Doppelgänger Horror Novels & Stories

Toying with someone's mind and keeping them in my palm was what hooked me. When I was in school, I chose to live in the dorms whenever possible, just to shape the people around me. The dorm I lived in during middle school was never at peace. Sudden injuries and even deaths kept happening. I drifted among them, watching their families weighed down by pain, guilt, and grief, and I felt a rush like nothing I had felt before. When we were assigned dorm rooms in college, the moment I first saw Jacob, I knew that he was just like me, a natural-born sociopath. But he was my prey.

But presently, with his dull reflection standing before him, that connection felt shaky, like a rope fraying at the edges. His doppelgänger smiled, the expression so unnervingly familiar that it sent a chill down Ethan's spine. "Did you truly think you could escape me?" the shadow-Ethan insulted. "You and I are one, bound by the abyss that created us. You can't run from yourself." Ethan ventured forward, attempting to keep his voice consistent. "I'm not running," he said. "But I won't let you nor this darkness consume me." The doppelgänger tilted its head, a twisted mirror of Ethan's movements. "Brave words, but empty. You can't fight what's already inside you."

To maintain the 'souls' of those puppets. "Groom, it's your turn to present your offering." The puppet suddenly leaned in close to my ear. Its icy breath brushed against my skin, making me jump. "If you're going to talk, keep your distance!" I shot it an annoyed look, took the two cups of blood, and prepared to hand them to the two bloated puppets at the front. Then suddenly, a chill shot up my spine. Wait… That puppet just now… It looked a lot like Derrick! Out of the corner of my eye, I scanned the entire hall. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

I was there for Lyca. As a vampire, I could enter someone's house without being invited, but I chose to send my doppelganger instead. After drinking human blood and completing the transition, our human spirit separates from our body, creating a doppelganger. It's like having a friendly ghost always by my side, reminding me of what needs to be done. Only I could see it. Usually, my doppelganger couldn't interact with anything, but it depended on the strength of the vampire. After a minute, my doppelganger emerged with Lyca in his arms, gently placing her on the ground.

“The doppelganger is an exact double of a person. They’re an extension of the person, but there’s a difference. Here, read this,” Luella said as she pushed the open book in front of Dennis and pointed to a paragraph. “I was never good at explaining things. I’d make a horrible teacher.” Dennis focused on the words. “A ghostly double of a living person, especially one that haunts its fleshly counterpart,” he read.

A mirror image of her sharing the same sorrow she has. "You killed him!" Her doppelganger's shriek horrifies her. She was holding a dagger in her hand, standing a few feet from her. The tears of blood streaming down her eyes now staining her white dress. A contrast to her maroon dress. She gulped as she remained speechless that she could only do was hug Colfre's lifeless body. "You killed the man I love!" Morrigan shook her head. Muttering one word repeatedly: "No..." Her doppelganger slowly walks towards her with her blaming her for the death of Colfre. Every word her doppelganger throwing at her like a poisonous dagger piercing her chest repeatedly. Even more painful than death. "You kille

Total party wipe incoming. Before long, it was time to choose rooms. Elaine explained that while no one had ever cleared this scenario, past players had figured out a few things. The building had thirty floors, one apartment per floor, and only one player could stay in each. “Happy Home,” she continued, was actually a role-playing horror scenario. Each apartment housed strange entities that would act as your family or loved ones. So, seven days of living together with them? There was no way your Fear Value wouldn’t spike.

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

Scott said quietly, nodding at me. And just like that, they vanished before my eyes. They had already suffered enough in life. How could they die all over again because of me? I crouched on the ground, crying so hard I nearly fainted. The familiar mechanical voice rang out once more. "Congratulations, player. You have successfully cleared the horror game instance "Family of Four." Reward: Revival. Preparing to transport the player back to the real world. Countdown begins: 10, 9, 8..."