My life as a serial killer lookalike
Introduction
They say everyone has a doppelgänger, and apparently, my lookalike happens to be a serial killer. It all started a few years ago when I discovered that people were staring at me strangely, avoiding eye contact, or just plainly freaking out whenever I walked by. It turns out that I resemble a notorious criminal who had terrorized the nation a few years ago. Suddenly, my life turned upside down, and I had to change my appearance, my daily routine and be careful of the way I interacted with people.
The first encounter
It all started when I was walking down the street, and a woman started looking at me as if she had seen a ghost. I was perplexed since I had never seen her before. She suddenly picked up her purse and started walking quickly away from me. I could not understand what was going on until a bystander told me that I looked like a notorious serial killer who was still on the loose. My heart raced, and my palms started sweating. I had never felt this fear in my life. From then onwards, everything changed.
Changing my appearance
To avoid any encounters with the public, I had to change my hairstyle, my clothing style, and even my facial hair. I dyed my hair black, grew a full beard, and changed my wardrobe to all black clothes. I had to be careful every time I left my apartment. People would stare at me, take photos, and whisper behind my back. I felt like I was living in a nightmare. Even my close friends would crack jokes about my resemblance to the infamous killer. It was a living hell.
Isolation
I found myself avoiding social gatherings, and I stopped spending time with my friends. I did not want to be in public places where people would recognize me. I started watching movies alone, going for walks in deserted neighborhoods, and reading books in isolated parks. It was a lonely and depressing time. I felt like I had lost my identity, and I had become someone else.
Unexpected encounters
Despite changing my appearance, there were still moments when I would encounter people who thought I was the criminal. I remember an incident where I went to a convenience store, and the cashier took one look at me and started reaching for the panic button. I had to quickly explain that I was not the killer, and it took some time before the cashier could calm down. There were many similar incidents, and I had to be prepared for them every time I stepped out.
Conclusion
My life as a serial killer lookalike has been a nightmare that I had never anticipated. I had to change everything about myself to avoid any unfortunate encounters with the public. I have learned that life can take unexpected turns, and we must be prepared to face any challenges that come our way. Despite everything, I have learned to appreciate my own identity and not let the world dictate who I should be.