When I went to pick my Emily up from daycare I was horrified to see her caregiver had been replaced.
Just like the others she looked exactly the same, sounded the same, and, heck, even smelled the same.
But I could tell; I can always tell when the people in my life have been replaced by impostors.
The real caregiver would have said Emily had been “wonderful” that day. The impostor instead said she had been “fantastic”.
Most people couldn't pick up these subtle details, but I saw right through her and her well-crafted lies. I silently smiled and swallowed back the fear I had for me and my child.
I made polite conversation, holding back my desire to once and for all kill one of the doppelgangers that constantly tormented me.
As soon as the chance presented itself, I swiftly snatched Emily out of her arms and ran, baby in hand, to my vehicle.
After driving home, the whole time sobbing from the incident that had just occurred, I pulled into the driveway, got out of the SUV, and opened the back door to get Emily out of her car seat.
I screamed in agony when I saw that my Emily was no longer there. Even my baby had now been replaced. My Emily had yellow hair and blue eyes. This baby had blonde hair and turquoise eyes.
More small details, but I saw through her lies too.
I carefully lifted her from the seat and placed her behind the back wheel of my SUV. I calmly put the vehicle in reverse and didn’t step on the brakes until I heard a satisfying crunch.