Imagine you’re having a conversation with a close family member.
Maybe you’re talking about work, or someone you both know, or an event in the news.
Things are all fine, except for a strange niggling sensation at the back of your mind. Like a cat scratching at the back door, insisting on being let in.
You can’t quite place what is bothering you, but its there.
Shaking it off, you continue talking, all the while trying to ignore the ferocious scraping of those feline claws.
As the conversation goes on, you slowly – but unmistakably – come to a horrific realisation.
The person you’re talking to is an impostor.
They look like your family member down to the tiniest detail. They even sound exactly the same.
But they’re an entirely different person. You know it, even though you don’t quite know how.
Something just feels wrong.
This might sound like…
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