
I was in bed one night when I felt something touching my foot. It was a tiny silver charm—a little angel. I was confused but kept it in my wallet for good luck. 12 years later, while living overseas, I went to our corporate party.
A girl I was meeting for the first time stared at me and said I seemed very familiar. I told her she must be mistaken because I had never seen her before, and I had moved to France from the States roughly a year ago.
As we talked, I noticed her necklace—it had a charm exactly like mine, but it was gold.
I rushed to check my wallet, but my charm was gone. I felt an eerie chill and went to find her again, but she had disappeared.
I never saw her again. I described her to my colleagues, hoping to find out who she was, but no one seemed to remember seeing her at the party. I still get goosebumps thinking about this story.