A Woman With My Sister's Face Held The Lift For Me Two Years After The Funeral
80% BELIEVED
CASE FILE #380
FILED: May 26, 2026
CLASSIFICATION: Reality Glitches Stories
WITNESS ON RECORD: SitterHollis
JURY OF 343 READERS HEARD THIS CASE: 274 believed it, 31 had doubts, 38 weren't buying it.
My sister died at thirty-one. This is not that story, and I am not going to make you sit through it.
Two years later, in an office building in a city she had never lived in, a woman held the lift for me.
She was not my sister. I need to say that clearly, because I have said it to myself every day for six years. She was taller. Her hair was different. She was wearing a coat my sister would have hated and said so, loudly, in a shop.
But she had my sister's face.
Not "a bit like". The thing under the face. The set of it. The exact, particular way that one eyebrow does not agree with the other. The chip in the front tooth, which my sister got at fourteen falling off a wall she had been told not to walk on.
She held the door. I got in.
And she pressed the button for the seventh floor, which is my floor, and she did not ask me, and I had not said anything, and she did not press a button for herself.
We went up together. Eleven seconds, maybe.
Two years later, in an office building in a city she had never lived in, a woman held the lift for me.
She was not my sister. I need to say that clearly, because I have said it to myself every day for six years. She was taller. Her hair was different. She was wearing a coat my sister would have hated and said so, loudly, in a shop.
But she had my sister's face.
Not "a bit like". The thing under the face. The set of it. The exact, particular way that one eyebrow does not agree with the other. The chip in the front tooth, which my sister got at fourteen falling off a wall she had been told not to walk on.
She held the door. I got in.
And she pressed the button for the seventh floor, which is my floor, and she did not ask me, and I had not said anything, and she did not press a button for herself.
We went up together. Eleven seconds, maybe.
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