I’m a teacher and when I started at my first school aged 22, on placement so no one had ever met me prior to turning up, the head of department looked like she had seen a ghost when I walked into the room.
She asked me if I was related to a woman called Jenny Jones (not her real name). I said no, puzzled, and I didn’t have the same surname as her or anything so was totally confused. Jenny had apparently worked in the department for 5 years and was my double. Or I guess I was hers. As the day went on and I met more people in the school they all immediately said “oh you must be Jenny Jones’ sister, I heard she was thinking of doing teacher training!’ This went on for weeks and it was baffling and so weird. The kids even said over and over that I was the spitting image of Miss Jones.
This was pre good camera phones and Facebook etc so no one could easily find me a picture, but a few days later someone brought in a physical print from a night out. Sure enough, this woman is my double. It was spooky.
It was so odd. She had moved to Scotland to get married to a Scot (we were in London) and so I never met her, although she had friends at the school who apparently told her about this girl with her face! Even weirder was how everyone would say it wasn’t just my face, it was how I moved and my expressions and how I talked. Even my voice.
I’m very confident of my parentage, although my dads dad had various kids with various women and three wives. My dad has 10 known half siblings from his dad (who eventually did a moonlight flit go Wales with a mistress) so I can only assume that Jenny Jones was a relation of mine somehow through him.
Years later I looked for her on Facebook (she had a new surname so it took a bit of digging) but when I found her, sure enough she’s still up in Scotland, walking around, looking like me.
Although I never met her it was one of my more spooky experiences.