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9 True Stories That Get Creepier the Deeper We Go

Story 2:

There was a girl who was head over heels for me, but I didn’t want anything to do with her. After school, I didn’t think about her, but one year, when I went back home for the summer, I found out she had moved to my family’s building, to the apartment across from ours (my building has two apartments per floor).

I had never told her where I lived before this. I decided to be cordial and talk to her family and all, welcome the neighbors and whatnot, and I found out from her mom that the girl had suggested they move there.

Now, I can’t tell either way if it was deliberate or pure chance, but let’s just say we live in a big city, and the odds of that being a coincidence were low. © Kenhamef / Reddit

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