He's Killing Me

Late at night, my doorbell suddenly rang.

On the security camera, someone stood there who looked exactly like me, right down to the mole in the same spot beside his mouth.

He looked up at the camera and smiled. “Aren’t you going to let me in? It’s… dangerous out here.”

Trembling, I called the building security, only to hear the guard’s voice from both ends of the line: “Mr. Chen, there’s nobody outside your door.”

Even stranger, the selfies on my phone were turning into his face one by one.