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"Doppelganger"

Sometimes being a police officer can be fun. Driving around in a car all day, watching people on their daily commute in hopes of finding one that's in a little too much of a hurry. Nothing is more satisfying than turning on your siren and watching as all the other cars on the road slow down or sometimes pull over to avoid any trouble. Today was one of those days I wish I hadn't been the one out on patrol.
Today started out like any other day. The sun was high and beaming down on me in the summer afternoon sky. I felt sweat trickling down my forehead. I cranked up the air conditioning in the car, getting some cold air blasting on me. It was exhausting sitting in my car, parked outside the post office, watching the speedometer as each car passed by. Unfortunately nothing exciting was happening today.
I backed out of my parking spot and waited for a silver car to pass before making my way onto the road into town. Maybe if I wait closer to the center of town, there might be someone being a little impatient and speeding down the road.
At least that was the plan before the silver car in front of me started swerving, thankfully missing every car to pass by on the other side. I turned on my siren and flashed my lights. I figured a police car behind them would spook them into correcting themselves, but the siren really kicked things up a notch. Within a few seconds, they began to slow down before making a complete stop on the side of the road.
I waited for a car to pass by me before stepping out of my car to greet the unfortunate driver. Finally, my favorite part of the job, the confrontation.
I walked up to their window and they rolled it down. There was a man sitting alone in the driver's seat. The man was thin and bald. His eyes were darker than anyone I'd ever seen. It was like their entire pupil had consumed the entire colored part of their eyes.
"Excuse me sir, do you know why I pulled you over?" I asked him. He didn't speak. He didn't even do as much as blink in response. He remained unmoving.
"I pulled you over because of your reckless driving. Have you been drinking, sir?"
Still no reply. He remained completely unmoving, unblinking even.
"Sir, can I get you to step out of the vehicle?" I asked. Still nothing. What was wrong with this guy? It was like the more I tried speaking to him the more unsettling this entire situation felt. Was he trying to creep my out to avoid getting a ticket?
"Sir, step out of the vehicle!" I demanded, making a gesture of reaching for my gun. He remained unresponsive.
I reached for his car door to pry it open. In response, his eyes widened as the inner parts of his eyebrows bent to nearly touch his nose. It was like seeing a twisted evil angry face from a cartoon. It looked completely inhuman. The man then opened his mouth to reveal no teeth, nor even a tongue inside, just an infinitely dark void. He opened his mouth even further, unhinging his jaw. A hand reached out of his mouth and grabbed my face. The hand dragged me closer. No matter how hard I fought it, the hand wouldn't budge.
In my final moments before being swallowed whole, I saw the same man in the back seat, laying on his side with duct tape over his mouth and hands tied behind his back.

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