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JoeRizzla:
You're right, who ever left 12 years ago isn't the same person even if the DNA matches.

I concur.
Let's assume he was abducted by aliens..
And they let him see what's going on in ur lives.
He sure knows already ya all won't let him leave with the family.
So OP shouldn't be surprised he won't budge when u all insist he can't leave with the family.

Matters

Na this kind story I dey call: Omo! Things dey happen o

Jorgenvava:
What Chatgpt said:

bro chat a.i dey summarize google findings for you not logic.

D111:
Stupid story, iPhone in 2013

i owned Iphone 4 around 2012/2013.

D111:
Stupid story, iPhone in 2013

Guy delete this comment make them no laugh you GenZ boy

D111:
Stupid story, iPhone in 2013

Why not?

A course mate started using iPhone in 2008.

Bookhub:
Guy delete this comment make them no laugh you GenZ boy

Like the effrontery to loud such ignorance.

It is well…

ItisWell22:
Why not?

A course mate started using iPhone in 2008.



Like the effrontery to loud such ignorance.

It is well…

He must be a Genz, probably a kid in 2013

D111:
Stupid story, iPhone in 2013

Delete this comment.

2009, I was gifted iPhone 2.

Jacktheripper:
If you can send the Reddit link showing same story, I will send you 50K.

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/s/grlEELZqFt

That’s just one link. There are other variants of that story flying around. I’m sure I can find the exact template you copied and rephrased.

By the way, you can ch o ke on your imaginary 50k, boy

Coming here to drop fake ass stories, same like that other guy manifesting ufos at will.

SKhanmi:
https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/s/grlEELZqFt

That’s just one link. There are other variants of that story flying around. I’m sure I can find the exact template you copied and rephrased.

By the way, you can ch o ke on your imaginary 50k, boy

Coming here to drop fake ass stories, same like that other guy manifesting ufos at will.

Bro, you look desperate. So you think JK Rowling was the first person on write on theme of Children and Wizarding world?

Jacktheripper:
Treat as fiction.

You know I am your number one and number two fan. find it hard to treat this as fiction unless you repeat say it again that I should treat this as fiction. This feels as real as my phone in my hands right now.

D111:
Stupid story, iPhone in 2013

Stupid story or you just have a stupid brain that can't even use google to do simple checks before making childish comments.
I was using an iPhone 4s in 2013. Stop putting your stupidity on public display

I don't know if this story is true...

But I know an individual who can disappear on purpose.... only that it shortenes his lifespan....
So he stopped....

But the way the world is, anything can happen

SKhanmi:
https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/s/grlEELZqFt

That’s just one link. There are other variants of that story flying around. I’m sure I can find the exact template you copied and rephrased.

By the way, you can ch o ke on your imaginary 50k, boy

Coming here to drop fake ass stories, same like that other guy manifesting ufos at will.

Your comprehension naivety is not admirable. Your brain is powered by a single cell.

D111:
Stupid story, iPhone in 2013

Congratulations. You have embarrassed yourself in public. If this were in the 18th century, you would have been banished from your community.

Jacktheripper:
Your comprehension naivety is not admirable. Your brain is powered by a single cell.

Lmao. Pele

bigpicture001:
Have you read the book with the title of ur sentence..? "Believe this you'll believe anything"..?

Yes bro. James Hardley Chase.

louken:
Yes bro. James Hardley Chase.

Did u read any other of his titles..?

I think I love "eve" ND "Mallory" the best

Jacktheripper:
I am typing this with a heart that is pounding so hard that I can hear it in my ears. I swear on everything I hold dear, if not that I have no one to share this with, I wouldn’t have said a word. But maybe, just maybe, someone out there will have an answer.

This nightmare started in 2013. Our family used to be six, but by the end of 2012, we had become four. Death took my father and my grandmother within months of each other, and the house felt emptier than ever.

We live in a four-bedroom apartment. My mother has one room, my sister took another, my elder brother had his own, and I stayed in the last one.

There is a tradition in our home: once it is 9:30 PM sharp, we all gather in the sitting room for night prayers. How long it lasts depends on my mother's mood, sometimes just five minutes, other times, one full hour of binding, casting, and fire-fire prayers. After that, everyone goes to bed.

That’s why the morning of August 2013 felt like madness.

We had prayed as usual the night before. There was nothing unusual, no bad dream, no flickering light, no shadow moving where it shouldn’t. Yet by morning, my brother was gone.

And when I say gone, I don’t mean he packed his things and left. I mean disappeared, as in vanished from the face of the earth.

The two doors in our house were locked from the inside. The window in his room had iron barricades, unless my brother suddenly became the size of a house cat, there was no way he squeezed through, and there was the window net which was screwed from the outside. His iPhone, which I have always eyed, was lying on his power bank at the edge of the bed. His shoes and slippers were exactly where he always kept them. In fact, there was no sign that anyone had slept in the room at all. The only odd thing was that the door to his bathroom was open.

That was the moment fear gripped us by the throat.

We called our relatives, our church people, even that elderly man down the street who always had one proverb for every situation. Nobody could explain it. Nobody had an answer.

Let me tell you about my brother.

He was two years older than me, a 200-level engineering student at the time. He was the quiet type. The kind of person who could be in the house for days, and you’d forget because he barely spoke. If you wanted to get along with him, the best thing to do was to leave him alone. He didn’t go out much. He didn’t party. He didn’t even have close friends. Just his laptop, his laptop, and his thoughts.

We never reported the case to the police. After the way they handled my father’s death, my mother swore that we would rather trust in God than go to the police.

One day turned to one month. One month became one year. One year became eleven years.

We placed a camera in his old room, thinking maybe, just maybe, he had played some elaborate prank on us. But deep down, we knew. My brother wasn’t the type to play games.

I have always heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but that's only when you know where the person is. Otherwise, absence turns the heart into something else. Something frosty.

Time became the river through which we paddled our canoe. Or at least we tried. My mother stopped mentioning his name, at least publicly. I couldn't count the times she had cried silently, hoping we wouldn't hear, and I pretended along. I learned to push thoughts of him to the back of my mind.

Then came December 2024.

I was in my apartment when my phone rang. It was my mother. Her voice was shaky. She said I had to come home immediately.

I asked what happened. She couldn't string her words together. She sounded like a radio struggling for a signal.

That night, I barely slept. By morning, I was on the first bus heading home, my mind jumping from one terrible possibility to another. But when I saw my sister in flesh and blood, I breathed out like a teenage girl checking her pregnancy test and seeing one red line.

But nothing, nothing, could have prepared me for what my mother said next.

She took me to the police station and introduced me to my brother.

Or at least, a man who looked like my brother.

The same face. The same voice. He even had the same slight gap in his teeth, the same way of adjusting his shirt when he got nervous. And when he was asked to repeat what he said the day before, he knew everything.

He knew all the things only my brother should know. Our inside jokes. The gist we had over my primary school crush. Where we kept important documents. The exact location of the spare key to the back door, where we initially pumped water from, even my sister didn't know that, because she was too young to remember.

But when we asked the most important question, his mouth froze.

"What happened that night?" "Where did you go?" I was almost tempted to ask if he was abducted by aliens.

His face was blank. No answer.

The last thing he remembered was walking to his room after night prayers. Then, according to him, he "woke up on a school field."

He couldn't remember any of it. But what he could remember was even scarier.

He remembered all the details about our lives since he disappeared. My mother's shop that was built in 2019. COVID-19. The school I went to (I started school in 2014), the time my mother was admitted to the hospital for over a month in 2022, and how I couldn't return to the hospital one of the nights because of heavy rain.

He recalled them as if he were there, not from afar but from inside. But I felt something was wrong, or maybe I'm only overthinking. He was more of reciting the events as if he had read them in a book. His tone was flat, like a Siri reading out the news. No nostalgia in his voice, no emotion in his eyes. It made all the hair on my skin rise as if they were giving a standing ovation at that moment.

He spoke as if no time had passed at all.

But eleven years had passed. And the man sitting in front of me wasn’t the same person. My mother doesn’t believe it’s him. My sister doesn’t believe it’s him. I don’t believe it’s him.

We are now waiting for the DNA test results as I write this.

But even if the results say he is my brother, he will not be setting foot into our house.

For now, he is staying with the police. We are paying for his welfare, but that is where it ends.

Because whoever left that night in 2013… is not who came back in 2024.


Edit:
Treat as fiction.

Have you considered vlogging these stories?. We could partner on that. You be the source and I, the voice.

Premature rapture carried him away and tossed him back..