Deja Vu is that weird fleeting feeling that you've lived through a moment before.

We've all experienced it. Most people brush it off as a brain glitch or a coincidence.

But sometimes it feels wrong, like reality is repeating itself in ways it shouldn't.

These are four allegedly true stories of deja vu that didn't fade away, but rather they spiraled into something terrifying.

I don't usually talk about this with people because of how insane it sounds,

but something happened to me back in 2017 that made me question not just my sanity,

but the structure of reality itself. I was living in a pretty dingy apartment complex

in central New Jersey, a three-story brick building that probably hadn't been renovated since

the late 80s, the kind of place where the hallway lights buzzed faintly and every door had shipped

paint and mismatched locks.

I lived there with my roommate Nick, who worked security night shifts for a warehouse just outside of town.

Most nights I had the place to myself.

It was a Thursday night in early February when I came home a little later than usual.

I remember walking up the stairs and getting hit with a

smell I hadn't smelled in years, burned rubber mixed with some kind of citrus cleaner.

That smell triggered something in me, this strange and sudden memory that felt like it belonged to someone else.

As I walked down the hallway, the feeling of deja vu hit me like a sledgehammer, not just a flash

of familiarity, but an overwhelming sensation that I had lived this exact moment before, in

precise, granular detail. I stopped about five feet from my door and froze. I knew what was

going to happen next. The light above me would flicker twice. A woman from downstairs would yell something muffled and then laugh.

Then, at the far end of the hallway, something heavy would fall.

A dull, metallic thud. And it happened in that exact order, exactly as I knew it would.

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