doppelganger story

hello,this is the first time ive posted..i spend a lot of time reading about the local history of were i live, near liverpool england..i have 1001 strange tales to tell..this one, made me sit up and think,if anybody else has had an experince similar to this or heard of it before,please let me know! here is the tale..... in november 1930,a trio of navvies stood near the kerb on Southport s Lord Street. One particular worker was down on one knee,holding an iron spike in position,while the other two men were poised to strike the head of the spike with fifteen-pound sledgehammers. The two hammer men would take turns to strike the spike in rapid succession,and then they would loosen the spike by hitting it side on.This was a dying ritual in those days for digging a hole in the road to gain access to a suspected burst water pipe. Upon this snowy November day,the man holding the spike was a 56 year old Welshman named Gylnn Hughes,and by law he should of been holding the spike with a long pair of tongs,but there was a foolish tradition of holding the spike with the fingers in a macho manner.The first hammer struck the pin forcefully,then the second hammer drove it even further,and alternating hammer strikes were watched by shoppers on Lord Street. All of a sudden,Gly Hughes seemed startled by something in the crowd of bystanders,and at the moment of his distraction,one one of the fifeteen-pound sledgehammers was deflected by the spike's head.It crashed into the ground with the welshman's hand under it! he was left holdind his flattened and bloody hand with a mixture of agony and dibelief on his face...As he was escorted into a nearby cafe,one of the hammer men asked Glyn what exactly had distracted him...."Didnt you see him?" he asked timidly...."See who,Glyn?"the hammer man enquired.Glyn turned,and pointed with his uninjured hand to a man among the spectators.His face had grown pale.. The hammer man gasped in amazement,because that the bystander was a man who was the exact replica of Glyn Hughes. He had exactly the same face and prortly build.He wore the same fawn coloured cloth cap,the same dark green coarse flannel shirt,corduroy trousers with leather straps around the knees,and hobnail boots....."I don't like that," said Glyn,as he was bundled into the cafe."He looks like a wraith." The double stood there gazing at his counterpart with a blank expression,while everyone else's eyes followed the nauseating trail of blood leading from the hole in the road to the cafe..in the cafe,a waitress brought a first aid kit to the table and bandaged Glyn's injured hand.Glyn stared out of the window at his eerie double,and watched him walk away slowly down Lord Street. That week, Glyn suddenly decided to make out a will at a solicitors office in which he left his savings to his wife,from whom he was separated.He then made three visits to old friends whom he had long stading feuds with,and buried the hatchet with each of them.He told his landlady at his lodging house in Birkdale that she'd be able to let his room soon because his end was near.She thought he was just depressed,but he explained to her that three members of his family in Wales had died shortly after seeing their own wraiths,or doubles rather.He explained to the landlady that in Wales,a superstitious tradition held that if a man met his ghostly twin--- known as a doppleganger----he would die soon afterwards...That had certainly been the case with his own family,and the doppleganger curse stretched back generations....Five days later Glyn Hughes died in his sleep from natural causes!!!......makes you think........if you like this story , i have one about an Elvis doppleganger...in Scotland!!! sorry all the writing is bunched together..im not very good on the imputer! cheers dd

Interesting story since I too have heard about doppleganger stories and about the omen they bring to the people who meet their equal. It would have been better if you seperated the paragraphs, but do you have any news article or source where you heard this story.

Intresting Story, hmm thought the Hammer Hand could killed him back then as no cure as it could get infected seriously.

tell us about the elvis doppelganger in scotland.