One night while lying in bed, I felt something lightly touch my foot. To my surprise, it was a tiny silver charm shaped like an angel. Confused but intrigued, I tucked it into my wallet, thinking it might bring me good luck.
Twelve years passed. I had moved overseas and was living in France when I attended a company party.
There, I struck up a conversation with a woman I’d never met before. She looked at me curiously and said I seemed familiar. I assured her she was mistaken—I had only moved from the U.S. a year earlier and was certain we hadn’t met.
As we chatted, I noticed her necklace. It held a charm that looked exactly like mine—except hers was gold. Instinctively, I checked my wallet, only to find the silver angel was gone.
A sudden chill washed over me. I turned to speak to her again—but she had vanished.
I never saw her again. I described her to my colleagues afterward, hoping someone else had spoken with her. But no one recalled seeing her there at all.
To this day, I still get goosebumps thinking about it.