Have previously posted about my possible dooplegänger:
"Had some experiences in North Devon, specifically Barnstaple that seemed to suggest I had a double (or doppelgänger) that I have posted elsewhere before but not recently.
When I was 18 I didn't go to my nearest College in Tiverton but rather to North Devon College in Barnstaple, the reason being my Mum had got a new job in Barnstaple and we would soon be moving closer. So Barnstaple was an unfamiliar town to me and I only knew a handful of ex-school friends there, none of whom I liked much and so it was a lonely time in addition to all the usual teenage angst.
The College canteen was woeful and so when possible I used to walk to the Pelican chip shop near to the Wrey Arms pub (both still there I believe). During my first few visits the ladies behind the fryer and till would tease me because apparently I had already been in before that lunchtime. I would deny this and eventually I would just catch them exchanging quizzical and knowing glances rather than say anything. I remember being a bit p*ssed off rather than freaked out as the only boy in the college who looked anything like me was three or four inches taller and really skinny.
I left the college that June and got a job right at the other end of town, never going back to the chip shop. The following incident happened several years later after I had gone to work elsewhere. We now lived 10 miles outside of Barnstaple and I would occasionally pay a visit for shopping. I was walking down Litchdon Street towards the town centre. The road is narrow and up ahead were two workmen in their early-20s (similar to me in age). They look like painters and decorators and seemed to have stepped out onto the street for a cigarette and brew. They were watching me walking towards them and were not happy, In fact, they appeared to be expecting me, were making direct, hostile eye contact and preparing for a confrontation. I remember my legs feeling like jelly as I tried to process this, I didn't know there guys, what was going on? Then, as I got within maybe twelve feet of them and on the verge of turning and scarpering, they suddenly looked at each when in a somewhat astonished matter and it was evident that had realised I wasn't who they thought I was. They then looked away a bit shamefaced as I passed them.
The final one was perhaps three years after this one and happened at The Thatch pub in the coastal village of Croyde, ten miles north of Barnstaple. I has driven out there just for the wonderful views from the coast road was enjoying a drink and a cigarette on the outside seated area adjacent to the road. Croyde has a fantastic beach and is a major surfing destination but I was dressed casually. As I relaxed I realised a father and son were giving me hostile looks. They were seated a couple of tables away, not far at all. were completely 'average people', not at all out of place, with the son being perhaps 14. I certainly did not know them but as I pretended not to notice I became aware they were talking about me and it wasn't pleasant. I was able to catch the son was suggesting to dad in a scornful manner that "perhaps I thought I was a surfer now" and the inference was that I was some sort of 'waster' (I was actually now Assistant Manager of a decent hotel). Whoever I was meant to be it was clear I had done something bad or had been dishonest with them. After a while, they got up to leave and in doing so the father gave me one last lingering "I hope you are pleased with yourself" hostile look, although I did also sense a flicker of uncertainty when I reacted passively.
So there you are, these incidents have only happened to me in and around Barnstaple and I rarely visit nowadays, Just hope my double got his due comeuppance, clearly not a nice chap..."
https://forums.forteana.org/index.php?threads/have-you-got-a-double.65566/page-5#post-2221278
