“Last year, while working at Love Field Airport in Dallas, Texas, a few of my employees mentioned some strange and unexplainable things happening. They even thought someone—or something—was following one of my team members.
One night, I had three detail technicians cleaning an aircraft. Franklyn was inside, detailing the interior, while Julio and Adrian were outside, cleaning the exterior. Franklyn started working in the rear of the plane, where it was very dark except for a small work light he had on. About an hour into cleaning, Franklyn said he was startled when he looked up and saw Julio at the other end of the plane, slightly bent over, staring at him. Julio’s face was blank, his eyes had a look of emptiness, and he wore a strange smile. Franklyn yelled out, “You scared me, Julio!” But Julio said nothing—he just kept staring.
Feeling uneasy, Franklyn nervously joked, “I’ll give you something to be afraid of. Come over here and help me clean the toilet.” Julio remained silent, stood up straight, turned around, and walked out of the plane. Franklyn thought it was odd and very uncharacteristic of Julio.
Curious, Franklyn went down the steps and saw Adrian wiping down the outer part of the doorway. He asked, “Where’s Julio?” Adrian replied, “He’s in the truck—he’s been there for about 30 minutes.”
Franklyn, confused, said, “He was just in here a second ago, acting weird, and walked down the steps!” Adrian insisted, “There’s no way. Julio’s been in the truck the whole time. He never walked by me because he’s been feeling really sick.”
They both went to the truck to check on Julio, and when they got there, they found him in the back seat, bent over and clearly ill. They asked if he had been inside the plane, and Julio replied, “No, I’ve been here in the truck.”
When I was told about this incident, my first thought was: it must have been a doppelganger! The word ‘doppelganger’ is German and literally means ‘double walker’—like a ghost or shadow version of yourself. And usually, it’s considered a bad omen.
That night at the airport, we had to take Julio to the hospital. He was really sick. The doctor discharged him later that evening, but a few days after that, Julio told us something strange. He said he was sitting on his couch when his seven-year-old son walked into the room and asked, “Dad, how did you come in here so fast when you were just in the kitchen?” Julio told his son, “I haven’t been in the kitchen. I’ve been on the couch this whole time.” His son insisted, “No, Dad, I saw you in the kitchen.” Confused, Julio got up to check, but there was no one there. When he and his son turned to walk back into the living room, Julio said he saw a man’s figure walking down the hallway before disappearing.
We detail private jets at Love Field Airport in Dallas, and we were working late one night—around 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning. We were in a hangar detailing an airplane parked near a CareFlight helicopter. It was me, Julio, and another team member. We broke for lunch, and one of the guys went inside the office to grab something to eat. Julio and I stayed outside with the aircraft.
Julio wandered over to the helicopter, checking it out, when suddenly he heard the sound of children laughing and playing. He looked around the helicopter, expecting to see someone, but there was no one there. He came over to me and asked if I had heard anything. I told him no.
As we were finishing up, we started gathering our materials to leave. When I went to grab my phone, it was gone. I asked the guys if they had picked it up, but they both said no. We searched everywhere, but we couldn’t find it. Just as we were about to leave, I walked over to the helicopter, and there it was—on the floor. I asked if they had moved it as a joke, but both of them were scared and swore they hadn’t.
As we got back to the parking lot to say goodbye, I turned to Julio and thanked him for helping out. Just then, I saw someone behind him, poking their head around his shoulder. I thought I was seeing things, so I dismissed it. Julio got into his truck and drove past us, but as his truck passed by, my helper and I saw someone sitting in the backseat. Terrified, I immediately called Julio and asked, “Is there anyone in your truck?” He said no. I told him, “Look in your rearview mirror.” When he did, he saw the figure of a little boy sitting in the backseat.
After that night, we never worked in that hangar again. Later, we found out that the CareFlight helicopters are often used to transport patients from accidents, and some of them don’t make it to the hospital alive.”-Mario C
