My childhood friend came back to town claiming she was pregnant after her boyfriend kicked her out. I took her in, but months later, her ex told me he had no idea she was pregnant. That night, I saw her take off a fake belly. She was lying the whole time just to get a place to stay—I kicked her out.

I got a hospital bill for a surgery I never had. It had all my correct info. Turns out, another woman with my same name and birthday had accidentally used my address from an old form. We fixed it, but still laugh about being accidental identity twins.

A friend dated a guy she met on a night out. One day, she saw him talking to her ex—the first guy who broke her heart. She asked how they knew each other. They were brothers.

In college, my friend was excited to be a dad—until the baby was born, and it was Black. Both parents were white. That ended quickly.

I started a new job, and a guy named David gave me tasks. An hour later, the company called asking why I hadn’t shown up. I was working… but David didn’t even work there. I’d followed a stranger’s orders.

My sister’s boyfriend said he was moving to Haiti to help rebuild. Turns out, he moved to Seattle to be with his secret fiancée of nine years.

I went on one date with a girl and never called her back. A month later, she was assigned to train me at my new job. We laughed it off—eventually.

I mentioned a sketchy guy I’d met during summer to a client. When I said his name, she froze. It was her fiancé. She was planning a wedding—until that call.

A rude restaurant customer complained about me. Months later, she showed up as my college professor. She recognized me immediately. I pretended I didn’t know her.

A friend’s online boyfriend turned out to be her roommate in disguise—voice and all. Things got messy fast.

A fun, friendly girl from our dorm vanished after freshman year. Three years later, she reappeared—on social media—as Miss Pennsylvania.