Hi, this is my first ever reddit post, and I don’t really know much about how to use the app, so please bear with me. I felt like I needed to share this because it felt unreal and I’m wondering if I’m the only one who’s experienced something similar. This happened a year ago, but some of the details still haunt me.
Just to give you a bit of background, I grew up in Vietnam and moved to the U.S. about six years ago. I visited Vietnam again with my aunt’s family and my brother, and we were staying at a five-star hotel chain. It was beautiful and gave me a chance to reconnect with my roots. Since I had relatives and friends there, I didn’t need to call a taxi. One day, while waiting in the lobby by myself, I decided to relax on a couch and just take in the atmosphere.
That was when things took a turn. A man dressed casually, which screamed tourist to me, approached and asked, “Is this (my first name)?” I froze, my heart racing. Without thinking, I nodded. I was more confused than anything and asked, “Who are you?” He introduced himself as a friend of my dad’s, and I felt a strange mix of recognition and skepticism as he went on to say how much I’d grown. I asked for confirmation, saying my father’s full name just to be sure, and he responded with a cheerful “Yep!”
Shortly after, a second guy sat down next to him, carrying what looked like an Owala water bottle. I had never seen that brand sold in Vietnam, which made me wonder if they were somehow connected to the U.S. They chatted back and forth, mentioning my dad’s name a couple of times and commenting on how I was the same age as their kid. Everything seemed friendly enough, but I couldn’t shake off an uneasy feeling.
Feeling suspicious, I discreetly took a photo of them and sent it to my dad, asking if he recognized them. It was a simple act, but when my dad replied with a message that made my stomach drop, I felt a wave of panic wash over me. “Is that your uncle’s friends?” he texted, indicating he had no idea who these men were. I quickly typed back, “No? They said they’re your friends,” and waited for the next response that confirmed my worst fears: “I don’t know them.”
In an instant, I whispered to my friend who had just arrived and suggested we move away from the strange duo. As we made our way across the lobby, I noticed the first guy’s gaze on me as he whispered something to the other. I tried to ignore them, focusing on the relief of being surrounded by my friends. By the time everyone in my group arrived, the two men had vanished.
Later that day, I shared the photo with my mom and brother. Their reactions were just as unsettling as my dad’s; they didn’t recognize either of the men. Even my aunt and uncle, who were traveling with us, had no recollection of them. The oddness intensified when I started connecting the dots: everyone in my family always calls me by my household nickname, yet the man had called me by my first name. That was a red flag. My parents only post a few old pictures of me on Facebook, and it would be impossible for someone to recognize me from those alone. I don’t even have my full name attached to my social media accounts—my Instagram is set up under a different name and is private.
To add to the mystery, my parents had tons of friends overseas and numerous family gatherings, but these guys? They either slipped through the cracks, or something else was going on. I felt a rush of regret for not asking them more questions or alerting the hotel staff. I hadn’t acted out of fear, and now I was left with even more questions than answers. How did they know my name? What were their intentions? I still think about it often, missing pieces of a puzzle that never belonged to me.
Every time I think of that encounter, a chill runs down my spine. I wonder if anyone else has had a similar experience, feeling watched or recognized in a way that doesn’t add up. The fear and confusion linger, and I still can’t shake the feeling that I might not have been the only person they were looking for.
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