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F is for Fetch....

Not the slobbery game played with your pooch.... no, for this we're going back a few years, back to circa 1780-90.

Fetch (n.)-- wraith......origins: perhaps short for fetch-life, one sent to collect the soul of a dying person.

In folklore, a fetch was known to be a ghostly double of an individual that would come to that person. The way the lore went, if you saw your fetch in the morning, it meant you could look forward to a long life. But, if you saw your fetch at night, your demise was imminent.

The fetch was enough of a double that any neighbor or relative that also saw it, would believe they were actually looking at their loved one and not their ghostly double.

These aren't doppelgangers, as doppelgangers are more known for their evil tendencies. But, they are doubles.


 I suppose if we are to believe the old adage that we all have a twin out there somewhere, perhaps what they were referring to (unbeknownst to them) is a person's fetch.


And, if our mirror twin IS our fetch, perhaps we don't want to come across them.....


I was one of those kids who wished more than anything that I had a twin sister, but, if meeting my twin is the foretelling of my demise.... I don't think I want one that bad......
     

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  1. You just have to make sure you only find her in the A.M. :-)

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  2. Very true... now, if I could only be sure that she'd only come my way in the A.M. I'd be set, :-)

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