I walked, with difficulty, to the hall, as I was feeling very drunk with the wine.It was still too dark to see clearly, but I could just see the shape of a young man.He was as tall as I was, and was wearing the same clothes as myself. I could not see his face.He came up to me and whispered the words‘William Wilson!’ in my ear.I knew the voice at once. It was impossible to mistake it.Those two words were enough to fill me with fear.Before I could look into his face, he had disappeared.The meeting only lasted a few seconds, but for some weeks I could not forget it.I thought of it all the time.Who and what was this william Wilson? Where did he come from? What did he want from me? My questions stayed unanswered, but I did discover one thing.I learnt that William Wilson had left my last school on the same day that I myself had run away from it.