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I have another glitch story if you would like to use it. One from 2006 that I try not to think about because of the serious impact it has had on my life ever since. It's heavy, so you may want to include a trigger warning. Here you are.

For backstory, I was raised from birth by my grandparents. My grandmother and I were exceptionally close. While in college, I was in a bad car accident caused by some high school girls skipping school as I was going to work, and I ended up having to quit college, file bankruptcy, and enlist in the military as a direct result. After the military, I returned home, became a cop and EMT,

Married, had kids, divorced, and then finally got to return to college to finish my degree. I was a single parent to a three and five year old, so I moved home to my grandparents to finish those last several semesters. My grandparents also raised my cousin, who at that time was sixteen and in high school.

His mom, my aunt, but more like a big sister since we grew up together, and she was only 8 years older than me, still lived in Iowa, where we had lived while I was growing up. We were originally from Illinois, and I had made that 468 mile trip hundreds of times over 20 years at that point, first as a kid passenger, and then as a driver myself.

In 2006, my college spring break and my cousin's high school spring break started the same day. So, when my grandmother asked me a month ahead of time to take my cousin to Iowa to see his mom, I said sure. The kids and I could use the week as a vacation and visit my old high school friends too.

The Saturday before we left, I had an easy A-GPA-helping single-day advanced cardiac CPR class to renew my certification, which I'd kept current since I had been an EMT and first responder. These are important points to remember. Now, on to the trip and the life-changing glitch. We were scheduled to leave on Friday, March 10th, 2006.

That morning arrived, and I was not packed for myself nor my kids. My student aid check had just deposited that morning, and I also got an unexpected child support check. My ex didn't really like paying, and I'd only received it as a bond invasion on my ex's arrest a month earlier.

So, between the kids, last minute packing, checking the bank to make sure the money was there for the trip, a 16 year old hovering asking if we could leave yet, it was chaotic and an unusually disorganized morning. I actually had to turn around at the front door, go back to the living room, and kiss my grandmother on the cheek goodbye to tell her I love her.

I drove the 468 miles, 7 trip with a 3, 5 and 16 year old with no problem. However, those days in Iowa left me feeling like I needed to go back home. My aunt and I went to Omaha, shopping. I visited high school friends. I took my young kids around my old haunts, but I was nagged heavily the whole time. Finally, I decided to cut the trip short and return home early.

My cousin was returning Sunday with his mom, who was coming to Illinois for a visit, when her other kids started their spring break, so it wasn't a big deal to pack my kids and I up to return on Tuesday. Until my grandmother asked on the phone, "'Did you get that purse like I wanted?' Unable to let her down, my aunt and I went Tuesday back to Omaha to find my grandmother a new purse."

Mission accomplished. We left on Wednesday, March 15th, 2006 to return home. The date of this glitch is permanently etched into my memory. Several hours into the trip, on the straight two-lane highway I'd driven countless times before, with my three and five-year-olds as my only company driving for the seven-hour trip back home to Illinois, I was breaking the monotony talking to a friend on my cell phone.

I never made a turn, I never strayed from the highway in any capacity. Yet I suddenly realized I didn't know where I was. Nothing looked familiar. I really got jolted to realize the highway sign showed a different highway instead of the one I'd traveled for the majority of my life. So I pulled over, and asked the gas station attendant who clearly thought I'd lost my marbles where we were. Somehow, without turning,

I went from driving east in Iowa to driving south in the middle of Missouri. I bought a map, called my grandparents as my grandfather was a retired over-the-road truck driver, and started telling them with shock and disbelief that, while driving my way home, I'm at a place that I should be hours away from. That seven-hour drive took thirteen and a half hours alone.

shocked with a three and five year old getting more and more grouchy in their car seats, and me navigating unfamiliar roads via old school atlas maps. By the time I got to a town 45 minutes from home, where a friend lived, at 1am, I couldn't safely go any further and stayed the night with her and her kids. The next day I was slow, tired, still pondering how I ended up so far off course.

and in no hurry, oddly enough, to get home. I talked to my grandmother several times that morning, and she was suddenly anxious for my return. "'Hurry up! I need your help with the fish tank, and I'm anxious for my new purse,' she said. A short time later, I was on my way home again and leaving the town my friend lives in. I called home to let them know I would be there in 45 minutes or so, and that I would need help with the kids and the unloading. My grandfather answered."

And he never answered the phone. He was clearly shaken, telling me my grandmother was really sick, that paramedics were working on her, that she fell in the kitchen. I asked if he had called anyone else and he said no. I said that I would and that I would meet them at the hospital after stopping to pick up my mom on the way. The hospital was another hour away from where I was at that moment. My mom and I beat the ambulance there by half an hour.

The paramedics kept pulling over because they kept losing my grandmother and had to keep shocking her. She'd had a massive heart attack, and my grandfather, with COPD and diminished lung capacity, had to do CPR, having never done it before, via 911 instructions over the phone, before giving up and putting his oxygen on her while waiting for the paramedics to arrive from 15 miles away.

Ultimately, she died the next day, March 17th, 2006, from brain damage from the lack of oxygen. Had I been home, which I would have been had I not glitched into Missouri, I could have saved her. I would have done the CPR effectively and with much stronger lung capacity. I had just renewed my advanced cardiac CPR certification days before leaving on the trip.

To this day, I can't figure out how I ended up in Missouri or why the glitch would happen in such a way to prevent me from saving my beloved grandmother's life. Those three days in 2006, March 15th, the glitch, March 16th, heart attack, and March 17th, death, are three of the most hated days of my life. The fourth is April 25th, 2023.

With another much smaller, but no less impactful glitch. But that's another story. Hi Raven. I wanted you to know that I listen to your glitch stories often. I like that I can listen and relate to others who have had experiences such as mine. I have had a few glitch experiences in my life, as well as many, many other experiences that can only be described as... odd.

This experience that I have written out here is one of those odd experiences that was combined with a glitch experience. But for the sake of brevity, I'm only going to discuss the glitch part of the story here. There is much, much more to this story that I'm not willing to share right now. I'm very fortunate that I live in a rural area of Canada. I love being in the bush and try to be out there as much as possible.

In the area where I live, logging roads are abundant and I love to travel the back roads and explore, searching for new fishing holes and camping spots. One day I was traveling a road that I had been on one time before, which passed by a small lake with an attractive campsite next to it. I had stayed in this campsite once before earlier in the summer and I was familiar with it.

The road passed over a bridge with a small river that fed into the lake on the left side of the road, which the campsite bordered. The weather was bad on this day, being the 30th of October, and the transition from fall to winter was well underway. When I arrived at this point, I was disappointed that I could not go through to the camping spot that I was planning.

because the road had, at some point in the recent past, washed away and was impassable. I carefully surveyed the damage and assessed if it was at all possible to pass this spot by driving around the washout. I studied the scene for a long while, trying to understand how the road would wash away right next to the bridge. It seemed odd to me that the road had washed away at all,

because there was no indication of why it had washed away. The water was moving easily under the bridge, and there was not any debris blocking the flow of water, yet there was a missing piece of the road 12 feet deep and 20 feet wide right next to the bridge. I scanned the riverbank for some kind of debris along the shoreline and riverbed, but I couldn't see anything unusual.

That is a lot of roadbed that was missing, and there should have been a debris trail, but there was none. Needless to say, I found this a very strange situation. I decided to just pitch my tent at the spot next to the road where I was, as it was getting late, and I had few options of finding a suitable campsite this late in the day. The next morning, I rose before sunrise, packed up, and left.

because the cold weather and rain during the night had forced me to admit defeat and go home for a warm shower. After that night, I could not stop thinking about how strange that hole in the road was. The winter snow quickly came soon after, and I could not get back there to investigate further, so I resolved to return there in the spring as soon as the roads would allow.

Come early March, my faithful four-wheel drive truck brought me back to that place through the patchy snow that I left late last October. However, I was thoroughly confused when I saw the road undamaged and returned to its original condition. The only conclusion that I could come to was that someone had repaired it during the winter and looked for evidence of construction equipment having been there. I found none whatsoever.

There were no tire tracks, no bulldozer tracks, no evidence of an excavator digging dirt nearby for the roadbed repair at the small gravel pit about 200 yards away, and no indication that the road had even been damaged at all. I scoured the ground before and after the bridge, thinking that I had been mistaken about which end of the bridge had been washed away, but both ends were equally unaltered.

There were remnants of plants that had grown the previous summer and leaves that had fallen on the roadbed that previous fall. There was no logging in the area, and there were no cottages nearby, so no reason for anyone to waste time or money to repair a barely used road during the winter. I don't know what happened. All I know is that I saw what I saw.

I only want to put my story out there so that maybe there's some small scrap of information that will fit into the puzzle somewhere down the road to help us all understand what the heck is going on. Keep fighting the good fight. Signed, 71857 When I was in college in the early 2000s, I drove this small two-door hatchback car from the 70s.

When I say small, I mean the front was two bucket seats with only the emergency brake in between. With the exception of a wee glove compartment, there was no storage. No backseat pouches, not even a cup holder. So, one day I'm getting in the car, and I have this makeup bag. I couldn't tell you where I was going or what I was doing, honestly. I'm not really a makeup person, so bringing the bag with me was unusual in the first place.

But I do know that I had the makeup bag. Until I didn't. When I reached my destination, it was nowhere to be found. I searched that car multiple times for that bag that evening. Again, the car was small, so there weren't really many places to hide. Especially considering the bag is roughly half the size of a loaf of bread. And the entire interior of the car is black. While the bag was quite colorful.

I looked under the front seats and in the floor. The back seat is solid, one bench seat with no gap underneath. It's not there. I go so far as to look in the hatch just in case I unknowingly threw it over the back seat. No luck. I look in the spare tire compartment. At this point, I'm pretty sure I'm losing my mind. Over the next few months, I return to the car to check and recheck for the bag.

I go so far as to detailing the entire interior of the car, vacuuming everything, and cleaning even the tiniest spaces with a q-tip, even places that I knew the bag could not be, like under the floor mat. I looked. It was gone. I convinced myself that it must have fallen onto the floorboard and out of the car while I was getting gas. Fast forward a year later, I stopped to get gas.

In my memory, this is the same gas station that I stopped at on the day that I lost the bag, but this was long enough that I can't be sure, and I'm standing at the rear of the car by the gas tank. I happen to look in the small window to the back seat, and I notice something sitting on the rear floorboard. When I enter the car to investigate, I find the makeup bag. It's just sitting there, all alone, out in the open.

perfectly visible, just like it had been there all along. This happened about two years ago. It's not as creepy or weird as most of the posts on here, but it's confused the hell out of me and my fiancé ever since. So, around two years ago, we were about to go on holiday, vacation. When we go on holiday, we always keep our two cats in.

They usually like to go out in the morning first thing, so that we can get them in the cat carrier and take them to the cattery while we're away. So, this one morning, cats were in, I had made sure the night before while they were in to close all the windows, etc. This isn't the first time we've had to do this for vet trips, holidays, etc. I get the cat carriers, they freak out, as always. My female cat runs upstairs, she's by far the more nervous of the two.

I manage to get the male cat in his carrier. Me and my partner go upstairs to find the female cat. She's nowhere to be seen. At this point, that's completely normal. They will always try and hide anywhere they can in this situation. We spent about half an hour searching every single possible place in the house to no avail. Still thinking she just found some ridiculous hiding place. In the past, she has managed to hide under a dressing gown that was on the floor.

in drawers under the bed that we have no idea how she managed to squeeze into, and other various hiding places. Beginning to get distressed at this point, as we have to leave soon to get them to the cattery and leave for the airport. I go downstairs for a triple check of anywhere downstairs. Cats can obviously be really elusive when they want to, so she could have snuck past us, of course.

And my cat is sitting, waiting at the door to come in, in the back garden. Both of us had absolutely no idea how it happened, and were absolutely blown away and confused. The strange part is she seemed to have completely forgotten about the fear and anxiety of going in the cat carrier or trying to hide. She just strolled on in. I grabbed her and put her in the carrier.

We're both kind of freaking out at this point, so again, I check every single door and window in the house, and not a single one is open or unlocked. Now, I'm not a believer in anything supernatural, really, but this one really weirded us both out, and I still think about it to this day. Maybe there is some explanation or something I missed, but I've never been able to work it out.

Maybe someone out there has an obvious answer? First off, I'd like to say Happy New Year to everyone, and Happy New Year to you too, Raven. Happy New Year to you as well. I don't know if this was a genuine glitch or a really bizarre coincidence, but I decided to submit this story because I still can't wrap my head around it.

Side note, I'm not good at writing stories and I'm not the most articulate, so excuse me if things don't make sense or look out of place. Anyways, this took place last month, while I was on my way to pick up my boyfriend from work. I live in a little commuter city in Southern California called Eastvale. His job at the time was about 10 minutes away from our place, but the traffic added an extra 10 minutes to the route.

For those that don't know, this part of the region is known as the Inland Empire, or the IE, roughly an hour away from LA and Disneyland. Anyways, I digress. I was driving on Interstate 15 North, attempting to merge onto Interstate 10 going East. Just for a bit of context, there's an on-ramp right before the junction that connects with the lane that takes you East.

Luckily, I only have to get off the first street after getting on the interstate, Etiwanda Avenue. For those that really know, getting off on Etiwanda Avenue is almost like merging onto the 210 via 60 East. If you know, you know. As I was attempting to merge, a big dark grey colored Chevy Tahoe with aftermarket rims and a big exhaust that was loud enough to hear from the high desert again, if you know, you know

was getting onto the freeway and was attempting to merge onto the 15. I let him, of course, and see him attempting to merge into the deep heavy California traffic. Keep in mind this all happened a little bit after 5pm, so the traffic was bad. I drive on by, minding my own business and listening to music. I was just about reaching my exit when I saw that exact same Chevy getting onto the interstate,

Same color, same big exhaust, same tinted windows, everything. You're probably thinking, dude, most Chevys look the same. Okay, yeah, but what are the odds of seeing a vehicle modified the exact same way? I saw the driver merge into congested traffic, and for said driver to reappear again in less than a minute getting onto the 10? It's just not possible.

Once I picked up my boyfriend, I told him about the experience and he couldn't even figure it out himself. I'm still left in shock. Does anyone have answers? Thank you for coming to my TED talk. Hi. So, I'm making this post because I feel very weird. Last night, I had used a pair of socks for practicing my dance at night.

Before I slept, I took them off and put it either at the edge of my bed or the floor beside my bed. When I woke up, I was in a rush to head off, so I didn't pay attention to my socks. However, tonight, I wanted to practice my dance, but realized that I only had one pair of socks left. My mom and I looked through the whole bedroom, every corner.

We even moved the bed frame, took out the sheets, lifted the mattress, but there was nothing. It was weird, as I'd only used it that night and only in my bedroom. I also normally listened to peaceful music while sleeping, through my computer on my bed and earphones. However, every time I woke up, my music would either be paused or stopped, and my earphones would be out of my ears.

It is definitely not a person who did it. I figured it must just be because I moved a lot in my sleep, so I let it go. However, this same day, I lost my sock. My earphones went missing too. I remember either putting them on the table or leaving them on my bed after I woke up, but similarly, nothing at all. No trace.

This is the first time that these items have been missing. Previously, something would happen, but I would end up finding them either on my bed in a corner or buried under my books. Not this time. I also lost a blue hairband after hanging it out to dry after washing it. It's gone too. But it was possible that it fell off or something, so I let it go. Two weeks ago, still looking now. Can someone please explain this?"

I'll give an update once I find these items or other things happen. Maybe some recommendations on what I can do? I feel very scared, as I've read that poltergeists may be the source of this, but I am a religious person so I try not to think too much about it. Thank you very much. The OP did add an update. I'd found my hairband and my earpieces, most likely due to carelessness.

However, my sock was found in a toy drawer. There is no way that I would put my sock in a toy drawer. It's just weird. But now, everything is found, so I'll try to forget all these, and I hope that nothing happens again. Hi. I've only just found this sub, so I'm coming over from Paranormal.

Around 12 years ago, Tesco Chesterfield UK had a recycling machine that gave you Tesco Club Card points. For those not in the UK, those points build up like air miles and can be transferred for coupons or vouchers. We lived about 30 miles away, a 50 minute drive, and it's a really good Tesco. So every few months we'd fill up our car as full as possible with bottles, cans, and jars and drive over.

We owned a Skoda Fabia, a small estate car at the time. We lived in the Derbyshire Peak District, an area known for particularly bad weather. This particular Saturday in November, we had left in cold but clear weather and got to Tesco at about lunchtime. We did our recycling, filled the car back up with shopping, and went to get McDonald's. We then started back on the A619 westbound.

As we got to Wad Shelf, it started to get foggy, and my husband who was suffering from terminal cancer started to need the loo. Knowing that we would have to drive at a crawl till we were out of the fog, we decided to stop at the Brewer's Chef, Premier Inn in Eastmore and have a loo break. We stopped, and although the pub was welcoming and well lit, it was cold and quiet, and even though there should have been an hour or so of daylight left,

It was very dark, and still in fog. We went in, used the loo, bought a soft drink each, used the loo again, and then left. By the time we got to the car, the fog was so thick that it was hard to see the gates of the car park. We pulled out, and this is the only part where I could explain what happened next. I'm certain, we're both certain, we pulled left, westward.

I can't think we would have turned right, even in the fog. In the fog, pulling across a lane of traffic on a corner would be lethal, and I cannot believe that we did it. We started driving, and the fog was so thick that we couldn't see the road in front of the bonnet. The light of the cars were reflecting back on us, and after a long time of just crawling along and seeing nothing, my husband became convinced that we would fall off the edge of the road.

So he made me get out with a torch and walk in front of the car. I walked like that for what seemed like miles. It was utterly wet and frozen, and I couldn't see anything that I recognized. No signs. I couldn't even see the road markings. Just the car behind and literally the step in front of me.

After what seemed like an hour, my husband, who was very angry with me moving so slowly, decided he'd be better off just driving and told me to get back in. After another hour of this, I turned to him and asked how fast he was going. He said 10 miles an hour. I said that he couldn't be because we hadn't come across the Robin Hood pub or the Nether End roundabout. He asked if I'd recognized any road markings or signs. I hadn't.

He then said, "I haven't turned the wheel." We both started to be a bit scared. Where are we? We used this road a lot, we knew it well, but we'd been driving for two hours, and we hadn't reached anything that we recognized. In fact, we hadn't seen anything, just fog and road. We were just about ready to freak out, when suddenly some lights came ahead. Oh, it must be the Robin Hood. We thought we'd stop, have another pee,

But it wasn't the Robin Hood. It was a much bigger pub. In fact, it was a massive junction with a pub on it called the Peacock. It's at a place called Owler Bar, I later found out. We came upon it with the pub on the right-hand side of the road. We were traveling south. It was floodlit and had a huge car park.

We could read the road signs here and realize not only were we on a completely different road, we were miles away from where we thought we were, coming away from Sheffield, not Chesterfield. The road layout here is like one giant roundabout, and having gone round it once, we realized the road we were on, and the direction we'd been going, which was south, would take us back to the road we wanted to be on. In fact, it met with the Nether End roundabout.

We got there in about 20 minutes, and the fog had cleared before we got to Boslow. We were both freaked out, but it became one of those things we talked about to people. However, we told my parents about four weeks later over Christmas dinner, and my mom dropped her fork and looked at my dad. "'That happened to us once,' Dad said. "'Exactly like that.' Mom said, "'He even made me get out of the car. Nice pub, though,' my dad added."

I asked them what it was and my dad just went "one of those peak district things." My husband, mom, and dad have all passed away, so I don't have any witnesses anymore. So when I found this sub, I thought I had to write it down so I wasn't the only person who knows. I still travel the route regularly, and it has never happened since.

But also, I've never found any way of getting from Eastmoor to Aller Bar without going back towards Chesterfield. Last night, after dinner, my partner, who I'll call H, went back into the kitchen for something and observed Luna, our black cat, sitting on the little red stool that I put in the kitchen in front of our French doors a few days ago, so the cats can look out.

We have red curtains flanking those doors, and the curtains were pulled closed, providing a contrasting backdrop for Luna who was on the stool. H said, "Hey, Luna's on the stool, and he shows up well with that red curtain behind him. I'm always talking about how I can't take good photos of Luna because he's black and you can never see him well. It was just a passing comment, and I made a mental note to take a photo of him sometime in that spot."

So, H comes back to join me on the sofa. We chat for about 10-15 minutes or so, and he gets back up to go back to the kitchen. He said, "'Luna's still here on the stool.' I told him that was weird, that he'd just be hanging out by himself in a dark and closed-off kitchen. Normally, he'd be with us wherever we are. It wasn't like he had anything to look at outside, the curtains were closed due to the cold drafts."

I tried to reason out that weird behavior, but cats do weird things, so I didn't think much of it. I told H that he's probably just waiting for a treat. I had been giving the cats treats every night for the last three nights or so, so that kind of made sense. As H was leaving the kitchen, he tried calling for Luna to come out, but he didn't.

I tried calling too from the sofa. By the way, you can't see the kitchen door or stool where Luna was from our sofa in the living room. As H was walking out of the kitchen and through the dining room toward the sofa again, we were talking about how Luna knows the word treat, and that I have to spell it out so that he doesn't get worked up. H suggested that I call out that I have a treat so that maybe he'd come out of the dark kitchen and join us in the living room.

I told him that if I did that, I would have to actually get up and go get a treat from the kitchen when he came out. I was being lazy. But ultimately, we decided to test the little experiment. By this time, H had joined me back on the sofa. There's a chair next to the sofa where our blonde cat, Sol, was snoozing away on a cozy black blanket through all of this.

I noted that I wasn't sure if Sol knew the word treat as well as Luna, and said that it would be interesting to see how Sol responds. I start saying at first in a softer voice, "Anybody want a treat?" Still no Luna emerging from the kitchen, so I said it again, a little louder. We looked over at Sol, and he was slowly opening up his sleepy little eyes, but still no Luna.

I said it again two or three times, and all the while we were glancing between Sol and toward the dark kitchen entry, watching to see if Luna would come out. And then, when I was looking at Sol, whose head was completely raised at this point, I see right beside him another pair of green eyes, and quickly realize- we actually both realized this at the same time- that Luna was curled up on the chair with Sol.

And when I say curled up, it was that kind of curled up they're in when cats are total relaxation or nap mode. I'm not sure about other people who have cat siblings, but with my cats, if they end up napping together, it usually starts with one cat already asleep, usually Sol. Then the other cat will jump up on them and start cleaning them, licking their ears and faces.

Then one of two things will happen: They either start to play fight until it turns serious-ish, in which I usually have to scold one of them because usually the napping cat just isn't in the mood to play fight, or, on rare occasions, the imposing cat just cleans his brother and then curls up and sleeps right next to him. It is never just a cat jumps up on the other side and goes to sleep or in chill mode. It's always a process.

I know this because I always have to keep an eye on them when one jumps on the other in case one starts bullying the other, biting too hard, etc.

So, this means at some point between H leaving the kitchen the second time, when he observed Luna still on the stool, and coming to the sofa, Luna would have had to have darted out really quick without us noticing, and then ran straight to the chair his brother was in, all within full view of where we both were, and settled down right away without waking his brother up. That is just not the way that Luna operates.

He doesn't dart through the house unless, on rare occasions, he's playing with his brother and they have the zoomies. Otherwise, Luna lumbers. He's a lumberer. That's why his nickname is Luna Bear. He looks and lumbers like a small black bear and what's more, I had called out "anybody want a treat?" and "treat, treat" several times.

Ordinarily, when treat time is announced, he always comes running into the room. Always the kitchen, except for last night when we were trying to lure him from the kitchen. Meowing like crazy, and acting like he's dying or going through withdrawals and just needs a hit of that life-saving cat treat. It's a running joke that the food and treats are one of the rare things that he'll actually run for, but he was just sitting there on the chair, curled up next to his brother looking at me like...

What are you going on about? We were, or are, so baffled. H and I looked at each other like, what the hell just happened? He immediately went back to the kitchen where he just was, and there was no Luna on the stool, because Luna was apparently on the chair next to us. I don't even know, but damn. I couldn't give you a specific date, but the three of us would have been about 19 years old.

I remember that I already had a driving license, and what car I had. I estimate that it will be about 15 years ago. 2008, maybe 2007. Well, the three of us were in the building lobby of one of my friends. At that time, we often met in that lobby to talk before going out to party. We didn't have a penny, and I think it was winter, so instead of drinking in the street or something like that...

We were there for a few hours, and then sometimes we went out, and sometimes we didn't. The lobby in question was one of those where there is a doorman during the day, and which has two or three sofas. We were on two of them, my friends to my right on a large sofa, and I in an armchair. We stayed there for hours, so we used to be barefoot, as if we were in our living room.

At that time, from time to time, we were quite rude, and we ended up talking about some deep crap, as if at that age you had a freaking idea of what life was about. That day we started talking about the afterlife, parallel universes, and stuff like that. One day it was that, another day politics, or whatever. The fact is that, at some point, when we had been talking about these topics for about two to three hours...

My two friends jumped off the couch at the same time and began to run towards the exit onto the street. Halfway, there would be about 10-15 meters to the door. Seeing that I didn't understand anything of what was happening, they told me something like, Come on bro, let's get out of here. They scared me, and there we were.

The three of us on the streets, barefoot, in a busy neighborhood in the north of a big city, and me without an understanding of anything at all. It took about five seconds, but it seemed like a lifetime to me. The fact is that once on the street, I asked them what the hell was going on. They were both very scared, telling me that someone had hit the couch where they were sitting,

and that as soon as they felt it, they had that reaction. I hadn't heard anything, but they were both describing the same thing to me and were quite scared. To clarify, that in the lobby, obviously there was absolutely no one other than us, and no way for someone to have entered without us realizing it. Furthermore, that sofa was almost attached to a wall.

So, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to have hit this sofa. No way. At this point, once on the street, we turn out onto the main street. Let me explain. The doorway opened onto some small private gardens, and, out of fear, I suppose, we decided to go out onto the sidewalk of the main street. We were still in shock.

One of my friends and I were sitting on a small wall, and the other was standing with his back to us. The two of us who were sitting looked to the left and saw a girl. She was walking to us very close. Like, very, very close. She was by the wall, and the rest of the sidewalk was empty. She walked quite very slowly, and was extremely thin.

She was dressed like she was going out for a party, but in a very strange way. The fact is that she crossed in front of us, perpendicular, and she continued downstairs. The friend who was standing turned to look at her as well when she reached her level. The girl began to go down four to five stairs, and halfway through, she stopped. She neither turned around nor took anything out of a bag. Nothing. She then continued walking a few meters.

At that time, just 10-15 meters from where we were, there was a fairly known restaurant and pub, and that stretch of sidewalk was about 8-10 meters wide. It was packed with people. Either you get into the crowd, or you have to change the sidewalk to pass. The girl began to go among those people, and no one looked at her nor interacted with her in any way.

At one point we lost sight of her, I'm talking about a very short distance, and we were somewhat elevated and we saw perfect from there. My colleague, the one who was sitting, looked at me and said, "If she turned around, I think I would have had a heart attack." In those seconds that the whole situation lasted, we had not had any time referred to the girl among ourselves, but the three of us were clear, that made no sense.

I say three because the one who was standing, the first thing he said to us was, "What the hell was that?" After this, we decided to return to the building lobby, and in the gardens, we heard three quite loud doors slamming, but not all three at once. First one, then the others, and then another. Only one of us heard each of them. I don't remember in what order.

and we only verbalized it after the third. The three of us referred to the noise as a car door slamming, but at a crazy volume. All of the time that I have described to you, from the sofa to this last thing, would not have been more than four to five minutes. I know it doesn't make any freaking sense, but that's what we experienced that day. Clarify that none of us were drunk or drugged in any way,

nor had any of us three had any strange experiences before or after that. We've talked about it two to three times since then. It's been years since, and we just don't talk about it. And honestly, we have no idea what happened. One of them is convinced that something strange happened, the other has no idea, and honestly, I think there must be some sort of explanation.

One of them, the one that lived in that building, later told us that a few days before, one of his neighbors had died, and that he was convinced that the elevator, one of those that has no memory and does not return to the first floor if nobody pushes the button, had gone down to the lobby a couple of times during the night, without any neighbors coming in. It was to my back, so I can't tell you anything about that, but maybe you have some sort of theory."

and I'd be more than glad to read it. We've only told this once at dinner with quite a few people, and the truth is that no one understood what the hell had happened to us that night. Hi. I've experienced occasional glitches in the Matrix throughout my life. The first one I can remember is when I was in college and living in the dorms. My friends in the same dorm were playing a sort of game of hide-and-seek,

where we would go to someone's room to hide from the others, and they had to figure out where we were, or something like that. I feel like it was just a spontaneous bit of shenanigans. I had gone to my friend's room and was sitting on her bed, just waiting for the others to find me. I waited, and I waited, and nobody came. Finally, after a long bit of waiting and nobody showing up, they opened the door and asked where I had been.

I said that I'd been there the whole time, and they said that that was impossible. That they had looked for me in that room, and it had been empty until they looked there the second time. The other incidences occurred much later in my life, after I had children, and really are centered around my younger daughter. Both of my girls were scared to go down to the basement. I suppose because of a scary basement reason. However, that is where the laundry room is.

One day I was just sitting in my living room, and my younger daughter, who was about 8 years old at the time, very purposely walked right by me and headed to the basement steps. I was confused by this because neither girl would ever go down there alone, unless they had to, or were going down there with somebody. So I called her name a couple of times as she was walking by, which she did not respond to at all.

It was as if she didn't hear me. I then got up and went downstairs to see what she was doing to find her standing in the middle of the basement, looking around with a bewildered look on her face. I asked her what she was doing, and she said that she had just followed me down to the basement, and suddenly I was no longer there. Another time, that same daughter was waiting in the car for her sister and I as we were going to go somewhere.

It took us a while to get ready, and when we went out to the car, she asked why Amy, her older sister, had come out earlier. I asked Amy if she had come outside earlier, and she said that no, she hadn't. My younger daughter said that she definitely saw her come out, but then she suddenly wasn't there. I have a group who is interested in paranormal and metaphysical things. We decided to experiment a bit with timeline jumping.

There is a not-for-profit art gallery that we were all involved with. It's a very small space, and we spent a lot of time there, and were quite familiar with the place. After we did the cup method of timeline jumping as an experiment, a statuette of a pastoral girl suddenly appeared in that space that had not been there before. We asked everyone who was involved there, including the owner of the building, if they knew where that statuette had come from.

And nobody knew. Did we successfully jump timelines? What do you think? This happened about 30 years ago, and I decided to post it on here so I can read about other people with similar experiences. The contractor I was working for at the time was taking me to the job. We turned left at this intersection, the same way we had for the last week.

"'The job site is only about five minutes down the road from the intersection. "'However, after the five minutes was up, we were not at the job site. "'None of the houses around us or anything looked familiar. "'Confused, we went and drove down a couple more miles until we found a gas station. "'I go inside the gas station, and I ask them where we're at while he's filling up the truck. "'What they told me knocked my socks off.'

When I get back to the truck, he asks me where we're at, and then I tell him. We're about 200 and something miles off course. He laughs at me and tells me the people in the gas station were just having fun with me, that there was no way we were that far off. So we kept going and drove for a little bit more until we came to a police station.

He was going to pull in there and ask them for directions, but when he saw the name on the other police station, he just kept going. It matched what they told me at the gas station. So, we pulled off the road for about 20 minutes, trying to figure out what to do next. Well, I thought that we could just turn around and start driving back.

But somehow or other, in less than five minutes, we had managed to travel over 200 miles. I asked him later what he thought about it, and he just told me to shut up. Said that he didn't want to hear it again, and refused to talk about it. He was so weirded out, and that it wasn't funny. It's a small thing, but any change in reality is significant, right?

We have a set of ceramic mixing bowls. There are various colors and each one has color on the outside and a different color on the inside. The largest of these bowls has been used as a water bowl for our dogs for about 10 years. This bowl was red on the outside and yellow on the inside. We had four dogs, so my wife and I washed and refilled that bowl often, sometimes several times a day.

We were going out of town for a long weekend, and I had decided to bug bomb the house while we were gone. This would give the fog plenty of time to both work and to dissipate before we got back. I tried to do this once every couple of years. I put the dogs' food and water bowls in the dishwasher so that they wouldn't get any bug fogger chemicals on them, started the dishwasher and the foggers, and then left for our vacation."

When we got back, we unloaded our bags, and our dogs, opened the doors to air the place out, tossed the fogger canisters and went to the dishwasher to get the bowls so that we could feed and water our dogs. The food bowls were there, but not the ceramic water bowl. We had other water bowls, but that red one seemed to be the dog's favorite.

I was confused and a little irritated with myself because I thought that I must have forgotten to put this bowl in the dishwasher, and I hoped that the dogs hadn't drank any water from it yet. The thing was, I had such a clear memory of putting it in the dishwasher. I went to the spot where the bowl is normally on the rug, and it wasn't there. I handed my wife the food bowls from the dishwasher and asked her if she had gotten the water bowl out already. She hadn't.

She asked if I checked the cabinet. I hadn't, so I checked. In the cabinet was the collection of mixing bowls. There was a bowl that looked like it was the right size, but it was green inside and yellow on the outside. There was a small bowl that was red outside and yellow inside, but it was like the size of a soup bowl. This bowl was nowhere near the size of the bowl that we used for the water bowl.

"'Our dogs were sixty to a hundred pounds. "'The water bowl was a big bowl. "'I stepped back, left the cabinet doors open, "'and called my wife over and just pointed at the bowls. "'Where's the water bowl?' she asked. "'I can't find it. "'Do you remember what color it was?' I asked. "'She looked at me like I was an idiot and said, "'Yeah, it's red and yellow. "'We turned the house upside down looking for that bowl.'

"'The set of bowls nest inside each other. "'Neither of us remembers the green and yellow bowl, "'but it's the same size as the red and yellow had been, "'so it could never have nested inside the red bowl or vice versa. "'Also, both of us are sure that we have never seen "'the small red and yellow soup bowl before. "'We pulled out the new green bowl and have used it ever since. "'The dogs didn't seem to mind the change.'

We both know that water bowl was red on the outside and yellow on the inside before we left. Now it's yellow on the outside and green on the inside. I know it's a small thing, but we are both absolutely certain it's not the same bowl. And it's not the right color. It really weirds us out still. And this all happened a few years ago.

I stopped smoking and started vaping in 2014. I had only one vape at the time. It was hot pink, and it was almost glued to my hand, not unlike how a pack of cigarettes are always within reach of a pack-a-day smoker. I was in my early 40s, and I lived alone when this glitch happened. Simply put, I set my vape down somewhere, but never found it. I tore my home apart. It was nowhere to be found.

I ended up going to the store to get another $50 mod, and then came home and proceeded as usual. I had no choice, as I am addicted to nicotine, and I refused to purchase a pack of cigarettes. This was not done lightly, and was not done until a full house tear apart was done. Two weeks later, as I was sitting down on the couch, the couch where I spend my time when not in bed sleeping,

And for some odd reason, I decided to just stuff my hand between the cushions. Lo and behold, I pulled up my vape. This may sound like a normal thing, but let's go over it. I spent all of my time on this couch. It was the first thing I tore apart looking for the missing vape. Surely I would have found it if it was just in the crack between two cushions. Not even deeply. Just pushed down enough to not be seen. I live alone.

No one came and hid it and then put it back to surprise me. I don't have friends coming over and my family lives out of town. It was me, myself, and I in this place. Two weeks was the length of time between losing it and finding it.

No one can tell me that I tore apart this couch and missed the hot pink vape against the dark grey couch, and then just went the next two weeks with it barely pressed into the crack of where I spend 18 hours of my day. Let me start by saying that this will be long. My heart is already beating fast telling this story. Only those closest to me know that this has happened, until now.

When I was 25 years old, I was driving home from work one night. I lived in Los Angeles at the time. I was driving on Sunset Boulevard heading west towards my apartment in Brentwood. For those that are not familiar with the area, there is an expanse of sunset near UCLA that is very curvy. It is two lanes on either side with no shoulder. It was 8:30 on a Saturday night, so there was some traffic.

I was driving along and all of a sudden, about 50 feet in front of me, I saw a car. But I was looking at the passenger door. A car had spun out of control and was perpendicular in my lane. I didn't have time to stop. I looked to my right and saw that there was a car next to me, so I had nowhere to go. I instinctively turned my car all the way to the right anyway.

Once I had cleared the first car, I spun it all the way to the left, still trying to avoid the second car. While all of this was happening, I remembered a time with my mom at Disney World when I was three. This is not a memory I have ever had. I vaguely remember parts of that trip, but this memory was not one of them. I realized then that my life was flashing before my eyes, and I was going to die.

I had never been so sure of anything. Every part of me knew that I was about to die. I started screaming. To this day, I don't know if I vocalized anything or if it was all in my head. I yelled, "No, no, this isn't fair! I'm not done yet!" all the while swerving all over Sunset Boulevard. I suddenly stopped my car and I was now perpendicular in the opposing lane of traffic. I looked around.

and there was not a single car anywhere. It was like everything had been wiped clean. I put my car in reverse and proceeded home. I did not see a single car the rest of the way. I was only five minutes away from home at that point, but Sunset Boulevard on a Saturday night was completely empty. I got to my apartment and parked on the street. I didn't see one person. While walking to my apartment, I came to the conclusion that I had died-

And because I said no, I was stuck in some kind of limbo. I had never wanted my roommate to be home so badly. Unfortunately, she wasn't. I called one of my best friends and said, I need to ask you some questions. Please just answer me, and I'll explain after. I asked her my name, my age, what city we lived in, and the current date. Obviously, she was very alarmed.

I explained that I thought I was dead, and I wasn't really sure that I was on the phone with her. She tried to convince me that I was alive and that everything was okay. There was no way mathematically to escape it. There was nowhere for the car on the right to go. This moment has haunted me my whole life. There have been times when I've questioned my existence. I've wondered if my life since has been a very long, detailed death trip.

and I'm actually lying on Sunset Boulevard bleeding out. After many years of meditation, spiritual practice, and belief in quantum physics, I wonder what life I jumped into. I live with my parents. My mother leaves for work every day at 6am and returns at 3pm. Today she came back at 10am, and I talked to her and asked why she came back early.

She told me that she managed to get off work early, and that she would start making dinner soon. I said, "Okay, well, call me when you're done." After about two hours of waiting, I realized that I couldn't hear any sounds from the kitchen, and I always hear them when someone is cooking something. So I went to the kitchen, and my mother was gone. I went through the whole house. My mother was nowhere to be found. I was alone at home.

I thought that it was strange because my mother always tells me when she goes out. For example, to the store or even to water the flowers in the garden. So I went back to my room and went back to playing my game. At 3pm, my mother came back, called me, she always does this, said hello and I asked, ''Why did you leave the house and not tell me?'' ''And where'd you go anyway?''

She replied with, ''Well, I was at work, Jasmine. I always come back at 3pm.'' I explained to her that she was home at around 10, that I talked to her, and that she even told me that she would be making dinner. She explained to me that she wasn't. We talked about it for a while, and then my mother decided that I had simply mixed up the days. But that's not possible. She was at home. I saw her, and I talked to her.

This isn't the first time something like this has happened to me. I'm sharing this story because it happened to me today. Anticipating the question, why didn't you call your mom and verify it right away? We live in the mountains. My mother works on the Polish-Ukrainian border, and there's no signal there, so calling is pointless. My bedroom is located at the end of an L-shaped passageway.

with my bedroom being at the bottom right, the living room being at the top left, and some other rooms scattered along the way, which are irrelevant to this story. From my bedroom, you're able to see all the way into the lounge if you're standing at the right place. One day, when I was about five or six, I was in my room getting changed into clothes in the middle of either the morning or the afternoon.

So there was plenty of natural light lighting up every room in the entire house. Since I was a little child and was living with just my parents, I was getting changed with the door open, facing into the passage. I was standing about half a meter from the door and was standing in a spot where I could barely see the start of the passage, but could not see into the living room.

I was nearly finished getting dressed, and was about to put my shirt on when I saw a two meter tall shadow person appear at the end of the passage, as far away from me as I could see. He was long and skinny looking, and it was impossible to make out any distinct features that he may have had.

I stood frozen as it walked across my entire passage, in three long and unnaturally quick steps that no human would normally take unless they were in some sort of speedwalking competition. I couldn't move and just stared for the one or two seconds it took for him to walk up to me, but as he reached my bedroom door, he just disappeared. Although I was young at the time, I was still old enough to distinguish dreams and reality.

and I knew that this was something that I actually saw. I knew this was not normal, and due to me being generally shy, even from a young age, I never told anyone, not even my own parents. I didn't tell them for years, because I feared they wouldn't believe me. However, a few years later, I remember being in a mall parking lot waiting for my mom in the car with my dad, when I told him about what I saw.

He told me that he doesn't believe in ghosts, but that he had heard theories about parallel universes, and thought that this might have been a situation where someone from another universe glitched into ours. But since they weren't from here, all I could see was a black figure, like a model that had yet to be colored. Honestly, even at my young age and knowing what I saw, I was both scared and skeptical.

and kind of just assumed that my dad was saying that to get my young mind excited, that he was kind of just playing along. I'm 17 now, and I started thinking about this event that happened to me recently, trying desperately to find a logical explanation for it, when I began to realize something. In recent years, people have always mentioned to me how I walk a lot faster than normal people, even when I don't need to.

and my natural walking speed makes it look like I'm in a rush wherever I'm going. Now, this may be because I'm a little impatient when it comes to getting to places, and if I want to go somewhere, I often want to go there and leave as soon as possible. But nevertheless, it's what I do. While I'm not exactly two meters tall, I decided to test how fast I could walk through the passage, and lo and behold,

I could do it in about three steps, in a couple of seconds, and also walk in a similar way to how I remember the shadow person walking. I still live in this house now, and nothing paranormal like that has ever happened since, and my family have mentioned nothing about paranormal events occurring in this house, despite my dad believing they could be real. So, what do you think? Was I the shadow person?

Was it something paranormal? A glitch in the matrix? Or is there some other explanation? This happened to me and my boyfriend less than a month ago, and I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. I moved to a small town in Missouri half a year before this. We hadn't learned the ins and outs of it very well, so we were using GPS for the places that were surrounded by rural land.

We had just taken my dad to the hospital for a procedure, which is in a very rural part of this place, and I decided that we should go to the library to wait for him to call me and let me know when to pick him up. My boyfriend loaded up the GPS and we started driving down the freeway back to town. It's a straight shot with a couple of turns as you're getting back into the urban area. All of a sudden, we're on a small two-lane road surrounded by wilderness that leads to a dead end.

All of the houses on this road are old and abandoned. Me and him look at each other and start asking what the hell just happened. My boyfriend decided he wanted to see what was at the end before turning around. The dead end was a closed off street with warning signs surrounding it. Then to the left was a parking lot to a trail in the woods. We decided to not talk about it then because I was worried about my dad and we just went to the library.

When we got home, we sat down and talked about how weird it was. We were on the freeway talking and then we were on this random road. My boyfriend has never had a problem following GPS while we are talking, and I'm a nervous person in cars, taking in all of my surroundings. It's like we teleported. We are both spiritual, so we chalked it up to us being meant to find that trail, although we were too scared to go back. I want a logical explanation.

I've run through it so many times, but nothing. We just ended up being there. As spiritual as I am, I'm still a skeptical person, and I just can't make sense of this. Hi Raven, I just want to preface this by saying that I've been literally living off of your videos for the past month now. I play them back to back whenever I can, and I really appreciate the work you do.

Even though these are not your own stories, you really put a lot of care into narrating them, and it's just beyond great to listen to. Thank you very much, I do appreciate that. So, the glitch that I experienced was, honestly, such a small one, but the story behind it requires a lot of information, so I'm super sorry if it seems dragged out, or like the glitch is very underwhelming for all the detail leading up to it.

Even so, I would love to share my story with you, and I really hope it'll make it into a video. It did. When I was little, my parents split up often, only to get back together, quote-unquote, for me. One of the times that they split, my mom and I moved in with her parents, my grandmother and step-grandfather. I was six at the time, so no, my memory is not great concerning the little details.

But I remember this event crystal clear, as if it happened just yesterday. We were given the basement to stay in, and for a couple of months, my mom and I shared a queen-sized bed, until my grandmother came downstairs one day and saw my feet in my mom's face as we were sleeping. She decided that, from that day on, we should have separate beds. We were in luck, though.

because my great-aunt and her wife were looking after a family member who had to suddenly move back in with his mother, and he left all of his belongings behind. One of those belongings was a bunk bed that they had gotten a deal on, rendering it cheaper than a single bed. They gave it to us in the blink of an eye, and my mom and I started sleeping a little more peacefully after that. So, that was the backstory.

But now I will try to lay out the basement so you guys can kind of visualize it. So, after going down the stairs, you would enter the main room which had our furniture, a TV and its stand, a couch and a chair. The main room was, in a way, separated off by a little wall. And there were two openings that we could walk through to enter our bedroom. The bunk bed was up against the middle of the wall, and the bathroom door was on the wall by the head of my bed.

The ladder of the bunk bed was facing the main room and was very close to the bathroom, making it very convenient to climb down during the night and just go straight into the bathroom if I had to. One night, I woke up needing to go, so I climbed down from the top bunk and turned the light on. I was wide awake at this point. I did my business, washed my hands, turned off the light and closed the door.

It was completely dark in the basement, so I couldn't see. Nothing felt wrong to me, but when I started to walk back to my bed, I felt myself walk into the main room, as if this was the normal route that I took after my late night bathroom session. The bunk bed was now in the middle of the main room, with the ladder now facing towards the bedroom, when before, it was facing the main room.

I climbed up into bed, and it was only then that I realized that this wasn't right. The bed remained in that position when I closed my eyes. And when I woke up in the morning, it was right back to where it usually was. I told my mom about it, and she said that she believed me. But who would believe a six-year-old saying that? My mom was super into paranormal stuff, so I just kind of assumed that she would believe me, but she clearly didn't.

I've brought it up to her multiple times over the years, and I think she believes me more and more every time I tell her, because it's the same story every single time. It was such a small glitch, but it was honestly terrifying. Did going to the bathroom just place me in a different universe or something? Where that was the normal placement of the bed? Why did I know exactly where to go, rather than going the direction that I went every other time?

And why do I remember it so clearly, even though it was almost 13 years ago now? I'd love to know what people think, and slash or if they've ever experienced something similar. So, this just happened. I just got home, and I'm still shaking. I was just driving on the freeway when I noticed, out of my peripheral, a tire bouncing sideways from the slow lane on the other side of the freeway.

I'm in the fast lane, and now I'm coming up to the tire, and then everything happens so fast, but the tire seems to have picked up more momentum, and to my horror, it completely bounces over the median, and was now coming straight at me. Again, this happened so quickly, I didn't even have time to react. My last thought was, ''Hell, this is going to hurt.''

I took my foot off the gas and prepared for the impact of this tire through my front windshield. Only, nothing hit me. I immediately looked behind me to see if it had hit the person behind me, but there was no one behind me. I'm shaking, looking in the rearview mirror for where the tire landed, and I didn't see it. I pulled over on the shoulder to catch my breath and calm down. I was shaking so bad that my teeth were chattering.

All of the sudden, I hear brakes squeaking, and two cars about a mile up in front of me swerving out of the way. And that's when I noticed the tire laying in the middle of the road. But how? That tire came at me a mile back. How was it a mile ahead of me laying in the middle of the road? I'm still having a hard time trying to process what just happened still.

I swear, ever since I made the post about my glitch this summer, weird crap keeps happening. Nothing like what just happened, and I know it's because now I notice things more, but I don't like this. I went off this ride because that was too much. I'm very new at putting this out there for others to read. I've told a few people about some of the stuff that's happened to me in my life.

I say stuff because I'm guessing there's no foul language used or really necessary. You can always interject your own colorful thoughts. I've had quite a lot of experiences, but the good thing is, at least I have witnesses to several. A good friend of mine told me over 40 years ago that he really thought that I attracted this stuff to me.

I told him, ''Don't even say that. I really don't want to see this stuff. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to experience this stuff. I just want to get some of these things out there before I'm gone.'' My wife and I moved to a small town for a quieter area. We got a pretty nice ranch-style house on a corner lot. Neighboring homes aren't close. There were several hedges and cement from structures that had to be removed in the open lot nearest the corner.''

We have a nice front yard and a wide black topped drive for the two car garage. There's a breezeway connecting the garage to the house and our patio is connected from that. I attached a bench swing from one of those yard swings with the frame. I just took the seat and hung it up from the beam under the roof of the patio. There are a couple of old maple trees out in the parking strip. My wife and I sit out there on the summer nights and enjoy the show.

There seems to always be something going on. We've seen several foxes go past right out front in the road. Lots of different squirrels here. There are some grey ones that kind of look like chinchillas, black ones, and the larger brown squirrels. My wife and I were sitting there watching around eight squirrels running after each other and eating the peanuts that we were tossing to them. It was mid-afternoon, just this summer, 2023.

There were two black squirrels chasing each other around the base of the maple tree. There were three sitting together eating, and one on the walk fairly close to us. They get pretty tame. One was at the bowl of water that I had placed by the birdbath. We were just talking about our house and how we were going to do this and that with the yard. Then, it was different. It was like an invisible wave went through.

The air seemed to have this very faded or very light yellowish tinge to it. The squirrels stopped moving. They were in mid-stride, mid-drink. The two running around the tree had stopped mid-chase on the side of the tree. I still remember one squirrel sitting at a weird angle. The way it looked, he should have fallen over. We didn't see or hear any vehicles going past. A block to the north where the route is...

There's always something going past over there. Trucks for the ethanol plant, cars, tractors. But right then, there was nothing. No sound of tires. You didn't even hear any birds. There wasn't any breeze, but we could hear what sounded like a muffled rustling of leaves. The houses looked the same, but then again, not. It's very difficult to describe this.

It looked like three-dimensional pictures of everything. They overlapped. Individual structures, too. Houses, trees, cars that were sitting around. And we didn't see any other people during this. We just sat there in shock. I know that we both commented about the squirrels and how they were just frozen in position. It lasted maybe five minutes, and then reality just gradually went back to its regular state.

It was like everything just went back to what it was doing. I think I may have been sitting there with my mouth open for a little bit afterwards, and finally got some words like, ''What the hell was that?'' My wife didn't want to admit what had happened, but she couldn't deny it. She finally said, ''That was weird.'' She finally experienced what I had endeared a few weeks earlier. That day, I was standing at the front edge of the patio area,

when it seemed like something just went through the air. It felt just a little dizzying, and when I looked up, things had that yellowish tinge, and nothing was moving. No traffic, no birds flying or chirping that I could hear, and no wind. Just that faint muffled sound like leaves rustling in a breeze. That one lasted about ten minutes, and I was afraid to move for fear that I might end up somewhere that I didn't want to be.

I thought, "Just stand still until it's over, man." And I was really hoping it would end quick. After things went back to normal, I went into the house and had to sit down for a while. I don't know what it was. I just didn't feel good. One other time, when my wife was with me, we were sitting on the patio swing in the evening. The sun wasn't quite down and it was a nice and quiet evening.

Perfect temperature, a light breeze, crickets were sounding off, and there was finally some lightning bugs out. Then we heard a car coming from the east, and it would come right past our corner, not 75 feet away. The noise of the engine and tires on the road broke the quiet. It came past on our left, and went through the intersection and on down the road, down the hill, and to the west. Yep, we heard it just fine.

The only thing wrong was that we didn't see any car. We heard it. Didn't see it, though. It's kind of hard to miss a car going past. I asked my wife, did you see that? She replied, I didn't see anything. That's what I meant. Neither one of us wanted to dwell on that very long. I think we just tried to shove it under a rug. I don't know what the heck is going on.

I wouldn't know if it's a glitch in the matrix thing, or a time thing, or a programming error or ghosts, but it's definitely creeping me out. I know it rattled me and left me anxious and paranoid for a couple hours after. My wife wasn't affected emotionally like I was. I think she just doesn't want to admit things like this can happen. Does anyone have any theories as to what this stuff is?

I wonder too often if someday I'm going to get pulled into some other place. This happened a few months back, but I'm new to Reddit, so I'm just now finding a place to post about it. It was really weird, and I still think about it sometimes. A few months ago, my boyfriend and I were coming home from a trip to visit family.

We live in a small second floor apartment that overlooks our parking lot. We were unpacking the car, bringing stuff upstairs little by little, and my family had sent us with a lot of food, so one load we brought up all had to be unloaded into the fridge. As I was unloading the food, my boyfriend was standing at the counter and we were having a full conversation. I don't exactly remember what we were talking about, but it was something you wouldn't just walk away from.

Anyways, he's standing there, and as I'm talking, I turn around to put something in the fridge, but when I looked back, he was gone. I was confused, because again, we were in the middle of a conversation, but I was like, is he hiding from me? Is he playing a joke? So I started laughing and looking for him around the apartment. After a few minutes, I was like, what the heck is going on?

because he was nowhere to be found. Sometimes he steps onto the patio to smoke, so I opened that door and while he wasn't on our patio, I saw him downstairs unloading the car. I was really confused about how he got downstairs so fast and why he left in the middle of our conversation. Well, he came back up a few minutes later and had to knock because apparently the front door was locked and he didn't have his keys.

How did the front door get locked with him outside without keys, and me not knowing that somehow he left? The front door is in the kitchen that I was in. I would have heard the door open and close, but I heard and saw nothing if he left. I was also just literally putting something down in the fridge, so I had my back to him for like a split second. How could he possibly get to the door so fast? And yet I didn't see anything.

None of it makes sense to me, and when I asked him about it, he had no idea what I was talking about, and no memory of our conversation while I was unloading food. It's so strange. I have a story that may be hard to follow because I'm not much of an author, and I've never taken the time to write this whole thing out, but it's a glitch that I think should be out there.

Because it was interesting. Back when I was a kid, I think like 10-ish years old, I used to have a lot of hyper-realistic and lucid dreams. I would often have dreams where I would be fully aware that I was dreaming. But at the time, I didn't know that lucid dreaming was a thing. So I just thought this was completely normal. I never brought it up to anyone because I just thought that's how everyone dreamed.

There was one dream, however, during these couple of years that I would repeatedly have. And when I say repeatedly, I mean almost every night. This dream always began the same way. I was holding a glass of orange juice, I would be sitting on the couch in the old living room,

It had the bulky CRT television, the old faded floral wallpaper, and it was my mom's old couch that had a hole in the center cushion from where my brother had accidentally set it on fire. During the dream, my brother was back in his room, so it was just myself and my mom in the living room, and we were watching TV. I remember that the TV was showing the story on a shuttle launch, which was almost a common thing back then.

Those in my age group will know about when this was. I loved watching the shuttle launches as a kid, so I would always be there watching intensely. In this dream, as they showed the footage of the shuttle launching, I remember the phone ringing. I remember because I was annoyed that the ringing interrupted my watching of the shuttle. My mom would walk over to the kitchen and answer the phone, and it was always my grandmother on the other end.

I remember I would always look over to my mom at the exact moment that her face would go from a glowing smile to a look of devastation. The call, in the dream, was always the same. My grandma was calling my mom to tell her that my grandpa had had a heart attack and that he was being rushed to the hospital. The dream would typically end with her hanging up and telling me that we needed to go.

No matter how many times I had this dream, and no matter how lucid my other dreams always were, this one was always a surprise. I could never do anything about it. I could never control it, or myself, in this dream. And I had this dream so many times over the couple of years that it occurred. After that couple of years, though, the dream did fade.

and I pretty much forgot about it, mostly because I really didn't like that dream. Then came my 21st birthday. My brother and I were over at my mom's for the day, and I was in the living room sitting on the couch, though I was drinking a root beer, of all things. My mom was in the kitchen making dinner for us, and my brother was in the back of the house doing something in his old room.

It was the same house, though a lot had changed. The wallpaper was different, the TV was a bit more modern, though still old by today's standard. But overall, it was that same feeling. But then, as I was sitting there, my hand hit that small burn hole in the cushion, and I got hit with this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was almost like anxiety.

but it was just this weird feeling in my gut. Then, the news switched over to a story to celebrate the 10th anniversary of one of the shuttle launches. I wish I could remember which one it was, but I can't. As I was sitting there, intently watching them talk about the shuttle that launched on that day, and all of the technological accomplishments since, they switched over to the footage of the rocket launching.

As soon as this happened, I got hit with that hard deja vu. I glanced over at my mom, and I could feel a cold chill creep down my spine. My voice was barely above a whisper, but I felt the need to say something. I said, "Hey, Mom. The phone's going to ring, and it's going to be Grandma. I want you to prepare yourself, though, because she's going to tell you that Grandpa had a heart attack."

My mom looked at me with confusion and concern, and she started to ask me what I was talking about, but was cut off by the phone ringing. She stared at it for a moment. I think she was absorbing that moment. She slowly grabbed the house phone and then answered, and sure enough, it all played out as I had predicted. Her face drained of color, and after a bit of talking, she said that we needed to go to the hospital.

The entire drive there was silent. I could tell that she wanted to ask me what the hell that was, and my brother was completely ignorant to the situation. We went in, we saw my grandpa and talked to my grandma, and the overall feeling in the room was a positive one. But after about an hour, my mom asked me to step out of the room to talk to her. I did, and she surprised me when she looked me dead in the eyes and asked-

Does he make it? Is he going to make it through this? Without even thinking? I shook my head and told her, no, he's going to pass away overnight due to some complications. I don't know why I knew this, as it was never part of the dream, but I was completely certain of it. She nodded and told me okay, and we went back in. After that, my mom changed her tone a bit.

She spent a few hours just talking to her dad about things, talking about memories, and asking a few questions. It was a somber time, but a loving one too. And what's worse is that it actually played out like I said it would. My grandfather passed away in the early hours of the morning. I think my ability to tell my mom that was going to happen actually made it easier on her,

as she seemed to accept the situation when my grandma called her a lot more than I would have expected. We headed back to see my grandma, and we were able to stay strong for her. The days that followed were a bit of a haze, as we all had to figure things out and move forward. My mother and I never spoke about it again, and she never asked me how I knew, and I'm glad that she didn't because I don't know how I would have explained it.

That's literally the only premonition-like dream I have ever had, and I don't understand why I had it. I don't know why it haunted my childhood like it did, only to come true so long after. In the end, it's just one of those things that happened, and now that I've gotten all into glitch stories, I have to say that this probably falls under that category. In my opinion, the simulation gave me a glimpse of the future.

and I was able to recall it when I needed to. But that's my story, and I want to thank you for reading it. I hope that I never experience anything like this again, but I was happy to have experienced it at all. This happened a while ago, but I still think about it sometimes and wanted to share the story, because I've been hearing more people talk about little fairies taking your trinkets and returning them a while later.

So, I slept over at my friend's house, took off my rings, a bunch of big ones, like seven or so, and was pretty sure that I put them on the nightstand. I'm still not entirely sure if I did, but I never sleep with them on, so I definitely put them somewhere. The next day, I went home and realized that I thought that I forgot to bring my rings back.

The first thing I did was check my bags, especially my tiny waste bag that I always wear. I texted my friend asking if she could check if they were on the nightstand to make sure, but she said that they were not there. I thought I might have put them on in the morning and took them off while washing my hands, so I asked her to check the sink, also not there. These rings were not in her house at all.

At this point, I start to doubt myself, and I search through all of my bags. Where the heck did I put my rings? I searched thoroughly through all the stuff that they could have been in since leaving my friend's place, but I just could not find them. I was for sure wearing them at her place, because we have photos where I'm wearing them that day. At this point, I just sort of accepted that they were gone, and trusted that I would find them again if I had to.

So, a few days pass. I'm headed to the train station, and I reach into my waste bag to grab my train card. Hint, lo and behold, my rings are all in there. I need to be clear that I'm wearing this waste bag every single day. It only has one pocket that is just big enough to fit my phone, cards, and passports that I carry around.

I reach into it many times a day, and even searched it specifically two or three times, thinking I was going crazy when I lost the rings a few days prior. There is just no chance that I would have overlooked them. I guess my trust in them returning did pay off, but I still think about this often, and wonder where the rings were in the meantime before they returned back to my bag. Hey, Raven.

My story is a little silly, yet nonetheless eerie and bizarre in nature. I live at home with mom and dad right now while I'm saving for a house. They don't get out much, so I always do the grocery shopping for the household. I live in southern Louisiana, and we always buy the same brand of smoked sausage for our gumbo and jambalaya. We only buy this one certain Cajun brand called Richard's.

Several weeks ago, I was going through the freezer to cook, and I noticed this pack of Polish smoked sausage that I have never seen before. I asked my mom and dad if they got it, and neither of them had any idea where it came from. We don't typically have visitors either. I did end up cooking it and just blowing it off. Here's where it gets strange. The next day after eating said mystery sausage, my mom, dad, and myself...

We all fell extremely ill. We just kind of laughed it off and started calling it the mystery sausage and blamed it on that. As the days went by, we just forgot about it. This past week, I went to the kitchen to cook dinner, and to my disbelief, that same brand of Polish sausage is in my freezer. I asked my parents if they were playing a joke on me, and they were just as freaked out as I was.

I even went as far as to read the label on the sausage and go to the website. The sausage comes from a small mom-and-pop type butcher in Central Texas, nearly seven hours away from where I live. We've even asked family members who may have dropped in for a visit if they perhaps gifted it to us, but none of them have any clue how we got it, and said they did not give it to us. Here is where it gets more strange.

When I googled the address to the butchery that makes the sausage, it's a very small rural town where my ex-husband passed away. Now, this isn't a town like Houston or Dallas. It's a very small town that no one has probably ever heard of, so that's not just a coincidence. We still wonder how it kept just showing up here, and it honestly gives me the heebie-jeebies.

Here's a short little glitch that my friend and I experienced. Several months back, I believe it was mid-August, my friend and I started moving forward with our plans to start taking up camping and hiking as a hobby. We eventually wanted to hike the Appalachian Trail. Part of this included getting all of our supplies and doing many closer-to-home hikes. The glitch happened during the process of getting our camping supplies.

We were getting a lot of stuff that day, but I made a point of making sure that we got our trail food. Like packaged oatmeal and some type of egg and sausage meal, because it just looked really delicious. Well, we get up to the counter and the woman rings us up. I know for certain that we had put the trail food on the counter and had it rung up because the cashier was having trouble scanning it. Eventually it goes through, and we put the bag with the trail food in our cart and then load it into our car.

We double check to make sure that everything is in there, and then head home. We unload everything, but don't really look through it too much right away. Lunchtime rolls around, and I ask my friend if he wanted to try one of those oatmeal's to make sure that we actually like it, before deciding for sure that that's what we'd be packing for our hike. He says yes, so we begin searching all the bags for our trail food. It was not there.

Our first thought was that we had accidentally left it in the trunk. We checked. It wasn't there. We searched the rest of the car before assuming it fell out of the cart or something on the way to the car. But then I asked my friend to check the receipt so that we could go back and get new trail food. He looked at the receipt and saw that none of the trail food was on it. Weird. Both of us were sure that we had it.

And, as mentioned, the cashier had definitely rung it up and handed it back to us. We decided to just call it a brain fog moment. Our trip wasn't for another few weeks, so we had time to go get new trail food. Eventually, my friend goes back to the store on his own, and the same thing happens with the trail food. He swears up and down that the cashier rung him up for it. But when he got home, it just wasn't in the car.

Eventually, we did get our trail food. Third time's a charm. But we did find it a little strange. This morning, the 24th of December, 2023, my son opened the last window on his Percy Pig chocolate advent calendar. He then asked me to pop the chocolates out of the calendar for him. I pressed the backing, causing the chocolate to protrude from the packaging so that he could remove it himself. Which he likes to do.

Being four years old, he failed to hold it properly and it fell down. I was sitting on a reclining chair at the time, and we watched the chocolate slide down my body and fall between my legs into the cushioned seat. I felt for it, but I couldn't find it, so I stood up to check. Nothing. We spent the next 15 minutes looking in and around the area for it and couldn't find it anywhere.

I checked under the chair, inside all of the creases, nooks and crannies, but still nothing. I sat back down and thought about where it could have gone. I then looked over at the now empty advent calendar and wondered if it could somehow be back in the slot. So I went over and picked it up and checked. Still nothing.

I was about to put the empty box back down when I tilted it and heard something inside the box which was not there before. I opened the end of the box, tipped it, and out popped the missing chocolate. Stranger still is when I picked up the box to check, I tilted it towards me to look at the now empty window where the chocolate used to be and there was nothing inside. It was silent.

Both my son and I watched the chocolate slide away down my body and fall between my legs onto the cushion when he dropped it. I even asked him where it went, and he said that he watched it slide down onto the seat where I was sitting between my legs. I was holding the box up at the time in order to see where it went, and we both watched it slide down and disappear. The empty box was at least a foot away from the chocolates.

There's absolutely no way that the two could have been in physical contact. Weirder still, is that I tossed the box onto the other sofa in order to look, which is about two meters away, and when I threw it across, there was no sound from the box. It was silent, and certainly empty. Then when I checked later, the chocolate was rattling around inside, which is impossible. Any thoughts?

Long time casual lurker. I'm creeped out and not quite sure what to do with myself. I had a friend over last night. We ran into each other earlier in the day and we made plans to have dinner together. She comes over and we hang out on the couch for around an hour. Just chatting and whatnot. I stand up because I get a phone call so I go to my bedroom around 10-15 minutes.

I go back out, and she's not there anymore. Okay, so she's in the bathroom, right? I sit on the couch to wait for her, but she doesn't come out. I go check on her. The bathroom is empty. Now I'm weirded out. Did she leave for no reason? I didn't hear the door open or close, and I have a pretty heavy door.

I even go outside into the hallway to check if she was out there for some reason, but she's just promptly disappeared. So now I'm thinking that she left for whatever reason, so I call her. It rings for a while and she picks up. Immediately I think it's weird. If she left my flat, she should be out on the street, but it's very quiet wherever she is, and it sounds like she just woke up.

I asked her why she left my flat and she had no idea what I was talking about. I get frustrated and ask where she is. I'm at home, taking a nap. Your phone call woke me up. I could hear rustling sheets and, as I said, there's no way her side of the phone could be so quiet if she had just left my flat. I live in a busy area. I request a video call her and there she is. In her home, in her bed.

She has no makeup on, she's in her pajamas, looking confused, and her eyes are still kind of puffy from sleep. I asked her if she remembered coming to my flat. She looked confused. Did we make plans today? She said that after running into me, all we did was chat, say goodbye, and then she went home to take a nap.

Obviously, there is no way that she got home, removed her makeup, undid her hair, and changed her clothes within 15 minutes. She lives like half an hour away from me, and I have no clue what to think of this. This happened in 2011 or 2012, and I can't talk about it without tearing up because I just don't know. I was in high school, in sociology class.

I sat next to my friend Jane, who was notorious for having a crap ton of snacks every day. Small girl, fast metabolism probably. One of her go-to's were clementines. Usually bringing one each day wrapped in a paper towel and keeping it in her bag. Which was like a messenger slash tote style bag. It stood up on its own and everything. I don't know if that's even relevant. So class is starting and she ate her clementine.

I'm annoyed, so I ask for a slice, and we split the clementine. She walked the peel and paper towel to the trash can by her teacher's desk and threw it away. This is all normal. Then she gets back to her desk and reaches down to get her stuff for the class and suddenly sits straight up. I'm not sure how to describe her face, except for that she really looked like she saw a ghost. She asked me if she had just eaten her clementine, and I'm like, yeah.

And I look over, and there's clearly a clementine wrapped in a paper towel in her bag where it's usually kept. I immediately was like, oh, you obviously mistakenly packed two. Or you didn't eat the one you packed yesterday. Etc. She was adamant that that wasn't the case, and went to the trash can. Then she starts reaching in the trash can and sorting through the trash. I'm like, Jane, what are you doing? So I go over and look.

Sure enough, there is no clementine peel in there. It's just not there. It has been less than a minute since I watched her throw it in this exact trash can. It was one of those little trash cans, and we emptied it out. By this point, we're both losing our crap, sitting on the ground, stammering, trying to blame each other for whatever the hell was happening.

Our teacher noticed and let us sit out the rest of the class because we were so distraught. The peel just completely disappeared. I don't know if it's possible that she had a second clementine in her bag all along, but I 100% know that clementine 1 was eaten, and the peel was thrown away. I know that it's a small thing, but there really is no explanation. It truly changed my perspective about reality.

Hey Raven, and hey all. I have a scary glitch story that happened in around November of 2015. I was sat watching the news when I heard a name that I recognized. It was a girl who I went to school with, but I hadn't seen her until recently. More on that later. I knew that it was her, as her surname was very unusual.

So, I looked up to see a trash can on the street of a neighborhood in Boston. Apparently, her body was found in the literal trash. I was heartbroken. The next part of the story showed her mom and sister sat at a table in their apartment. It was awful, and I was so terribly sad. So, as I mentioned, we hadn't seen each other in years.

We literally bumped into each other cutting through a local hospital. She was going through some things and wasn't really staying anywhere. So I took her home with me and asked my husband if she could stay with us. Of course, he said yes. So, as it turned out, we knew a lot of the same people who hung out in the neighborhood. Small world, I know. We both also had a problem with substances.

which may explain why she wasn't staying anywhere. Mind you, this all happened in the spring of 2002, and I lost touch around 2005, after my husband died and I had to move. Sorry to be jumping around, but I don't want to forget any details. Anyways, back to 2015. I saw this news piece and tried to work out if she had kept in connection with anyone from our hometown. I looked on Facebook and found nothing.

No tributes or discussion or gossip. Nothing. So I called my daughter and let her know what had happened. She said that she would check around. As our hometown is small and the info should be out there. Well, that's not how it went. Not only did no one know about this online, people were not talking about it. I was confused. So I tried the next best thing.

I looked up the non-emergency number for that part of Boston and called to see if I could get some information or a police report or something. I gave the dispatcher the information that I had. After a few seconds of typing, she told me that no one by that name had been killed in that neighborhood. She checked the info that I had again, made sure the spelling was correct, all that good stuff. The police had nothing.

Not only that, she didn't even see a crime that weekend in that area. Now I was totally confused. So I got online and started my email campaign. I wrote everyone who was listed who may have information. As the days went on, I got no information. I even went as far as to reach out to our local Fox station to get the story sent to me. Not only did they have no idea what I was talking about...

They claimed to have not been in my hometown in ages. So, what happened? I told three people in my life that I had seen this. My daughter, who found nothing, my partner, who passed away in 2016, and my best friend. They all remember me telling them. They all remember my reaction. But none of them ever heard anything about it either. So, what happened? I'm puzzled.

Any ideas? Hello, Raven. I've never submitted a story of my own, but I have been listening to your channel for about a year now. I'm a very spiritual person, so in the past, I have attributed my strange experiences to the paranormal or spirit realm. However, I'm starting to see that a handful of my experiences are more like the glitches you talk about on your channel.

I, 18, female, am a freshman in college, but the story takes place about two years ago during my junior year of high school. When I was 16, I started wearing glasses to correct my astigmatism and to help me see distance. Since I didn't grow up wearing glasses, it often feels uncomfortable and unnatural to have them sitting on my face for long periods.

Moments before the glitch, I left my third period psychology class and began making my way to the cafeteria for lunch. Since my last name starts with an S, my assigned seat was towards the back of the class that year. On this particular day, we were taking notes from the board, so I wore my glasses in class. Of course, the second I walked out of the classroom, the glasses were off my face and in my hands.

I live in Florida, so transitioning from a chilly air-conditioned classroom to the humid outdoor halls made the glasses fog up. Since I didn't need my glasses to find my way around, I often carried them in the halls like this. My third period class was upstairs, and the cafeteria was downstairs, halfway across the school. I'm a bit of a klutz, especially when I'm in a hurry, so this next part was my fault.

I should have known better than to walk around carrying my glasses, rather than to put them away into my backpack before leaving class. As I made my way down a crowded stairwell, I bumped into someone and dropped my glasses. I didn't just think I dropped them. I knew that I did. I felt the pair leave my hands. I heard them hit the ground, and I watched them bounce down the stairs and land just below the first step.

Since the hallway was crowded and my glasses were in danger of being stepped on, I quickly reached for them with my right hand. Except, I couldn't pick the glasses up from the ground, because I was already holding something in that hand. My glasses. I looked between the glasses in my hand and the glasses on the ground, confused. They were identical.

Maybe I should have picked the ground glasses up anyway so that they wouldn't be stepped on, and to return them to the lost and found. But people were, rightfully, getting annoyed at me, standing still in front of the stairway during hallway rush hour. Besides, I could have sworn those were my glasses. Deep down, I've always thought it was a duplicate, a glitch in the matrix that hopefully only affected me.

and did not result in anyone else losing or damaging their glasses. This happened nearly 20 years ago. My son was about 12, and a friend of mine that I have known since he was 10 years old lost his older brother because of a motorcycle accident. My friend has been pretty much a brother to me, and I needed to be there for him. My son asked if he could go with me to the funeral service, because he didn't want me to go alone.

We were all like family back then. So, on the day of the funeral, we headed out. The town where they had lived and where the service was taking place was about an hour drive, and I wanted to get there earlier so I could help out with a few things. The service for his brother was to start at 2pm, so my son and I left 45 minutes earlier so we could get there with plenty of time. We took the same route that we always did when we went to their town.

It's a pretty easy drive, and pretty much impossible to get lost on the way. We were in a 1997 Dodge Grand Caravan, a small family minivan. We were all about three-fourths of the way there, and had just gone through the last small town before we would get to their town. We come into that town, down past their Casey's gas station, stopped at the corner, turned right to head south and out of town.

We would then go around 5 miles to the road that turned east to my friend's town. My son asked if we would have time to get a pop when we got there. I looked at the clock in my watch. It was only 1:13, so we had plenty of time. It would only take another 15 minutes to get there to that town. So I said sure. We were just starting up the hill, out of town. The next thing we know, we were at the intersection at the end of that route.

If I turned left there, I would have ended up heading to Peoria. I would have to turn around and head back the way that we came to get to the proper turn. How the heck did I miss that turn? It is plainly marked, and I've driven it dozens of times. It was two miles back, but then I noticed the time. It was 1:14. My watch showed that too. I asked my son what time it was when we left that last town, because he saw it too.

He said 1:13. Okay. That confirmed what I knew should be right, but it was now 1:14. A minute? Only a minute had passed? That can't be right. But according to the clocks, it was. It was weird. It wasn't like I blinked or had spaced out. Neither one of us knew what happened, just all of a sudden there we were. At the intersection.

Neither of us had any memory of anything. Nothing, just poof. We went from the edge of that town to this point instantly. So, I figured out... 7 miles in one minute is 420 miles per hour. Now, I'm not sure if the amount of time was an exact minute. It might have been a little less. Neither one showed seconds. But 420 miles per hour? That's pretty good for a minivan. Yeah.

We couldn't understand any of it. It kind of left us both a bit unsettled because we both knew what time it had been. I want to make a note that this road goes right through the middle of a bunch of wind turbines. I've always wondered if there may have been a chance that this could be an effect caused from the way some of these are positioned. Or maybe we're in operation. Maybe someone has thoughts about this. Could that happen?

Okay, so this one is a shared experience with my best friend, which she remembers the same. To this day, I believe that this glitch saved our lives. It's going to be longer, but worth it. We were walking in the midnight hours from one city to another, where I live, because the public transportation was already shut down. It was like a two hour walk.

At one point, we were walking down the street, where on either side were family houses, which at least 50% of them had dogs sleeping in the garden. We were kind of terrified, as you can imagine, as the dogs went crazy, barking and everything. We were even joking that if one of the dogs escaped, we would be dead. Well, we're at the end of the street and suddenly notice something odd.

There is this house with a pretty small fence, like 80 centimeters or something, and in the garden is a German Shepherd. Like, who the hell buys this dog with such a small fence? We discussed it, and we were both terrified that the dog would escape, as we came to the point where we have two options on how to continue, one longer path but with public lights, and one shorter, through the forest, where it was dark.

We decided to take the longer and safer one when suddenly we hear paws on the ground. We froze. The German Shepherd was right behind us. He came, sniffed us, and went ahead a few meters, sat down, and waited. We were still terrified of what this strange dog who didn't know us would do to us, so we changed our minds and went straight to the forest. He came, sniffed us, and then went ahead to the forest, sat down, and waited.

So we decided to take the first way with the streetlights. As you probably now know, the dog came, sniffed us, and then went a few meters, sat down, and waited. We came to the conclusion that this dog was of no harm and went along to the original path. It was still the same scenario. Dog sniffed us, went ahead a few meters, and then waited for us to come. Then again, then again. Until suddenly, out of nowhere, appeared another dog.

I believe that it was some kind of Great Dane mix. He was furious, aggressive, went right in front of us with his teeth out, growling. We wanted to go back, but didn't want to turn our backs to the dog. Suddenly he jumped, with his teeth ready to bite us, and then our now dog friend came to the rescue. They fought. We cried terrified that one of the dogs would get hurt, but by some miracle nothing happens to either one of them.

The Great Dane just ran away. That German Shepherd came with us all the way to my house. We gave him some food and water and he then disappeared, and we guessed went home. About a week later, we were still worried the dog may not have found his way home, so we came to check on him. The house wasn't there. The obnoxiously small fence wasn't there either, and there was no German Shepherd in the street.

But if it wasn't for him, we would have either died or gotten injured by that Great Dane. So, thank you, Matrix, for saving our lives. This is my first time ever submitting a story to you, and it's about a glitch. I've been listening for a little while now and thought that a glitch like this would never happen to me.

A little background: I work for an electrical contractor and my job as an apprentice is to shadow a licensed electrician to learn what I need to know to eventually get my electrical license. So now for the story. I quite enjoy where I'm working, the company that I work for is a little old fashioned with how they record our time so we can get paid.

We use timesheets. The format that we use is very simple, so it's not difficult for us to figure out how to fill it out. In order to get paid for the week of work that you do, you need all five days filled out and turned in by Wednesday before noon. Typically for us, we fill out hours twice a week. Always on Friday afternoon after we're done working for the day, and Tuesday morning before we start our day.

This glitch happened on Friday afternoon, when we were filling out our timesheets for the days Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. We also sometimes leave about an hour early on Friday, just as a thank you for traveling an hour and a half every morning to get to the job site for that week.

I filled out three of my timesheets, as usual, and I remember tearing them off together, so when I separated my written timesheets from the blank ones, they were all three still attached to each other. It's like a notepad thing, so you can peel as many sheets off as you want without them all coming off, if that makes sense.

Once I tore them off of the notepad, I went to go grab the Skylift that we use to go up to the ceiling and move it to the corner of the building to let it charge over the weekend. I remember taking the three sheets with me over to the lift when I was about to move it. Once I got to the corner and got off of it to plug it in, I grabbed my tool bag to leave to then realize that I didn't have my timesheets anymore.

I thought that I had them in my hands the entire time because there was really no need for me to lay them down, and even if I did lay them down, I knew for sure that they were going to be on the lift. But they weren't. I looked everywhere on the lift, and even on the ground around in case it fell off, and even the path that I took, but they were nowhere. I went back to where I had originally filled them out, right in front of the three other people that were there...

and they weren't there either. I asked them about it, and they said that they saw me take it with me to the lift, confirming what I thought I did as well. So we ended up spending the next 30 minutes looking for those papers, but they were again nowhere to be found. I was so confused to where they could have gone. We ended up just leaving because it wasn't too big of a deal to fill them in again.

I made a joke to the licensed electrician that I was under that maybe it was just a glitch in the matrix, and that I would probably end up finding it on the lift on Monday. We both just laughed and left it as that. Fast forward to today, Saturday, I was cleaning my room. Now, in no sense am I OCD, but I tend to make sure that my room is clean and that my laundry is put away in the right place.

I was putting my socks away after pairing all of them, and when I opened the dresser drawer, I flipped. I had three timesheets in my drawer. Now, these timesheets were not filled out, but this still frightened me because I know for a fact that I did not place these in there, because they were not in the drawer when I pulled the socks out of the drawer earlier that morning, when I took a shower and got ready for the day.

I also know that I have never taken any timesheets home, because there was no need for me to, because I would always fill them out at work. Better yet, I was also listening to another podcast about conspiracy theories, and it was over Nikola Tesla's theory on 369. I'm not sure how to explain this theory, because I'm still trying to figure it out.

but I just thought it was weird that I was in front of three people when I filled out three sheets, listening to this 369 podcast. I don't know if this was just a coincidence, which it probably is, but I just thought that this was very strange. Okay, this is extremely weird that I stumbled across this thread. About two weeks ago, I'm at work, and I work in a machine shop with a very large yard.

It's all white rock gravel that's fenced in. I vape, and so I have to walk across the yard to vape in the smoking area. Well, I was on my way out to vape and wanted to grab some change out of my car for the vending machine. I'm vaping on my way out to the car, walk through the security gate, puffing on my vape.

On the way, I stuck my vape in my left front pocket, like always. This is a ritual habit. I always put it in that pocket. I open the door and I'm digging out the change from my cup holder. I grab some empty wrappers to throw away, shut the door, start walking back, and reach in my pocket. No vape. There's nothing. So I start looking around. Everywhere. I literally walked every inch of that yard.

Like I said, it's white rock gravel and it's easy to see things. I searched my car, under and around it, everywhere, but nothing. At this point, I'm really baffled. Like, what the hell? Where did my vape disappear from my pocket to? But I didn't find it. Nine hours later, it was about 1.30 in the morning, I get home and clean up, change clothes, etc., and then go to sleep.

I wake up the next morning, and another ritual is then I make my bed. So I pull the blankets up and the sheets off, and... what the hell? Holy crap. I'll be damned, there's my freaking vape at the foot end of my bed, under the sheet, which is tucked in down there. How in the holy hell did it even get there, let alone from my workplace pocket? I'm still baffled. This is very weird.

I honestly can't even come up with a logical explanation for it. Not sure if this is the right place, but I think a glitch would explain it best. I've always had moments of deja vu with just random moments of my life, but more so like I've seen a picture of this moment before.

I guess the best way to explain it is... Like how you've seen a meme earlier in the day... And then you see that exact one some other time in the day, but... It just surprised you because you didn't really pay attention to it the first time. Except my moments are from a long time ago. The most recent moment was when I was playing with my boyfriend and our friends. They were all talking while I stood in a corner eating...

And suddenly I turned my character to look at them, and it was like my brain took a picture. Or more so, my brain had that exact moment saved, took it out of my memory, and slammed it into the current moment. Basically telling me, "You've seen this moment before." I was shocked. And it's been a while since I've had this picture moment that it genuinely caught me off guard.

Mind you, the game that we were playing is Lethal Company, and we only recently started playing a week or two ago. One of the people we played with, let's say his name is Mark, my boyfriend only introduced him to me an hour or two before this moment. I don't remember how long ago I saw this moment or when I saw my future, per se, but I do know it was at least a year ago.

If you're wondering how I see these future moments, it's just from random times, and I don't pay attention to them because I'm someone who daydreams a lot. But these future memories slip in either when I'm just daydreaming, when I'm actually dreaming and sleeping, or just a random thought that pops into my head while I'm doing just regular things in the house.

Either way, if anyone knows what this could be, then please let me know, and of course thank you. This happened to my wife and I about a year and a half ago. We were in El Paso for a friend's wedding. It was an afternoon wedding that lasted well into the evening, so we did not get back on the road toward home until pretty late. It was a two and a half hour drive home through the Guadalupe Mountains.

As we were leaving, a friend of mine took us aside and said, Be very careful on your way home. Those roads are dangerous at night. We assured her that we would be careful and set out on our way. Fast forward about an hour and a half. We were driving through the mountains. It was a very dark night, and we had been pretty much the only people on the road up to that point. The place where we were driving was straight for several miles, with a small gravel shoulder on the right.

and then a fairly steep hill just beyond that shoulder. We saw headlights coming from in front of us, but there was something off. My wife mentioned it. There's something weird about that car. It was then that I noticed it as well. Yeah, there was something weird. But what was it? It was coming on fast, and it was only until it was almost on top of us that I realized it was in my lane.

I jerked the wheel to the right, and then I was on the road past the car, nothing amiss. I think I drove the shoulder to avoid the accident, but my memory is very fuzzy in that regard. If that's the case, then I must be a very skilled driver. We'd been going 60 miles per hour. The shoulder was narrow and gravel.

I would have had to have hit the shoulder, avoided the other car, avoided the drop-off, not slide on the gravel and not overcorrect to get back on the road, at 60 miles per hour, in the dark, in a minivan. The only thing I have a clear memory of are cranking the wheel to the right, and then being back on the road. So, miracle? Glitch in the matrix? Or am I just a tremendous defensive driver with a memory affected by adrenaline?

Hi Raven. Thank you for gathering all of these beautiful stories. I love listening to them. Here is my story. My sister and I are reminiscing with a childhood friend of my sister's, and an incident comes to mind that happened when my sister and I were on holiday in Austria with my parents. I think I must have been about 12 at the time, and my sister about 15.

I told them about that time that my sister's friend called to the phone in the farm where we were staying that holiday. I can still see my sister standing by that telephone that hung in the wall of the farm, and the conversation lasted for ages. At the time, there were only landline telephones, and calling abroad was quite expensive. There were regular discussions among children and their parents about the fact that phone calls should not be made for too long.

But this conversation had lasted at least an hour and a half. So when my sister rejoined me, and my parents after the conversation, my parents jokingly said, ''Well, her father won't be happy when he sees the bill later.'' My sister replied matter-of-factly, ''Oh no, she was walking the dog and went to our house, and she called here from our house.'' My parents became furious.''

so intense that it ruined an entire day of that vacation for us all. My sister and her friend are looking at me with their mouths hanging open when I finished my story. Neither of them can remember anything about this. Not that they called each other, not that the girlfriend was in our house, and not that my parents were so angry. We decided that I'll ask my father.

My father is older, but still up to date and his memories are still intact. However, my father also has no memories of this. This memory that is so vividly present in me. I think I may have shifted timelines somewhere along the line or something. After going through a divorce, I ended up moving in with my parents for a few years.

They live in a rural area on some acreage, and during the time I lived there, my dad and I did a bunch of gardening together. One year, we put in a huge online order for seeds and plant starts. I had read about pawpaw trees in a gardening magazine and decided I would try growing them. My parents already had all sorts of fruit trees, nut trees, and berry bushes, but pawpaw was a fruit that I hadn't tried.

and I thought that it would add nice variety. So, I ordered two pawpaw tree starts. When our order arrived, I sat in the living room with my dad and opened the box, pulling the seed packets and starts one by one, as I announced to my dad what each one was. When I pulled out the tree starts, the label said, Pears.

and there was a note attached that read, "We were unable to ship your pawpaw trees, so please accept these pear trees as replacement." I read the note to my dad and told him that I was a little annoyed, because we already had several pear trees on the property, and we didn't necessarily need more. I also mentioned that they should have offered us our money back instead of just assuming we would be okay with pear trees. It was a little disappointing, but no big deal.

Before we started planting, we still had some preparation to do in the garden, so we just put the box of seeds and starts in the mudroom where it sat for about a week. When we were finally ready to plant, we went through the box again, and were surprised to see that the pear trees, along with the note, were both gone, and in their place were two pawpaw trees.

My dad planted them in the field and I kept them watered for the next week or so, until one day they were both missing. My dad thinks that maybe an animal pulled them up, but part of me thinks that we weren't supposed to have them in the first place, and the matrix corrected itself by taking them back. Hi. I'm glad to have found this sub. I had an experience which I will never forget, even if it has been like two or three years at this point.

because I felt like it was one of those moments, which, up until now, I couldn't explain. One afternoon, I was chilling in my apartment. I decided to go do my laundry. I have quite a busy schedule, so usually I'll let it pile up for two weeks before I touch it. However, this particular period, I wasn't able to touch my two hampers for the whole month. I did the usual, separate them and such,

But I freaked out when I saw the exact same top that I was wearing that afternoon. It was an old, grayish top that I've been wearing since college. It had already been five to six years at that point. It wasn't even mine. It was originally my aunt's. She's still alive. I kid you not, the shirt I was holding is like the exact replica of what I was wearing.

Both even have slightly ripped neck areas with same little holes on the same side. I like wearing it because it's so comfortable. Now, the only thing that I buy in twos are undies and leggings, so I'm pretty sure that I didn't buy the other one. And there's no way for me to get another one of that because, again, it was my aunt's old belonging.

I called my mom because she knew that this top was one of my favorite house clothes, and maybe I just missed the fact that all this time I rarely had two of them. She thought that I only had one too. She used to wash my clothes before, so she knew how much of my old clothes I had. I was just gonna let it go, but I was so freaked out that I even had to show it to my aunt as well. Guess what? She didn't know where it came from.

and she only had one of that shirt, which she had already given to me way back. It's not really creepy, but I still wonder about it sometimes. My mom and I were watching one of my mom's friends' two dogs and one cat for the day, and were told to check on them at 12.30pm, 5.30pm, and 11pm. The first time we went, everything was normal.

The second time, only my mom went because I was busy. During this, the cat got out, but over text, my mom's friend assured her that the cat would come back. The third time, 11pm, my mom and I both went and the cat returned, but it was something else that caught our attention. On the floor in the middle of the kitchen was a random light that had not been there the previous two times.

My mom asked her friend about it, and her friend said that it was one of her under-cabinet lights. These specific under-cabinet lights are comprised of a small, flat, circular magnet with adhesive on one side, and the cylindrical light itself. The magnet attaches to a surface with the adhesive side, and the light has a built-in magnet that sticks to the other magnet. Now, this adhesive is strong,

I cannot think of a feasible way that the light and adhesive magnet could have moved from under one of the cabinets, where my mom's friend claimed they previously were, to the middle of the kitchen floor. The cat was gone, so he couldn't have done it. And their dogs are short and fat and nowhere near agile enough to jump up to the counter, pry the magnet and light off, and move its two yards to the middle of the floor.

My mom's friend said that they do have a crazy neighbor. Plus, the house key was under the front doormat, and not obscured very well, so... That could be the case, but... Why would someone come into their house, move a light, and then leave? Unless they did other stuff, or are just purely trying to mess with the homeowners. My mom's friend said that she's going to check their ring doorbell. But... Other than a crazy neighbor...

I have no clue how this happened. I was running late for work this morning while my wife was tending to our one-year-old who was sick with a cold. She asked if I could stop at the Walgreens down the street to get him some cough medicine. I was in a huge rush but didn't want him to go without, so I headed over there as quickly as I could. My wife and I were on the phone as I was driving and pulling into the parking lot.

The street was busy and packed with cars, and as I was walking up to the store, I noticed a woman putting her screaming child into her car just outside the store. My wife was reminding me which medicine to buy as I checked my phone for the time, and that's when it got weird. The second I walked into that store, my phone turned off and the call dropped. The sliding door closed behind me and the entire store was empty.

The lighting was different than what I was used to. Fluorescent and cold. There was no one at the front, and no one in any of the aisles that I could see. I turned around to look outside, and there were no cars in the street. Not even the woman who was there just five seconds ago. I actually said "Hello?" twice, loudly, feeling this was some sort of horror movie that I was in. The entire store was silent.

And I go to grab my phone again to film this, in case no one believed me, and of course it won't turn on. I turn the corner down a random aisle, and just like that, there's people there. The lighting is different now and warmer. There was even music now. I turn to look at the front of the store, and there's a customer mid-transaction with a checker. My phone starts working again, and my wife is calling me. She tells me it just went silent and said "call failed."

I stood there for a minute and realized there was nothing I could do but buy the medicine and go on with my day. I don't know if this was a glitch in the matrix, odd and coincidental timing, or some weird parallel universe type stuff, but all I know is that it was strange as hell, and I really didn't know who to tell this to. I only first heard about traveling across parallel universes a few years ago.

and it was from various online forums and, of course, from YouTube channels like yours. After hearing these stories of drifting into an alternate reality, I believe it might explain something bizarre that happened to my older brother and I when we were kids. Back then, my brother, who was two years older than me, had his own paper route and would let me come along to help him.

This route was a rather small one, and it paid very little, but to us, it was candy money any way you look at it. My brother was sure to give me a whole whopping 50 cents on payday, but try to consider that this was the early 90s, and you could afford a small something for that much. So I was happy with it, as the two of us would go down to a local convenience store called Speedy's after getting paid.

My brother and I would deliver papers in the afternoon after getting home from school, and his route was in our own neighborhood, so my parents had no problem with seven-year-old me tagging along with him every week. The place that I grew up in is an old steel town in the greater Pittsburgh area, so all the houses are close together. The houses here are generally smaller, much older, and so are the brick streets.

At certain times during the route, my brother would hand me a few papers and instruct me to deliver them to specific houses. We would repeat this routine every time we did papers, but one day it was interrupted by what I can only describe as peculiar. On this occasion, there were three houses I was to deliver papers to along a backstreet.

Meanwhile, my brother would deliver a few along the next street, which was much busier than the one that I was on, with cars whizzing by every few seconds. This would be why our parents didn't want me anywhere near there. When I was finished, I was to wait on the corner of a sidewalk of a road called George Street, which ran vertical to the one that I was doing until my brother got back. I did just that on this day.

But after waiting for what I felt was way too long, I got worried, and I started walking up and down the sidewalk to look for my brother. When I didn't initially see him anywhere, I called out for him and got a response, but didn't see him anywhere. Then I searched on that busier street that he was delivering papers to, which is called State Avenue, to see if he was still there.

I didn't see him, but I asked a man I saw sitting on his steps smoking a cigarette if he had seen a boy with a blue Bugle Boy shirt on. For those of you who don't know, Bugle Boy was a shirt line from the 80s and 90s that went out of business back in 2001. If you'd like to get an idea of what their shirts looked like, you can google their name, or look up the show Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, and that'll give you an idea.

Anyway, the man squinted when I asked him this, as if he had never heard of that brand before. Then he told me that he hadn't. I turned back after that and looked for my brother in the area where I had delivered papers once more, but he was nowhere to be seen. At this point, I wasn't sure what to do and started crying.

so I went home to tell my parents about us getting separated, and they were livid that I left my brother. But what was I supposed to do? I couldn't find him. They made me go back and look again, so I went back to the block where I had last seen him. This was well before smartphones, but what would that matter? We were too young to have them anyways. I decided on doing the very thing my brother told me to do initially-

and I waited on the street corner of George Street. After waiting there for a few minutes, my brother, who had also gone home to look for me, but went a completely different way, returned to the corner. He was panting from running, and was so upset that he scolded me for not staying put where he had said to. When I told him that I was indeed waiting there for quite a while, we were both puzzled as to how we could have missed each other in such a small block.

My brother had a theory that we must have passed right by each other at some point, possibly on opposite sides of the street that I waited by, but I had a clear memory of watching both sides of the street, watching out for him. Stranger still, when I walked down to State Avenue, we almost surely would have bumped into each other at some point, so his theory is unlikely.

After hearing theories about different universes running parallel to our own, is it possible that one of us traveled to one almost identical to our own? It makes more sense if you rule out all other possibilities. Two kids on the same block being unable to find each other, then reappearing shortly after. The memory is so bizarre, which might be why I remember it so clearly.

To think that all of these years have gone by without being able to explain how we lost track of each other, and now, as an adult, what I believe happened seems plausible to me. This happened sometime in either 1989 or 1990, when I was about 15 years old, give or take a year, in a small midwestern town. I was riding the bus home from school.

A few minutes before arriving at my house, I reached into my pocket to discover that I didn't have my house key. I could picture where it was in my room because I always put it in the same place. I didn't really have any friends on the bus, so I didn't say anything about it to anyone. I just hoped that a family was home and could let me in. But I knew that my dad wouldn't be home yet, and I was pretty sure both my mom and older sister were at their part-time jobs that afternoon.

Sure enough, when the bus dropped me off, I noticed that my sister's car wasn't in the driveway. The garage door was closed, so I couldn't tell if my mom was home. Our house had five exterior doors. There was one in the front, south, one on the east, one on the west, one going into the garage, not counting the big door for the cars, and one going to the breezeway between the house and the garage.

Unless my mom was home and met me at the front door, I would always use the breezeway door. My mom didn't greet me, so I walked to the breezeway door and rang the doorbell, hoping someone was home, but there was no answer. I pounded on the door for a bit on the off chance that the doorbell had stopped working or otherwise couldn't be heard, but no one came. I figured all of the doors in the house, this one was the most likely to be accidentally left unlocked,

because it was the one that was used to let the dog out multiple times a day. There was a window in the door, so for security reasons, the lock required a key on both sides. That is, even on the inside, you needed a key to operate the lock. It wasn't just a lever that you could turn. Since the door was used frequently, my parents kept a key in the breezeway, hidden a few feet from the door.

I spent several minutes ringing the doorbell, pounding on the door, grabbing the knob, turning it both left and right and pushing on the door, much longer than any sane person should. I kept at it for so long in case my mom was home, but had the vacuum or some other loud appliance running and just hadn't heard me. I finally gave up. No one was home to answer the door, and I had confirmed that the door wasn't accidentally left unlocked.

I walked to a neighbor's house two doors down. They were good family friends, so I knew I could stay there, but there was no answer at their door. Then I went to a house just across the street from mine and knocked on their door. I knew the kids who lived there and hung out with them occasionally, although not very much since they were a few years younger than me. Their mom answered, and she said that the boys had gone down to the library.

I thought, "Okay, the library is just a few blocks away and it would be a safe place for me to hang out until my family got home." But first, I figured I would do a full methodical check of all the doors at my house, just to make sure that none of them had been left unlocked. I walked back across the street and went to the front door of my house. It was locked, as I expected.

Not that it would have helped had it been unlocked, because it led to a porch that had another locked door between it and the rest of the house. I walked around the east side of the house and tried the east porch door. Same situation. It was locked, and again, even if I had gotten in, I wouldn't be able to get very far, because it also had another locked door between the porch and the house. I proceeded to the garage. The utility door into the garage also had a window,

Because it was so sunny out and no lights were on in the garage, I couldn't see into the window very well to see if there was a car in the garage. I pressed my face against the glass, and I used my hands to block as much sunlight as I could. From what I could see, it looked like the garage was empty, but I couldn't tell for certain. Anyway, that door was locked too.

At this point, the most sane thing for me to do would have been to go around to the west side of the house and check the one door that I hadn't tried yet. But for some strange reason, I felt compelled to try the breezeway door again. I was overcome with two thoughts simultaneously.

The first thought was, "This is stupid. I just spent five minutes pounding on that door, turning and twisting the doorknob and pushing on that door to the point that I was worried I would break it." And the second thought was, "I'm a scientific guy, so I'm going to approach this methodically and try every door, completely ignoring my previous attempt." It's hard to describe the strange feeling I had as I walked over to the breezeway door.

It was a strange feeling of being pulled back to that door. I felt that it wasn't right, that it made no sense, and why am I even bothering to check it, but something kept pushing me toward it. I walked up to the door, turned the knob and gave it a push, and the door opened easily. I walked inside, turned around to inspect the inside of the lock, and discovered that the key was kept in the room, had been inserted into the door and had been turned.

unlocking it. I looked into the garage, no cars, so neither parent was home. My sister's car was still not in the driveway either. I was the only one home. Even when I briefly visited the two neighboring houses, I was never out of sight of my house, so I would have seen anyone coming or going, in a car or on foot, but I saw no one. I haven't mentioned this to very many people,

Years later, a skeptic once laughed at the story and told me it had to be a neighborhood kid playing a joke on me, but that explanation doesn't make any sense to me. First, who would do it? No one ever confessed to it. No one even knew that I had forgotten my key that day. Heck, I didn't even know I had forgotten my key until just a few minutes before the bus pulled up to my house. If someone was playing a joke, they would have had to have had a key to the house.

but also know where the key was hidden in the breezeway so they could insert it into the lock where I found it. And they would have had to have gotten to the house, or at least be in the house, and had left without me seeing them, despite me being with an eyesight of the house the entire time. And on top of all this, they would have had to know to pull this trick out,

On the one and only day that I ever forgot my key, that I didn't even know I had forgotten until just before this event. I have no idea how that door got unlocked. A glitch? A helpful spirit? Or some other paranormal phenomenon? I'm not sure if this is a glitch, but if someone could maybe help me understand, I would appreciate it.

"'My friend was coming to pick me up, and we were going to take a long drive to see another friend. "'I had asked my parents to watch my son, and while I was getting ready, "'I had this unsettling feeling that if I went, I was not going to see my son again, "'that something bad was going to happen to me. "'I kind of just brushed it off. "'My friend called me and told me that she was almost at my house.'

I hung up, and something yelled at me loud. "Do not take that long drive." It literally freaked me out. I never felt anything like that before. So now I'm getting in my friend's car, and I'm thinking, "How am I going to tell her that we can't go?" Well, as soon as I get in, she starts to tell me that she doesn't think we should.

that something was telling her if we go, something bad will happen to us. I told her that I was going to tell her the same thing, and told her what was happening with me while I was getting ready. So we just ended up going to Winn-Dixie. It's a store three minutes away from my house. She had some groceries that she needed to get, and we just got something to eat for dinner before she brought me back home. Now, it's dark outside,

and we pull up to my house. As I'm about to get out, a car pulls up in front of us. I just thought it was somebody going to my neighbor's house. As I'm walking to my door, my friend calls me and asks, ''Is that your mom in the car?'' They keep trying to pull up like they want to get into your driveway. I had knocked on my door waiting for someone to open it, but I went to look in that car, and I was like, ''That is my mom.''

And I could see in the car, 'cause the middle light was on, in the car. I asked my friend, "Why is she moving weird?" Said that something was off, like the way she was moving was different. And then I was like, "But that's not her car. Whose car is she in?" And then, as I'm looking at my mom in that car, my mom opens the door for me to come inside. And I tell my friend, "Wait, that's not my mom. My mom just opened the door."

At this time, I didn't know what to think, so I go inside the house, and my friend leaves. Now I go back to look at the car outside, and I see a car turn into my neighbor's driveway and back out and then leave, but I'm not sure if it was the car that my mom was in, or someone else, so I don't know for sure where the car went after I came inside.

Because I was just so confused on what had happened. Let me know what you think. One day, my mom and I were going to a funeral. We attended the wake and afterwards got in our car. I asked my mother where the funeral would be since she was in charge of the invitation. She said that she had no idea and didn't bring the invitation. She told me to follow someone from the wake.

So we started following another family member as they drove in their dark green car. I know a lot of funerals do the things where they all drive together, will have their lights on and even little flags so the people in mourning can stay together. But for whatever reason, this funeral, we weren't doing that. It worked out fine as we followed the green car. We came to an intersection that I know quite well. We arrived at the end of the road at the light.

We could only go left or right and the car we were following was still ahead of us. No other cars in between us. They were turning left and so were we. There was only one lane to turn left. One lane to turn right. Once you turned left, there was another light right after the first intersection. So we turned left. Following immediately after the green car. There were no other cars that could have merged into our lane as it was one left hand lane.

We turned, still behind the green car. The next intersection had a red light, so we came to a stop behind the green car. It was still one lane of traffic. Nowhere for any of us to go until the light turned green. While we waited, we started talking. Just normal chit chat. Then I looked at the car ahead of us. "We're following a dark green car, right?" "Yeah." "Where is it?" "We were still at that second intersection."

The light hadn't turned green, we hadn't moved an inch. Yet the dark green car was completely gone, and a tan car was in its place. The make of the car was completely different as well. The light turned green and we started driving again, though by now my mom and I were flipping out. Where did the car go? There was nowhere for it to have gone. There was only one lane of traffic. No one could have merged into our lane.

That dark green car was completely gone. Also, where were we supposed to go? Well, by that point, my mom remembered the church's name, and we did eventually find our way there. It's the most bizarre glitch that I've experienced. The car completely disappeared and changed. After years, I discovered these Glitch in the Matrix stories appearing online. I was listening to some recently and texted my mother asking if she remembered the car changing.

I have expected her to reply, ''What are you talking about?'' But, to my surprise, she remembered it. She is still confused about what actually happened, and has no idea where that car disappeared to. And, most importantly to me, it wasn't a dream. It really happened. I honestly cannot explain this. I went to work at 6.30 as usual.

Everything is normal up to that point, until I reached the building where the security guard wasn't there, and the gate was open. I thought to myself, maybe he went somewhere, so I went in and parked my car in the usual spot. Now, to explain the layout...

There are three elevators, and facing them, one door behind it is the stairs, and when you face the elevators, on your right there is a big door, and on the left there is the water closet door on every floor. Back to me. I developed the habit of taking the stairs since I worked on the fourth floor, and I tried to be active. So, as usual, I went into the building and opened the stairs door.

It was weirdly dim, but I thought nothing of it, and climbed to the ground floor passing the closed door, and the next flight of stairs was even darker, and I heard a weird low rumble from up the stairs. Going up, I could see that the door was open and it was dark. When I reached the door, I was stunned. The three elevator doors were not there.

It was just a wall with the small monitors glowing faint red, all of them saying "G". I peeked from outside, and I noticed that the other doors were missing too. It was just a dark room with only the elevator monitors. I partially closed the door, and I noticed that the sign that said "First Floor" wasn't there.

I felt cold, so I ran up to the fourth floor and went to my office, trying to process what I just saw. On my break, I went down the stairs just to find the door has the sign, and inside is just normal. I know what I saw. Am I going crazy? I'm not on drugs, nor am I sleep-deprived. So, one day, around a year ago, I was hanging out at my neighborhood's local park.

It had everything you would expect of a park. Playgrounds, a forest, you know, typical park things. One important feature of this park is that it has a large white fence at the top of this hill that separates the sidewalk and road from the park itself. Which is where I saw this glitch in the matrix. I had basically decided that I'd go visit a friend for a bit.

which turned out that we could not hang at her house, so we instead chose the park, which is around a 10 minute walk away from my house. We were just hanging out for a while on the swings. Nothing seemed off. Some people would come and go from the park, kids were around and playing, and me and my friend, who we'll just call Lynn for privacy reasons,

We're just talking about school, what homework we had left, the crushes we had. Typical girl talk. We sat there on the swings at the park for around an hour, when I realized that the park was empty, and it was just the two of us left. It wasn't too weird, honestly. It was around 5pm, and it was getting to be around people's typical dinner time, so we just shrugged it off. Better for us anyways.

We didn't have to worry about people eavesdropping. We stayed and talked for a little bit longer after that, until I looked around the park while we talked, and I noticed some lady, probably in her forties, walking her dog at the top of the hill on the sidewalk, behind the fence that I mentioned earlier, which was probably about 30 feet away from me and my friend, and all of a sudden, she stopped, mid-step, and so did her dog.

I pointed it out to Lynn, and she looked at the lady too, and we remarked that it was very strange, and that it looked like she was just frozen. This went on for about two minutes, maybe longer, it honestly felt like hours. No cars came down the road behind the fence, no kids came to the playground, no birds were chirping, no squirrels, just nothing. And then, all of a sudden, she just starts walking again.

Now, may I mention that her dog had no way of knowing she had stopped. The dog was on a rather long leash, and was walking pretty far in front of her. So, when she just stopped, the leash didn't tug. They both just froze. Anyways, I got freaked out, and Lynn did too, and we just went home right after that.

I don't know if that woman was playing a trick on us, which seems unlikely, considering that from her angle she couldn't see us by a few trees blocking the way, or maybe she was on her phone, but if she was, I couldn't see it. I truly hope that I don't have to experience this weird time freeze ever again. This happened about two years ago.

We still don't have an explanation for what happened. I was back in my hometown and my sibling and I had just dropped off a close friend who lives an hour away from us after a day out. My younger sister was driving us back, my youngest sister was sitting shotgun, my youngest brother was next to me, and this was at night. After that, as I usually would, I looked out the window and watched the buildings pass by.

and, as usual, I would watch out for landmarks to figure out how much longer it would take to reach home. One of them is a flyover about 30 minutes away from our home. Another one is a grocery shop with a bright red signboard on the left side of the road, which would mean that we would be home in about 15 minutes. Beside the grocery shop is a small petrol station with just four pumps.

Of course, this would mean that we would first go over the flyover before we could reach the grocery shop. On the way, my sisters chatted, while my brother and I were quiet and in our own little world. It's important to note that I wasn't intoxicated, medicated, sleepy, or anything like that. At most, I was content after a good day out, and eager to get back home.

About ten minutes after dropping my friend off at home, I saw the grocery shop mentioned earlier, but one of the letters on its bright red signboard was unlit. For some reason, at that time, instead of questioning how I could have seen the grocery shop when we had just left our friend's place, I just accepted it and assumed that we would be home very soon. Then we passed by the flyover, and you could imagine my confusion.

I verbally said, huh? And my brother heard me. I shrugged it off as my own confusion and we drove on. We had not gone to any petrol station the whole day, and the car's tank was almost empty. So, closer to home, my sister said that we would stop by one on the way home to fill up the petrol. There were several stations on the way home, and we knew where all of them were situated, but we would usually go to the one closest to our home.

That night, without word, she decided to turn into the petrol station next to the grocery shop mentioned earlier. This is not the one closest to our home. In fact, we rarely go to this station. At that point, I laughed and told them how I thought we had driven past it earlier, when we couldn't have done so. We all found it ridiculous. My sister stopped at the second pump. I got out and went to pay for the petrol at the counter.

When I reached the window, I looked up and saw the guy staring at me in disbelief. We didn't know each other, but he practically shouted at me in shock, asking why I was there again. He said, "'Didn't you just come here to fill up the petrol? About half an hour ago?' Then I told him that we had not been there the whole day, and added how I thought we had passed by the station about thirty-five minutes prior."

I gave him the time, but I can't remember the exact timings anymore. He said that I was wearing the same outfit, and did the same thing. I came to the counter, made the payment, filled up the petrol, and went back into the car. Hearing that, I played it cool but was weirded out as well. On his end, he was so freaked out. He left his counter to check out our car because he was that sure that we had been there.

Sure enough, he recognized it. He was frantic, and I had never seen someone act like that before. It was as if our car had glitched to that exact moment, but did not really synchronize. So, in my point of view, we went past the station, whereas in his version, we turned into the station.

some notes. We checked, and there was no other building with a similar grocery shop and petrol station anywhere else along the road, which was why I picked it as a landmark. No, there were no other cars like ours that drove in that whole day. In fact, there was no other lady who could have been mistaken as me that day."

We know this because my parents went back to watch the CCTV footage the next day to make sure that guy didn't mistake me for someone else. We didn't find anything at the time he said that he saw me. No car or person was there. The guy also detailed that the first time he saw us, we were at the first pump. The real time we went, we went to the second pump. But other than that, the two moments were too accurate to deny.

We tried to find out further details, but the guy suddenly became reluctant to speak, and started denying everything after a little bit more prodding. So, what are your thoughts? This happened to me in December of 1969. I'm a retired RN. I've experienced, or witnessed, many things that are beyond understanding,

But I'm also a critical thinker, and my story changed my thoughts on our limited view of reality forever. I was with my high school boyfriend on a typical Friday date night in Jeffersonville, Indiana. After socializing with friends at the local hangouts, we would ride out on the rural back roads that were located between downtown and my home in a subdivision.

There were dairy farms and cornfields on either side of the road for about 6 miles. The few homes along this stretch sat on the back of properties, and there were a couple of equipment paths that led to small open fields that were our teenage parking spots. Past that, the two-lane narrow road was heavily wooded with no homes or cleared property for 10 miles.

This particular road had many curves and hills, which is typical for southern Indiana. Sparse population and teenage driving led to many accidents.

There were no cell phones in those days, and SOP, if one saw an accident, was to stop, help, and pray for another motorist to appear, to flag down to send to the nearest house to call the police and ambulance, or to transport the victims to the hospital yourself. It was a very cold December night, and snow flurries began.

We left our "parking" area immediately as my curfew wasn't to be missed. The remainder of our drive to my house was through the wooded area, and on straightways we saw taillights quite a bit ahead. As we were approaching the second sharp curve, we saw headlights shining from ground level and at an angle towards us. We immediately slowed and pulled as far off the road as possible.

The grille was damaged, and the passenger side had struck a tree. The headlights in the otherwise pitch-black night were blinding. A fully restored beautiful 1956 Chevy had apparently tried to take the curve too fast and had lost control. The car was off the road, on its roof.

My boyfriend, Greg, grabbed his flashlight and got another for me along with the first aid kit from the trunk, and we ran to assist anyone that might be injured. Headlights had kept us from seeing how many passengers the car held. I clearly remember my heart pounding from the adrenaline and my mind fearing injuries as nobody was shouting back to our calling out, and nobody was attempting to get out of the car.

I could smell the strong odor of gasoline and burned rubber. The engine was running and was making a knocking sound. Greg got down on his knees and opened the driver's side door, and I opened the back. The car was empty. He reached up and turned the ignition. The engine was now off, and the woods were silent. Nothing was making sense.

Our headlights and flashlights were giving us light, and we started searching for a possible injured person. The windows were rolled up and starting to fog. Greg had already searched the interior. At this point, our assumption was that the driver must have gotten out, and we just hadn't seen him or her. We didn't understand why they hadn't answered us, as we ran to help or why the car had been left running. We continued to search for a person.

around the wreck. We tried to go into the woods, but the underbrush and steep embankment was impossible to climb. At this point, we decided whoever was driving may have just walked away. We got back into Greg's car and drove slowly three miles back, and then turned around and drove slowly the next six, fully expecting to find someone needing a ride home or to a phone. We were relieved that the driver must not be hurt, but couldn't imagine why they didn't see us.

and how they had left on foot without us seeing them. No other vehicles had come down the road. At this point, the remaining road that we drove was covered with snow, and we saw no tracks. There were no houses. We went to my house where my parents were waiting, and I was really late. Greg told my father what had happened, and then described the car and how beautifully restored it was, in case he knew to whom it may belong. The whole incident just left us baffled.

By the next day, we decided that maybe there was a house in the woods or side road that we missed. We both were just unsettled by it. We didn't know why we were worried about what now appeared to be a non-event. The next day, we went back to the scene of the accident. Both of us felt that we would find a house close by that had gone unnoticed or a side road. Something.

We didn't understand why we were still dwelling on it, but little did we know that quite the opposite was what we found. The car was still there, but had been moved into a clearing in the trees. I will never understand what happened the night of the Chevy whose taillight we followed hit that curve and rolled. There it was, still on its roof. The damaged grille and the front fender damaged. The accident on a Friday night.

Here we stood, on Sunday afternoon, at the car. The paint was faded. The body was completely rusted through over a majority of it. The tires were completely rotted and the rims were rusted. The interior was dry rotted and covered with mold. The windows were gone and the windshield was broken with a basketball-sized hole full of vines growing in and out of the car. The embankment we had tried to search was now a clearing.

and setting further back into the woods was a small abandoned two-room shack. We later did a property search, but it only led us to owners that had bought the acreage with the shack and car on it. All we were left with was a lifetime of questions surrounding a cold December night. It has been years now, but that night still haunts me.

I've only had one true glitch event happen to me, and it happened in the 1980s. When I was in my 20s, I used to live in Greensboro, North Carolina, and would visit my parents in Greenville, North Carolina, which is about a three-hour drive. At the time, which was before they built the multi-lane highway...

The last 30 miles of US Highway 264 was only one lane in each direction. About halfway through Wilson and Greenville, on that two lane road, it was just getting dark. A car that was coming towards me crossed the center line and was headed straight for me. Head on. I braced for the impact as well as I could. I thought that this was the end.

It happened all too quickly, and I had no time to react at all. Things happened so fast before, quote-unquote, impact. It felt like the other car actually passed right through my car, as if it were a ghost car. By now, however, everything had suddenly switched to slow motion. I could feel the car going through me.

There was no pain, just a ripple through my body and a bright flash happening as the ghost car passed through me. I saw the woman's face who was driving the car. She was screaming silently. In fact, everything was completely silent. For many years afterwards, I thought the other car must have, in actuality, just missed my car and continued to veer to its left. My right car.

and off the road and into a fallow tobacco field. I immediately pulled over as soon as it was safe. Nothing had happened to my car. The other car came to rest in the field surrounded by a huge cloud of dust. Several cars stopped and the drivers ran to the ghost car to check on the lady. I was too shaken up to move for quite a while.

The woman was fine, I suppose, because after she talked to some of the people who rushed to check on her, she continued on her way. I always thought this was just a really weird near-accident, in which my brain, under stress, had played a trick on me. Now, after listening to all the glitch stories, I'm not so sure. Did I die then and switch to a different reality? Was this quantum immortality?

I have nothing else that's quite as dramatic as that happened to me in the years. However, I have been losing things over the past few years. My partner and I are the only two people in this house. There are three categories of these objects. 1. Things that disappear and never ever show back up. 2. Things that disappear and show up right where they're supposed to be.

3. Things that disappear and materialize right before my eyes. I must preface this all by saying that I have been diagnosed with Type 2 Narcolepsy. This meaning that I have excessive daytime sleepiness without cataplexy, which is sudden physical collapse while remaining conscious. I mention this because during my narcolepsy episodes, I experience microsleep incidents.

I perform rote motor actions without being cognizant that I do them. It's things like putting my cell phone in the refrigerator and having no recollection of doing it. It's very similar to sleepwalking. This may explain the objects that never come back. We've lost a pizza cutter, three large kitchen knives, and a number three attachment on our new hair clippers. I could have just thrown these things away in a microsleep episode.

Then there are the things that are supposed to be in a certain drawer in the kitchen. I'll look and look, and then hours to days later, the objects are right where they're supposed to be. That's pretty classic, based on glitch stories that I've heard. The last category is the weirdest. Things will be right in front of me, but I can't see them.

When I scan my work desk, I won't be able to find a certain object. For instance, my stapler. I have to physically touch everything on my desk while not looking in order to find these objects. Once I actually put my hand on the object, I can see it. It will materialize right before my eyes. It's happened with staplers, staple removers, tape dispensers, etc.,

And in the kitchen, there was a particular ice cream scoop that I found that way. Is this a byproduct of narcoleptic microsleep? Or some weird glitch where I get caught between realities? Your guess is as good as mine. I've never experienced a glitch in the matrix before, but I don't know what else to call this strange thing that happened. So, I have a digital clock in my bathroom, and it's right next to the mirror.

Oftentimes, I look at the clock in the mirror instead of the real clock to see the time, because it's easier when I'm standing in front of the mirror. I was standing at the mirror and looking at the clock in the mirror, which said 3:07. I quickly glanced at the real clock that was next to me and it read 3:08. I had a split second thought about how weird it was that the clock changed so quickly that it already read 3:08 before I even finished moving my eyes.

Because of this thought, I quickly looked back in the mirror and this is where things got weird. The clock in the mirror still said 3:07, and as soon as I looked at it, it changed to 3:08. I stared in disbelief as I frantically looked back and forth between the mirror and its reflection, now both reading 3:08, trying to figure out how the real clock said 3:08 when its reflection was still reading 3:07.

I was desperately trying to make sense of what happened, but really I couldn't. I genuinely have no way to explain this. As I thought about it further, I feel as though the time was 3:08 the entire time and the mirror was somehow off. I think that's why it read 3:08 the moment I looked at the real clock, and I think that's why the clock in the mirror immediately changed from 3:07 to 3:08 as soon as I looked at it.

I wonder if my thoughts and expectations somehow influenced the mirror's image. I'm not sure, but my husband told me to post here, so thanks for reading. Hello. I honestly was hoping that I wouldn't be back with my own incident, but here I am. With the holidays here, I've been buying stuff off Amazon and receiving packages daily. Don't judge, I'm buying for several people. Heh.

A couple of weeks ago, I had several different items on my dining room table that I wanted to open and go through. I picked up one of those white and blue mailers that Amazon uses and opened it up. I started to pull it out when my daughter walked in. It was a card game for the kids, and I didn't want her to see it, so I quickly shoved it back in and set the package on the table and played it cool.

I'm talking to my family, going through other items on the table, and then they head upstairs. I keep opening packages up, and I come across another blue and white mailer. I pick it up and then rip it open by pulling it from the middle so that the perforation opens. I reach inside, and it's the same card game. I panicked for a second and then started looking for the first bag, looking for any evidence that I'd ordered this twice.

I called my husband downstairs, explained what happened to me, and then started crying because I said that I can't go through this again. He pointed out that the top had been ripped across, and he was correct. It made it more confusing because on the second time that I opened the same bag, I literally opened it by pulling it from the middle. I still can't explain what happened, but I don't allow myself to dwell on it.

I choose to believe that I have some sort of gift that I'm unsure of how to use. Either that or we live in the damn Matrix. Please, tell me you've experienced things like this so that I don't feel so alone. Hello, Raven. I'm back, yet again. Again, my name is Lily. For some backstory, my mother owns an old building in downtown Fairbourn, Ohio. We have proven it is haunted.

There are at least two ghosts, one male and possibly a female. We use it as a realtor's office, as that is what my mother's job is. Upstairs there are three apartments, and we are friends with the people who live there. I was hanging out with one of them, and I'll call her B, as that is her nickname that we call her all the time. We both have ADHD. Now on to the story.

We're unsure if it was just our ADHD that had us with this, or if it was one of the ghosts, as the front door of B's apartment door opened with no force and on its own, or if it was a glitch. B and I were in her kitchen. She said that she was going to go make a drink. She asked me if it was past noon, and I said it was. I remember her pouring the drink and picking it up. It was an alcoholic drink, and it was clear.

It was put in a ball jar being used as a cup. After a few minutes, she was like, "Where's my drink?" We both looked all over the apartment, and it wasn't anywhere. There was a jar with a clear liquid exactly like the one she poured, but Bee said, "No, that's not it." And I then noticed that it was more likely water. Bee's apartment is pretty small, so there are only so many places that she could have placed her drink.

And it was nowhere to be found. And she'd placed it somewhere just a few moments before. We both had no knowledge of where it was for some reason. I don't even remember her ever picking it up and her leaving it on the counter by the fridge. So, a couple years back, I got these cool, chunky platform shoes, whilst on a holiday that had ankle straps. I loved these shoes, and wore them almost every day.

One day I went to play a netball game like I do most weekends, and had to change out of these shoes into my gym kit, and leave them in the changing room as normal. I came back after the game, and one of the shoes had their strap missing, like it was torn off. I was furious because, as I said, these were my favorite shoes, and it looked like someone had just ripped one up at the ankle strap. And I had bought them on a holiday in France, and I lived in England.

The company didn't sell just one part of the shoe, nor did they ship overseas at the time, so it wasn't really something that could be easily fixed. So I put the shoe away. I wasn't able to find another identical pair that I liked, nor could I get them fixed without the strap to reattach. So, much to my disappointment, I just kinda left them alone.

A few weeks after this had happened, I was looking for a different pair of shoes in my cupboard, and I picked up this pair to get them out of the way. Shockingly, they were looking good as new, with both ankle straps where they should be. I was naturally confused. I asked my parents if they knew anything about it, had replaced or fixed the shoe, but they knew nothing.

I kind of let it slide and even convinced myself that maybe I had imagined the shoe breaking in the first place. Then, not long after that, I found the shoe strap in my gym bag, looking like it had been torn off of its shoe. I didn't have any other shoes like this that the strap I found could have come from, nor did any of my netball team, and it still baffles me to this day.

Going back a few years now, but my whole family remembers this vividly. I get home approximately 3 to 4 AM, after having been out drinking all night, to find the front door locked and bolted from the inside. So, my keys do not work, so I have to wake someone up to let me inside. Mom reluctantly and sleepily opens the door and asks me why I went back out again.

Well, I hadn't. I had just gotten home. But she says that I came home about two hours prior, let myself in, and she spoke to me from across the room while she was watching TV. But I only said a couple of words and went upstairs to bed. My brother and dad both heard the conversation while they were upstairs and heard footsteps going up the stairs. So, naturally, my first reaction is to check upstairs, but there's no sign of anything."

There were always spooky things going on in that home, so we just assumed that, quote-unquote, the ghost had a thing for me. Edit. I took the time to write about my other happenings in that same house to a comment here, so I might as well paste that here too for anyone else interested. My dad used to live in the house next door as a kid, and he had a Ouija board.

They saw spirits quite regularly after this. Like, my Nan saw some little girl crying in her bedroom once. I think my Grandad saw a dead army vet walking through the house once and through a wall. I often wondered if my room became, like, the local ghost hangout spot or something, because I sometimes felt someone sit at the end of the bed, but no one was there.

My brother had friends stay in my room when I was out, and they said to him that they experienced weird stuff. Not sure what, though, as we never found out the specifics. Had other little instances of different cats being scared and always looking up at the staircase frightened. Had things like Lego come randomly flying down that staircase when everyone, including the cats, were downstairs.

I also had one night where I got into bed, and before falling asleep, it felt like someone laid on top of me, held the sides of the covers down, and rasped something that I can't quite recall now into my ear. That one does actually send shivers just remembering and writing it. But no full-on proper hauntings or anything that made us want to leave. We've lived there for 20 years before my parents downsized.

I go past the house sometimes as my dentist is still there, and I wonder if the newer residents have experienced anything, but I'm not knocking and asking. Hell, they might recognize me as having let myself in at 2am with them too at some point. This one I've always thought of to this day. I was about 19, so 10 years ago, and I was at my local beach spot by the pier with some friends late at night.

We were looking out, and someone noticed the moon acting funny. It started moving up and down, vertical, like an elevator motion, fairly quick and concise speed, let's say from the top to the bottom of its route every 5 seconds, and then repeating consistently, and from my viewpoint, about 4-6 inches above the pier and down, not sure the best measurement for distance in this scenario, but

We all started to question it and think, "Hmm, maybe it's just some clouds playing an optical illusion." Since the moon was set right next to the pier, there was a solid point of reference. Even so, most of us were trying to rationalize what was happening in some way. This continued for about two to three minutes. Then it suddenly started moving horizontal and following a backwards L-shape.

We were completely floored and no more rationalization could take place. You could see the distance separating from the pier, clearly. I would have thought this was some sort of UFO, but it was clearly the moon. It was large and full on this night. I honestly probably would have tried to write this off and forget about it, being so young, except five other people witnessed it that night.

so I could never just act like it never actually happened. Also, another weird occurrence happened at the same time at the beach right before the moon thing. My friend's phone rang and it was a missed call, and she was like, "Huh, I wonder who this is." I looked at the number, and I realized it was my mom's phone number, which was very odd. She had left a voicemail that was very casual.

and although I can't remember the exact specifics, being so long ago, it just sounded as though she was just calling someone and leaving a casual message. She didn't have any of my friend's numbers, and being 19, I had recently moved back in with my mom for a short period, but I didn't have any sort of curfew, or much interference with my social life.

It is possible she could have looked at my call logs and tried to see what I was up to, but no idea why she would do this. And she never mentioned it, nor had she done anything like that in my adulthood. These aren't necessarily tied together, and I think there's more rationalizations for the second part of the story, but it was all just strange to be happening in the same moments. Definitely a glitch in the Matrix. I used to be in the army.

One day, about six years ago, four of my soldiers and I, I was a sergeant at the time, were working on our vehicle maintenance on Motor Pool Monday. I had been with this organization for almost two years, and the process for turning in our maintenance paperwork had always been the same. The process was, inspect the vehicles, annotate any faults on the paperwork, 5-9-88, bring it to the mechanics to verify any faults,

Then, once verified, bring it to the company XO. After I passed out the maintenance paperwork for that week to my soldiers, they went out and tried to complete the task. However, they came back to me a little while later to let me know that the mechanics were refusing to verify the paperwork, and said that we were supposed to bring it to the XO first, and then it would go to them. This irritated me, because I knew the process, and that was wrong.

I figured it was just a new mechanic giving out bad information. So I went and talked to the maintenance chief warrant officer. When I told him the process we were trying to do, his exact words were, "'We have never done it like that, Sergeant. At this point, I feel like I'm being pranked, so I call my platoon sergeant. He tells me that I am wrong, and that it has never been done the way that I remember. Well, it wasn't just me that remembered it that way.'

All four of my soldiers were just as confused as myself. We asked our buddies from other platoons, other mechanics, and other sergeants, and everyone told us that we were wrong, wanting to just be done for the day. We all complied with the process. A week goes by, and Motor Pool Monday comes back around. My soldiers and I do the process that we did the week prior. I go to bring the paperwork to the XO before the mechanics, and he looks at me and says...

"What are you doing, Sergeant? Is that to be verified by the mechanics first before you bring them to me?" I laughed and asked if he was joking, but he was not. So I went back to Motorpool and asked the maintenance chief, who affirmed the process that I knew was right from the beginning. I went back to my office and told my soldiers, who were all just as confused as I was.

Everyone had gone back to the original way, and no one had any memory of the other process other than the four soldiers and myself. We could not think of a good explanation for what happened, other than a really weird shared glitch. The process never changed again. It remained the same for the next year and a half that I was with that organization.

To this day, I randomly think about it, and it drives me crazy not knowing what happened there. Hey Raven, I have a story that I consider to be overlapping timelines, and not necessarily a glitch in the matrix. I personally don't think we're in a simulation, but who knows. When my partner comes home, he always calls out, "Helloooooo?" with a higher pitched voice.

He has a smooth, deep baritone speaking voice that can be hard to hear over the normal home with children's sounds, and he uses an elongated O. He's done it every time he has come home without exception for nearly a decade. One particular day in early fall, my daughter, who was a toddler at the time, and I were watching her favorite music videos on YouTube.

The music was a little louder than usual, but both of us heard my partner come in the front door and call, "Hello?" My daughter got super excited, as she always does when her dad comes home, and I was surprised because it was two and a half hours earlier than he would normally be home. I was also surprised because he usually calls or texts before he's on his way. We both jumped up and my daughter ran out to the living room, and I followed her.

I turned the corner and there was absolutely no one there. She and I looked at each other and she said, "Dada?" Inquisitively. I said, "I guess not." I dismissed it and he came home as normal a few hours later. A year later, we had moved into our own home after a few years of renting. My daughter and I were in the kitchen where I was giving her a snack. It was around 2 in the afternoon.

She was chatting away, but there was no television nor radio on, when suddenly we both hear, ''Hello?'' and the garage door opening and closing. Again, it was much earlier than it usually was for him to be home, and he hadn't called or texted. My daughter ran out to the living room, and I followed, and again there was no one there. I picked her up, and we went downstairs to look for him.

We looked in the garage, the basement, even went outside and walked around the house. He was nowhere. I was thoroughly freaked out and called him and said, ''Hey, are you home?'' He was surprised and said no. He wasn't there, and that there was still a few hours before he would be off. I explained what happened and he joked, ''Must be a glitch in the matrix. It has not happened again, but I think about it all the time. What do you think?''

A glitch or overlapping timelines? I personally favor the overlapping timelines, which gives me a warm feeling knowing that my partner and I are together in other realities. This happened to me yesterday morning while I was getting ready for work. I live on the second floor of an apartment building. It was 5:25 AM and I was making coffee in my kitchen.

I had just filmed a Snapchat video for a relative at my coffee machine when I noticed I was running late. I use a magnetic flashlight attached to my fridge so that I can see when I make coffee, and I took it with me on my way to the living room. My apartment isn't big, so to walk to my living room, I just had to turn around. When I turned and began walking, a green light from outside my living room window caught my eye.

The window faces my neighbor's large, mostly empty backyard. I stopped walking and stared for a moment. The light looked to be the size of a softball, and it appeared to be floating at a round waist height. It was bright green, but didn't appear to be illuminating its surroundings. I caught sight of it while it seemed to be in motion, moving back and forth a short distance at a walking pace.

My initial thought was that my flashlight was making a strange reflection, so I turned it off. Yet the green light still remained and was still moving. As soon as I realized that it must be something outside, I tried to quickly pull my phone out to record a video. Unfortunately, the Snapchat that I had filmed earlier was still playing on my phone, and it hindered my ability to be quick.

as I had to take a few seconds to delete it before being able to film a new video. When I finally was ready to shoot the video, I looked up and the light was gone. I looked left and right, outside the window, and I saw no sign of it anywhere. This entire encounter lasted probably 30 seconds to a minute. I've tried explaining it away, but I come up short every time. It could have been a person,

It was too dark for me to tell, but it was 5:25 AM, snowing, and 14 degrees Fahrenheit, so that doesn't make a lot of sense as to why someone would be out there with a green flashlight. I live in a pretty quiet neighborhood, and while I don't know my neighbor whose backyard this occurred in, I rarely see him outside doing yard work or maintenance.

My one somewhat fitting explanation is maybe someone has a collar on their outdoor cat with a light to keep track of it, but I've lived here over a year and I've never witnessed that before. I've been needing to talk to someone about this without sounding like I'm crazy or jumping to conclusions. So, if anyone has any similar experiences or reasonable explanations, I would appreciate hearing them.

So, last night, New Year's Eve, my family had a party in my grandparents' house, and we all went up there around 7pm. I'd been working 8-5, so I was already exhausted and I left early, at 9.25pm. I know I got home at 9.28, because I FaceTimed my boyfriend as I unlocked the door to my house.

I then walked in, put my dogs outside, went upstairs, got changed into my PJs, and then went back downstairs to let my dogs in, because there were fireworks going off. I have a picture that I took at 10.09pm of me laying on the sofa with one of my dogs, and another one taken at 10.21pm of the same dog sleeping on me. My brother and dad were both apparently home between 10 to 10.40pm,

At it, they came home at 10 and left at 10:40 to go back to the party. Sorry. However, they both say that they never saw me in the house. They had even come into the sitting room to check on the dogs because of the fireworks going off. They even looked for me because they wanted to know where I had put something, but they couldn't find me anywhere in the house. I never saw or heard them either.

According to my boyfriend, I fell asleep around 10:30, and I fell asleep on the sofa. My boyfriend also never heard nor saw them. Normally my phone picks up people coming into the house from my bedroom which he hears, so it's weird that he didn't hear them. I then remember my dad waking me up at around 12:20 and telling me to go to bed, because I'd fallen asleep on the sofa.

and then I text my friend "Happy New Year" at 12:37 and went up to bed. At this point, my boyfriend woke up. He apparently fell asleep around 12:00 and said "Happy New Year" and I text him back saying "Happy New Year". I don't know why I text him instead of just talking, but yeah. Then he accidentally hung up, so I ring him back as I got into bed at 12:43.

However, according to my dad, he didn't get home until 1 in the morning, and my brother got home at 12.50, and neither of them woke me up. I wasn't drinking and my dad hadn't been drinking either, so we can't blame this on alcohol. It's also really not like them to team up to mess with me, and also the fact that my boyfriend never heard or saw them really confuses me.

Normally, when I'm on FaceTime to my boyfriend, my dad steals the phone and sits talking to him for 30 minutes or so. It's very unlikely that my dad would have ignored him. Sorry this is so long, but I'm just confused as to what happened. I can't think of a reasonable explanation for any of this. This is going to be hard to explain, but to get to my road, you have to go down another road.

I'll call it Road A, with two roads to the left, the second being mine. Then there's a dead end that's super dark because there's a forest there. It's shaped like a backwards P, but the top line of the P goes straight and has my house on it. So me and my friends were following a really pig light in the sky that I thought was normal until he pointed it out.

Then I realized that it is a bit weird to have an extremely light, well, light in the sky, like a white sunset, you know? I think it was probably the moon popping off, and because of the fog it looked really extreme. So, we're trying to get to a point where we could maybe see what on the floor is making the light appear, like lights in the park nearby, and to get the best view possible, we walk down road A.

So, we walk down it and walk over the first road until we're at the very end of the final road, and then there are two guys speaking another language, scraping ice off of a car, and one guy smoking and talking to them. Then, for some reason, a big silver van pulls up on the curve of the road because we're at the end with the woods in front of us and the woods just behind us.

But because I'm scared of men in vans and being kidnapped, and we were meant to be going on a jog anyways, I get a bit freaked out. But because there's no way to escape if we did continue going forward, because we're not going to walk into the woods, I'm like, we should turn around. Because I think we're literally on the second road, the one that my house is on, and so we walk down it.

We walk, and instantly I'm like, what the absolute hell? I thought we were walking down my road, because I don't remember walking past the silver car over the road that leads to my road and to the first road. Even though it leads to my house too, it's just very dark. But apparently we're walking down that first road.

Something I wouldn't have done because I knew if we were on it, I would have just walked forward to my road and not been that worried about being girl-mapped. So, we keep going down, but I'm stuck on it. But I also don't go back to see what happened, because I don't want to be like that ten-year-old at a sleepover and make him think that I'm trying to just pretend to be scared. Because I'm not scared, just confused.

He said he felt like he was just woken up from a really long sleep, but I don't know if he was just being a little drama king. Anyway, we go back to the road because I have to show him how weird that was, that the road somehow ended early, or we got teleported to the first road. He agrees, and we also realize that, somehow, when we turned around, the men and van were gone.

And I just didn't notice because I was like, where are we? Now that I think about it, I feel like some part of my memory could be missing. Because I remember completely. Hitting the end of the road and being like, gotta turn around because no choice, hope I don't get kidnapped. And because how the hell did we get to the road one? There's a decently large-sized difference between the two.

"'He was also having a confused moment with me "'and said it was like the road ended early. "'When we went down my road to see where I thought we were, "'we realized it looked different. "'But when we went to the first road, it also looked different. "'Because my road has a brown fence. "'That's where the guys were. "'But it has grass on the corner of the road. "'Road one has stone, but the side of a house.'

The place that we were with the dead end had the fence, but no grass and had stone instead. Other than that, it was identical to my road. Thinking about it is actually IRL breaking my brain. The more I think about it, the more I'm confused. Not really worried though. This stuff never happened to me before, so it's kind of cool. Actually, I take it back, it is a bit freaky. I hope I didn't explain that too terribly.

Sorry if I info-dumped too. Feel free to ask questions for clarity, or tell me what could have possibly happened. And when I say best possible view to see what's making the light, I mean that lightly. Because to get a view of it, we'd have to go into the woods. And we, slash I, don't want to do that at night. Because despite how alien memory-wipe movie-esque this little moment was...

I'm not about to act like a dumb horror movie character. It was probably the moonlight anyways. This is the most tragic and strangest story, and it happened seven years ago. This is the first time I'm sharing it with someone. I haven't even shared it with my mother. The year was 2017. It was summer. I returned to my home country after one year from a university abroad.

My father picked me up at the airport, and we had dinner at home. Everything was as usual as it could be. I went to bed around 12:00 PM, and I slept immediately. I woke up around 5:00 AM to go to the restroom, and went directly to the bathroom, which is in my room, so I didn't even step out of my room. We all think about different things when going to the bathroom, such as the color of the walls or what to eat for breakfast.

For this time, out of nowhere, I started thinking about if I had to choose one between choosing my mother or my father being dead. Then I thought my sister would be devastated without my mother, and my father cannot handle my sister in her teenage years. I decided that absence of my father would be easier than losing my mother. I finished going and was just about to get back to bed. I heard a strong snoring noise.

My father was always snoring since my childhood and sometimes we would have fun with it, make jokes. However, this time it felt stronger and not natural. The noise led me to the living room where I found my father lying on the couch with a little blood on his nose. I tried to wake him up, but he was fully unconscious. I called 911, woke my mother up, but once we arrived to the hospital, he'd passed away.

He was 48. Doctors said it was from a cerebral hemorrhage by high blood pressure. We don't know about what time it happened. I'm still confused with this situation. I wasn't there for a year and had the chance of having one last dinner and conversation with my father. I found him like that, and my blood ran cold. I can't imagine the trauma they would have to live through if my mother or sister had found him lying on the couch.

And, of course, I still think, why did I think such a thing in the bathroom? And what would have happened if I had chose my mother? Thank you for reading and sharing my memory. To set the scene, I work at a small pet store. We usually only have one or two customers inside at a time. There are two doors into the store.

a front and a back door, and they both set off a chime when opened to alert us, so we can make sure that we welcome every customer. Today, I was about to check out the only customer in the store when I heard the back door chime. As I was making my way up to the register to check out this guy, I catch a glimpse of the second customer as she walks between the aisles.

She's a young black woman, being led by a small fluffy white dog on a leash. I make a mental note of what she looks like, so that when I'm done checking this guy out, I can go greet her properly, tell her about our deals and see if she needs any help. I check the guy out, it only takes a minute, and he leaves. The door chimes on his way out, but I haven't heard any other chimes.

So I know that the lady is the only customer now in the store, and I start looking for her. I'm searching through the aisles, and I can't find her anywhere, until I suddenly stumble across another woman, with a dog on a leash. She's Asian, and her dog is much bigger, maybe 50 pounds and brown.

I scour the rest of the store three times over and she's the only customer in there. The black lady is nowhere to be seen. I have no idea where that lady went and how the Asian lady came in. I had a view of both doors when I watched the guy leave out the front door. No one slipped in or out while he was leaving. I can't stop thinking about it. It's freaking me out.

We don't have cameras, so I can't check if I'm going crazy, but I know what I saw. Did the Black Lady disappear? Or shapeshift? This was ten years ago when I was sixteen. I again remembered this experience just yesterday. I was living on slash in the Mornington Peninsula in Victoria, Australia. Rosebud, to be exact. When I went to see family in Melbourne...

I would take a bus to Frankston, and then a train to Melbourne. The bus trip always took around an hour or a bit. On this occasion, when I was heading from Rosebud to Frankston via the same bus, I met someone on it, and we started talking. It only felt like 30 minutes of talking, and we hadn't yet reached Frankston, of course. All of a sudden, I received a call from my father, who I was traveling to visit that day.

He was acting a bit aggravated, asking where I was. I responded with, "Dad, I'm on the bus like I told you 30-40 minutes ago." He went off calling me a liar. I was super, super confused, and questioned what I did wrong. What he said scared and confused the hell out of me. He said that I couldn't be on the bus because it's been three hours since I left.

I checked the time, and lo and behold, it was three hours later. Yet, I was on the same bus that hadn't reached Frankston, nor had any detours. I asked the people on the bus to check the time and how long we were on the bus for. They checked and looked up at me slowly, with wide eyes also frazzled, by how the hell time could have jumped. I repeatedly tried to assure my dad that I was still on the same bus, but

And I don't understand how the time jumped. Obviously, I sounded nuts, so he never believed me. That experience has never happened again. And I still try to find a logical explanation to this day. Any thoughts? This might be silly and the title not accurate, but I am kind of confused right now.

I've just started a new job after years of doing night shifts. After a few weeks, I was introduced to my manager for the initial assessment. As soon as I saw her and heard her name, I thought, "Where have I seen her?" A few more weeks go by, and my mind still tries to remember where I saw her, and then I remembered. She worked for maybe two weeks on night shifts at the same place that I used to work.

We were more than 20 people and the turnover was high, so it took me a while to remember her, but then I got it. I remember chatting with her and also her name, so I just gave it for granted that she was the same person that worked night shifts with me. And now she's a manager, so good for her. This was until I got to know her better. It turns out that not only is she wealthy, she lives in a big house in an exclusive area,

so there's no reason for her to have worked night shifts at a grocery store, but she told me that she has been a manager at this new place for years, but I remember her from just last year. Now, there are obviously a few rational explanations, such as she has an identical twin, but I remember her name. She temporarily lost her job, but she's been working there for years and everyone treats her like they're lifetime friends.

She infiltrated a rifle business? Weird, but who knows, I guess. I then ran out of explanations. The obvious move is to ask her about it, but now it's been months, and it would be kind of awkward to ask. I know this might sound silly, but her as a person is unmistakable. Tall, big, red cheeks, peculiar voice...

And this whole thing has been bouncing in my head for months now. Hi Raven, I hope you're doing well. I wanted to share a bizarre event that happened to me, my sister, and my cousin when we were kids. They all remember it to this day as well, and none of us are able to explain it. My sister and I used to share a room, with our beds parallel to each other.

We had two plushies that we played with all the time. Hers was Tweety, the yellow bird from that old cartoon, and mine was Jerry, from Tom and Jerry. In this game of ours, the goal was to toss our plushies into the opposite bed, so she would have to defend her bed from my plushie by hitting it with her hand, as if we were playing tennis, while trying to throw her toy onto my bed. And vice versa.

Sometimes the plushies would fall into the crack between the bed and the wall, ending up under the bed. This would be annoying since the time spent looking for it would allow the opponent to easily win by a point, by having clear access to the bed without the defense from the other side. We often had fun with this plushie war, and our cousin knew about it too.

One time, he was spending a few days at our place, and I was playing the game with him as my sister was in the other room. At one point, I was looking for my Jerry plushie, which fell behind the bed, when he threw Tweedy onto my bed. It bounced against the wall, and as much as I remember, I felt it hit the mattress.

My cousin recalls that it fell through the crack, so I'm not sure if it ended up on top of or under my bed, but it certainly fell down. However, when I found Jerry and looked up, it wasn't there. I looked under the bed, it wasn't there either. We both searched for it, looking even in the drawers that used to be under the bed, thinking that it might have somehow ended up there, but we just could not find it.

We told my sister and my mom, and all of us looked for it for a while to no avail. It just vanished into thin air. A few days later, my cousin was still at our house, and while we were playing, for some reason, he climbed onto the plank at the end of my bed, which was right by the closet. We had some stuff stored on top of the closet, so he probably wanted to take something down, but suddenly, his jaw dropped.

and I saw him pick up the Tweety plushie from the top of the closet. We both remember it falling down. If it somehow flew up there, my cousin would see it. Apart from that, it would be impossible to make it end up in the top of the closet while aiming at my bed. It simply didn't make sense. To this day, we still talk about it sometimes. We don't have any rational explanation of how it could have happened, so...

We just accepted that Tweety got some teleportation skills that day. First off, let me just say that I'm a big fan of your show. It's good to know that I'm not alone. Anyway, this happened when I was a child, and to this day, I remember every single detail. So, it was just a normal night, and I was in the kitchen with my dad. He was making something, and I was having a snack.

Now, I don't have any mental health issues, and this hasn't happened since. Out of nowhere, everything starts to get blurry, and I see this human head. It shows up out of nowhere, and it was trying to tell me something, but I couldn't make it out. It sounded like radio static, and at that moment, time froze. I blacked out, and I woke up in my bed. My parents were asleep, and I don't remember going to bed.

And I swear to god, I was not dreaming. It was like time had reset itself. This hasn't happened since, but this has really stuck with me. Anyways, thank you for your time, and keep up the good work. Hi Raven. This happened a few weeks ago, and the more I think about it, the more I convinced myself that I stopped ahead on Crash probably taking me with it.

There are many ways that I can go to my local supermarket. On this day, I used the back roads on the estate where I live to reach the local rat run. The only remarkable thing on the outward trip was a 4x4 doing close to 80 miles per hour on this country lane. Coming back, however, I decided to take a longer ride back.

As I was riding my bike along, I sensed a car coming up behind me, and at the same time, I caught a glimpse in a gap of a car coming the other way, from around the corner. Now, there is no way the people in the car behind could see that car in front, as the hedges were too high, and they were sitting lower.

Luckily, I was some three feet higher, so I just waved at them to stay behind me as I knew they would never pass, and to get back in front. Accident averted. I think they knew that they had been lucky, as I got away from both drivers and passenger as they finally came past. I work for the biggest coffee shop chain in the world. You know the one I'm talking about. I work late afternoons and nights.

We close at 9pm every night, and this story took place around 8pm, just before Christmas. We have three people working at night since they tend to be slower. I was making all the drinks for customers, my coworker was running the drive-thru, taking orders and handing out drinks, and my supervisor was in the back room eating lunch. We all wear headsets, so that way we can hear customers' orders and communicate with each other.

My supervisor wears her headset while on lunch or break, so that way she knows if we need help. We had a fair few customers in the drive-thru, maybe four or five in line. Every car is just ordering one or two drinks, until one car orders five large hot chocolates. I audibly groaned at this because it takes a while to make five drinks.

My coworker finished handing out the drinks to the car before the hot chocolate car and went to take the order of the next. He went back over to take the money of the hot chocolate car, but when he said the total, the people in the car at the window were totally confused. They had only ordered one drink. At this point, we were all confused. Neither me nor my coworker saw the hot chocolate car drive away.

I confirmed with my coworker that he did indeed hear those hot chocolates being ordered, and that I was not crazy. My supervisor wasn't really listening too well, and she did not hear the hot chocolates being ordered. I don't understand how someone could order five drinks, not come to the window, and somehow drive off without either of us seeing them. There's no way to get out of the drive-thru line once you're in it, unless you back out.

There were cars on either side of this person, so they were literally trapped with no way out. I keep thinking about this, and I cannot think of a logical answer, since they did not have enough time to leave the drive after the car in front of them drove off. If any of you have a logical explanation, please let me know. This happened to me approximately one year ago, nearly to the day.

I was working a closing shift at PetSmart. It was mid-afternoon, and I was cleaning out the bins for a new animal shipment in the back room when my phone fell from my hands and onto the floor. I was trying to hold both a bin and my phone at the same time, and it just slipped. I had no screen protector on it at the time, and the phone smacked the ground pretty hard.

I picked up the phone and immediately saw that there was a large crack across the screen, from the top left corner all the way down to the center of the right side. I distinctly remember the crack running over the small speaker on the top of the screen and creating that white powdery glass substance where all the little shards were broken up.

I cursed at myself and scratched the crack firmly with my fingernail to make sure that it was real and not just a piece of hay or something. I felt my nail dip into the groove of the crack and back up several times. The small glass particles began to crunch and shift away, and I confirmed that I had indeed just broken my screen. I put the phone away into my back pocket and felt worried that the glass shards would irritate my backside.

but I didn't have much of a choice. The store was busy and I left my phone in my pocket for the rest of the shift. That back room was the only opportunity that I really got to use it. The day went on for a few more hours until I was standing at the register near closing time, and I took the phone back out of my pocket. There was no crack. The phone screen was totally flawless. I've never been more confused than I was in that moment.

and really for the rest of the night. I wiggled the phone back and forth in the light to make sure the crack really wasn't there, but there was literally nothing on it. Next day, still no crack. I was very well rested that day. I do not take any drugs, and I did not drink. I've thought about this so many times since then. I really have no explanation for this, but sharing it feels nice.

Hi there. I'm a 39-year-old female, and this occurred, I think, a little over a year ago. This was a very real event. No drugs or alcohol. I was in our bathroom, which has a line of sight out the back window to where my hubby passes by, before coming in the door. So I was just doing my hair and looked over to see him outside the window, walking up, switching the Kroger bag to his other hand to grab his keys, etc.,

then heard the door and watched him walk by to the kitchen. I said, "Hey baby." And he didn't hear me. Not surprising, his hearing isn't the best. But I heard him lay the bags down and then lay his keys and wallet down. So I stuck a clip in that last bit of hair to do and started out of the bathroom door to give him a hug and kiss. Well, here it is. Instantly when I walked out of the doorway of the bathroom, everything was completely different.

All the lights were out, and they had certainly been on a moment prior. Totally weirded out, I felt shaky and whatnot, but I guess managed to walk a few steps to look toward the kitchen, only to see my husband wasn't even there. Then, before I even had time to attempt to process what the hell just happened, I saw through our kitchen window. His headlights were coming down the driveway. It was then that I started to get extra weirded out.

and for sure had to sit down. I remember I propped myself sitting against the edge of my couch arm, and the next part is what freaks me out the absolute most. I couldn't believe my eyes at all. As I watched him walk around that window, it was like someone had just literally rewound a tape and was replaying it. The exact same motions, the exact same sounds, all the way through including him setting the keys and bags down.

The only thing I could think at that point is how crazy I would actually sound if I told anyone this. Except I told my husband right when he got there. So, I just want to know if anyone has any ideas of what happened. I'm open to hear about it. It's the single most unbelievable, existential-type thing that's happened in my life. And I will never forget it.

Hi Raven. This doesn't seem creepy to some people, but it was terrifying in the moment. My glitch in the Matrix story is when I went to a wrestling match, I brought $5 and my student ID. I went and enjoyed the game. I didn't have to pay as someone paid for me. This is important later in the story. I went and enjoyed the match. On the way home, I realized that I didn't have my $5 and student ID.

I get home, go straight to my closet to put my shoes in, and sitting on the floor is the $5 and my student ID. I look up, and I hear the side door slam. I was home alone. My dog started barking, and I stepped out of my room. As soon as I went out, the lights went out, and I screamed and ran outside.

It was dark by now. When I came outside after about five minutes, I went back inside. I left the stuff in my closet. I came back in through the front door, and the money and the ID was now on my couch. I threw them out in the garbage outside, and then it stopped happening. I was terrified, but whenever I tell people this, they don't believe me. When I was 14 years old,

I had a long distance relationship with a teenage boy that I met on YM. You know, dumb teenage stuff. The entire relationship was just through phone calls and SMS. We decided to meet up once in the mall and he gave me a photo of him. So when I went home and went to sleep, I kissed the picture. But I put it inside of my wallet's picture pocket and fell asleep hugging it.

When I woke up, my wallet was still on my chest. The first thing I did was to say good morning to the picture. However, it was gone. It was missing. I clearly remembered putting that picture inside of my wallet, because I very clearly even said, I'll keep you right here. I panicked so badly. I cleaned my room to find it, but I couldn't. Nobody had gone inside of my room.

Fast forward, I turned 20 years old and I was decluttering my room. I saw my old wallet, and when I opened it, the picture was there. Same spot. It didn't look like it had aged or anything like that, so I was shocked, and I couldn't find the word for how the heck it was there. I didn't know what it was called, but when I watched your channel and heard about these missing things suddenly reappearing...

I realized, was this some kind of glitch or something? In June of 2018, my daughter and I walked up the road a quarter of a mile to the local Waffle House for breakfast. Since we were walking, I only took a house key and my debit card and placed them in my jeans pocket. After breakfast, we walked up to the cashier with the ticket. I paid for the meal, and then we left and proceeded to walk back home.

When we were almost home, I reached in my pants pocket to grab my key to unlock the door, and noticed that my debit card was not with the key. I panicked, so we turned around before unlocking the door and went back to the Waffle House to see if I left the card with the cashier. We walked quickly back, also looking on the side of the road in case I dropped it.

Once we got back to the Waffle House, the cashier said that she gave my card back to me, and no one had turned in a card possibly found on the floor. I felt sick, and all I could think of was hurrying back home and calling the credit card company to cancel my card. We proceeded back towards home again, and finally made it home. I unlocked the door and walked past the kitchen, and I noticed from the corner of my eye a piece of paper folded on the countertop.

After opening the paper, I was shocked to discover that it was my receipt from the Waffle House, wrapped around my debit card. The card and the receipt were back at home before I made it home. Just so you know, my daughter was walking behind me and I unlocked the door and entered the house. So, she didn't have time to place my card and receipt in the kitchen. Our kitchen is kind of small, cramped.

but I love kitchen gadgets, so to make room for all of them, I gutted the counters and moved all my small kitchen appliances from the countertops into our pantry. The pantry is located off-center to the side of our dishwasher, so it's not a walk-in, but rather two French doors that open outward. Last week, we decided to get rid of our ninja blender because the plastic cracked, and we invested in a Vitamix anyway.

On Sunday, I finally took the Vitamix out of the box, and I tossed the instruction manual into the junk drawer, which comes into play later, and my husband even said, "Oh great, another useless manual to add to the collection." The Ninja Blender was front and center because I use the blender a ton, so I took it out of the pantry and placed the Vitamix in its place. I put the Ninja Blender into the Vitamix box.

I took the Vitamix container out of the pantry to rinse it with warm water and soap, and then I took the plastic off the tip of the cord and those twist ties that keep the cords tidy. I dried it and put it back, made dinner, and my husband was like, "Do you want a smoothie?" Of course, I was like, "Hell yeah. Let's put this expensive blender to good use." He goes to the kitchen and he's like, "Babe, did you put the blender back in the box?"

I walk back to the kitchen, and there's the blender in the box with the cord, with ties, and the plastic over the tip of the plug. The ninja blender was in the pantry where it was before. Obviously, I think we've both gone crazy. So I'm like, maybe I just imagined that. But then my husband said, did I imagine that too? We look at each other and we're like, the junk drawer, the manual was in the junk drawer.

So, rewind it to when we were going to buy the items to cook dinner. We left the keys in the foyer because we have a long shelf and we just keep the keys there, because it's easy to grab them as you walk out the door. The keys weren't there. So we wasted a good 15-20 minutes looking for those damned keys. And to be honest, that's the only weird thing that happened prior to us opening the blender. I started obsessing about this, naturally.

I came to Reddit and I'm like, maybe I'm not crazy, I don't know, but the likelihood of both my husband and I remembering everything makes me think that maybe, in another time, we didn't lose the keys, and something happened to both of us? We don't have attics or basements, we live in California and our older boys were at work, and our youngest was with some friends for the weekend, so it was just me, the husband, and the dogs.

We don't drink or do drugs or even take Rx drugs, so we were stone cold sober and apparently excited for smoothies. We have a ring so I know that no one came in or walked out of the house or garage. And honestly, I cannot stop thinking about this. So I was driving down my road towards my house and I see my neighbor spraying the road in front of his house which is right after mine.

I really didn't think much of it, figured maybe he spilled something and was spraying off whatever he spilled. I pulled into my driveway as I usually walk in front of my car, jump on my porch, and open the door. But this time I was walking around the back of my car, and when I look up, my neighbor is now spraying off his car that's now in the road where he was spraying before.

I figured that his girlfriend must have just pulled up right when I was pulling in, and that's why I didn't see her drive up. There was just a couple of seconds from the time that I parked to when I saw the car, so naturally I was expecting to see the driver somewhere, either in the car or walking out, but she never walks into view, so I start walking over there. In my gut, I had this feeling that something just wasn't right.

It was like I knew that the car didn't just pull up, and was there the whole time. But it wasn't there, or I would have seen it, right? So I walk up to my neighbor and say, This is a dumb question, but was your car here the whole time, or did it just pull up now? He looks at me a little funny and says, No, it's been here for the past 30 minutes. I've been washing it.

I tell him that when I pulled up, this car was not parked here. I say, "You were spraying the road, and there was no car." Not wanting to sound any more crazy than I already did, I just turned and walked away. I've known this guy my whole life, so he just laughs, not realizing that I'm freaking out inside. My heart is racing like I just saw a ghost or something. I seem to experience this type of glitch pretty often.

but it's always something small, like my lighter or something on the counter that I could have overlooked. Although it's been getting more clear that things are gone one second, and then back the next. There's still the possibility that I just didn't notice it. I never really know for sure. This time though, I know for absolute certainty that car was 100% not there.

The road had a big circle of soapy bubbles, and he was spraying in the center, as if there was a car there, but I just couldn't see it. The neighbors next to him have a big trailer parked in the road, and I remember I could see nothing but pavement from where I was all the way down to that trailer. No car in between. I think, deep down, we all know that the world we live in is just too amazing for us to have it all figured out.

So, experiencing something like this, it just kinda confirms something I already knew. And even though this has happened, it's almost as if it never happened. I still have a million and one questions. Thanks for reading my true story, and I hope you all enjoyed the glitch of my life. So, this just happened, and it doesn't make any sense.

A couple of years ago, I lived with a roommate, and we would use separate drawers in the kitchen. I had my own set of plates, pots, and cutlery, and she had hers. I knew that her silverware was a gift from her mom or something. Simple, but unusual, with a limited edition signature from a local producer on the back. I never dared to touch it, even to put it back from the drying rack.

"'And, of course, one day one of her forks went missing. "'She was reasonably very upset. "'She asked if I touched it and if I could help finding it. "'Turning the apartment upside down didn't help, "'so we figured that her boyfriend, visiting a week before, "'must have packed it by accident. "'Soon after, I moved in with my partner "'and had almost forgotten about the incident, up until yesterday.'

A couple of days ago, we received a box of cutlery. Just some mixed stuff that belonged to a deceased family member living in a different country. But some of them were similar to ours, so we picked them and packed it after the funeral. Yesterday, we took it out on the kitchen table, together with our cutlery, to sort it out. And when I was counting forks, there it was.

"'A fork looking weirdly similar to those of my ex-roommate. "'I picked it up. "'I turned it around and I just couldn't believe it. "'It is the same fork. "'It couldn't have come from my drawer. "'I don't remember packing it in the box. "'My partner does not recognize it and has no clue where it came from. "'I keep checking on it, being sure that it's going to disappear in a minute, "'but no, it's still there today.'

pointing straight at me whenever I open the drawer. I would just send it back to the rightful owner, but I don't have any of her contact information anymore. But I have to get rid of it, otherwise it's going to live rent-free in my head as long as it's here. So what would be the best way of getting rid of it to ensure that it does not come back? I've had a few glitches that have left me feeling unsettled,

A favorite necklace that I lost for five months and looked everywhere for turned up on top of my jewelry bag with no explanation. I lost two pairs of tweezers in a week, and two entirely different pairs of tweezers turn up in my house. Anyways, this stuffed cat experience is by far the weirdest. So, as a child, I was obsessed with cats.

One of my first stuffed animals was a little grey cat named Oliver. He started out so luscious and fuzzy, but I loved him so much that over the years he took quite the beating. His fuzz is now completely tamped down. His once black marble eyes are now all scratched up. Basically, he's a stuffed animal that has been well-loved for almost 25 years.

So, anyways, this summer we travel across the country to visit my husband's family. My sister-in-law, 11, is getting some toys out of her room for all the kids to play with when I see Oliver. Immediately I was like, what? No way! I have a stuffed cat just like this! To which both my mother-in-law and sister-in-law gave me a strange look.

And my mother-in-law said, Yeah, you're the one who gave it to us. Instantly, I had this super weird feeling. I did not give it to them. First of all, Oliver had tremendous sentimental value to me. He was like my favorite toy for years. I would never give him away. Secondly, he is so grungy and yucky.

If I was giving a gift to my sister-in-law, I would have given her something new. Thirdly, I was sure that Oliver was still back home, which I confirmed when we got home a few days later. He was sitting in my daughter's room, looking just as ragged as usual. So, basically, Oliver duplicated himself, and I gave him away to my sister-in-law in a parallel dimension."

I was reading through these and decided that I would share the weirdest glitch that I've personally experienced. A few years back, I lived in a sober house, a great group of guys that I actually got pretty close to. One night, a good friend that lived in the house with me and I went over to talk to a friend that had relapsed. We had a good conversation for about two hours. Around midnight, we decided that it was getting late and left.

Instead of taking the thruway back, we decided to get some wendys and take the long way back. About 20 minutes into our drive down the road, I'd been down a dozen times, I suddenly see a light ahead of me turn red and have to come to a fairly quick stop. We both look up, and at the same time see a cop taking a right hand turn at the same intersection. We're both a bit relieved.

Neither of us were deep enough into sobriety to shake that innate addict fear of cops. We're sitting there chuckling to ourselves, and after 30 seconds, we're both looking up at the lights and chatting. A minute goes by, and then two, and the light is still red, which by this point, we both make a comment on how long it's been red. Immediately after this, there's suddenly headlights coming through my rear window, and I don't mean they slowly faded in.

They were just there. A large SUV suddenly swerves and lays on the horn, and hollering something out his window. My friend and I immediately comment something like, "Look at this a-hole blowing a red and blaming us." And as we both looked up, we realize there is no red light. Not only is there no red light, there's no light at all. Ahead of us is an empty intersection, four stop signs, and nothing else.

We were both so creeped out. We looked at each other and he said, "What the hell?" and his face was white. We got home after that without incident and never talked about it again. This was almost four years ago and I've never forgotten it. This is a quick story from back in high school. Around 7 or 8pm, my friend and I were walking through an outlet mall for fun. There wasn't much for me to do in my hometown.

Everything was closed, so we didn't pass pretty much anyone, besides this guy in a grey hoodie and some sweatpants, which neither of us thought was weird. I mean, if we were walking around the mall at night, why couldn't he? The part that was weird was when a few minutes went by and we passed the same guy again. We both looked at each other like, what the hell, and confirmed what had just happened and that it didn't make any sense to us.

We didn't pass him again, and we didn't see him behind us either. We thought maybe it was twins playing a prank on us, but why would they do that in an outlet mall at that hour? I wish we had stopped him to see what had just happened, but it'll always be a mystery. I've been listening to you for quite some time now, and had never experienced a glitch of my own until this past summer.

I wrote this shortly after it all happened, but wasn't sure if this was an actual glitch. I've finally decided to see what others think of this. Just before Independence Day of 2023, my fiancé and I were at a local shopping center when I received a notification on my phone that I had a new voice message. I was puzzled because my phone had no missed calls, so I decided to go ahead and listen to the message right then.

What I heard was two people talking amongst themselves, in what sounded like a crowded place. I brought this to my fiancé's attention and let him listen too. We both brushed it off as a spam call and went about our shopping. As we were approaching a clearance display about 15 minutes later, my fiancé and I overheard an older couple, maybe early 70s, having the exact conversation that was left in my voicemail.

My husband and I live in a pretty walkable small town, and like to take walks in the evenings. We also will walk the town square for special events and festivals, and we always follow the same path, or close to the same. There is one section of the walk where there is a huge oak tree growing between the road and the sidewalk. The roots have torn up the sidewalk and made it super jagged. The first few times, I almost tripped walking on it.

Now we always step off the sidewalk, go around the tree on the road, and get back on the sidewalk on the other side. We've done this walk a dozen times. We went on vacation and haven't taken our walks in about two to three weeks. Today, we started up again. We get to the big oak tree and I step into the road to go around. My husband asks what I'm doing. I remind him about the torn up sidewalk.

He asks me what I'm talking about, so I step over to show him, but there is no sidewalk. The sidewalk ends neatly before the tree, and doesn't resume until about 500 feet up on the other side of the intersection. There's mature grass, snow, and leaves, but no sign of a sidewalk or a sidewalk that has been recently removed.

I say that I remember there being a torn up section of sidewalk in this spot, and that it continued all the way to the street. My husband swears there never has been. He swears that it always just ends there. I feel insane. We've walked that path hundreds of times over the past few years. It's one of the largest trees in town, so there's no mistaking it for a different street. And it's also right by our house.