Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Vol. 04 | ATRD Podcast
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If you have a true scary story you'd like to share with the podcast, go to astheravendreams.com and click the button to send it my way. Also, if the platform you're on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. I want to go ahead and preface this story by saying I can understand why anyone would think I'm crazy for thinking that's what has been happening for the last couple years.

is a glitch in the matrix. Unfortunately, as you'll find out, I'm just not sure what else I can chalk this experience up to. And maybe telling myself this is a major glitch in the matrix is making me feel a little better. Also, I apologize in advance for how lengthy I expect this story to be. I'm a new listener to the ATRD podcast, and have been listening on an almost daily basis for a couple of months now.

The glitch in the Matrix episodes have always been some of my favorites, and I recall a previous story posted by someone who believed their entire existence was a glitch. After hearing of their encounters, I just couldn't push the thought out of my mind and have wondered if my family isn't experiencing the same thing. Since moving back to my hometown in 2015, my grandma has always been my best friend.

She's a successful businesswoman in our community, the owner of a large company worth well over a million dollars in assets, and on top of that, has always managed to keep her family at the center of her life. For the last few years, my grandma has lived a very busy, but pretty casual, lifestyle. She grew up in a small town, and her family just barely passed as low-income.

In fact, she didn't have much of anything growing up, and her family was always considered what others would refer to as "hillbillies." Because of that, she worked herself nearly to death for about ten years, but once her business ventures turned high profits, she was able to live life at a slower pace.

She had the ability to get up when she wanted, go to bed when she wanted, take vacations on a whim, skip work altogether to spend time with her family. She had people she trusted to run things whether she was there or not, and she enjoyed using her time to start new projects, rub elbows with other business owners, or just to relax and goof off. I got kicked out of my parents' house just before my senior year in high school.

My grandma was quick to give me a place to live, took me out to buy anything I could want and need, and pretty much gave me anything I ever asked for. I was never really the type of kid that asked for much, so when she would offer to take me shopping for whatever I wanted, or bring me lavish gifts like a brand new iPhone or a brand new model MacBook, I always felt like she was using it as a way to buy my admirations.

Just a note here for anyone that might be confused, I was taken away from my dad's side of the family when I was 7, and at this point in time, I'm 17. I hadn't seen this grandma in over 10 years, so honestly she was a complete stranger, and it felt very weird to me to go from an abusive household to a place where I was getting high-priced gifts thrown at me just for being around.

I tried to go out of my way to spend as much time with her and my grandpa as possible, not just to get to know them, but to show them that I was grateful for everything they did for me. My grandpa has always been a quiet, non-affectionate guy, so while we didn't get very close until things started glitching, my grandma quickly became my best friend. Everything from 2015 to 2020 was pretty much perfect.

Not just for me, but for the whole family. There are five grandkids, including myself, and grandma has just about always given us everything. When the three oldest grandkids turned 16, grandma and grandpa bought our first car. We got put on their insurance, their phone bills, not to mention we never had to worry about looking for a job. Grandma had a policy that all of her grandkids would have a place of employment,

because it was her dream to pass everything down to us one day. The youngest two always had the newest gaming systems, rooms at grandma and grandpa's house with bunk beds and personalized murals on the wall so they could have sleepovers with friends whenever they wanted. The list went on and on. Yeah, so life was pretty good, and we were spoiled rotten. Grandma always told us that she wanted her grandkids to have everything in life that she didn't get the chance to have.

And as long as we grew up with good hearts and respect for others, she was happy to do it. Fast forward to June of 2020, and things got weird. By weird, I mean that life as we knew it did a total 180, and to this day it hasn't been the same. My grandma had this friend that started hanging around a lot. We'll just call her M. She seemed nice enough.

She was always ready and willing to help my grandparents or anyone else around with anything they needed. It wasn't uncommon to see her in one business or another doing little tasks for people without being asked, just because she knew they needed to be done. She matched my grandma's sense of humor and boisterous attitude. Plus, my grandma didn't have a whole lot of friends that she got to see on a day-to-day basis, so...

It was nice to see her have a life outside of family and business. It didn't matter to me at the time, and should the situation have turned out differently, it never would have, but M was a lesbian. I was pretty much the last person to read into it since I myself was the rainbow sheep of the family, and I hate the stereotype that some people have that any gay women with a straight friend must have romantic intentions.

Anyways, time progressed, and Em and my grandma got to the point that they were pretty much inseparable. Em was attending our family events, like wrestling or football games, and she was showing up to the birthday parties for one of the grandkids, and would almost always be poolside with my grandma and grandpa during the summer, when all the grandkids would be doing the swimming on an almost daily basis. To say that it got a little annoying,

would be an understatement. I felt like there wasn't a day I could get my grandma's attention without M standing over her shoulder. Like I said, I hate stereotypes, but like every other family member, I started to wonder what exactly was going on and why it seemed like my grandma's friendship with this lady turned into a full-on obsession. Pushing that out of my mind, I decided to stop reading into it and start distancing myself instead.

My grandpa was a smart man, and if he didn't have any reason to be alarmed, I told myself that I didn't either. My visits to grandma and grandpa's house slowly dwindled, and as much as it hurt, I felt my relationship with her fade more and more as her and Em's got stronger. I'm sure that you might guess where this is going, and unfortunately you're right.

Without going into it too much, I'll just say that one of the older grandchildren found some pretty damning evidence, and we left it up to our grandparents to figure it out behind closed doors as much as possible. Even though I didn't ask too many questions, it was a hard thing to shake. I mean, my grandma dedicated her whole entire life to her family, so to see her put it all on the line for something like that, it was weird. But, hey.

I guess love will make you do crazy things. So far, you're probably thinking, so is this what you categorize as a glitch? But that was really just the kickoff for what we were about to experience. The couple months that came after the truth got out, I saw my grandma changing. I don't mean she was changing her clothing, her outlook on life. I mean everything about her down to the core things that she believed started changing. She was always anti-drug.

as my dad is a non-recovering addict and has been for over 20 years, but started smoking recreational marijuana. She became obsessed with things like tarot cards, rocks, and minerals, and the certain powers that they held. The paranormal, witchcraft, none of these things are anything I have a problem with, but it's something very uncharacteristic for my grandma.

All of a sudden, it progressed to her believing that she had the power to talk to animals, control the weather, to tell the future. Her once simple wardrobe changed from basic sweatpants to MC Hammer-type hippie pants. She traded in her hoodies for t-shirts that depicted bands that she never listened to. She was born deaf in one ear and hates listening to music in any form, as it disrupts her ability to hear, and she started dreading her hair.

Obviously, all of these things were pretty abnormal and raised some red flags for our family, but honestly much like you we pretty much chalked it up to a midlife crisis or mental breakdown. Plus, she wasn't really hurting anything. If this was who she was, we were ready to accept that and love her regardless. However, like I said before, my grandma put her blood, sweat, and tears into her legacy for years.

her business, her reputation as a successful and kind-hearted businesswoman, and along with all the changes to her physical appearances and her tastes, she decided to sign her business away, to my non-recovering addict of a father. My grandmother is a smart lady, I mean, she would have to be, to go from having nothing to living life comfortably and without a worry in the world.

Just the sheer thought of her making a rushed and careless decision like this was an absolute nightmare to me. In the matter of two weeks, my father had fired almost every employee, including myself, and drained the company bank account to less than it has had in the last 20 years. Anytime Grandpa, the employees, or other family members would question what she was doing and express their concern,

We were just met with a bunch of nonsense, such as, "The birds can tell you the answers," or "It's all written and laid out in the stars." Needless to say, Grandpa, myself, and the rest of the family had to make some pretty drastic moves. Not just to save the legacy that she had spent almost her whole life building, but to get her the help that we knew she needed. After weeks of countless trips to the lawyers, the banks, endless piles of paperwork,

We finally filed the necessary court papers and declared her mentally unstable, so we could be given the power to kick my dad out. At this point, he was using the situation to his benefit to try to line his pockets, and maybe to get her to a doctor that could give us some answers. My dad, hearing through the grapevine that we were trying to make things happen, decided that he would try to beat us to the punchline and get her to a doctor that would tell him she was of sound mind.

Obviously, it backfired, and the checkup he took her into turned into a two-week stay at a mental facility. In the meantime, we were able to get him out of town, try to get things back on track, and send over papers to the mental facility stating they were legally obligated to keep my grandpa informed about what was happening with her, and what kind of answers they had for what was going on.

No signs of Alzheimer's or dementia on her brain scans. None of her hormones were coming back abnormal. She was testing negative for any other drugs other than marijuana. One by one, the list of possible causes was getting shorter and shorter. Obviously, diving into mental health is a little bit harder since there aren't really any tests you can do for indefinite answers. But even the doctors were at a loss.

You had a 63 year old woman with no past experience with mental health issues that was in a state of total psychosis. Talking to inanimate objects, living in a completely different reality. Trust me, we dove into basically every possible thing we could think of. Maybe she did some sort of recreational drug that sent her down a spiral and she was permanently fried.

Maybe this was just a mental breakdown caused by years of stress and self-sacrifice. Sure, those are all great theories, but what throws those theories out the window for us, and for the doctors, is that she got better. A lot better, actually. Almost completely back to normal, and had zero memory of the countless weeks that she spent in her psychosis state. She described it as feeling like she was in a dream.

She had scraps of memories here and there, but overall could not recall a whole lot of anything. And then, just a few months in her recovery from her breakdown, she regressed tremendously. The days of hippie pants and dreaded hair were out the window, and she was painting the walls of her homes with words that made no sense, talking to people inside the TV, and becoming extremely violent. For the first time since I was born,

She struck me across the face in a fit of rage, and this was the first time she had laid a hand on one of her grandchildren. She had little to no interest in any of the family members, constantly rebuking them or chastising them for things that just didn't happen and never had. This has happened three times now. She spent countless weeks in different facilities where they do test after test to find an answer and each time, we come up empty handed. This last time, the scariest of them all,

She picked up a weird habit that I want to describe almost like a song or show glitching due to the lag of internet or something, where she would jerk her head and stutter over a word as if she was a malfunctioning computer. She's on the road to recovery again and doing great, but still we haven't gotten so much as even a possible diagnosis of what is happening or why.

I'm sure that this recount still doesn't make a whole lot of sense, as there are so many more things and details I could get into but have already taken up so much time to write this out. I would hate to keep going if it's not glitch material, but if a glitch in the Matrix is categorized as an event or events that can't possibly be explained, then that's the best way to categorize this, at least for me. I just hope that at some point we can get some real answers.

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Something happened and I cannot explain it, so I'm submitting it and if you think it's a glitch or glitch-worthy, then you're free to use it. This happened back when I was 8 years old, and it was during the summer so I was out of school and had a lot of time to do whatever I wanted to do. My dad stayed home during the summer while my mom worked, and he typically had the late shift.

so he would go in when she was getting home. That way, somebody was always there to watch me. On the day that this happened, my dad was asleep pretty late in the day, and I had gotten up pretty early and had jumped straight on to my Nintendo 64.

I wasn't supposed to spend the whole day playing it, but no one was really watching me closely, so I decided that I was going to play it until my dad got up, and then figure out something else to do. Like I mentioned, I had been up pretty early and my dad was going to sleep until noon at the latest, so I had a few hours.

I put in Glover and was playing through the levels, and when I looked over at the clock, I noticed that it was already noon. I decided to just go ahead and shut it off just in case my dad did get up, and then went and made myself a sandwich. After eating it, I was sitting there watching TV, just kind of waiting for my dad to get up, and getting bored with watching daytime television.

After about 20 or so minutes, I started dozing off and decided that I wanted to take a nap, so I put my head down on the couch and dozed off. This is where things ended on my side, because I was obviously asleep. When I finally woke up, I got off the couch and walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see my mom at the table on the phone. I didn't realize that my nap had been so long that she had gotten home,

She hung up the phone while staring at me like she was confused as soon as she saw me. I said hi and asked her what was wrong, and she started asking me where I was, what I'd been doing, and several other questions. I told her that I was asleep on the couch, and she said that that was impossible, and told me that I needed to tell her where I was.

I kept telling her the same thing, that I was sleeping on the couch because it was the truth. That's where I had been the whole time. To keep this story fairly short and explain what happened, my dad woke up, and when he did, he couldn't find me. He looked throughout the house, and I was apparently nowhere to be found.

He said that he looked in my bedroom, the living room, upstairs, and even in the basement, and he could not find me. He then called my friends that lived on my street to see if I had gone to their houses, and obviously I wasn't there. He called my mom and told her that I was seemingly missing, and she rushed home from work. When she saw me just walk into the kitchen like nothing had occurred, she was shocked.

She had also checked all the rooms of the house, the yard, the shed, everything, and she had no idea where I was. It was the weirdest thing because they were within minutes of calling the police and reporting me as missing, but the whole time I was asleep on the couch in the next room. I wasn't covered up, I wasn't wearing something that would cause me to camouflage, and the room wasn't dark.

Neither of my parents could find me, and I was right there. It was almost as if I just didn't exist. Now, I guess it's possible that they both could have somehow overlooked me on the couch, but it would be really weird to think that two adults could just not see a kid lying on the couch in the middle of a living room for multiple hours to the point that they were about to call the police.

It almost seemed like I just disappeared from existence for a few hours, and then came back whenever I woke up the other day. I had a glitch, or something like a glitch, happen at work, and it was either a really weird and crazy coincidence, or the Matrix duplicated an NPC for me to talk to. I work at a local shop that sells used clothing, kind of like one of those bigger-name thrift shops, but

Except we operate locally and we only have the one physical location. Because of this, we get quite a few regulars that come in, and I've gotten to know some of those people. This glitch actually involves one of our regular shoppers, a nice guy named Craig. Craig was a super cool dude. He was one of those super chill skater types, and he was hard to miss. Everything he wore was super loud and really vibrant.

and he was always so excited when he came in. I considered him to be a friend at this point because of how much he came in, and how often we had spoken with each other. On the day in question that this weird glitch happened, we ended up with a donation that had about six tie-dyed shirts that were super bright colors. One of them was pretty much highlighter pink and yellow, and as soon as I saw them, I thought about Craig.

because I knew that he would absolutely love them. I asked my manager if I could set them aside for him, and he was fine with it, so I put them in a bag behind the counter and waited for him to come in. That day, Craig actually came in, and I was super psyched to show him the shirts that had come in. He had a few items in his arms, and he walked up to the register, but something about him was off.

He was definitely Craig. Same clothing, same look, same beanie in the middle of summer, but something about him was off. He didn't seem happy. He didn't seem to want to talk or anything like that. He just seemed to want to check out and leave. He handed me a shirt that was blue with a little "This is fine" cartoon dog on it. He paid, and he just left.

He barely looked me in the eyes, honestly, and just walked away. I was a bit upset because he seemed to be in such a bad mood, but I let it go and accepted that he was having a bad day, so I would show him the shirts next time he came in. After I finished ringing him up, I needed to use the restroom, so I closed my register and made the quick run to the back. I did what I needed and ran back to my station.

Within a couple of minutes, I was standing there waiting for someone to ring up when I see Craig walking towards me. Except this time, he was his normal self. He was a seriously happy guy, and he seemed like he was happy to see me and was super talkative. After a bit of conversation, I went over and grabbed the shirts from the side and showed them to him, and he was super excited.

to the point that he wanted all of them. I mentioned to him that I was going to show him when he was in a little bit earlier, but he seemed like he was in a bad mood, and from that he got really confused. He told me that he had not been in earlier. I mentioned that he came in and bought a shirt with the little cartoon dog on it, and he looked shocked. He then handed me the shirt that he was going to buy originally, and sure enough...

It was that same shirt. It was the little cartoon dog sitting there on front of the shirt, it had the little speech bubble that said "this is fine", and it was an identical shirt to the one that he, or I guess the other guy, that I thought was him, bought around 20 or so minutes prior. I wasn't really sure what to say, so I just kind of let it go.

He was pretty clearly freaked out by the whole thing, but he's the type to laugh stuff off like this and say, Oh wow, that's really freaky. I have no idea who that first Craig was though. He responded to me calling him Craig. He said hi like he knew me. He just seemed like he was super depressed and didn't want to talk. But then, the second Craig was super happy and acted like his normal self.

I guess that the Matrix glitched and spawned Craig in twice that day, but I'm glad that the normal Craig is the one that kept coming back. Hey guys, I'm going to preface this by saying this probably isn't the biggest glitch ever. It might even be one of the more mundane ones on this thread, but I still thought it was weird, interesting, scary, and totally worth sharing.

I've recently moved into a new place. It's just me and my dog, and because I let the last place get pretty messy and unorganized, this time I sort of made a pact to myself that I would try and stay on top of cleaning, general tidiness and housekeeping, as a small goal to achieve each day. As part of this pact to myself, I vowed to make my bed every day.

even if not as soon as I wake up, but the goal was to never return to an unmade bed at night. This gives me the flexibility to do it at any time of the day, as long as when it's bedtime I return to a nice, properly made bed. Possibly a key fact to remember for the next part of the story. Anyways, today I had an early 5.30am start.

so I didn't make the bed right away, even though I try to do it first thing most mornings since I made that commitment to myself. I had a bit of a crap day at work, and ended up leaving it till like 4pm in the afternoon. I felt guilty that I hadn't done it yet, as previously the latest I've left it for is like midday or something,

I've only lived here for like two months, so I haven't slacked on the commitment too badly just yet. Anyways, so I made the bed roughly, and I know I definitely did, because it was looking uneven. I'm not a perfectionist or anything, but at the moment, I'm basically camping out in my lounge room, because that's where the air conditioner is.

so I literally had to go around the whole kitchen and laundry area to try and even out the other side of the sheets. It's a small unit, so it's a bit like a maze if your mattress is taking over the main lounge room space that leads to the other areas. Anyway, that was all done, and at this point, my dog was already sitting outside with her ball in her mouth waiting for our evening game of fetch.

Right after I finished making the bed, and then going to the foot of the bed to admire my amazingly even work, I was like, okay, time to play with my dog as she's waiting outside and whimpering because I'm taking longer than I usually do. So I admired my work making the sheets look equal for a moment, and then headed off after, directly into the backyard to go to play with her.

Now, normally I leave the backyard door open so she has access to her water, which usually sits in the laundry. Lately, however, leaving that door open during the evening time has been attracting cockroaches, so I was very mindful of taking her water bowl outside and making sure the backyard door was firmly shut behind me, as I'm terrified of cockroaches.

I played with her for a good hour or so, and then went inside to use the toilet. I get in, and lo and behold, my bed looks like something out of a Hoarders documentary. Not just was it unmade, but the quilt cover was so tangled up, the entire quilt-to-cover ratio was out of whack, and when I tried fixing it, which was the first thing my brain made me do, I couldn't even get the quilts to fully occupy the quilt cover.

No matter what I did, it was like someone had jumped into my bed, rolled around in it, and tossed it around like crazy, making things as uncomfortable as they could for anyone else. Some points to take into consideration, it's just me and the dog in the house. The backyard door was firmly shut, and I was sitting right next to it outside. Front doors and only other point of entrance were double locked.

Triple locked, actually, if you count the overhead lock which I always make sure is fastened as I try to be as careful as possible since I'm living alone. Basically, no one could have come or gone from either door, so my only guesses left are a ghost living within the house or a serious glitch in the matrix, as I 110% know that I made the bed and then came outside directly afterward.

I've never felt any ghostly or haunted vibe coming from this place at all though, so I would definitely be questioning it if the general consensus was that it could be part of a haunting. That being said, I'm still pretty creeped out, if we're being honest, and would love to find a reasonable explanation for what happened. What are your thoughts? Any and all ideas would be much appreciated.

I guess that I should start by saying a few disclaimers. The only two people that live in our apartment are myself and my roommate, whom we'll call Tammy. Tammy is a very sweet girl that I've been friends with since I was in elementary school, and I don't think she could or would ever lie about anything, even the mundane things, to me or anyone that she cared for. Tammy is also deathly allergic to two things-

peanut butter, and shellfish. One of those is relevant to the story. No one else has entered our home for several months. We haven't had any friends over, and neither of us drinks or does any sort of substance to the point where our memories would be so bad that this situation would make any sense. Now, on to the story. A few weeks ago, my roommate and I went to get lunch for her birthday at a decent steakhouse that she loves.

I told her that I would pay for it, as I had a bit of extra cash, and I knew that her parents weren't going to do anything to make her birthday special. Our dinner was actually really good. She had a ribeye with fries and macaroni and cheese, and I had their chicken alfredo pasta dish. I know for a fact that I ordered chicken alfredo, one, because I gave a bite of it to Tammy,

and two, because I'm very sensitive to her allergies. I love shrimp, but I will not order anything that is shrimp or has shrimp in it if I'm around her, or if I'll be bringing it home. I am always careful about this no matter where we go. Skip ahead to the next day, around lunchtime.

I was sitting on the couch with Tammy and we were just watching TV when she remembered that she had leftovers in the fridge and got excited. She jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen. She opened the first container and immediately tossed it back into the fridge with a look like, what the hell, on her face. I asked if she was okay and she asked me what I had eaten at the steakhouse that previous night.

I told her that I had the chicken alfredo, and then she asked, then why is there shrimp in your leftovers? Like I said, I am always careful about shrimp, and I am super sensitive to the fact that shellfish will kill her, so I thought she just saw something wrong. Sure enough, I go into the kitchen and grab the container, and it is shrimp alfredo, not chicken.

I grabbed it and walked away to the other corner of the kitchen, and I pretty much said, ''How the hell is that possible?'' While I was standing there and she was heating up her food, we talked about the whole thing. I told her that I'd had chicken, and I asked her what she remembered about what I ordered. She mentioned that, for some reason, she really could not remember anything about my dinner.

I asked her if she remembered trying it, and she said that she didn't. I told her that I had given her a bite and that she said it was really good, and then mentioned that she had made a joke about how, if I wasn't the one paying, she would have gotten something cheaper like that because of how good it was. For whatever reason, she seriously could not remember this joke, nor could she remember trying the Alfredo.

I then went and grabbed my receipt to prove that I had ordered Chicken Alfredo, and when I pulled it out of my wallet, it said shrimp. It seriously said Shrimp Alfredo, which I would not have ordered. I know that I ordered Chicken Alfredo, and I know that she tried some of it, which, if it were shrimp, she would have stopped breathing. I have no idea why or how it changed from Chicken to Shrimp Alfredo,

but I know that I would not have gotten shrimp because I was with her, and if I had ordered shrimp alfredo while I was at lunch with her, she would have likely looked at me funny and said something about it. I ended up eating it cold in the back end of the kitchen while she fixed up her food, and then I took the container straight out to the dumpster. It was good, sure, but it was nowhere near as good as what I'd had the night before, so that's my glitch.

My weird food related "how the hell did that happen" glitch in the matrix. I'm supposed to start this story off by saying who it's by, so... This story was posted to the glitch in the matrix subreddit by the user weeeeooohhh... I hope I said enough O's there, because there's like six of them. Anyways, to the story. This happened this afternoon, and I'm still super weirded out.

I have yet to find a single plausible explanation to what went on. My husband and I live in a small work-in-progress cabin in the woods, on an acreage in Atlantic Canada with two parrots, a rabbit, a senior citizen cat, and two absolutely rambunctious dogs. My husband can't say no to something fluffy that is in need of a home.

Cleaning up after this zoo is quite the daily effort. As I was going about my chores today, I decided to toss the dogs outside for a while so I could suck up the previous day's layer of dog fluff without them declaring war on our vacuum machine, as their hatred for the vacuum is quite passionate. Once the dogs were outside and merrily jumping around in the mud puddles, I got to work on the floor.

I did a really thorough vacuum job today, even getting on my hands and knees to suck up the fluffies that were nesting underneath the table and furniture. After I wrapped up the chores, I went to go retrieve the dogs. The dog run is accessible by a doggy door that is off of a room that is completely separate from the room I was cleaning. As I already mentioned, the cabin is a work in progress and entirely unfinished.

and the room with the doggy door is the newest room to be added on to the building, and is even more unfinished than the rest. I entered into this room and shut and latched the door behind me, as I knew the soggy dog stampede was going to be fierce. I planned on letting the pooches dry off in that separate room while I went to town to run a couple of errands.

I opened the doggy door, and two canines bounded into the room and began to shake and pounce and play with all of their dogly enthusiasm. They were soaked, and muddy, and seemingly more than content to hang out in this room, so I undid the latch on the door that led to the main room, and carefully opened it a crack just enough to squeeze my body through so that the dogs could not follow after me.

I closed the door behind me, and I latched it shut. I picked up the water bowl and reached for some toys so that I could toss them into the side room and keep the dogs entertained while I was gone. As soon as I entered the main room and looked down, however, I absolutely froze. There were fresh, muddy paw prints on the floor that I had just cleaned. I could still hear the dogs bouncing around on the other side of the door in the room that I had locked them into.

They did not follow me, and yet, here I was, looking at fresh, muddy paw prints that were not here a moment ago. Perhaps there was mud on the bottom of my flip-flops, and I had made the prints myself? I lifted my feet one at a time, and the bottoms of my flip-flops were totally clean. The prints were not from me. Then, I lifted my gaze and was horrified to see that the paw prints continued.

all down the length of the room from the kitchen to the front door of the cabin, where they stopped suddenly, as though a muddy dog had taken a single run through the length of the room and then completely vanished. The prints only went in one direction. There were no smudges of mud or backward prints to indicate a muddy dog changing directions in any way, just a straight line of fresh, wet, muddy prints, and then nothing. They weren't there moments before,

My dogs had not entered the room, and they were still locked up in the other room. There were no other creatures in this room, and no possible entrances for rogue invaders. I have no explanation. I don't understand it.

I feel like I'm either losing my mind entirely, or else in an alternate timeline that one of the dogs slipped past me into the cleaned room and runs down the floor, and somehow the timelines bled together for a moment, just long enough for Alternate Dimension Dog to leave the muddy paw prints and then vanish back to his own timeline. I don't have an explanation for this one. Basically, for the last five years...

I've had a keyring with only three keys on it. It had my car key, my house key, and the extra key to my kid's truck. About a year and a half ago, I added a Lego minifigure keychain, otherwise it's been the same three keys for the last five years. I use it almost every day. I've taken it all over the world with me when I traveled because I use it to get into my house when I get home.

I used it to get into my house last night. I had to pop out this afternoon. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone, locked up, and left. When I got home, I tried to use the key to unlock my front door, and it didn't work. I tried the door lock and the deadbolt. Same key, and no luck.

So I popped open the garage door to use the other door to get into the house. That door was locked, same key, and the key did not work. So at this point, I was pretty dumbfounded because the one house key on my keyring isn't working. Eventually, I was able to get into the house through a window, so I got that going for me. The key still doesn't work.

I found and tested my spare key, and it does work. The key on my keychain sort of looks like the spare key. It's the same type of key, but has a slightly different notch. Consequently, I'm a little weirded out that the house key on my keychain is not my house key. The key pattern on the house key attached to my keychain in the spare key that works are different. Just to add...

The key on my keychain and the spare that works are two different keys with two different patterns. The difference isn't from where. The key on my keychain has a shorter pattern than the one that works on the house. The OP then posted an update. I wanted to post an update since the comments were rolling in, and I have some time to post some extra information. Of the two keys, the spare key is the one that works, and the key on my keychain is the one that doesn't.

The key from the keychain has a ton more wear, but it has a different cut and is clearly from a different batch of keys. I still don't know what this key is for since it doesn't seem to work on any lock in my house. As a quick refresher for those that are reading the update, the house key was the only key on my keychain that was not a car key, and it had been on that chain for six years.

The day before the day in discussion, it worked to get into the house. The day in question, I went out to get a burger at a restaurant. The key worked when I left. The keys, house key, truck key, and car key, were only out of my pocket when they were in the ignition of my car. At the restaurant, I sat at the bar and the keys stayed in my pocket.

No one sat next to me at the bar, and the only person I interacted with was the bartender on the other side of the bar. I sat at the bar to eat because I was out solo, and I didn't want to take up a table. After eating, I came home, and the key did not work in any lock. Eventually, I was able to make it inside the house. I found my spare key, which does work, compared the keys, and I found them to be different.

Could someone have swapped the keys? Possible, but extremely unlikely. The keys were in my possession, or locked up in my house for the whole period of this occurrence. Could someone have broken in and swapped the keys? Again, possible, but extremely unlikely. I live in a secluded-ish H-C-O-L, in a very safe area in a very small house where you can hear everything.

All the doors and windows in my house are loud. It is extremely doubtful that anyone got into the house in the time period where this occurrence occurred. Moreover, it's even less likely that they got in, took the key off the ring, replaced it with a similar key, and got out quietly. There is nothing in this house that is interesting enough for someone to implement that kind of scheme.

especially given the fact that I'm usually here since I work from my home, and there are much better targets in my neighborhood. And are the locks changed? Yeah, not only are they getting changed today, but I'm also moving to a new home one town over. The decision to move was made months ago, and has nothing to do with the weird key that showed up. Thank you to all those who were worried about my safety."

I'm perfectly fine and safe here in my quiet bungalow until I move. I have never in my entire life experienced anything remotely like what has just happened to me now. And also, I'm not crazy. I finished work at around 10:15 PM, so it was pitch black and I cycled home. It's roughly a 25 minute cycle back to the house, and as I got into my little town,

I was approaching the crossroads in which I go straight ahead at when I'm cycling home. Upon approach to the crossroads, the light is red, but I'm still a good 10-15 seconds away from it, so I continue at the speed that I'm going. I see another cyclist coming towards me on the other side of the road from the direction that I'm headed and speed over the crossroad.

As he's approaching me, I see he's wearing the exact high-vis helmet and jacket as me, as well as the same red backpack. By this point, the lights had turned amber and then green, so I thanked my luck for not having to stop, and kept going at the same speed that I was going at. Just as I was on approach to the green light, this other cyclist was right in front of me, but on the other side of the road and passing me.

As he passes me, he says, "Careful mate, in my voice. My exact voice. Also, I'm not from the country that I live in, so my accent is very unique, and it was the same tone of voice and everything. I stopped my bike and turned around, no traffic behind me as the roads are dead at this time of night, and he had vanished.

There was no way he could have turned down a side road or made it so far that he was out of sight. He mysteriously vanished. I turned back around to begin cycling again, and all of a sudden a car sped across the road at around double the speed limit, running a red light. If I hadn't stopped to look at this mysterious person who looked and sounded exactly like me, I'd have been hit side-on and likely died.

I don't believe in anything supernatural, and I'm not religious, but this is making me question some things. I think if this person hadn't just vanished after the warning, then I could answer it as a very unlikely event that someone who looks and sounds just like me had maybe seen the car approaching, but he vanished.

I don't know exactly how to tell this experience, since English isn't my first language and it's about a pretty odd thing that happened to me once. I don't know if this can be considered a glitch in the matrix, but it's either that or something I cannot for the life of me explain. It's silly, really, but I can't find an explanation to this day. It was a Saturday afternoon.

and I was watching a suspense movie with my mom. I remember it had Julianne Moore in it, and it had something to do with a guy with multiple personalities. It was a cold and foggy winter day outside, so there wasn't anybody outside in the streets or anything like that, and it was a very quiet day in general, and there was a window by the side of the sofa that my mom was laying on. I was on another sofa paralleled to the one that she was on,

It was a pretty small living room, and since I was also laying down, we were both facing the TV, but I was pretty much facing the window too. I only had to slightly turn my head to look outside. We had the neighbor's house on the other side of that window, but it was too far away for anyone from their side of the fence to reach our house. And besides, there was nobody home in their house that weekend.

They had a dog, and they even took the dog with them to wherever they traveled to. So, the movie ended, and as the credits were rolling, we suddenly heard the window glass tremble a little, and then a liquidy squirt sound. And when we looked at the window, there was a very large spot of water running through the glass. It was exactly like if someone had hit the window with a water gun.

but immediately my mom and I ran to the window, and there wasn't anybody there. Also, from where I was sitting, I could see if there was someone outside the window without getting up, and there wasn't. The only place where it could have come from was my neighbor's patio, but there wasn't anybody there.

Our window was pretty high from the ground, and it was clear from the mark that the water made on the glass that it came from a straight angle. Not from above, not from below. It wasn't raining, and there wasn't anyone in sight. It just came out of nowhere. And there wasn't even a sound of movement outside because it was cold and there was nobody out in the streets. And that's pretty much it, really.

It happened fast, and it isn't anything too exciting, but from that day my mom and I could not find a reasonable explanation to that happening. I mean, could it have been a bird or something that flew by and maybe somehow peed on the window, but managed not to collide against it? It seems highly unlikely. I would have at least seen a shadow of something moving outside, since I immediately looked in its direction, and I honestly just don't know.

These events happened in 2011, and I still don't have a logical explanation. I was doing a year abroad on the south coast of Britain to learn English. We were students between 16-18 years old living in host families, so we didn't have much money or anything to do besides chilling outside or going to the beach in our free time.

A Friday afternoon, we met two students from another school at the beach, and they asked us, my best friend and I, if we wanted to join them for a drinking night near their campus tonight. We said yes and invited some of our friends to the evening. Some of us wanted to go home to take a shower or change their clothes, but me, my best friend, and two men of our friend group were living too far.

so we decided to go to the park next to the campus and wait there for everyone as the weather was perfect. We didn't know this place at all. We walked for 30 minutes from the beach following our new friend's instructions. We were staying on a bench in the middle of a big park, and then my best friend and I went for a walk because we needed to pee. We were chatting and laughing. I remember the sky because it was sunset at golden hour,

and we wanted to explore the park a little bit, because it had a beautiful garden. I remember seeing a green maze, and asking my best friend to go there, and nothing else. With my best friend, we woke up at 8.30am in her bed, in her host family's home. We were wearing pajamas, feeling great, and there was nothing messy in the room. What the hell?

We opened Facebook to ask everybody what happened last night, and nobody had an answer. The problem is, we had a reputation of being outgoing and unpredictable, so when they didn't see us coming back, the boys didn't take it seriously and started drinking, not giving a damn about us. Later, other people joined and everybody thought that we were back home. We didn't know the road from the park to her home.

We didn't have smartphones or maps, and we didn't have money for a taxi or public transportation. Some more information: It is 12 hours of complete memory loss. The sunset was at 8pm. Alcohol was present, but we hadn't been drinking yet. There were no drugs, and we were all underaged students. Every house and road looks the same in this city, and we didn't know the neighborhood.

My best friend's host family did not hear us coming back. There was no injury, no hangover or dizziness, and it happened at Gildridge Park plus Manor Gardens. But what gives me goosebumps is that I don't see the maze anymore on the maps. Ten years later, it still bothers me. We were best friends in England, but we haven't seen each other since. I managed to find her on Instagram and asked her if that's all in my head,

or if she is also still freaked out about the story. She has no explanation, and tries not to think about it anymore. I'm glad, because some people don't believe my story, and those screenshots are just little evidence. So what's your theory? What exactly happened? Hi there. I'm a long-time listener, first-time contributor. I would probably file this story under a déjà vu, but...

I think that would still fall under a glitch in the matrix nowadays. This happened to me when I was in high school some 44 years ago, yet it was so vivid that it has been etched into my mind since then, and now, many years into the future from that point in time, I have more to this side of the story, which might count as glitch number two.

Here is some backstory before I describe what might be considered glitch number one, which was a deja vu type dream that I had. The year was 1978, when I was a junior and attended a small private high school in the pristine Santa Cruz mountains of California. I fell head over heels for a boy who was a senior that year. He was a rough version of whom my parents would have wanted me to date,

but nevertheless, I fell deeply in love with him. He had reddish, strawberry blonde curly hair, a funny yet dry sense of humor, and a very distinctive hobby for all manner of Volkswagens. We dated for almost two years. Now to the story. One night, somewhere in the middle of our time together in high school,

I had a very elaborate and detailed dream about my future wedding day, which was not even on the radar at that point. I remembered the dream clearly when I awoke from a deep sleep. It was as if I were watching it from the back of the church.

I could clearly see myself and my groom, and all of our wedding party, from the back as we faced the minister who was standing at the front of this beautiful church with a gorgeous and huge stained glass window that literally took up the whole wall behind the minister who was marrying us. But when I noticed the groom, he did not have the strawberry blonde curly hair like my current boyfriend.

No, it was very dark brunette and straight hair. I recognized my bridesmaid because she was, and still is, my very best friend since we were in the sixth grade. I didn't recognize the best man or anyone else from the groom's side. When I awoke in the morning, I remember being very upset about that still clearly vivid dream...

because my groom did not seem to be the boy that I was dating, and with whom I was completely in love. It bothered me so much that I called my best friend and told her the whole dream, which etched it into my mind even more. The weeks went by, and I always had that dream in the back of my mind. Things were good between my boyfriend and I, so I eventually wrote it off as just a weird dream.

We dated until I left for college at the end of 1979. Things became strained between us even before I moved to college. Needless to say, we broke up. It devastated me, but I struggled to move on. I eventually met a nice young man at our college. He was also funny. It seems that sense of humor is something that attracted me. We dated for two years, and we married at the end of 1982.

When we got our wedding pictures back, and I was perusing them carefully, when I almost fell off of my chair, right there, amid this pile of pictures, was a view the photographer had from the back of the church showing me and my groom, the man that I did marry, standing facing the minister who was standing in front of a massive and beautiful stained glass window. It was the exact scene from my dream years prior.

And yes, my new husband had dark brunette and straight hair. I now recognized the best man because we also attended the same college together, and he was my husband's best friend. Now, this leads me to glitch number two, in the form of a vision that I had about my new husband.

This was not a sleeping dream, but more like a quick daydream as I was packing up for our move from campus housing to our first apartment in life together. It hit me like a ton of bricks from out of nowhere. As I was reaching into the cupboard to unload our canned food into a cardboard box, I suddenly had a strong feeling accompanied with these words that went through my mind. Your husband will leave you later in life. What?

That shook me to my core. Where did that come from? My thoughts were on packing canned goods into a cardboard box, and we were so happy with each other. It was even too soon in our young marriage to experience any real-life struggles together. My husband and I had a wonderful marriage, with typical marriage ups and downs. Nothing major.

We had two beautiful and healthy daughters, as we created many wonderful and fun family memories. This lasted for 16 years, and yes, he did leave me for greener pastures, at which time, those words that seemed to be prophetic came flooding back into my mind. I wondered if it was meant to be something that was a warning to me, so that I could have somehow changed the future,

or if it was just meant to prepare me somehow. I'll never know for sure because it was devastating to me and it turned the course of our lives irrevocably. He has since moved on to his third wife, but thankfully our daughters are doing well in life. It left some emotional scars on them, but they're happy and healthy and building wonderful lives themselves. I could never quite figure out what happened to our marriage.

But now that we're living in a time where things like Glitch in the Matrix, alternate realities, and shifting timelines are subjects being explored, my life feels like I might have switched realities, or jumped into an alternate universe, when my wonderful husband seemingly and suddenly left what was, for the most part, a fun, loving, and happy family. This happened to me today...

And after a couple of hours of trying to find a logical explanation for this, I've come to the conclusion that I can't. Later, I remembered reading these glitch stories from Reddit some time ago, so I thought I could make my first Reddit post to share this event. Here's some background information to make this a bit more clear. I'm a 20 year old guy, still living with my family,

My mom, dad, little sister, and our dog, which I'll call Molly. Molly is a Newfoundland dog that loves winter and spends most of the days, and sometimes even nights, in our backyard, sleeping and chilling in the thick snow. Today, this afternoon, I was home alone and Molly was sleeping in the snowy backyard like always.

Suddenly, I remembered that in the morning, I promised my dad that I would pick up groceries before he comes home from work. It was already 4pm, about half an hour before my dad usually comes home. I grabbed my keys and looked outside of our living room window to see Molly still peacefully sleeping on the snow. I thought about letting her sleep since I would be away for only half an hour, but

but then decided to bring her inside to get some food and water. I opened the door and called her to come in, only to see the most disappointed dog face ever. Newfies really love the freezing cold air. I finally managed to lure her in with some snacks and locked the door. I was about to leave and walked through the hallway to the front door. Molly followed me all the way, looking extremely sad to be left alone.

I told her I would be back in a minute, and slowly closed the door, still talking to Molly as the gap fully closed. That last sight of Molly's snowy paws stuck in my mind, and I remembered being irritated thinking I would have to dry the whole house with a towel after all that snow melted on the floor. I started walking towards the car, and immediately saw my dad driving into our yard.

I waited outside my car as he parked and got out of his car. He told me he had a bit of a shorter day at work and seemed to be frustrated at me for leaving at the last minute. I told him I just took Molly inside and that she'd be waiting for him beside the door. She usually hears the car coming up and goes to wait behind the door. I saw my dad opening the door as I was slowly driving away from our yard, expecting to see a happy Molly welcoming him.

Molly wasn't there, which was a bit weird to see, but I didn't think much of it. Dad stepped in and closed the door after giving me a seemingly surprised look from not meeting Molly right away. I left and thought to myself that Molly probably went to the kitchen to eat or drink, and then ran to my dad right after the door was closed.

I was away for about half an hour, and when I got back inside, I saw Dad brushing Molly's fur in the living room. As I was putting groceries in the fridge, my Dad asked me why I told him that Molly was inside. I quickly answered, saying that I brought her inside right before I left. Like I said before, I didn't really understand what my Dad was trying to ask.

He said that when he came in, he saw Molly barking behind the back door waiting to be let in. We argued for a bit of time, me telling him that I clearly remember Molly sitting behind the door with her snow-covered paws and a sad face a minute before he got in, and him telling me that she was barking behind a closed door in our backyard. I then asked about snow or water on the floor,

and my dad said there was nothing on the floor at all, not even the smallest puddle. Some of you may know how badly wet snow can stick to long fur of a dog that's been rolling in it. Considering the size of an adult Newfoundland dog, that amount of snow melted into water would look like it's been poured from a bucket. I have no idea what happened. I wasn't intoxicated or significantly tired, and there's no mental illness in our family.

Also, my dad never lies, and even if he did, what would have been the point in it? So, was this a glitch in the matrix? I have a bit of a weird story that happened a few weeks ago, and I'm not sure if it was a glitch or if it was something paranormal, but I'm going to say it's a glitch until proven otherwise.

I am open to it being paranormal, sure, but there hasn't been anything else that's happened in this house to make me think we have a ghost or anything like that. A bit of background, my husband has been assigned to working overnights for his company for around six months.

It's not something he wanted to do, and it's not something that we had planned on, but the guy that worked the overnights actually passed away unexpectedly, and they asked my husband if he would do the job until he was replaced. It came with a huge increase in pay, so he took it with the expectation that it would be just a few months, but that's honestly a complaint for somewhere else.

The point is that he works overnights, and he comes home around the time the kids are getting up to get ready for school. He typically says good morning to them, sits for a few minutes, and then heads to bed after that. Unfortunately, he's gotten used to the sleep schedule, and he can't really turn it off on his days where he doesn't have to work, which I completely understand.

On this particular day, he was off, and he had actually gone to bed a bit before the kids were up. He had come home from the normal time from the night before's shift, and told me that he was beyond exhausted, and that he was just going to head to bed. I told him I would let the girls know, we said goodnight, and that was that. I finished getting ready for my day, and by the time I went to leave the bathroom and head out of our bedroom...

He had been asleep for at least 45 minutes. I could hear him snoring for pretty much the whole time. I leave to go get the girls up at this point, and, much to my surprise, they were already up and getting breakfast in the kitchen. The two of them don't usually get up on their own. They're both really heavy sleepers like their dad, and I mentioned to them that I was surprised that they were awake already.

My oldest then says that their dad had come in and woken them up. I was a slight bit confused because he got home almost an hour before they needed to be awake, and there would be no reason for him to do so. Plus, he told me to tell them that he loved them and that he was sorry he wasn't awake to say good morning to them. At first I thought that maybe he had just somehow forgotten that he woke them up, but...

Again, why would he do so an hour earlier than necessary? I asked when he woke them up, and she tells me that it was about ten minutes ago. I responded that that wasn't possible, as he'd been asleep for nearly the entire hour. The two of them both looked at me confused and told me that he had definitely opened their door and told them that it was time to get up ten minutes ago.

They said that he opened the door, flicked on the light, and said, Hey girls, it's time to get up. And when my oldest looked at her clock, it was ten minutes before that moment. They both mentioned that they hadn't actually seen him, only heard him and saw the light when it clicked on. I really didn't know what to say. I didn't want to scare them or anything like that, so...

I just accepted what she said and moved on, because it was kind of weird. My husband was somehow in two places at once. He was passed out completely in our bed, and he had somehow woken the girls up. I heard him snoring the whole time I was getting ready in the attached bathroom. I could see the bed from the doorway. I know for a fact that he was in bed the entire time. The only logical explanation that I could think of was that...

Maybe he had woken them up when he got home, but I really don't know why he would have done that. If that was the case, the clock would have shown a time way earlier than 10 minutes before they had to get up. I don't think my girls are lying. They're both really well behaved and don't lie about trivial things like that. I did mention it to him, and he said that he didn't remember waking them up,

but that he was also super tired, so if he did, it may have just been something that he wiped from his memory. As I mentioned, this is either a glitch or a ghost, but I'm leaning toward a weird glitch, because it was something that likely would have happened if he had been up, but in this timeline, he decided not to stay awake, so something in the Matrix definitely broke that morning.

I've written this experience out many times before. It was a while ago, so most Reddit channels dealing with glitches always remove it, quoting a rule about not posting childhood experiences, because of the possibility of misremembering. But recently, I found an old journal from back before the internet was even a thing.

Back when if you wanted to record something, you actually needed a pen and paper to do it by hand. It was my book of weird experiences. This one was in there. So, I've since updated it and clarified some things that I've been asked before. I will say that this took place a long time ago in a universe far away, and this event haunts me to this day. It's actually the reason I never got into sports, especially football.

In high school, in gym class, we were playing flag football. I admit I wasn't very good and therefore wasn't liked by my peers. I was an outsider anyways, so this is what led to what happened. The kids must have thought it would be funny to throw the ball, not to me, but at me, when my back was turned. You know that feeling you get when you somehow know someone is looking at you, and then you turn to see someone is?

Well, I got that feeling. I turned to see the football hurtling towards my head. Now, I know how this will sound, and it's what bothers me the most, simply because if anyone else said it, I'd call BS as well. But the ball froze. In midair. I thought it was just a mental thing, only from my perception, but then I noticed the other kids were standing there looking at this football frozen in the air puzzle. They weren't frozen. Nothing else was.

The looks on their faces were something between fear and confusion. As we stood there, the coach yelled something. He then saw what we were gawking at, and his look was similar. We stood there for about two or three moments. It was surreal. It wasn't caught on a line, and it wasn't in an updraft or anything. I remember that day. It was overcast and growing gloomy, but it wasn't a windy stormy or nothing like that.

I was hoping for foul weather or anything to avoid gym class outside, and that just didn't happen. That Neanderthal of a coach didn't care anyways. Now, to clarify, the football was thrown from about 20 feet away. It was thrown in a spiral arch that was directly on course with my head. When it paused, it was just coming down from the arch about 10 to 15 feet away, and I would say 12 feet off the ground.

Back to what happened next, as I moved from my spot where I had been standing, gawking at the ball, the ball just unpaused the moment that I moved out of its path. I was promptly told by the coach that I was out of the game and to sit on the sidelines, something I was more than happy to do. The kids and coach just went back to playing as normal. I got side-eye glares from all the kids there that day. I was given two study hall class and replacement to gym after that.

I was a kid who hated Jim anyways, so I didn't ask why. Years later, I saw the movie The Matrix. When Neo stopped the bullets, I got goosebumps. But in my experience, I didn't do it on purpose, nor had I raised my hand or done anything dramatic.

I wish I knew any of those kids today, and I'll see if there's a way I could find one, but my experiences with glitches like this is people block it or get updates. I have a small glitch in the Matrix story that I would like to submit. I've always been very skeptical when it comes to the Inexplainable, but I believe that every once in a while, we all experience stuff that we have no explanation for.

So, instead of writing it off like nothing, I'm going to tell my glitch here. I was around 15 years old. I think it was a Saturday, and my mom had made burgers for dinner the day before. So, I was really excited for lunch, as I knew I would be eating a burger put together from the leftovers. I'd taken out ketchup, onions, and tomatoes from the fridge, when I remembered that I also needed to put mayonnaise on it.

So, I opened the fridge once again and looked for the mayonnaise, but I couldn't see it. I figured we must have eaten the whole thing yesterday, but was still a bit confused, as I was sure that I had seen a glass of mayonnaise from just the day before. As it is only me and my mom in the house, there's never much stuff in the fridge, but I still used about 30 seconds to look for the mayonnaise in the fridge out of confusion and just wasn't able to see it.

That's when I closed the fridge and went to the drawer under the microwave. My mom always keeps all kinds of snacks and foods down there that don't need cooling before they've been opened. I took out another jar of mayonnaise and was just about to open it when I thought to myself that I should check one last time in the fridge. So, I went back to look again. I really made sure that it wasn't hiding behind something, even though there was nothing it could be hiding behind, but I couldn't see it.

So I closed the fridge once again, went back to the new mayonnaise from the drawer, and opened it. I put some on my burger, closed the lid, and went to the fridge to put the new one in there so it could be kept cool. I opened the fridge again, and what I saw shocked me. Right in the middle of the fridge was a half-filled jar of mayonnaise. The one thing that I had been looking for the last two times that I opened the fridge. I didn't know what to think.

and was mostly just annoyed that there were now two open jars of mayonnaise in the fridge. I know it's a silly story, but it still bothers me to this day, as I was so focused and in the moment of the whole situation that I don't understand how I could overlook the mayonnaise, or if it's a glitch, then why it might have happened. Please, do let me know what you think. So, about two years ago...

I would walk to and from high school. I only lived around four blocks away, so it was a brisk walk to and from. I live in a safe neighborhood in the middle of a desirable school district. I know all of my neighbors, even the ones down the block, and I recognize everyone on my walk to and from. That's why this shook me up so much. I was walking back home from school one afternoon,

when a yellow car pulled up just a few feet from behind me. I didn't think anything of it and kept walking, yet they honked at me. I turn around and look at the car, and I vaguely recognize the people inside. There was a driver and two kids my age in the back. The driver looked similar to my homeroom teacher, and the two kids looked similar to two twins who were in my grade.

I felt as if something was telling me to keep walking and ignore them, but like a horror movie protagonist, curiosity got the best of me, and I walked over to the car. When I got closer, I noticed details about the people in the car that seemed... off. For one, they looked eerily similar to the people I knew from school, yet each one had just a few details that made them unrecognizable.

It felt like the uncanny valley effect. I can't really explain it well unless you know the people in person, but it was like someone had a police sketch of them made ultra-realistic, if that makes sense. When I got to the passenger window, the woman said, Do you know these two from school? And I just said, Um, yeah, I think so. And she nodded and asked if I needed a ride home.

I told her my dad would pick me up a block down from here, and she asked if I needed a ride down the block. I told her I would be fine. I felt the worst kind of vomit-inducing dread when the woman talked to me, and it didn't help that the two girls were dead silent in the back the entire conversation. She told me to have a good day, and as I walked away, she honked at me again.

I whipped my head around, completely freaked out, and she just smiled and waved at me. I booked it home after that. I locked my doors and I waited for my dad and sister to get home, and when they did, I told them what had happened. My dad was nonchalant about it. He told me not to walk up to cars next time. My sister, on the other hand, was super freaked out and even now doesn't want me to bring it up.

My friends think that I met some kind of weird doppelgangers, and I kind of agree. Two years later, I can still remember it. It just weirds me out. I lost my beloved high school class ring several years ago, at work, when I noticed I tore apart my desk, my purse, my clothes, my pockets, my car, and my house.

I even combed through the office on multiple floors. I asked my manager, coworkers, and my housekeeping staff to keep an eye out for it. At home, I decided to wash my purse and search the washer and dryer to see if laundering the bag would somehow shake it out. Nothing in the washer or dryer, and nothing in the purse.

Weeks go by and I'm devastated. As my dad bought me that ring and helped me to customize it, I was so upset. Eventually I accepted that it probably slipped off my finger outside due to the cold weather and was most likely gone forever. I even started looking into jewelers who could potentially recreate it for me. A couple of months later, my purse is sitting inside my desk drawer at work.

I take it out to go on lunch and reach inside to grab my phone, and the ring is sitting right there on my phone. It was definitely my ring, in the same condition that I knew it to be. My full name is engraved on it, along with all the customizations that Dad and I picked out when I was in high school. I was absolutely blown away.

I wondered if maybe someone found it around the office and chose to return it anonymously by dropping it in my purse, no questions asked. The only problem is that my purse was locked up inside my desk drawer, and I was the only one with the key. I was overjoyed to have my beloved ring back, but still completely baffled. How could it vanish for months and then just show up one day in plain sight?

I still think about it to this day and it gives me the creeps. Okay, so this literally just happened. I was cooking a pizza in the oven and sitting in the chair that I always sit in watching YouTube. I get up to take the pizza out and cut it, grab a coke, and I go sit down at the table. When I get ready to sit down, I reach for my AirPods case, which is always kept in my left pocket.

to prop my phone up against to watch YouTube, but it's not there. Side note: I'm wearing a pair of pants that have shallow pockets, so things falling out of them is not really uncommon. Also, I was wearing the AirPods the whole time. So, I go back to the chair that I was just sitting in to check to see if the case had fallen out of my pocket and into the crack between the cushions.

I checked the chair and put my hand down the side to see if my case was there. It wasn't. I was actually quite hungry, so I decided to just use a towel to prop my phone up with while I eat, and to look for my case later. After eating my food, I do a thorough check of my living room and the kitchen, and find nothing. I even checked the chair again, this time taking the cushions completely off. Nothing.

I figured it must have fallen out of my pocket while sitting upstairs on the couch, as this has happened before. So I go to check upstairs. Nothing. But something weird did happen. My second cat came upstairs while I was doing this, and she almost never comes upstairs. My other cat was already sleeping up there, probably completely unrelated, but I did find it odd.

I relented, and I decided to stop looking and try again later, thinking that I may remember something that I had forgotten. I go to sit back down in the chair, but before I do, I decided to check under the cushions one more time, and my airpod's case was there. It was in a spot that I could not have possibly missed the first time I checked under the cushions.

This has genuinely spooked me. Has anyone else experienced anything like this? I had nice tweezers, like the ones with super sharp blades on the ends. I only ever had the one like that. It didn't come in a pack with multiple sizes or different kinds. Well, I have a very, very small bathroom, and one day a few months ago, I dropped the tweezers in the toilet.

They were definitely inside the toilet bowl, in the water. I looked at them and was bummed that they were the toilet's tweezers now. I wasn't about to stick my hand in the toilet for tweezers, no matter how good those tweezers were, so I just flushed them. They definitely flushed down never to be seen again, or so I thought.

About a month later, I was in the kitchen and the exact same tweezers were sitting on the kitchen counter. I asked my partner if maybe they bought another pair, or even if they came back into the toilet bowl after the flush and they grabbed them and washed them, but they said no, and that they didn't even know they were there. It's only us two here, so it would have had to have been one of us.

Whatever. I was stoked because those tweezers were my favorite. Fast forward to like two to three months later, and the tweezers were sitting on my coffee table because I used them all the time. Then, one day, they were just gone again. I moved every single thing off of that table. I looked under the table, under the couch, with the flashlight, even in my purse and pockets just to make sure that I didn't accidentally take them anywhere.

Nope. They are gone again. Is it a glitch? Helpful monster that lives in the toilet? A portal in my house? I could see losing them off of the coffee table or accidentally throwing them away or something. Tweezers are small. They're easy to overlook or pick up accidentally with something else and throw them away, but flushing them down the toilet only for them to end up on my kitchen counter? That's weird.

The other day, my husband went to get a new goldfish to join our tank. He ended up getting two. Translation problem, we live in Vietnam. Two black moors to join Frank, the other black moor, and Hot Dog, the catfish. I saw two in the bag and was surprised. I asked him why he decided to get two, and he said the lady misunderstood him.

So, we put the bag with two goldfish in the tank, and let the water temperature acclimate. A little while later, we opened it up, and one goldfish swam out. Paranoid, we searched the filter system, the ground and surface surrounding the tank, even though the bag was partially submerged when we opened it, and nothing.

And Hot Dog, greedy bastard though he is, is much too small to swallow an entire black moor whole. I tried to rationalize it as the folds in the plastic bag containing the fish made us see double, but we had both clearly seen them swimming in different manners and directions. It's been about a week, and we definitely have two, not three, goldfish.

Just a few nights later, I'm making a late night snack for my husband. I take out exactly three pieces of bacon, thinking they'll perfectly fit the bacon cheese jalapeno melt that is the end goal. I specifically remember the number of pieces, as they were intentionally planned to fit the sandwich. I turn away to butter the bread for the sandwich, and when I look back, there are two rashers of bacon.

The husband's playing Elden Ring: Boss Fight Online, so I know he's not sneaking half-cooked pieces of bacon from the pan in the kitchen. Plus, he only likes extra crispy bacon. Are we both going mad? Do we have a hungry poltergeist? My gran always said things happen in threes, so I'm just waiting for a fried egg or cup of tea to disappear now.

My parents and I have both been experiencing glitches in the Matrix these past couple of days. One of the experiences was long, too. It happened at the mall. We've had weird experiences there before, but always just thought it was coincidence. After this, my mom and I definitely believe there is something paranormal-slash-off about that area. First off, let me explain the layout of the mall.

I would consider this mall to be pretty big. There's the main part of the mall, and around that are a bunch of strip malls. It's easy to get lost and disoriented. The mall is also in a rural area, so it's hilly, and there are a lot of trees and shrubs around. We drive into the parking lot. At first we notice that it seems kind of empty, but we don't think anything of it. That mall tends to not be crowded.

That's why we chose to go there. Once we entered the mall, my mom and I go our separate ways. The first thing that we both noticed that seemed odd was that everything seemed sluggish, and the mall appeared to be way smaller. We didn't think much of it since this was the first time that we'd been there in around five years or so, so let's fast forward to the point where we're done shopping and we want to leave.

This is when things got weird. We had decided to meet up at Macy's. I was in the Macy's a couple of minutes before and was familiar with the layout. I went to the area my mom said she was in, looked around, but I couldn't find her. We kept in contact, texting back and forth and tried to better explain where we were. After about 25 minutes of that...

I got frustrated and decided to meet her at the sitting area outside of the Macy's. We then call each other, saying that we're seated outside, but still could not find each other. Then, my mom mentioned that she is near the Forever 21, which annoyed me, because the Forever 21 is not near the Macy's. It's near the JCPenney, which my mom did go to, when we first got to the mall earlier that day.

I figured that she probably would have left and went into Macy's. When I told her that she was at JCPenney the whole time, she was confused, but we brushed it off. We did think it was that the layout was the same, and maybe there was nothing to indicate that she was at a different store, like during checkout. Now, the drive is when things get weirder.

This mall is not that close to my mom's house. It's about 25 miles, and the drive is usually around 45 minutes. We've done this drive a lot, and I went to school in the area the mall has always been, and it's 15 minutes from the school, and the school has always been around 30 minutes from the house. First off, we needed to make a stop.

It seemed like we got to the exit quickly, but I didn't think anything of it. We get what we need at the pharmacy and we headed home. It took 15 minutes. My mom even looked at the clock because she remembered thinking that it was odd, and I just mapped the pharmacy. It's 21 miles and a 31 minute drive. She wasn't speeding. She never does. It was just like a chunk of the drive disappeared.

So, last week was a glitchy week, but this was the weirdest one that I experienced. I've actually experienced the same glitch more than once. Twice, to be exact. And both events happened on the same stretch of road within about two months of each other. I've tried to get it to happen again by driving the same path with my dad at around the same time, but...

For some reason, I just cannot make it happen a third time. This happened about a year ago, and the second time was around ten months ago. Both times it was midday because my dad and I were going to lunch together, which is something that we did every other weekend. We go around the same time every weekend, too.

We randomly shuffle around where we're going. Sometimes we just have lunch at his house, but we also go out and eat every once in a while. One of the places that he likes to go is a small burger joint that is kind of in the middle of nowhere on the outskirts of our town. It's pretty much surrounded by trees at the end of a long stretch of road that looks like it was supposed to be zoned for a strip mall, but it never got built.

It's kind of nice, because not a lot of people know where it is, so they pretty much just get regulars and that's about it. Anyways, the stretch where this event has happened is near a section of road where there is a small cemetery. I don't know if that's related, if spirits have any effect on the Matrix, but I'm just saying that there is a cemetery in this stretch where things have happened.

Both times it has happened, my dad and I pretty much have agreed with the way things played out. We've driven towards the cemetery, and right before we pass said cemetery, we start to hear what sounds like light jazz music. It almost sounds like lounge jazz, like the kind that you hear at a dentist's office. It's soft, relaxing, and it seemingly comes from nowhere.

There's no way either of our phones were playing it, and his car doesn't have a radio anymore since someone had broken in and stole it. The jazz music is faint enough that it almost sounds like it could be playing in a nearby building, but really loud. But it doesn't seem to be connected to any buildings, as it sounds like it's in the car. Then, after about a minute or so of the jazz music...

We've both experienced a split second of what is basically pitch black darkness. By that, I mean that for half a second or so, everything just seems to go dark. Like the kind of darkness you experience when you blink, but involuntarily. We've both felt it, and we've both heard it. Which is pretty much the only thing that has kept me from thinking that I am absolutely insane.

The first instance of this was May of 2021, the second was in July of 2021. We've gone down this road multiple times at the same time of day, going the same speed and going to the same place, and it hasn't happened again since. The first time it happened, it was weird, but the second time, we kind of freaked out when we both said the same thing about what had occurred.

Now, every time we go that way, I fully brace myself and expect to have it happen again, but it doesn't. Maybe the Matrix has caught on and won't let me experience the glitch again, or maybe reality was patched and the dead zone was fixed. I don't know. Either way, it was weird and kind of creepy. I know this story is going to sound weird and crazy, but hear me out.

I'm not too familiar with this subreddit, but a friend of mine who's always talking about metaphysics, the twilight zone, simulation type stuff, loves this sub and keeps telling me to post this. In fact, no doubt he'll read this. Anyways, here's my story. Two weeks ago, I was about to get ready for a party at 6. Just before I started getting ready, one of my friends messaged me super excited and

because a boy she's had a crush on for the last four years finally asked her out, and he was coming with her to the party. While I was texting her back, my younger brother walked into my room and asked if I could drive him to his friend's house, which I agreed to do. Then, I went to the bathroom to take a shower and do my makeup.

So, I got in the shower, but when I went to wash my hair, I realized that my conditioner was finished. I was pretty ticked off because I had only bought it a couple of days beforehand, and it's an expensive brand. My younger sister always uses up my things, so I knew that she had used it. She also trashed the bathroom, leaving water everywhere and her dirty towel on the floor. So, I was pissed off.

and I was about to get out of the shower in order to tell her off and get some more conditioner. But as I went to get out, I realized at the last second that she'd kicked the grippy mat that we have at the bottom of our shower tub up. Our shower tub is super slippery without the grip mat. So, as I went to step out, my foot slipped, and I fell with my neck down on the edge of the tub.

Time seemed to slow down in my head, and I remember my last thought was, Wow, this is how I die? How stupid. But here's the thing. At the moment of impact, I woke up in a start back in my bed. I know it sounds stupid and cheesy, like something from a dumb Netflix show, but there's literally no other way to describe what happened.

I was lying in bed right before I got up to shower the first time, but I don't remember falling asleep. And the thing is, I've been a lucid dreamer for the last five or so years, and if this was a dream, it was way more vivid than anything I have ever experienced. What weirded me out, though, was the exact same friend who texted me the first time, messaged me after I woke up,

to tell me that the boy she had a crush on had asked another girl out, and she was pretty bummed about it, and didn't want to come to the party. I was weirded out that there was some similarity between that and the dream, but I didn't think much of it at first. As I went to reply, my younger brother came in to ask if I would take him to his friend's house. All the blood drained from my face.

He just stood in the doorway looking confused and asked me what was wrong. I rushed into the bathroom feeling like I was losing my mind and I went to check the conditioner bottle. I know this sounds completely crazy, but the bottle was finished up just like before and the grip mat was kicked up. At this point, I went to lie back down in bed and I texted my friend to tell them that I wouldn't be going to the party.

And I would like to finish this story up by giving a shoutout and saying hello to the OP's friend who told them to post the story. So, hello Zane. I hope you're doing well. I'll preface this with a little personal background. I was an all-state vocalist in New York and have done national and international competitions in NYC, Cincinnati, Toronto, DC, etc.,

That was a bit over 10 years ago, and I've been using my voice for recreational singing daily since. But, I've been sick with recurring pancreatitis for around 6 months now, and this was when things started getting a lot stranger for me. I was in the hospital first for 5 days, and then I was okay for 3 months before my next round with the beast. The second time, in early February,

I was admitted due to extreme pain and not being able to keep water down. Things were very askew because I was being pumped full of drugs for the pain, since that's all they can really do. 11 out of 10 pain though, for sure. Anyways, after 5 days in the hospital this time, I was not feeling well when I got home. I was heavy into withdrawal and was not okay for about 5 more days.

I got better though, and when I did, I didn't notice anything odd. I was going back to work, and on my first day back, I was struck again with that same pain. I knew it was starting over again, and I ended up back in the hospital for four more days. Now, that was three attacks in as many months. My whole life has changed. My diet, attitude, etc.,

due to needing to adjust for my condition. But things started to stick out to me that were different now. Most notably, my voice has gotten deeper. It seems weird and it wouldn't be too noticeable if it weren't me, but being so intimately in tune with my voice through my whole life, I could tell the next morning when I woke up from my last stay. Before that, I was on pain medication that were sickeningly strong constantly.

The doctor said to me, sort of jokingly I guess, that the nurses here had a tendency to stop people's breathing. I'm pretty sure it's because they're liberal with dosing regardless. Second, my best friend of 28 years called back to something that I don't remember, three times so far, and then I have a memory that he doesn't have.

Third, before I went in the first time, during a work meeting, we were told about how the unpaid time off that we got would be changing. Two months after the first happening in January, I needed to take two hours off one of the days and needed to let the boss know so he could adjust the PTO according to the new policy. He said he didn't know what I meant, and that no, I wouldn't lose a whole day for taking the time off.

We got three days where if we missed any time, it would count as one of those days, and you could just stay home at that point, but it was only three for the entire year, as of the first of that year. I asked him what he meant, and then recalled the meeting, and he had no recollection of the policy or the meeting. I've asked the only coworker that I work with directly, and he doesn't remember either. So, that's it so far.

I'll update if anything else ever comes up, if anyone is interested. Before I start my story, it's important to establish a few things that have been happening lately. About two months ago, we had an attempted break-in in our home. It was around 10 at night, and I was in the living room when someone attempted to break our back door open with a crowbar. Thankfully, they noticed me and took off, but...

It was really scary to see that thing first hand, and to be that close to someone that was violating the sanctity of my home. Because of this, I begged my husband to install some security cameras, so there's now a camera that looks across our living room towards the back door, and a few others that show the entrance and exit points. On top of this, I've also been losing sleep because of the situation,

and I've been jumping up to every small sound. I've been trying to find ways to keep myself calm and to relax, and I've found some solace in doing cross-stitch patterns. For the most part, I just do cute little animal images, and I really enjoy it. I think that's all the context that's necessary for the story. So, the other night, I was sitting in the living room with my husband, falling asleep on the couch next to me.

The TV was playing some random show, and I was doing my cross-stitch pattern. I had just started a cute little pattern that had a couple of ducks on it, and I was trying to get certain parts done first when I started getting that weird anxiety feeling that I've been getting since the night of that incident. It's kind of like a panic attack, I think, but not fully there. It's just like a weird hit of adrenaline that's telling me that something is going on.

I do my normal checks of the back doors, the windows, the front doors, basically just making sure that no one is around the house. It's a dumb ritual, but it's what I feel like I need to do. When I'm sure that there's no one around, I decided that I just wanted to go to bed, and that I wasn't really feeling the cross stitch anymore. I tossed the pattern into my basket near my spot on the couch, and I woke up my husband so that we could go to bed.

All of this was pretty normal, nothing out of the ordinary, until about two days later. I went to grab my cross stitch to continue on it, and I had to pause just staring at it, because it was almost done. Every single color and part that I hadn't worked on yet was finished, but the part that I was saying I wanted to get done first hadn't been completed.

I was nothing shy of confused and mildly frustrated. I asked my husband if he had finished my cross stitch, and he laughed at me, and then said that he would have had no idea how to even start on this thing. I had the idea to check the camera and see if he was messing with me, or if I was sleepwalking and sleepstitching, but at no point over those two days had I touched my craft basket at all.

The last time on the footage that I touched anything over there was the night when I got up and looked at the doors and windows to see if there was someone outside. Then I saw me toss it into the basket. I know that I wasn't done with it. I hadn't even started most of the sections, and I really don't think that my husband is messing with me. On top of that, the footage shows literally nobody touching it since I threw it into the basket.

Of course, the camera isn't that good, so you can't see how finished it was from that, but I know how much I had and had not completed. I'm a little upset because I was using this as a form of therapy, but I guess I'll just have to start a new one. And my plea to the Matrix? Please don't finish my cross-stitch patterns for me. Half of the fun of the whole thing is seeing the image come together as you work on it.

A couple of weeks ago, I had a glitch happen to me at work. A little background first. I, 44, female, am used to stuff disappearing only to show up later where I had originally left it. This is important to the story because I always feel like I'm losing stuff only to find it later. Sometimes hours, sometimes days, but it will usually show up where I was sure it was supposed to be.

My husband often finds stuff for me too, and always where I was sure that I had left the item. Also, I don't drink, and I don't partake in mind-altering recreational substances either. Never have. Let me explain a bit about my job too, just so you understand the glitch better. I work in an office for a mortgage company. Now, this isn't a place where people come in to acquire a mortgage for a house, but

This is a place where legal documents are created for mortgages in different states of the mortgage life. For instance, I work in the lien release department. The documents that I work with are the ones that release a person from the bank once their mortgage is paid in full. Mostly what happens with my specific job is that I receive documents from the client, or rather the bank that holds the mortgage, which have been signed by said client.

I check in these loans by running reports to make sure they're good to go, and I send them to the account they're supposed to go to to be recorded. Each client is also referred to as a project, and each project has a lead over that project. I work on roughly 25 different projects, but I'm not the lead over any of them.

If there is an issue, however, I email the lead letting them know the issue and put the documents aside until the lead can get back to me about the document that is having the issue. Now that I have the background for the story out of the way, let's move on to the actual glitch. A day or two before the glitch happened, I received a loan that had an issue.

I messaged the team lead about the issue and put the documents aside in a stacker tower, so it would be safe for when the lead got back to me. I should also mention that each one of my projects have a different color cover sheet, so I can more easily locate them when I need them again. And some projects do share the same color of cover sheet,

But the project name and specific information is handwritten on every paper by me, so I can easily identify when I need it again. A day or two later, the team lead finally emailed me back about the issue and what to do to fix the problem. I pulled out all the loans that had issues to look for this specific loan. I knew that the cover sheet was purple, so I looked for purple cover sheets. The loan wasn't there.

Not only that, there were no purple cover sheets at all in this relatively small stack of papers. There weren't many loans there as it was, only three others. I thought that maybe I accidentally put it somewhere else. I searched every possible place that I could have absentmindedly put it, but it was nowhere. I checked through the same papers again, in the slot of the stacker that I reserved for loan issues, on which I'm waiting for the answer. Still not there.

I email the team lead and apologize about losing the papers. He informed me that he would let the client know that the papers went missing and will ask if they can sign another one to send it out. I felt terrible. I searched several times throughout the day just to make sure that I wasn't just missing them somewhere. After all, I am notorious when it comes to losing things. After work, I went home not worrying about it.

I'm actually one of those people who leaves work at work and doesn't think about it when I'm off the clock. I'm a mom when I get home, and with a rambunctious six-year-old boy with special needs, it requires a lot of attention. My mind has other things that occupy it. I know a lot of people still worry about work when they leave for the day, but not me. Anyways, I digress. The next day when I arrived at work...

I look again for the documents before I move on and completely stop worrying about the missing loan. After all, the team lead already said he would contact the client about it and have a new one mailed out. So, I just moved on with my workday. Halfway through my shift, a different team lead emails me about a loan of hers which had an issue. I grab the papers to find the loan for this project, which has a pink cover sheet. But as I sifted through the papers, I see a purple sign.

I pull out the document, only to see that it was the missing loan. I couldn't believe my eyes. My heart was pounding. I knew it wasn't there before. The many times that I had looked. There were only three documents there that had issues, and none of them had purple cover sheets. I sent a message to the team lead via Teams messages to let him know that I found it.

He was very happy about it, and he informed me to just process it out to the county, and that he would let the client know that it had been found. I really don't know what happened. I looked so many times, and it was not there. This kind of stuff happens to me all the time. It's stuff like this that makes me want to believe that maybe our lives are nothing more than a simulation. To start, my day and location.

I had a ton of trouble falling asleep last night. I tossed and turned all night, and the last thing I saw was 3 hours and 45 minutes until your alarm goes off on my phone. My alarm then went off, and I decided that, in that moment, I was calling off work for the day. I texted in, and my foreman sent me an OK with a thumbs up emoji.

was no issue to either of us, since the union we both work for demands that exact situation. So I slept until 7:45 AM and crawled into bed with my youngest son, who's barely one, to catch another 15 minutes or so of sleep. We both then woke up around 8 AM. I feed him oatmeal and a bottle of milk, and I had some Vitality Vanilla Almond cereal.

I laid around watching TikTok while he watched Cocomelon until I decided to head to town to handle a few errands that I wanted to take care of. This is where it gets weird. I needed an oil change, an air filter, and a workout. I decided to run to AutoZone first, the gym second, and after, if I had time, SuperLube for an oil change.

I walked into AutoZone and told the worker that I needed an air filter for my 2010 Toyota Camry. The employee backed up and started half laughing. He asked, "Didn't you just leave?" I said no, that I was just starting my day. He then told me that I was the third guy that looked like me that came in this morning, owning a 2010 Camry and looking for supplies. The first one wanted windshield wipers.

The second wanted an oil filter, and I needed an air filter. He then told me all about the other guys. They sounded just like me. Here's the very weird part to me. I live in a town of less than 10,000 people. It's a Wednesday morning, and my car is 12 years old. I've grown up here. I live three houses down from where I grew up, and I know at least 80% of the people that live here, and I know their family.

I don't know of more than two other 2010 Camrys in town. I don't know of one other person that looks like me, especially today when I'm wearing an ill-fitting gym outfit. I was wearing shorts that were too short, and a shirt that's dirty and worn out that I've worn for years. The fact that he was weirded out weirded me out. I joked, saying, "'See you in an hour,' and he didn't laugh or acknowledge my joke at all. I paid and left."

Also, I haven't been to AutoZone in over a year, and I've never seen this guy in my life. Just a premise. I'm one of the most skeptical people when it comes to the paranormal, and I'm often skeptical about the things on this page. However, I've had one inexplicable experience in my entire life that I have to get off my chest, and I remember it to this day so vividly.

I've lived in the same city my entire life in the USA, and there was this Circle K convenience store very close to where I lived. At the time, I knew the same four or five employees at the store. The store only has one entrance, which also serves as the exit, and the parking lot in front of the store is the only parking lot.

The store also only has one bathroom, which is designed for one person at a time. Back in March of 2011, I drove to this Circle K, and right about the same time, this white car pulled up next to me. I'm not sure what kind of car it was, but it was quite a beater, to say the least. Right when I was getting out of the car, the woman driving the white car had gotten out of it.

She walked into the Circle K. I took some time to empty out some trash from my car, and I entered the store about a minute later. Keep in mind, this woman had not left the store yet, and there was only one entrance, which also served as the exit. Aside from the woman who worked there, I was the only one in the main part of the store, so I just assumed the woman that I saw walking from the car was in the bathroom.

I got my snacks and went up to the counter. I already knew the clerk well. We would open up to each other about many things, and I had to ask if a woman walked in and was possibly in the bathroom. I just thought it was odd that this woman was using the restroom for close to ten minutes at this point. Anyways, I described what the woman looked like to the clerk. She was very pale, white, obviously, had black hair, brown eyes...

She was medium height, and as soon as I mentioned her very low waist to hip ratio, she had an abnormally large back end and huge hips and thighs compared to her little waist, the clerk gasped. She told me that she knew exactly who I was talking about, and she also told me that she was a regular customer, but what she said to me gives me chills to this day.

She told me that this woman had not entered the store on this day. I told her that I saw her walk in right before I did, and she told me that she was at the counter and never saw her. We were both baffled. I obviously wasn't just seeing things, because the clerk told me I described a regular customer, and this was somebody that I had never seen before. When I walked out of the Circle K, her car was still there.

So, I just sat in my car for five minutes, but then left, because I didn't want to seem creepy anyway. I never found out if she came back for that car. The only thing I can think of is the woman from the car walked in the store, was maybe doing something shady in the bathroom, maybe drug dealing or drugs, etc., and was in cahoots with the clerk, and the clerk was just playing dumb with me.

Even though I knew the clerk, this doesn't mean she didn't have any secrets that she wouldn't tell me. Other than that, I don't know. She just disappeared into thin air. Okay, so this one's been on my mind for a while. I've been wanting to get your opinion since I joined Reddit, but I never really dared to, so here I go.

In 2018, a group of friends from college and I decided to go and spend a month in Berlin over the summer. We spent our time between part-time jobs, partying, and just simply enjoying the city and its cultural activities. Everyone in the group was cycling places, but not me.

We had a bit of a bike situation with mine, and so I decided to spend the rest of our time there on foot or using the U-Bahn, the metro. It wasn't much of a bother until we decided to go and party near the river Spree. This place has bars and clubs, and it's overall a great place to party, but from what I recall, public transportation didn't go that far in the middle of the night.

They had all cycled there, so I was the only one without means to go back to our apartment. It was a 20 minute cycle from the bar, but it was at least a 30 minute walk. A friend of mine, I'll call her Eva for the sake of the story, decided to walk back with me, and just take her bike next to her so as to not leave me alone wandering the city in the middle of the night. It was about 4am. Now arrives the glitch.

As we were walking down this rather big street and chatting, I remember smelling food and seeing this restaurant past the pedestrian crossing to which we were headed. I'm a foodie, and I was rather hungry, so it was pretty appealing. A woman was sitting there having food. She had black hair. I could see her profile through the large windows, which took almost the entire wall up to the ceiling.

I specifically remember thinking, damn, it's weird that they're still open at this time of night. I gotta tell Eva when the flow of the conversation allows. As I was walking and starting to cross the road to the crossing in front of the restaurant, things got blank and it's like I was on autopilot. I was hearing her voice, but it was kind of muffled. Once we were past the restaurant, Eva stopped and turned to me and said,

Wait, wasn't there a restaurant just there with a woman eating? I'd completely forgotten to tell her, it's like my memory had been wiped and restored within seconds. And there it was, a hotel. The large windows were the same, and inside was the hotel's restaurant with the layout and tables that looked nothing like what we saw. No woman was eating there either. We were both very shocked.

and we saw that the receptionist male short hair was in there and i knew we just had to ask him if somebody was eating there just now it was just too freaking weird he kind of freaked out about us coming in like that and said that he'd been alone for hours after discussing with eva we found out that she saw the woman eating but only saw her back she was seated with her back to the window

when I could tell that this woman was Asian because she was seated showing her profile to me. After that, Eva never wanted to talk about it again, and even got pissed when I tried to bring it up. Also, people seemed to have changed around me after this event. Even my mom didn't remember something that she should have, and a lot of people seemed different overall.

I must also note that I was not drunk at all, and staying up this late was really common for me at that stage. Oh, and fun fact, the name of the hotel is the Grimm Hotel, in reference to the author of many fairy tales. This story is true, though. It's on the Alt-Jakobstrasse in Berlin-Mitt, if you want to look it up. Any thoughts? This just happened earlier today.

I was driving to work at around 6.45am. The sun wasn't up yet, but it was glowing behind the mountains. Traffic was heavy that morning, and I was cursing at myself for not leaving a little bit earlier. I had snoozed my alarm twice, since I felt a bit tired from going to bed late the night before. One important note, I was wide awake when this happened.

so it can't be chalked up to hallucinations or being sleepy. Also, no history of medication, drugs, or anything else that would alter my mental state. Alright, on to the glitch. The road I was on had a section of trees ahead where it curved and turned twice.

I made sure to keep my distance from the car ahead of me, since people often don't brake for the first turn until they were right on top of it. Anyway, I looked down at the clock to see what time it is. I stared down at it for a second because the clock was off by two whole hours. It said that it was 4.50 in the morning. Oh well, just something wrong with the clock.

I thought. I would need to fix it later. But when my eyes came back up to the road, I noticed it was pitch black outside. The sun was no longer glowing behind the mountains. It damn near looked like midnight out on that rural highway. I looked around in utter confusion. The vehicles ahead of me were gone now, nowhere to be seen.

I came up to the turn in the road, swung around it and the upcoming bend, and I got clear of the treeline. Still, no sign of the sun or traffic. I was bewildered. I'd be way too early for work now, so I glanced back down at the clock again, and what do you know? The time changed. 6:55. I again spent a good second eyeballing the clock in total shock.

Because of this, I had to hit my brakes to avoid a collision with the vehicle in front of me, the same one that I had been following earlier. The sun had returned as well, glowing behind the mountains. I've been thinking about it all morning at work. What the hell happened? Did I glitch back in time two whole hours? Okay, this happened quite a few years ago.

I read the flowchart, and it's appropriate to post here, but just to confirm, I was over 18, not under the influence of anything, wasn't tired, etc. I had been living across the country, and had just moved back to my hometown. I was going to rent a room from a couple, but they ended up being creepy and inappropriate. To give me time to figure out where I was going to live, I stayed with family and friends.

It was fall, and they wanted to take me to do something fun, so we went to this place called Apple Hill. It's a few hours away from where we live. We stayed overnight at a hotel. I had brought a gold set of Mac makeup brushes that my aunt had given me. When we got back home, I realized I couldn't find one of the brushes. I checked my bag and the floor of the truck that we drove in super well.

I assumed it must have fallen out of the truck somehow, or rolled away in the hotel room, even though we looked under the bed when we left, something my paranoid mom taught me to do. I was bummed, but I moved on. Fast forward eight months. In that time, I had moved back east because I couldn't find anywhere to stay after the weird roommate situation, and I couldn't stay with our family friends long-term.

Then I found a good roommate and moved back again. The reason I mention all of this is because I did not find or have my lost makeup brush in that time. Keep in mind that my makeup bag was very small and I would have seen it. I had just moved into my new apartment. I was 20 and hadn't acquired many things yet. I had zero furniture, not even a bed frame yet. My room literally just had a mattress.

So, one afternoon I was lying on the floor on my stomach, just messing around on my laptop. I was looking at social media, pinterest, etc. I got up at some point to go to the bathroom, and when I stood up, I saw the missing makeup brush just lying there in the spot that I had been laying. I was shocked and felt kind of insane. It was not there when I laid down. My floor was spotless.

so there was nothing that it could have been hiding in or under. I wasn't wearing anything with pockets that it could have fallen out of. I also didn't feel a lump or anything underneath me when I was laying there. There is zero possible explanations. Anyways, it was such a weird and random glitch to have happen. It drives me nuts to think that I'll probably never understand how or why it happened.

When I, 30, female, was around 22, I had been very close to one of my friends. For sake of ease, let's call him Chris. Of course, his name has changed for this story. Chris and I were pretty much besties at this point. We graduated together and hung out almost daily. Chris, over the course of a few months, had developed a problem with substance abuse-

K2, Spice, or otherwise fake MJ. He would use it daily. Whilst gaming, he decided that he wanted to do it as usual. I politely declined and told him that stuff would kill him, and I watched over him as he rode this abuse out. Now, while Chris was in this state of mind, he would get very out of it,

In essence, falling asleep standing, nearly collapsing, speaking so incoherently you'd not be able to make out a single word, and the rare but terrifying occasionally stopping breathing. I made sure to watch him until he came down, but I needed to leave. I asked him not to smoke again until I was able to hang around, and of course he agreed but didn't follow through.

Roughly two hours go by, and I got a phone call from Chris's mother. I felt my heart drop into my stomach, and my throat tightened. When I answered, I was told that Chris had a really bad seizure, and they had found him with the pipe still in hand. They guessed that when he stood up to try to get help, he fell and cracked his head on the table that he was sitting at, and he had passed. I dropped everything I was doing right then,

I got in my car and I drove to his house. When I got there, there were no signs of any kind that anything was amiss. I went and knocked on the door, noting that his mom's car was gone. When the door opened, my blood ran cold. Chris was standing there, pipe in hand, and he simply asked, "'Hey, what's up? I thought you'd be gone the rest of the day.'"

I went in with him, and I explained everything through sobs, and I asked him if he would switch from the synthetic stuff to real. Don't judge me. I knew that he wouldn't flat out quit. He did agree to that. To this day, I don't know what happened. My phone even still had the call from his mom, even though she swore she never called me. Her phone didn't have any outgoing calls, either.

The logical explanation would be that she was worried and made a really messed up fake call to make me go check on him, but she didn't know that he was using the synthetic stuff. Regardless of if anyone believes this, it is still one of the worst things I have ever felt, and by far one of the strangest glitches I have experienced. I have a few others, but nothing else that's this wild.

Recently, my mother told me a story that sent shivers down my spine. I'm not sure if it fully fits what you call a glitch in the matrix, but it's definitely strange. It was on New Year's Eve. Someone sent my mom a sort of copy-paste New Year's wish on Facebook. It went something like, "'It's the end of the year. May the next one bless you with health, wealth, and happiness.'"

My mother decided to copy and send the message to a friend too, but something went wrong. When she hit send, only a small part of the message went through. It's the end. A glitch like that has never happened to her. It wouldn't be that big of a deal, but... That friend died three days later. It was the last message my mom ever sent to him. Just... It's the end.

Did a glitched message predict this friend's death? When she was telling me this story, I saw goosebumps appear on her arms, and I can't blame her. This happened about 17 years ago. I had just moved into my first house with two roommates, one male and one female. I was 20 at the time and female.

My female roommate, we'll call her Lisa, and I had been friends for a couple of years and were pretty close. We had gone to the Renaissance Fair that summer and both acquired beautiful silver Celtic earrings. About three months later, Lisa was in a car accident that took her life. A couple of weeks after her accident, I went to get my Celtic earrings from my jewelry box and

and I could only find one. I was really upset because we had acquired them together. I had my male roommate come and help me look for it. My jewelry box was on top of my dresser, so we looked in all my dresser drawers and moved the dresser fully out of the room to try to find the missing earring. We eventually gave up and figured it was vacuumed up and thrown away since I hadn't worn them for weeks.

because my male roommate and I couldn't afford the house without Lisa, we moved out a couple of months after her accident. As I was packing up my room, I bent down to start packing my bottom drawer of my dresser, and there sitting right in front of the dresser was my missing earring. There was no way that, if it had been there the whole time, that the vacuum wouldn't have sucked it up, nor would me nor my roommate missed seeing it.

I like to think that it was Lisa giving me back the last memorable thing we bought together. I still wear them to this day, and I think of her every time. I went to the movies this weekend. Afterwards, I stopped by the ladies' room along with everybody else. When it was my turn, I was near the back of the line. Several stall doors opened simultaneously, and I had my pick.

One lady, referring to the stall that she had just left, said, "'Don't go in that one. It's out of paper.' So I went into the one next to it. I had been near the end of the line for the bathroom, so the noise from people washing their hands and flushing had died down. I heard someone go into the stall next to me and close the door. I felt the door close the way one does in a bathroom with side-by-side stalls."

Everything shakes for a moment, and you can hear the latch close. I heard her sigh and shift around, but I didn't see her feet or anything like that. It was the stall without paper, and I was stuck between extreme shyness and knowing that due to the bathroom code, she would probably ask for some paper. Then, I thought of a solution. I quickly flushed and stood up.

I rolled the paper down from the dispenser until it was almost touching the floor, so the person in the stall next to me could see it, and they could grab it if they tried. Satisfied that I would not have to say anything to a stranger, but that they would still have the paper they needed, I left the stall to wash my hands. As I turned on the water, I glanced behind me in the mirror to see if she had figured out to grab the toilet paper from my stall.

I was shocked to see that the stall door was open. There was nobody there. There was nobody left in the bathroom at all. It was a weird feeling, sort of like the sound draining out of the room as I stared, unbelieving. Where did she go? She didn't have time to leave. Since there was no one else in the bathroom at this point, I would have heard her.

The whole thing took place in about 20 seconds from the time she closed the door to the time I left my stall. I never heard or saw her stall door open, I didn't hear any feet leaving the bathroom, and I didn't hear the main bathroom door open or close. And on top of everything, this happened while I was on vacation.

Because, as shy as I am, I was hyper aware of my surroundings because I was trying to sense the culture of the locals to fit in. So I was paying more attention than usual, if that makes sense. If I hadn't recently learned of this subreddit, I would probably have blown this off as me being spacey or something like that. I've blown off other situations in the past that I could not explain.

I still can't explain it, but at least I know I'm not the only one who experiences these kinds of things. I work in the industrial district of my city. It's one way in and one way out, so we call it the island. There's a single convenience store, and last night I stopped by as I usually do after work. There were no cars, but at least 20 or so tourists.

I see this often, but I saw no bus this time. As I got my stuff and got in line, I began getting looks from all of them. Like I was out of place. I just kept to myself and stood in line. A minute later, a couple of ladies from the group came and stood in line right next to me. Not slightly behind me by any means. Directly next to me.

The line moved forward. We moved forward. We got to the register. We put our stuff down. I'm just flat out confused, but the cashier only rang me up for my stuff. As I left, a group of them were walking directly towards my car. At this point, I'm getting nervous. As I walk closer to my car, the group is almost intentionally walking to it.

Then, one guy stops about two feet from the driver's door and just stands there. I shuffle between him to open my door and the guy looks at me and asked me a question in a language that I did not understand. I just silently got in my car and started it. I took one last glance over and about six of them were all standing a few feet from my car in a line with blank stairs.

I drove off and felt like I was in a dream for most of the ride home. At first I thought it was a cultural thing inside the store where the bigger the group, the tighter the line or something, but the car experience still has me a little freaked out.