As The Raven Dreams Podcast - 80 Of The BEST Glitch In the Matrix Stories of 2025 | As The Raven Dreams Podcast

Episode Date: December 31, 2025

Today's Episode is a collection of SOME of the best Glitch In The Matrix Stories that we covered in 2025! These stories are just some of the ones that I really enjoyed, and is not an all encompassing list- Some stories didn't get added simply because I didn't want the video to go on forever. Also, these stories ARE NOT in any particular order! Did your favorite make the Cut? Let me know in the comments below! Submit your stories, find my social media pages & Listen to the podcast on other platforms → https://AstheRavenDreams.com Support & Get Early Access Become a YouTube Member ➤ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkW0ihdMHfBUjQrMKjRto6g/join Support on Patreon ➤ https://www.patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Gaming Channel ➤ @superNefariousBros Chapters There will be an ad at story 5 and one more near the end. 00:00 ➤ Story 1 27:09 ➤ Story 5 54:52 ➤ Story 10 1:25:50 ➤ Story 15 1:48:20 ➤ Story 20 2:12:36 ➤ Story 25 2:43:28 ➤ Story 30 2:58:52 ➤ Story 35 3:30:24 ➤ Story 40 3:58:44 ➤ Story 45 4:20:19 ➤ Story 50 4:41:29 ➤ Story 55 5:02:36 ➤ Story 60 5:20:47 ➤ Story 65 5:42:56 ➤ Story 70 6:02:09 ➤ Story 75 6:30:17 ➤ Story 80 (last Story) ⚠️ Disclaimer: These stories may include graphic language, violence, or other adult themes. Viewer discretion is advised. ALL Audio and visuals in this video are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format. No audio used in my podcast is generated by AI. I use my real voice to narrate all of these scary stories. Note: The podcast nor the host endorses any advertisements played during the show, ads are not chosen by ATRD or Raven Adams, they are chosen automatically by the advertisement systems by the platforms that host the podcast. I do not endorse, support, or promote any opinions or statements made in any adverts played during the show. #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #GlitchInTheMatrix Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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mostly because they're wild and give that sense of validation that maybe, just maybe, and we aren't all crazy. Maybe there are some weird things going on out there in the universe, things we can't explain. After what happened last night, I'm kind of clinging to that because what happened was bizarre. By no means is this a terrifying story, and by no means will it make any best of glitchless

or anything, but it happened, and I want to tell you about it. To start, just a little bit of context. I'm a bit of a night owl. I've always been more awake in the evening. than during the day. I live alone right now with my dog, Charlie. Around 11 or so, Charlie and I like to go for a quick walk around the block. I let him do his business, and then we get back to the house, and he usually passes out.

I'll be up for a few hours after that, but that's typically the last big thing that I do every day. When we go on our walks, I always take my keys with me. It's one of those carabiner clips that I usually hook to my belt loop, and it's a bit of a jingly mess as it's my house key, car keys, and the keys for my desk at work. Last night, we started off with our normal routine. Leashed up, out the door, down to the big oak tree at the corner, a few rows down, and then back. When I grabbed my keys, for some reason, I chose to not glip them to my belt. and instead I hooked them to the loop at the end of his lead, the one where your hand goes through. We were almost back when I tripped, which caused Charlie to pull a bit.

When I fell, I didn't let go of the lead, but I did hit the ground, so the keys did too. I heard them hit the concrete with a metallic clanking noise. I got up, brushed myself off, and when I was fully standing, it occurred to me. to me that the lead was a bit lighter. I checked and sure enough my keys were gone. They were no longer attached to the loop. I cursed under my breath and looked around at the ground to see where they would have fallen, but they weren't anywhere near me. I grabbed my phone and turned on my flashlight, searching every inch in a five- or so foot radius, but I couldn't find them. I was getting flustered, but I figured that I could get Charlie home and then come back over this way

to try and find them. I had a spare key hidden outside, so at least I could get into the house and let him in, so he wasn't sitting out there with me while I searched for my other keys. I was only about two houses away from my own, so I finished the walk and I let him in, and then came back toward where I had fallen down, but this time with an actual flashlight. I searched everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I meticulously combed every square inch of that sidewalk, the curb, the small strip of grass between the sidewalk and the street, even the storm drain cover just in case.

I shined my light everywhere. I got down on my hands and knees and swept my hands across the concrete like a deranged detective, but nothing. I spent a literal hour out there. My neck was stiff, my knees were hurting, and I was starting to panic. I had a spare key for the house, obviously. I even had a spare key for my car, but I did not have a spare key for my work desk. It wasn't a huge deal, but it was going to be annoying because I was going to have to figure out who I needed to talk to,

how to go about getting a replacement, or just having them break the lock and replacing it. The problem was that I had a lot of work. in those drawers, so I would need it done immediately, and I really was not looking forward to the hassle of it all. After an hour and a half, I did a bit more searching after I hit that mental wall with the whole key thing, and then I finally gave up. I went back inside, fully dejected, and genuinely not understanding how the hell my keys had just disappeared when I fell. It was like they fell into some kind of wormhole and were sucked up by the unit. When I got back in, I grabbed a bottle of water and sat down at my tiny dining room table.

I started thinking about the fact that my keys were just gone, and I was getting kind of upset. At this point, it was obvious that I was not going to find them. They were completely gone, but some silly thing in my brain told me to go back outside just for a moment to see if they were somewhere around. So I did. I stood up and walked out the side door to where my car was parked, and that's when I saw them. My keys. There in the passenger side door were my keys.

The car key was in the lock, and the other keys were dangling there as if they had been there the whole time. So now comes the point where some might say that I just left them in the door for whatever reason, but I have a few thoughts on that. one, my car has keys that can unlock the door, but it also has electronic locks. As such, I have, to the best of my knowledge, never used the key to actually unlock the door. To continue from that thought, even if I had been using my key to unlock the door, why would I use it on the passenger side and not the driver's side?

Another issue with that thought is the fact that I used the key to lock the front door when Charlie and I went for a walk. I didn't come out the side door, so I was nowhere near my car. I felt the keys jingle on the lead as we were walking. I heard them jingle, so I know for a fact that I had them up to the point where I tripped. And even then I heard them hit the concrete, and yet there they were. sitting with the key firmly planted into my passenger side door. I had been outside for nearly two hours looking for these keys, and they ended up in my car door waiting for me.

It makes absolutely no sense to me. The only logical explanation that I have been able to come up with is that someone put them there because they knew that they were my keys. but even that doesn't hold up when I think about it. It was around 11.30 at night. Nobody else was outside. Plus, I was in an area where I dropped them for the majority of those two hours. I had walked back to the house to drop Charlie off and grab a flashlight,

and I was inside for about three minutes while I got that bottle of water, but I don't think that was long enough for someone to grab them and bring them back to my car. If that is what happened, then the person would have had to have found them in the five minutes total that I wasn't in the area where I dropped them, known for some reason that they were mine,

and then ran them over to my house to, for some strange reason, put them in my car door. And, while they did that, I would have had to have not noticed them, even though the window to the side of my house was in my line of sight. While I guess it is possible, it just doesn't really make sense,

unless I have a very crafty and close following stalker. Possible, sure, but not very probable. If that's not the explanation, however, then the only thing I can think of is some weird supernatural force gave me my keys back. So, I guess I'll just have to chalk it up to being a glitch in the Matrix. Let me start by saying that I don't usually talk about this much, or really at all. For the longest part of my life, I thought everyone dreamt the way that I do, just with

better dreams. It wasn't until I was around 22 when I began a more serious relationship, and started spending whole nights at my boyfriend's apartment, that I realized that not everyone dreams like me. Since I was born, I've naturally avoided sleep. Even as a baby, I didn't take naps. Naps have never been my thing. Later on in life, when people asked me why and made me think about it,

I realized it's because I've always been scared of my dreams. To say I have vivid dreams would be an understatement. I've lived entire lifetimes within them. Whole lives as other people I've never met. The weirdest part? I'm almost never myself. Often I'm actually a girl in these dreams, but whether I'm a boy or girl it doesn't matter.

it all feels natural in the moment. I've experienced dreams where I've grown from a little kid to death, living through emotions and events that feel completely real. There have been times when I woke up and didn't even know who I was or where I was. Let me tell you, that moment of confusion, it's one of the strongest feelings I've ever experienced and I hate it. Not all the dreams have been bad. Some have been wild and even fun,

For the most part, I try to avoid sleeping too much. I've tried everything from drugs to rituals, meditation, Enrique, but it is what it is. One night, while sleeping and dreaming, I got up and sleepwalked to find a permanent marker. I didn't wake anyone up while doing it. I went back to my room, wrote a random word on my sheet, left the marker uncapped and laid back down. all while dreaming something totally unrelated. But here's the part that really scared me. I always wear a St. Peter's medal on a thick, extra strong chain around my neck.

Somehow during this episode, I ripped it off. The chain left a mark on my neck and broke clean in half. Let me be clear, it was strong. I wasn't lying about that, and yet I didn't wake up. When I saw what had happened, I immediately saged myself, ended a cleansing ritual the next morning. I don't usually tell anyone these things because, let's be real, most of my friends would probably think I'm nuts. Now, on to the glitch.

One year, during springtime, my parents went on a Caribbean cruise. When they returned, they brought back gifts for my sister and me. My mom, knowing about my dreams and fears, gave me a dream catcher. It was red with feathers and an annea. woven web in the center. I remember this very clearly. There was nothing in the webbing also. It was just delicate webbing.

My mom hung it on my bedroom window and said that the woman who sold it to her explained that it would protect me from bad dreams. Cool. It hung there until we moved out of that house. One night, after sleep won its usual battle over me, I was dreaming. In this dream I wasn't myself. I was a boy. At first the dream seemed fine, and then I saw him.

Or it. I don't know what to call it, but if you've experienced it, you know exactly what I'm talking about. The scene shifted to a street, and then a room. Out of nowhere, a shadow appeared slowly taking the outline of a man wearing a rimmed hat. I was terrified. I tried to run, but I couldn't move. The only thought in my head was, you're not going back. back this time. It sounded like a whisper, but it was definitely not my voice. I don't know if it was

fear or will, but I snapped back to myself and jolted awake, and this is where the glitch comes in. I was sitting up in bed, looking around, and my eyes landed on the dream catcher. I was around nine at the time and I remember thinking, what the heck? I walked over to it and the weirdest thing happened. Remember how I said the web in the center had been empty, just webbing? No word of a lie, but there were now three beads on the web. One large beige bead with the pattern and two smaller blue ones all clustered together. Of course, my mom shrugged it off when I told her, but to this day,

She knows. We both know. That Dreamcatcher didn't have a single bead in it when she first hung it up. How do you explain that? Maybe I woke up in another version of my timeline where this version had the beads and the other didn't. I don't know, but seriously, writing this now makes me think there needs to be more research into stuff like this. So there it was, my glitch story. Has anyone else ever gotten random beads in their dream catcher, or is it just me?

I know other people have seen the man in the hat, which only makes this whole thing more terrifying. I've only seen him one other time, and if you guys like this story, or even read it, thank you if you do, I love your podcast. I'd be down to share that experience, too. It's crazy, and writing about it is definitely more fun than living it. And yes, I'm still scared to sleep at 34. But what are you going to do, right? Hey, Raven, I'm still thrilled that my first real-life Matrix story was featured on your channel.

Here's my second entry. I've always been interested in the metaphysical. Ever since I was a child, I wanted to have powers like the people in movies. Whether it was Carrie White's ability to toss a taunting kid off his bike with her mind, or harness the force like Luke Skywalker. I would make flashcards with different symbols on them and ask my sister to hold them up so I could guess what it was to test for ESP. That's extrasensory perception.

I rarely got the correct answer. Fast forward a few decades, and there I was sitting on my bed trying to have what is called an OBE, an out-of-body experience. The Monroe Method was the book I was obsessed with, on the topic. The author is a man named Robert Monroe who studied in great depth, the phenomenon of leaving your physical body while remaining conscious.

I had already been meditating, and if I did it long enough, I could start to feel this buzzing sensation in my body, almost like it was emanating from my bones, like when your hand falls asleep, and it feels like it's filled with electricity. One time it was so intense that I had to stop because I thought I would start to melt or come apart. However, in the Monroe Method book, they talked about this sensation,

and that it was key to leaving your body. This was great news to me because I realized that I had been unknowingly practicing the first half of the method for about a solid year before I even knew about the book. The one sentence that made the difference was when he talked about repeating an idea in your mind while you're in this buzzing state. The idea of saying to yourself, wouldn't it feel nice to float? I tried it over and over with no results.

I believe I was just trying too hard and too much like trying too hard to fall asleep. It never works. I was sitting on the edge of my bed this whole time and out of frustration, I flopped back into the middle of my mattress. Now, I was looking up at my same, ceiling and still had the buzzing sensation.

I tried a few more times. Wouldn't it feel nice to float? Suddenly the buzzing sensation began to pull upwards. As I ascended, I could feel appealing away like I was floating up out of heavy, wet clothes. I then found that my vision was now looking directly at my closet. Strange? Turns out, I wasn't floating up, but just sitting up. Or at least that's what I thought.

Since I now felt free of the heavy clothes, I felt incredibly light and at ease. All the while, the buzzing remained. Pretty wild that I was able to sit up just by thinking of thought and without any physical effort involved. It was then that I looked back and saw myself still laying in the bed. Eyes closed. Up until that moment, I felt strangely fine, a bit like, like what Pink Floyd would call comfortably numb, but seeing myself laying there took me out of the moment. I thought, oh no, I left my body. What if I can't return? What if I float away through the ceiling or fall through the floor?

Right then, I felt a force pulling me back down like a heavy gravity. I slipped back into the dense, wet suit called my body and opened my eyes. I was now staring at the ceiling again. I instantly sat up and began frantically touching and pinching myself all over to establish that I was back in my old physical self. I even pulled at my hair. Yep, I was me again. I've been a different person ever since that night, much more calm about life and death.

The old me obsessed over and feared the idea of dying, but something became very clear to me after this. incident. I now know that the real me isn't this wet suit, but that sensation that was able to lift out of it. That part felt immortal, whereas my human flesh body feels incredibly vulnerable and more and more mortal with each year that passes. Yes, this shell will one day seize up and die, but that inner essence, whatever it is, won't go down with it. I had to feel it to know it. Otherwise, it would have just been a belief or a theory that I read in some book.

And finally, the experience also gave me a new appreciation for my physical body. I now see it as a space suit that I have to wear while I'm on this planet, in this reality. I'm going to do my best to take care of it so I can traverse this strange place for as long as possible. You might be wondering if I continued to practice having OBEs. To tell you the truth, not really. I feel the sensation coming on during meditation, and I'll sit with it, but won't try to escape. It's almost like once you know, you know, and don't have to keep experiencing it. I've heard many people say it's the same when you take certain substances like Salvia or DMT.

You see the other side. And you're good. And that being said, when I'm old, frail and confined to a bed or wheelchair, you can bet that I'll be taking plenty of journeys outside the body. At least until I'm no longer welcome back in. Hello, Raven. I've been tuning into your podcast for a few months now, after my algorithm kept suggesting that it would be a podcast that I would be interested in.

And the algorithm was correct. You're an excellent narrator, and I love you. I love listening to you read all the stories, but I enjoy the glitch in the Matrix ones the most. I've long been a fan of glitch stories and listening to other people's stories has encouraged me to send you mine. I will preface this by saying that I am a woman in my mid-50s. My husband, early 50s, and I have been married for almost 20 years. We're both skeptics, and though we both love reading about paranormal experiences and phenomena, we tend to be able to find rational, scientific explanations too much of it.

But there are always these experiences that just defy explanation. The following was one of those experiences. I also want to add that I was not drinking or taking any mind-altering drugs the night that this occurred. Before the pandemic shut everything down, and we all went from in-person meetups to Zoom, my husband had been part of a writer's group that would meet every Wednesday night at a local comic book store to share ideas and discuss whatever they were currently working on. We would often go straight from work over to the store and would usually get home around 9.50 to 10 p.m. The way that our house is set up, the front door opens to our living room,

and you turn right to enter the dining room area, which we use as an office space, and then continued down the hallway to the bedrooms and bathroom. That night, as with many nights, I was seated at my computer in the office area. My husband came home from the meetup a little earlier than usual that night. It was probably around 9 p.m. I heard him unlock the front door. He came in. We said a quick hello to each other and he continued past me down the hallway into the back of the house.

Nothing unusual about that. I figured he had to use the bathroom and would come back into the dining room slash office area when he was done to sit at his desk, which faced mine. And then he would tell me about anything interesting that had happened at the meeting. I went back to scrolling on social media

or whatever I was looking at and didn't really think much more about it until I realized it had been like half an hour since he'd come home. Now, to call out my husband a little bit here, he is a bathroom reader, so spending an extended period of time in there isn't unheard of. He gets caught up in reading and the time just goes by. Over the years, it's become a joke between us. So I gave him a few more minutes, but then decided to check on him. I went down the hall to the bathroom, but the door was wide open and the light was off.

That was a bit strange, but I thought maybe he had gone outside into the backyard for some reason. If he used the bathroom and then had gone out the back door, there's a chance I wouldn't have heard him since I was at the front of the house. I went out into the backyard, but the lights were off on the deck, as well as in the garage, and his small workshop area next to the garage. I walked around the yard anyway to make sure, including up both sides of the house. I couldn't think of a reason why he might be over there, but I wanted to be thorough. He wasn't in any of these places.

At this point, I wasn't scared per se, but more just puzzled. I even thought maybe he had gone back to his car to get something. It would have been weird for him to leave through our back gate, which faces an alley, instead of coming back up the hall and leaving through the front door, but I was trying to think of any possible place he might have gone. So I checked outside around the house too. We're on a corner. But I found no one.

I came back in, checked the whole house one more time. We live in a fairly small one-story home, so there's not that many places he could have been hiding. And finally accepted that I was indeed the only person in the house. house. At that point, I decided to text him. I sent, hey, where are you? To his phone. And he replied back almost immediately saying, I'm still at name of comic book store. Why? To which I said, well, I've got quite a story for you when you get home. To this day, I don't know exactly what happened that night. I didn't just see him. I heard that. I heard that. I didn't just see him. I heard

door open, we spoke to each other, I heard him walk down the hall and closed the bathroom door. So, who or what did I see and talk to? Like I said, I'm a skeptic, and my rational side says that somehow my brain just tricked me into seeing something that wasn't there. I've read about how our brains often go on autopilot to do routine tasks, which is why sometimes you can't remember if you brushed your teeth or locked your car. because it's a task you do so often that your brain doesn't even think about it anymore. So, maybe I was so used to the routine of him coming home, saying hello and going down the hall to use the bathroom,

that my brain created the input when it wasn't there? It seems unlikely, but I honestly don't know. I've had other smaller glitches, but this was definitely the weirdest one, and the one that I just can't explain. Hi, Raven. I'm Kaylee. I'm from a small town on the very east coast of Canada, and have been a long-time listener of your podcast.

Thank you. I travel a lot for work, which requires me to drive for hours daily, so your calm demeanor and spooky stories keep me entertained for hours and hours. So thank you for that. And again, thank you. I've always always been a little bit of,

I always personally loved the glitch stories, but never had anything to really contribute, although I do have a good number of paranormal ones from my childhood that I may write in at another time. The glitch that I write into you today happened just a couple of days ago. My husband and I love to be in our yard, and I love the garden. We have four eight-foot garden beds with cattle cages rounded over the center of the four of them, to make a walkway and also an arch for my plants to grow up onto. We just added that arch this year to our garden and have been very excited to buy flowering plants and vegetables

to climb up the arches. The first thing I knew I wanted was a Climatus, as they're known for beautiful blooms and will climb. I took my kids to the garden center and bought four plants, one for each of the base of each garden bed to climb up and over our archway. When we got home, I had planted all four of them and fertilized them. I still have the tags from all four plants that I took off of them when I took them out of their respective nursery pots prior to putting them in the ground.

I have a job that I work from home, and usually, on my lunch break, or my 15 minutes break, I'll go out to the garden and water the plants. That is, until this Friday pass when I went out to water my garden, and the Clomatis is gone. I mean, physically dug up out of the garden bed without a trace. Even all the roots have disappeared. I thought my husband or my dad were playing a joke on me, and I had asked them about it, but they did not touch my plant. Sure, it's possible a deer or a small animal could have gotten into my garden,

but they wouldn't uproot an entire plant that stood at almost two foot tall and take every root with it without a single trace of any dirt, roots, or peatons, or peasant. of the plant itself. I have no idea where my plants went, but if someone in this universe could return my clematis, I'd really appreciate that. Well, fast forward to the next day. My husband and I both loved an ice-cold pop at supper. I love Diet Coke, only in cans.

He prefers Pepsi. One day early last week, my husband had mentioned that he ran out of Pepsi, and asked that I grab him some the next time I'm at the course. grocery store. I said okay, put it on my list and told him he could have one of mine in the meantime, instead of having to run to a store right then and there. He had one, we ate supper, went to bed, and both went to our respective jobs the next morning, only to realize after work that I did not have a chance to get to the grocery store, so he has to drink another of my pops. No big deal to me, but he much prefers Pepsi.

The following day while at the store, I've remembered to grab Pepsi for him, but I grabbed a case of the smaller cans that come in six-packs as we were leaving that weekend to take our family on a trip out of the province. When we're out of town, we have a neighbor stay at our home with our pets, and we give her free rein of the fridge and freezer while we're gone. She usually doesn't have much, but she will occasionally drink a Pepsi, a Diet Pepsi,

or any juice that we have in the fridge. We came home a couple of days later and realized there was no more Pepsi left and just thought that possibly our sitter had drank them, so I told him I would pick some more up for him today. We did some gardening around the yard, played outside with our kids, and then I came into the house to get changed to head to the grocery store. I remember being very thirsty as it was a warm day outside, and I opened the fridge, pulled open.

in the drawer that we keep our soda in, and see three cans of Diet Coke and one bottle of water. It's a long flat drawer, and there was nothing else in there as I purposely leaned down to look, and see how many I had left, so I could pick some more up while I was at the store, and all that was there was three Diet Coke's and one bottle of water. I took a big drink, went to my room, and got changed only for my husband to walk past me opening a can of pop, as I could hear the sound that the can makes when you open it. I yelled out that I was going to the grocery store now to get him some pop, and he said, I thought you went already.

I told him no, that I had come in and had a drink and that I was getting ready to go, but had not left yet. He then asked me where the pop in the fridge came from. I told him it was mine, that I was going now to get more, and he said that there was a bunch of Pepsi in the fridge. I said there were no pepsies in the fridge. I just checked five minutes ago, but he was standing there drinking a nice cold can of Pepsi. I was shocked. I'm 100% certain there was none left in the fridge, and even my husband said there was none all day, and he thought I had gone already. I checked with my sitter, thinking maybe she possibly felt bad and just returned what she drank, and she said that she hadn't drank any of the Pepsi while she was there, nor did she

return any. I called my parents and my in-laws and asked if they left Pepsi at the house, to which they replied they had not. Nobody else was in my house. I have a security system and checked, and nobody came or left my home beside my sitter. So where in the hell did this Pepsi come from? Maybe the Matrix felt bad for taking my Climatis and returned with Pepsi? Who knows? Hello, Raven. I would like to say thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope that this story makes the podcast.

It did. So I would like to start off by describing my house layout and a little about me. I'm 19, and I live in Aberdeen, Scotland. I still live with my parents. They're divorced, so I stay at both houses on a rotation type. thing, but the story takes place at my dad's house. My dad's house has three floors because the loft got turned into a bedroom when I was little, and that was my parents' bedroom before they got divorced, and still is my dad's bedroom to

this day. I won't get into the detail of the bottom floor, because it has no relevance, but the middle floor is where my room is, along with the bathroom and spare bedroom. So if you enter the front door, the stairs leading up are to your left, and right at the top is the bathroom. The right's my bedroom, and then next to my bedroom is the spare. Imagine it like an L shape, the bathroom being on the bottom, and the two rooms being on the longer bit. Then, along from the two rooms, imagine the top of the L, and to the right is the stairs leading up to my dad's bedroom. The story takes place at around 4.15 a.m.

I was up late, rewatching Stranger Things because of the new season that's releasing later this year. And I hear my dad get up and walk down the stairs and into the toilet, which isn't unusual. This is the time that I should mention the house has very distinct creaks in the floor. And since this is the house I've lived in for all 19 years of my life, I've memorized them pretty well. from the creaks of my dad's bedroom floor to the creaking on the stairs and finally the creaking of the corridor leading past both bedrooms into the toilet. Well, I don't know why, but I paused the episode that I was watching to just listen. Nothing felt off necessarily, but I don't know. It's just one of those things you do and don't know why you did it. I could hear my dad sniffing.

He had a block nose at this point, so I'm pretty sure he was just a little ill. And since the bathroom is literally right next to my bedroom, I could hear it clearly. So I was just lying there listening when I heard one last sniff coming from the bathroom, and then all of a sudden I heard the floorboards creaking from upstairs, and my dad climbing into bed, which makes even more floorboards creak. I was a little confused, because normally I'd be able to be. would hear him walking back, not just the floors, like his first few steps, since he's so close to my door that I can hear them, accompanied by the floorboards, and then the stairs, and finally

his bedroom floorboards. But after that one sniff, which I swear happened in the bathroom, and or just outside my room, and not even a second later I heard the upstairs bedroom floorboards. I should say that me and my dad are the only ones who stay in the house at the time of this writing, so there's no one else that could have made the floorboards creek or sniff. It was undoubtedly my dad. It's just I don't know how he got up to the bedroom so fast. If he ran up, which he had no reason to do, it would make a lot of noise. And there are a few unavoidable creeks, so if he tried for whatever reason to intentionally avoid,

them, I would at least hear the corridor one or a certain one on the stairs. Not to mention I didn't hear him walking, just that sniffle in the bathroom, then the creek of the upstairs floorboards. So did my dad teleport upstairs? Was there some sort of little time glitch where I missed the part of him going up the stairs? I don't know what to think of this situation. It's very minor in comparison to some of the other stories. which are all amazing, by the way.

I love each and every one of them, but I just wanted to share this story because it's the first glitch-like experience that I've ever had. Hi, Raven. I've been watching your podcast and listening to your podcast for around three years on many different accounts. And I would like to say that I'm not very good at English,

and my story is a little bit short, but here goes nothing. Here's my story. I was in the sixth grade, going on a field trip. And the field trip started off okay. Me and my friends were going geocaching. Unfortunately, some of them being the immature friends that they were,

decided to run off as fast as they could and go eat, which left me and my other friends to walk alone. So we walk for a bit longer because we want to finish the geocashing activities, so we can just be done, and then sit around at a picnic table and talk afterward. This is when me and my friends are joking around, and then we come across a huge, what I want to say is an open cornfield, and we see a farmer just standing still in the middle of said cornfield. He's holding a pitchfork, and he's no more than 10 yards in front of us. In case any of you non-American listeners are listening, that's around 9 meters, me and my friends suddenly stop because it's peculiar.

but even more peculiar that the man doesn't notice us, or even move, for that matter. We then looked at his face to see if he could see us, and we noticed something off about his face. It was the fact that it wasn't there. Have you ever seen an unrendered game, like on a computer, when it's running like a potato, or, I guess, an old-style PS1 game,

where you can't really see the character's face? That is the face that we saw the man have. Then, suddenly, me and my friend both got scared, and just as we saw the guy, he disappeared. We started to run back, and just then the guy appeared in front of us, with his face still unrendered. Me and my friend at this point were shaking, and just as suddenly as he appeared the second time, he vanished.

My friend said, whoa, did you see that? And I said yes. The two of us decided to book it. We booked it back to the picnic table as fast as possible, and when we made it to the picnic table, we told her other friends what had happened. I thought it was weird, but I didn't think anything of it. Me and my friends still talk about this every once in a while,

but none of us can explain what happened on that day. Hello, Raven. I've been thinking about glitches in the Matrix, time-hopping dimensions, and the paranormal just about my entire life. As a child, a psychic who was a close friend of our family, approached my mother and told her that I had a very strong connection to the paranormal. My mother did not like this,

and any time I would bring up something I saw or felt that was strange, she would simply make fun of me and laugh me into a corner so I would stop talking about it. As an adult, I found comfort in finding people like you. unashamedly sharing the stories of so many alike, and connecting us through your voice. Well, thank you. I appreciate that. I've been contemplating posting TikToks about my experiences,

but haven't found the bravery to do that quite yet. So I'm hoping you'll be a beacon of light that is able to share my story to help others connect and open up about their experiences. I've experienced what I believe are glitches in the Matrix several times, but this most recent one felt more impactful for some reason. It was a typical weekday morning. I had just taken my daughter to school and on the way home,

I remembered that I had run out of coffee. I decided to stop at the Starbucks down the road. Every morning I pull up my best friend's Snapchat's and I listen to her like a podcast as I drive. And she chats about the start of her day. It's my favorite way to begin every morning. As I passed the road to my home, I realized the upcoming stoplights were out. I drove carefully and looked around, and it seemed like the roads were empty except for me. I started to get a strange feeling.

There was no rainstorm, no thunderstorm, and no hurricanes, no bad weather. It was a beautiful blue sky day in Florida, with barely any clouds. I wasn't sure where the stoplights at the intersection were out, but they were. I drove further with caution and the next stoplight before the Starbucks was out too. There was a cop directing traffic, but the stopped cars piled up quickly. To give you a visual, it was three lanes heading straight on my side of the road, and I was in the right lane. The right lane could either make a right at the light or go straight, and directly after the light was the turn-in for the Starbucks. Most locals don't use the right lane unless they're going to Starbucks,

because the line typically wraps slightly into the road and causes traffic on a normal day. When I saw the backed up traffic, I didn't think too much into it, but I did start to observe what was going on. There were plenty of chances for cars in front of me to swerve out of the lane into the left lane next to us to get out of line.

But they were just sitting there. Eventually, a few people left the line after a few minutes. But it was still crazy, long. Again, not too weird because people get coffee before work, right? I've never seen this many people, but maybe it had to do with the traffic lights being out. I finally get into the car line under the intersection light myself. It's moving very slowly. The line wraps around a building and into a parking garage, and as I get closer to the ordering box, which is right before the parking garage where you entered to pay, I noticed that my phone loses service completely.

I was listening to my friend's Snapchat, and it froze on her face, and my whole phone froze because I couldn't swipe out of it. I began to get that weird feeling again. I know it's not unusual to lose service in a parking garage, but I wasn't even in the garage yet. And I didn't just lose service. My entire phone was unusable. It just paused and was silence on my friend's face. I felt like it was waiting in eternity in the same spot. My phone was frozen so I couldn't keep track of the time. I drive an old beat-up car and the digital clock is no longer visible in it. I started looking around and realized I hadn't seen any traffic driving by in a long

while. I didn't see the cop directing traffic. No sound of cars even on. Everything seemed so quiet. I didn't hear any noises of birds or traffic of cars driving. No one was walking in the plaza. I looked at the car in front of me and I didn't see anyone in the driver's seat. I didn't even remember seeing them order.

Now, it could have been the angle I was at in my car, but I was really getting freaked out. I started looking at all the cars stopped in line for the Starbucks around me, and I felt like I didn't see anyone driving a car. There must have been at least 17 cars lined up. I've never seen so many before. I started really examining every car that I could see from my seat. I started to sweat. I chopped it up to maybe everyone had good tints, and I just couldn't see through them.

Something just felt really off. The air felt stale. I felt like I was on the inside of a snow globe waiting to be shaken up and awoken. I kept my foot on the brake and slouched down in my seat. I started tapping my fingers on the wheel and picking my lips. After what seemed like forever waiting there, suddenly the lines started moving forward. I pulled up to the ordering box, and the voice greets me with...

Good morning, welcome to Starbucks. My name is Michael. What can I get for you? I do my entire order. A grande white chocolate mocha, ice latte with oat milk, please. That's my order. It's a long order, so usually the person on the other side repeats it back to me. I wait and wait and wait, and I don't hear anything. I say, hello? And hear no response back. My phone is still out of service and frozen on the screen of my friend. I wait in silence, window down, no breeze, no birds chirping.

I don't even know if I heard the sound of the cars running at this point. I felt so creeped out, just dead silence. After waiting awkwardly, finally a voice comes back. Good morning, welcome to Starbucks. My name's Michael, what can I get for you? I thought, okay, that's weird, but I ordered again. I've had the worker switch with another worker in the past, and they've had to introduce themselves again, but never the same exact robotic line coming back to me after several minutes of silence.

Then I noticed I can see the person in the car in front of me, sort of. This time no head or face, but I can see their hand was sticking out the window, with their phone, probably holding their Starbucks app open to be scanned. Then I looked back at the cars behind me to see if they've moved, and the three cars behind me have their windows open with their hands sticking out at the exact same way with their phones. But they haven't ordered yet. Chills ran down my arms.

Weird. Were the people with their phones out of their windows stuck in this glitch too, or was it a visual bug that I wasn't meant to see? Why would they have their phone sticking out of the car before even ordering? Why was everyone doing this? I never even saw them inch up. I just looked behind me and they were closer. I felt uncomfortable.

Then as the line moved forward again, everything seemed to return to normal. Still in the parking garage, my phone suddenly starts playing the voice of my friend again, and it unfroze. I heard the traffic noises. cars were moving again. I saw there were people clearly in their cars, and no hands holding phones out their car windows. I saw birds swoop into the opening of the parking garage window. I was so spooked out, though,

because for a solid 15 minutes it felt stale, like everything was paused for a system update or something. It really looked like every car was empty, and it was really weird when things started to, quote, wake up again, that everyone had their phone, out their window. I'm probably overthinking the entire thing, but it felt like I was in the wrong place

at the wrong time. I told my boyfriend the story later that day, truly shaken up, but he laughed hysterically. He really thinks that I made a lot out of nothing, but I was there and I felt it. I decided to talk to my best friend, Chat GPT, about it, and it really opened my mind to thinking about the experience. The traffic lights out with the first sign of a power disruption or system recalibration. The frozen phone with no service, a dead zone where reality was suspended. The eerie stillness and silence, background scripts paused.

The Starbucks employees double spaced out greeting, a reset in the audio script loop or some kind of glitch in itself. No one in their cars? Maybe the system got lazy while it was updating. I wasn't meant to be so observant and noticed that much. Cars still run, but the rendering of people inside, omitted for optimization. It was like I was seeing NPC shells waiting to be awoken again. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I know my intuition felt something was off and I did not like it. Maybe I entered a liminal slip zone, somewhere between realities where my consciousness was jumping timelines. Maybe it was some kind of checkpoint reload.

Something happened and the system had to reboot from a clean save. I don't know what to make of it all, except I feel like I was too aware, too attuned to subtle ripples in reality. As I drove down the road back home, the stoplights were working again and traffic seemed to clear back to normal. I exited out of my friend's Snapchat and stayed observant of the sounds and visuals around, me, and I could not wait to get back home. Thank you so much for reading and sharing my story. I hope whoever hears this and relates, knows that they're not alone, and that there's nothing wrong with being overly observant, even if other people don't understand.

Hey, Raven, I have a lot of other strange, weird, and oddly terrifying stories to submit to you. However, this one is too, too fresh to be delayed. Plus, I'm on vacation and have the leisure time to sit right down on my beach chair and type this out. I'm a 67-year-old woman and a big fan of these stories. Thank you for giving me the vocabulary to assign to unusual goings on in everyday life. This is definitely a glitch, and it occurred less than an hour ago. I'm at a luxury resort somewhere on the Mayan Riviera. A short time ago, my husband and I realize that, yet again, the day had gotten away from us.

Suddenly, it's late in the afternoon on a perfectly sunny day. Nice and warm, but not too hot. Anyway, we decided that since it was too early for dinner, we should go to the coffee and sweets shop for a coffee and a snack to hold us over until dinner. After ordering coffee, everything else is serve yourself buffet. The buffet is loaded with cakes and pastries and cookies and ice cream, all which are too rich for anyone unless they're on vacation. My husband had fetched our coffee order,

and then he headed straight to the buffet table after dropping off the coffees at our table. Then he returned to the cozy little nook where we were sitting. A slice of Treleches' cake was among the many little delights on his plate. After seeing it, I had to have a slice as an ideal complex, to my Mexican coffee. I went to the buffet table and located the Treleches. I got myself a generous slice. A young woman beside me selected a cute little,

petite, four-style cake. It slipped right off her plate between the two of us, and fell to the floor, and apparently rolled under the table onto the white marble floor. We instinctively both looked under the table, and there was no cake. We looked at each other and she said, You saw that, right?

I shook my head, yes. We both looked for it again. We both saw it fall to the floor and roll, but there was not so much as a dot of the rich chocolate icing on the polished marble. We looked at each other and shrugged shoulders, and before I could get it out, she said, it must have been a glitch in the Matrix.

Then we both laughed because I don't know where it went, but that cake was gone. Just poof. So, that's my glitch. Nothing scary, but incredibly weird. Yo, Raven. Before I start my glitch in the Matrix story, I just want to say that I hope all is well

in that 2025 has been treating you good. I found the channel after I had my own alternate reality experience, probably back in November, and I've been watching ever since. I'll save that story for another day, however. So my glitch in the Matrix story goes like this. I work at Sonic. Definitely not my dream job and definitely not permanent,

just something for the time being. If you don't know what Sonic is, it's a fast food restaurant. Burgers, fries, milkshakes, slushies, nothing too crazy. It was a steady day. Not too busy, but definitely had consistent customers coming throughout the day. Earlier in the day, one of my co-workers happened to quit, and at 4 p.m., my other co-worker went home for the day. After that, it was just me and the assistant manager. She cooked, and I did drinks, the drive-thru window, and the intercom.

You talk to whenever you go to the drive-thru. At around 5 p.m., my assistant manager left for the day, and my general manager and I were alone for the night. just us too. Keep that in mind. It was never crazy busy, but we definitely stayed consistent with orders. People in the drive-thru, people in the stall, door-dash orders popping up, that's all it consisted of. Later in the night, we had about three people in the drive-thru at once. Again, nothing overwhelming, but consistent.

I'm writing this the night of, so I remember the order vividly. They ordered a chocolate milkshake, Sprite, Ocean Water, which is just blue coconut syrup mixed with Sprite, and it's fantastic, and a blue coconut slush with nerds. I always read the order back just to make sure that I got it right and didn't mishear anything, and they confirmed the order. A milkshake takes a while to make, so I make the other three drinks first. A Sprite, the ocean water, and a blue coconut slush with nerds. I get to the window to take payment, and I hand the drinks out, and one of the customers says, Did you happen to get nerds for both of the slushies?

I look confused. I clearly read the order back and confirmed it was correct before I submitted it on the computer. I'm not the type to stress or overreact, so I just took it as a miscommunication between the two of us over the intercom. Now, here is where the glitch happened. I give her one blue coconut slush with nerds and a sprite. I then say, yeah, it's fine. I'll go make another slush for you while I make your milkshake. So I walk away from the window to go make the chocolate shake.

When I finish, I go to the slush machine, and there are two blue coconut slushes with nerds sitting there. I was extremely confused. I lifted up the lids to check and make sure that I didn't get it confused with another. order, but this order was actually the last of the drinks, as the cars behind this were only food orders. I turned to my manager, who was in the kitchen cooking, and I ask, did you make these slushies? He looks at me with confusion and replies, no. I laugh as this must be a joke and then say, No, for real, did you make these? He looks back with a stern face,

looking up at a screen full of food orders and replies, No, I've been cooking the whole time. I haven't stepped out of the kitchen. Remember, it was only the two of us for the whole night, and he has been the cook the whole time. Where did these two drinks come from? I look at the current receipt and check previous orders to see if I needed slushes for anything else, but no.

I only rang in one blue coconut slush with nerds, and I already handed that one out. Now, is it possible that my manager snuck around while I was at the window, made two blue coconut slushes, and then ran back to finish cooking before I turned around? Well, yes, but what sense would that make? This was the last drink ticket that I had to do. While he had two to three food tickets to finish. Is it possible that I made an extra blue coconut slush with nerds? Yes, but if I did, I would have brought the first.

the extra one to the window with me. But the fact that there were two extra, so three in total, when the order originally only called for one, is what has me stumped. I just ended up giving them the two extras as a way to apologize for the confusion and throwing the ocean water away. After the rush passed and I had a moment to process, I instantly thought of your channel, and I started typing all of this away. I appreciate you for listening and hopefully this gets in a video.

Please keep putting these stories out because I know someone out there listening will be able to relate to this. Hi, Raven. This just happened the other day. So, as you know, I recently moved and was lamenting that nothing really strange happened. Well, that was corrected. I had several notebooks of my writing, all different colors, red, blue, purple, and green. The most important of these was the green one, and I made sure to pack it with the rest.

When I left, I made sure that it was in the bag. When we had gotten to our motel in Indiana, I couldn't find it in my writing bag. I figured it had gotten mixed up with some other stuff, so I wasn't too worried. Then we get to the place that we were renting from my friend and still couldn't find it. I had even talked about it with my wife and kid. Neither had seen it. I even had them try their hand at looking for it in case my eyes were blind to the bright green notebook.

They could not find it either. For the next few months, every once in a while I would go looking for it and come up empty. This particular notebook had a collection of short story starts that I often used to inspire me. You might say it was a big loss for me. me. I mostly been working off of memory recently. Well, this week, in April of 2025, I found it, on a bookshelf that I bought after we moved into our new place, just sitting on the shelf,

not buried just out in the open. I could imagine if it had been buried in a pile I could overlook it, but the only things on top of it were clear plastic cone and area of it. We're clear plastic cone and area burst templates used in tabletop gaming. These things are designed to be seen through to the map so you can see who is in the blast area. So, how did I miss this notebook sitting under them? For what would now be about two months. I even had my kid take a look when I found it. It was just sitting on a shelf that was bought in a house two-thirds of the U.S. away from where the notebook had previously last been seen.

To me, that is just wild. I'm normally very meticulous about my writing books. I have notebooks and other examples in my writing from when I was 18. I'm now 45. So, it was a big bummer to me to have lost this notebook, and now I'm very happy that I found it. Thanks for reading, and I hope the listeners enjoy. I just found out about the subreddits,

and I'm very happy and excited that I might finally get some feedback on something that I have no explanation for. Here is what happened. In 2017, I worked at a fair as a garbage man. My job was to remove every piece of metal and wood before and after any event. The area had ten halls in total. I was working with one other colleague, his name was Tom, on two out of the ten halls.

The other eight halls were being worked on by my co-workers. When working these halls, it's usually a ten-hour shift from late evening until early morning. So me and my co-workers start to work. We worked a little, took a break, worked a little, and so on. At one point, the halls were still full of metal and wood, and we took a pretty long break, and we just lost track of time. When we realized how much time had passed, how much work we still had left, we rushed back in one of the halls. Everything was cleaned up, both halls.

It wasn't me or Tom. The last time we left the halls, they were full with wood and metal. I know for a fact it wasn't any of my co-workers. And during the night, there are very few people even roaming the area in the first place. The only people even allowed on the premise are Alba, my company, Diaz, a second company, mopping the floors, and doing other type of cleaning after we remove the heavy stuff, and then security.

My co-workers had more than enough to do cleaning their own holes. The Diaz guys don't clean up anything that is big or wood or metal, and, well, the security guys don't clean anything at all. The long break that me and Tom took must have been, been around two hours, estimation. In other words, we left the halls, everything full with metal and wood, returned approximately two hours later, everything was clean. Any explanation is appreciated.

P.S. After we saw what we saw, keep in mind we had nothing to do anymore since everything was cleaned, we were in such disbelief that the best explanation we had was that our The boss saw the halls, realized we didn't clean anything, and then killed us in rage. And what we're experiencing now is some kind of afterlife. It was obviously meant as a joke, but for a second I wanted to believe that just so I could have any explanation. Hi, Raven. I've listened to the podcast for a very long time now, always thinking about submitting. But the question has always been, how do I choose just one?

There's too much to tell in one story. Short version, I fought with the living glitch for most of my life. Bad, vile fighting. The sense of needing to be constantly on guard or regretting it when I let myself relax. Needing to always be alert to whatever new prank might come next. Forced into detective mode to figure out what new insane thing had just happened in order to fix it. like firecrackers going off at random behind you all the time and the worst part is feeling alone and dealing with it

no one else believes the firecrackers exist so while you know that the events happen to you on a constant basis with such precise comedic timing as to cause maximum humiliation and that you would know in your heart you're lying to yourself if you try to insist it was all just a string of several thousand coincidences. It doesn't matter. So, you have to keep your mouth shut. I have friends who are endlessly supportive of my mental or physical illness,

but if I bring up the glitches, I either get a stony silence or a well-meaning but condescending explanation of why what I'm saying can't possibly be true. What I lived through can't be true. because they've never experienced it, therefore it's not real. It's hard when people who care about you otherwise will leave you feeling more alone than ever when you need them the most. I've been receiving mental health care since I was four years old. I've been on nearly every type of psychiatric medication that you can think of.

Most have had no effect or just drowsiness. I never black out. I never have missing time. never hallucinate, visual, or audio. I don't have schizophrenia. I don't have DID. I don't have alien hand syndrome. I have C-P-T-S-D for sure, plus bipolar and ADHD.

I understand their symptoms. I manage them well, and they're not enough to account for the glitches. I keep notes. 150 pages of them. I'm cognizant of confirmation by, and always tried to not include anything that was my own fault, or just bad luck. Sometimes I got so angry, those false positives crept in anyway. Yet there were plenty that, when I reread them, I'd feel my chest tighten,

things that could not have been caused by random chance, my own carelessness, or subconscious self-sabotage. It's a very strange emotion to feel simultaneous vindication, and dread at the implications of having been right. My glitches tend to come in bunches that happen throughout the day. Each one timed so that I won't be able to cool down from the previous one, inflaming my anger worse and worse and worse. Anger is misery.

I've given myself a throat pull-up from screaming. I've worried that I was on the verge of a heart attack. Imagine that you're trying to clean a floor, and a cruel prankster keeps squirting ketchup on it. Every single time that you finish. But I doubt you want to hear a story about 50 small typos, flickers, stumbles, and nitpicks, so I'll tell you about the vacation incidents. I don't know how far back the pattern goes.

The first one that feels right is when I was going to a large convention to meet two dear friends of mine who I had known online for three years. On the day that my train was scheduled to depart, I was walking out of a store that I'd been to hundreds of times and tripped on a one-inch high curb. I fell and landed with my entire weight on the side of my right hand. The pain was incredible. My friends started rapidly driving me home while I sat in the passenger seat, going semi-deaf and semi-blind from shock. We called the EMTs, but after a short watch, while the pain was going down.

Everyone around me sensibly recommended that I cancel the trip, and that I go to the emergency room. But I thought of the friends that I wanted to meet, and how this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I chose to swadle my hand and just go to the convention anyway. This was the right decision. Those friendships I made have been some of the strongest of my lifetime. during the convention, my hand was in almost no pain at all.

I had restricted movement, but it almost never hurt. I returned home with a wicked cold that didn't go away for two weeks, so I went to a doctor for some antibiotics. On a whim, I asked if you would x-ray my hand. Turns out, my fourth and fifth metacarpal bones were shattered like glass fluorescent light bulbs. In exchange for two lifelong friends, friendships, the cost was three surgeries, a big, ugly scar, and an inability to curl my pinky. Good deal, in my opinion. That set the tone of a pattern. It went like this. Every time I would

go on vacation to visit friends, something, quote, very special would happen right before I left. Sometimes a single big incident would happen during. But otherwise, all the hundreds of incidents that would drive me insane in my daily life would be gone during the duration of the trip. Gone. I cannot emphasize that enough. Like living in a room full of black smoke, and then visiting a place with fresh air for a week. Like having bad tinnitus vanish completely for two weeks before coming back again.

I had suspected that it had an intelligence, but this pattern also suggested that it had a range. Or, as I came to consider, maybe certain people negated its effects. It could never stop me from going, but it could give me a nasty parting gift. Or keep one away from me. In preparation for another trip, where I would be on a train for 40 hours, I had bought myself, a present to open on the ride. I collect Transformers, and this was a high-end third-party toy. I pre-ordered it with months to spare, but then the delays began.

It was taking an unusually long time for this item to arrive at the online store, and then it took an unusually long time for the store to ship my item out. I started feeling certain that, against all odds, the package would be delayed until the exact exact. day after I left, because that would be, quote, funny. USPS took an unusually long time to ship the package. When it arrived at our post office, the day before I left, they somehow managed to lose it for 24 hours.

I called, and it should have been on the truck out for delivery that morning, but it just wasn't. So, I left on my trip, and my family let me know the next day that it had to be. arrived. So what, you might say? It's just a toy. It was safe and sound when I got home two weeks later. The point was that it kept something from me just to show me that it could. I should not have been able to predict this. It meant for seeing delays at every single step of transit, each one less likely than the last, based on nothing more than I think some cosmic Gremlin is screwing with me, and giving its sense of humor, this is what will happen.

In no sane world, should I have been so certain in my prediction. It would be easier if I was just crazy. With each trip, I got better and better at foreseeing and preventing things that could go wrong. Since I'd been bored stiff on the last 40-hour ride, when I visited those friends again, I brought my first laptop. I filled it with things to enjoy on the train. I got on board without incidents. Eight hours in, the laptop gave me a battery low warning,

even though I had plugged it into the outlet beside my seat. I looked at the clear plastic power cord, and there were little sparks of fire inside it. I had taken extensive precautions for the laptop itself. I never thought the cord would die. So, that left 32 hours of being glad. glad that I brought some books along, too. On another visit, my trip journal was erased.

I keep one every time because my brain used to be very bad about remembering good memories, a consequence of too much time spent on the lookout for bad ones. So these journals were my memory. If someone erased one of them, that would be unforgivable. This one, I still don't know how it happened. but some kind of error caused the file to not just get deleted but overwritten. So not even my friend who built my computer could find a way to recover it. This one did happen during the trip itself, but it fit the pattern of one big incident per trip and virtually nothing else.

Another time the whole morning screwed up. I'm unable to drive, so a family member was taking me to the train station. somehow, despite us normally being very punctual, we both independently misremembered my departure time, meaning that we had planned to give ourselves well over an hour to get up and get ready. That was now cut down to 15 minutes. And when we got outside, the Michigan winter had frozen the car door lock on my side of the door,

so the door wouldn't stay shut. I had to physically hold it closed on the dryover. and then it took bungee cables to drive it back. When I was standing on the platform, I checked my watch, and it died when I looked at it. Another watch I bought at a drugstore. Outside the Chicago train station also died within a few hours of me putting it on. Then, I realized my wallet was gone. With the train due in five minutes, I retraced my steps,

hoping I was right that I remembered leaving the house with it. I scanned my footprints in the snow, hoping no one picked it up and stole it and then ran down the stairs to the parking lot to search the car. My wallet was underneath the seat. It had slid out of my pants by coincidence. Ha ha. I got back to the platform literally as the train was showing up. Another time, a friend showed up to drive me to their place, so I didn't have to deal with any trains. Why did I never go by plane, you ask?

With my luck, I don't want to be cavity searched or crash into the ocean, thanks. So getting there went smooth. We planned to go to a convention. My friend gave me the tickets, and I put them in my wallet for safekeeping. Then, a little later, I felt an impulse to take them out and stick them underneath a book. This was not a voice in my head, but more like a post-hift. hypnotic suggestion, like someone inserting a programmed response, making me feel sleepy enough to not pay attention to what I was doing and forget it afterwards.

On the day of the convention, we were about to go in, and then the memory returned. My friends had to stand around waiting at the cafe while I wasted $40 of my own money on a taxi ride back to the apartment to get the tickets. They forgave me, but I felt embarrassed. embarrassed as hell. This was not the first time I had had that dopey, just do it, don't think about it, it'll be fine feeling,

which later turned out to be setting a trap. Do you see the personality that was emerging? It couldn't ever stop me, but it could throw a roadblock in my path. Something to make me stumble. Something to make it clear that I was not ever allowed to forget this thing existed. This last incident broke me.

I knew the pattern by then. I'd spent years fighting this thing, figuring out its BS with inductive reasoning, and I was ready to go on one damn trip to meet a new friend, and have nothing go wrong this time. I prepared for everything. I don't want to relate to every detail, but I made lists and contingencies,

absolutely everything I could possibly imagine going wrong. I cut off every single possible access point that it could have stuck its filthy little fingers into. So the day came. My train was due in an hour. It was raining. I called a cab not wanting to risk getting my luggage wet waiting for a bus. I stood on the porch. The taxi didn't come.

I looked at my watch. Half an hour passed. Time was running short and the taxi still wasn't showing up. I started calling the company repeatedly and getting no answer. 15 minutes, 10 minutes, 5 minutes, too late. I forget when, but I finally made it through on the phone to the company. The driver's boss told me that the cab driver had gone missing and wasn't responding. He had gone missing.

He wasn't responding to his radio and they had no idea where he was. Do you understand that? I had planned for everything that could possibly go wrong, except for the one thing I had zero control over. I still have no idea what happened to that driver, and I really hope that he's all right. So that was when I first downloaded Lyft. I was able to get another station further along the train's path,

and I went on the rest of my trip as planned. but I was ruined the entire time, unable to enjoy myself. I don't think that I was very good company, but how would you like to have inescapable proof in your life that magic is real but only bad magic? The story does have a happy ending, eventually, years later. Turns out, if you keep fighting with someone long enough, you learn all their moves and they learn yours. and you both get so burned out that negotiations can finally begin. Maybe I'll submit that story too, but it'll be hard to figure out how to compress it.

Anyways, have a good day, everyone. I hope I'm not just losing my mind, but I think that something is going on around me. So you know how in video games, stuff you aren't looking at, unloads to save up memory? I'm convinced that something like this is happening to me after yesterday. For a few years now, I would notice situations where I was walking down the street, and some random passers-by were talking. I would look down on my phone for a couple of seconds to check some messages, and for some reason, their conversations stop mid-sentence.

I would look back up, and they were still in the same place, same pose, and their conversation unpaused right where it stopped. I always thought that situations like these, there were a lot, are accidents because whenever I was actively thinking about it, you know, paying attention, which is what really matters in this, I think, it wouldn't work. However, what happened to me yesterday has me convinced that something is not right with the time around me. I was walking back home from walking my aunt's dog and listening to music on full blast. I was in the zone, so I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings. I crossed the street next to a roundabout, and a bus had to stop for me. Right as I crossed, I stopped and pulled out my phone.

A song in my playlist came on, but I wanted a different one, so I leave that one on still jamming out, whilst looking through my playlist for the one I actually want. So I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings for a full three months. minutes. I ended up listening to the whole song before I changed to the one that I wanted, so I'm sure of the three minutes passing. And when I look back up, the bus is in the exact same place it was on the roundabout as three minutes ago, when I stopped looking at it. Now, there were other cars there, so if the bus randomly stopped, I would definitely have noticed the car horns, but no. Also, a bus can't just sort of start to start.

moving from a spot like a car can, if you know what I mean. It has to get going first to reach some speed. And this bus wasn't crawling like they do when they start their route. At least the old ones in my town have to crawl a bit before getting up to speed. I'm very confused about it. I talked with one of my friends about it and he said that he sometimes notices stuff like that too. And just like me, it's only when we don't pay attention to our surroundings. Do we live in a simulation, and the computer is saving on processing power by ignoring stuff when we aren't paying attention to it?

Hi, Raven. I hope you and patients are doing well, and your move is going smoothly. Thank you. I want to thank you for giving us this platform to tell our stories. No matter the subject of the stories you tell, your voice and narration calm my mind and allow me to get to sleep faster than I have ever been able to before. Well, thank you for that as well. That's always the intent. I'm not sure if this would qualify as a Mandela effect or a paranormal category. So I'll let you decide where to put it. I grew up in the smallest town in the United States, probably. Our school was K through 12 and had less than 500 students.

Everyone knew everyone in their families, their dogs, cats, vehicles, homes, histories, and habits. A few years after I graduated, I heard through the great. grapevine that a schoolmate had passed away. He was one of a pair of brothers. We'll call him Matt and his older brother Carl. At the time, I was working two jobs and couldn't get off work to go to his wake. About two months later, I was grocery shopping, and I saw Matt in the store. I was dumbfounded, but then assumed that I had just heard the wrong brother had passed.

After all, small-town grapefines are not always reliable. Not sure of what to say to him, I didn't mention the passing. Another couple of friends joined the conversation, the four of us blocked the aisle for about ten minutes, talking about day-to-day, what you've been up to kind of rhetoric. Still in bewilderment, I looked at the faces of our other friends to see if they were just as confused as I was. They showed no sign of confusion. So, I went ahead with the assumption that I had just been missing. informed. When the conversation was over, we hugged each other's necks and went on our merry ways.

About three weeks later, I was talking with my best friend. She mentioned that Matt and Carl's mother was having trouble with Carl's behavior since his brother had passed. I was stunned, and for a few moments could not say anything. I finally asked her if she was confused because I thought Carl was the one who had passed. She corrected me saying, How could you get them confused? They looked nothing alike. I told her about the conversation I'd had with Matt

and our other friends at the store. She said that three of us were talking to a ghost because Matt was no longer with us. Refusing to believe that I've lost my mind, I contacted the two other friends that had joined my and Matt's conversation. They confirmed that we had indeed had the conversation with Matt in the grocery store.

They had also just assumed that they had been misinformed that day. Not knowing how to process what we had experienced, the three of us just agreed to not mention it again and went about our lives. Hey, Raven, this has become one of my favorite podcasts over the past year, and the glitch in the Matrix episodes are some of my favorites. So I finally figured it was time for me to send in some of my own. This happened in summer of 2022. I was living in a temporary sublet with an acquaintance whose apartment was shockingly messy,

skittering with roaches and a cat that I was allergic to. This week was particularly hot, and with no air conditioning I took any excuse I could to get out of the house. At the time, I was also selling a particular green item to supplement my income alongside my regular shift jobs cooking and bartending. I've lived in Brooklyn for a number of years, in the same neighborhood bouncing between apartments, like many 20-somethings, but all within about a mile radius of each other. The streets in this area are predominantly laid out in a grid pattern, and I bike almost everywhere. Because of all this, I'm pretty familiar with the area, and I find it rather easy to navigate. This is all relevant to the story, I promise. This particular night, I had gotten a text asking for a delivery.

I had never met at their place before, but I was happy to get out of the house, and I mapped out the route. The address was barely a 10-minute bike ride, and basically a straight shot east about eight blocks, and over one street to the left. Although I had a clear sense of how to get there, I decided to plug it into my phone's GPS with the audio on in my headphones, along with my music, just in case I lost track and went too far. Once I set out on my path, I was overcome with the sense of bliss. The night was warm but not too hot, and the breeze flowing over me while biking felt amazing. This route was totally flat, neither uphill nor downhill, keep this in mind.

Once I got there, the exchange was quick and seamless. I remember very vividly thinking that I wished the ride had been longer, enjoying the feeling of being on a bike. I know I have autonomy and easily could have taken it upon myself to ride around randomly for longer, but I felt a bit aimless and figured I should just head back home. Since I had just biked this route minutes earlier and it was such a straight shot, I felt no need to turn on the navigation on the way back. I turned my playlist back on and started back the same way. I felt the same sense of bliss as I biked back. I was alone on the road and flying along. I approached a hill and I remember smiling visibly as I sped down it,

feeling light and free. It took a couple of minutes before I snapped back to reality and realized I had no idea where I was. How did I end up riding downhill when I didn't bike uphill? to get there. I'd gone back the exact same way I'd come, but I didn't recognize my surroundings anymore. I pulled up my GPS

and found that I was in a completely different area than I should have been, and over a 20-minute ride from my house, in a completely different direction. It must be said that regardless of my side hustle at the time, I didn't partake much in smoking, and I was not high at the time. I was so confused as to how I'd gotten there,

but as a believer in these things, I decided it was the universe allowing me to go for a longer ride. Not a scary glitch, but kind of wholesome and comforting. Like I had a playful spirit guy doing me a favor. Of course, I've also tried convincing myself that I must have taken a wrong turn, which obviously seems plausible. But when I'm about the facts and timeline in my head, there's just no way.

Biking less than 10 minutes became a 25-minute ride away. And I know I headed back the same route that I had come from. It just felt like a tiny, unexplainable gift. And I'm grateful to have experienced it. So this story isn't scary or scary. completely insane, like some of them that I've listened to on your channel, but it was definitely a glitch, if I've ever had one. I do love this podcast, and I find myself listening any time I have free time to do so, so

here's my minimal glitch that, for me, just kind of solidified the fact that there are definitely different timelines, or sometimes things get mixed up. I'm a server at a strictly southern chain of restaurants. We wear aprons that have three pockets in them. One on the left, one in the middle, and one on the right-hand side. We have ticket books that we use to write customer orders on, which I keep in my left pocket. My cash tips go in my middle pocket, and my ink pens needed for signing receipts and writing tickets go on my right. A little bit of OCD here, so it is always this way.

Any server knows that a good ink pen can make or break your tickets, and it just overrefer, overall makes you feel good to have a really good ink pen. I work the morning shift at my job, so on this particular morning, I arrived at work, I had purchased two packs of my favorite ink pens, which had two in a pack, and sat on my front passenger seat in the car next to me. As I sat in my car about to start work for the day, I opened one pack of the new ink pens, placed them in my right pocket of my apron, which I was wearing, left the empty package on the seat,

with the other unopened package, then grabbed my things and headed inside. Our ticket books have a couple of things on them that have to be filled out before we start our shifts. Like our names have to be written at the bottom of each one. We have a menu test, which helps us remember the pricing of the food we sell, and we have a log that shows how many tickets we had and how many we sell, with the date and store number. So when I enter work, I grab a ticket book, make myself some coffee and set down to fill out all of this while I'm waiting to start my shift. I sit down, I place my ticket book on the table in front of me,

and I reach to the right pocket of my apron that I'm wearing for one of the brand new pens that I had just placed there. Except there is no pen. Not only did I place two in there, but I don't even have one. Odd, I think. So I check the middle pocket, and again, no pen. pens. Weird. So I checked the left pocket, and believe it or not, no pens. Not a single one anywhere in my apron. I take the apron off, thinking there's no way and folded it in my hands, which would obviously tell me if there was anything inside of it, because it's made of cloth.

Still, not even one single pen to be found. Now, this is odd, because I know that I literally five minutes before, opened a brand new pack of my favorite pens and placed them in my pocket. But, seeing as how it's early and maybe I'm just crazy, I decided to go back to my car for the other pens that I knew were lying on my passenger seat unopened. When I got to my car, I see in the passenger seat two packs of pens. The opened one that is empty, because I just placed them in my pocket, right? And one that has two in it and is unopened. There are no loose pens anywhere to be seen in the car. I shrug it off, running behind for clocking in on my shift and open the unopened pack,

placing both pens in my right pocket, empty package on the seat next to the other empty package, and go back inside to finish my ticket book before clocking in. I get back inside, sit down with my ticket book, reach into my right pocket for an ink pen, and guess what? I now have four brand new ink pens in my right pocket. Now, like I said, this isn't a scary story or even really that significant compared to others, but the fact that not only did I know I had put the first set of pens in the pocket, I had taken my apron off, folding it around, searching for them before going all the way back to my car for the other two,

only to return and now have all four of them. This was definitely a glitch, and I've never really had anything more significant than this happen, but it was enough to know that there are infinite timelines that coexist that may switch back and forth numerous times without us ever even noticing. Thank you for listening, and remember if you can't find your pen, you may only be a timeline away from four. I don't remember when this was exactly, but it was pre-pandemic. I'm sure I posted about it on my dream-width blog, but I don't feel like going through the years of blog posts to find it. But I'm pretty sure I was living at the apartment before my current one when this happened, because I didn't move here until after the pandemic had started.

Another relevant bit, I have a friend that I visit semi-regularly who lives at the same building as one of my previous apartments, not the one from my clothing glitch story. I use public transit and I frequently stay over late into the night. The night this glitch happened, I had walked to a bus stop on line 72 by what I think was a gas station, if I remember correctly. And while waiting there, this older woman who I thought might have been a drug addict for reasons that are hard to describe even to myself,

certain kind of drug addicts just have a distinct vibe to them, you know. She started bothering me. I think it started with wanting a light for her cigarette. I don't smoke or drink or do any kind of recreational drugs apart from caffeine, but I don't really recall the details. I just know that I was bothered enough that I left the bus stop and started walking to the next bus stop. It was night, but there was enough light from streetlights that I memorized her appearance easily enough. And also, I kept looking back to make sure that,

she wasn't following me. I could still hear her at the bus stop even after walking for about six or seven minutes, because she was still standing under the streetlight, and my vision is much more acute than it seems to be for most people. On a clear day, I can see individual leaves on trees at the horizon. I also have good enough night vision that, as a kid, I never understood people's fear of the dark until I realized that other people can't really see in the dark as well as I can.

I assure you this is all still relevant. When I got on the bus, I looked back one last time and saw that she was still there. Likely one of those kinds of people that hangs out at bus stops despite not needing the bus. Though she was far enough away

that I wasn't entirely sure it was her, she wasn't on the bus when I got on. Now for the glitch. The bus gets going and stops three stops away. The door opens, and the exact same woman from the previous bus stop got on

and walked right by me. Same face, same hair, same clothes, same everything, which was impossible. Maybe Usain Bolt could have run that distance in that short of a time and hidden it from me by running along one of the side roads if that area had had a side road to do that on,

which it didn't. One would have to walk or run a whole city block back, find the nearest side road, go up that side road until a point well past the stop the bus had stopped at, and then run back towards the bus. Again, maybe Usain Bolt could do it, but this woman had to have been in her late 50s or 60s. It was a smoker and probably did other drugs. She was giving no sign at all of having as much a. walked a little too fast. I mean, even if I was somehow wrong about her having been at the first bus stop still when the bus had stopped at that stop, I think even most people with average eyesight doing as I had done would have known she was still there,

at least long enough that she could not possibly have run even to the bus stop I got on without them spotting her, much less three full stops ahead of me. either the woman teleported, there was a glitch in the Matrix, or she's got an identical twin sister with identical fashion sense, who aged identically to her sister and just so happened to get on the same bus line that her sister had been at a stop for, like a mile or two down the road from her. And none of those are very satisfying or likely answers. Occam's razor is stomped by this one, as am I.

I welcome any other possible explanations for this. And just a note, I have no history of visual hallucinations, and have only experienced an auditory hallucination once in my life. I do have mental illnesses, but those are just depression and anxiety, and again, no drugs or alcohol. Even if I was tempted by alcohol's numbing properties, it always smells to me like raw sewage. I honestly wasn't sure where I should put this story,

the paranormal or the glitch in the matrix, but I've decided on the latter because with things like ghost and spirits, especially if it's loved ones, I feel that they still kind of adhere to the physical plane's rule to an extent. And that's not the case here.

The year was 2012, so I was 17 at the time. And while some people were anticipating the end of the world in December, I remember that, my world ended in March when my grandmother passed away. It came out of nowhere

for everyone. She went to take a nap and never woke up again. It's needless to say that everyone in the family was devastated, me included. I cried myself to sleep that same night and wound up having a dream about her that gave me some closure of sorts. That's a story for the paranormal side of things, so maybe I'll write that at a later date. Let's fast forward to May of the same year. I, along with my mom and sister, were living with my great-grandmother, the mother of my grandmother.

The house she lived in was old, I think. I'm not 100% sure how long she lived there, but I can say that she lived there for about half of her life, until she died at the age of 83 and 2013, one year after the death of her only daughter. The house was small, but cozy. Its side yard was even smaller, yet just as comforting, despite, how dangerous the neighborhood had gotten over the years. I sometimes like to step outside for a bit to take in the fresh air. Decorating the area was a swinging bench, some lawn decor,

and many pots and pans containing plants. One being a large clay pot containing small flowers of varying colors. And the reason for me writing this story. I will say that I wasn't sure what kind of flowers they were, just that they were small and came in yellow, white, red, and purple. I want to say that they were petunias, and why this is important to tell is because of what happened on Mother's Day.

It was the first Mother's Day without my grandmother, but we still planned to make it a happy one. We're farm believers and ghosts and the paranormal, so we've collectively felt that my grandmother was still with us, and would still want us to enjoy the day. So, as I've done a couple times before, I stepped out to the side yard for a bit of fresh air. just looking around, until my eyes landed on the pot of petunias. Only most of the petunias were gone, and were replaced by tall stalks of calla lilies. I stood still and stared at the pot in bewilderment, thinking, wait, those lilies weren't there yesterday, were they?

In all my 17 years of visiting my great-grandmother, I've never once seen calla-lilies among her plants. I went back inside to tell my mother and sister, and they were also perplexed, as they remembered the pot being filled with petunias the day before. I don't think there was even a hint of a lily growing. While I am a believer in the fantastic side of things, I try to remain a skeptic,

and think of more logical explanations first. I thought about cross-breeding and that the petunia flowers just changed into lilies, but that made zero sense for many reasons, such as the fact that petunias and lilies are from different families of flowers altogether, and such method of cross-breeding would be incredibly difficult. My second thought was that a seed or bulb was planted without us knowing, and while that could have been possible, there was one crucial reason why I didn't think this was the case either.

The lilies disappeared the next day, and never grew again. At the time we all believed that the lilies were a gift from my late grandmother, and while a part of me still thinks this now, after hearing so many glitch in the Matrix stories, I can't help but feel that these lilies were perhaps from a different timeline. Maybe one where lilies instead of petunias were planted, or maybe my grandmother planted them in a parallel universe as a gift for her mother. Who knows?

I'm still wondering to this day, I'm even looking at the pictures we took of the pot now. The thing that gets me is that there were zero hints of the lilies growing there. I looked it up to see how long it would take for a lily to grow in bloom, and it's just not possible. It was like it popped into existence overnight before disappearing the next night. The pot, once again, contains petunias without a single sign of the lily's presence. First, some background.

Every year growing up as a child preparing for Christmas was a huge part of the fun leading up to the big day. I like decorating for Christmas, the Christmas tree, and helping with other holiday decor. But as a small child, I always felt a touch of sadness while setting up the manger, because the donkey had a broken leg. I can't exactly remember what the pieces were made of,

but it was some type of ceramic material, and the bottom half of one of the donkey's legs was broken off. and had been that way ever since my mom could remember. My mom always reminded me, Don't worry, God loves all creatures, and had encouraged me to include the donkey along with everything else. I'd always taken great care to lean the donkey against the inside of the manger, or against another piece from the manger set,

so that it could stand as upright and normal as possible. Fast forward to the day of the glitch. By now I'm in my early to mid-teens, and at a point in my life where the smaller things like decorating a Christmas tree or setting up holiday decor had become like chores, versus something I looked forward to. With the hustle and bustle of life, no one in the family had set up the manger that year and the weeks before Christmas. So, on Christmas Day, just having finished opening our Christmas presents and still sitting in a sea of wrapping paper along with my brother, three years younger, and my father, My mom went to the basement to get the manger,

then handed it to me to unwrap the pieces and set up. When I got to the donkey, I exclaimed, Wow, Mom, you finally fixed the leg. My mom responded with, What are you talking about? And then handed her the donkey, now with four perfect legs, and said, The donkey with the broken leg, you fixed it. Knowing that I'm the house prankster,

and that my dad and brother would not have done, it. Her jaw dropped, and face went white as a ghost, and she calmly said, It wasn't me. That's not funny. From the look on her face and tone of her voice, I could tell that she wanted to believe it was me playing a prank, but knew based on my reaction that I had not fixed the donkey's leg as a prank. Mind you, my dad and brother are the types who can't find the mustard in the fridge if it's behind a single bottle of soda, let alone locate where my mom stores this manger in the inner depths of the basement. And aside from me, my family is just not the type to play pranks, let alone something like this.

In fact, they're terrible pranksters, and the handful of times I recall any one of them having attempted even a small prank, it would be over in a matter of seconds with bursts of laughter from whoever was attempting said prank. Nonetheless, after a logical round of you did it, and no I didn't, among the four of us, all the while maintaining death stare-type eye contact without any of us coming close to bursting into laughter, it quickly became apparent to all of us that no one in my family was playing a prank about having fixed the donkey's leg. And it's not like we hand other family, guests, or anyone else over to our house

that would have been even in that part of her basement, where the manger was kept in storage, let alone to be able to find the manger place and do something like this. Our large basement was cluttered beyond imagination, and my mom kept the manger in a far corner in the basement amidst a massive pile of Christmas paraphernalia, inside a protective box, and with many other boxes and things stored around or on top of it.

I even remember how we all installed, expected the legs of the donkey to look for even the slightest bit of unevenness that surely would have been present after gluing together the two broken pieces of ceramic, if not perfectly aligned. But there was nothing. All four legs of the donkey were perfect. My mom was extremely touched by this experience. Both of her parents had passed away within about six months of each other, so she'd been feeling very down that particular Christmas, being her first Christmas without them on this earth plane.

In the months after their passing, she had experienced several other signs from beyond, particularly during times where she felt sad or anxious. As a result, she just knew this experience was special, and another sure sign that all was going to be okay. Her other experiences were heartwarming and all very positive, but this one being a shared experience, slash glitch, and also more concrete, no pun intended, is by far the most spectacular. Hi, Raven, I found your podcast back at the end of December of 2024. I've been listening to it a lot during work, as I worked the overnight shift, and it helps the nights go by quicker.

The story actually happens at my job. I, female, 24, work at a massive retail company, Wallyworld. So, we have these company-issued work phones that we use to do our jobs, and my specific job requires that I use the phone pretty much all night every night. My phone also has a little set of beads attached to it so that I can distinguish it as being mine, and that way it's easy to see if I have to leave it on a shelf. Sometimes I'll put the beads around my wrist and swing my phone while I'm walking. This detail is importance to the story. Anyway, I was using the phone the other morning towards the end of my shift to work on the reset that I was doing.

When we finish resetting a section, we have to see. Scan each aisle location label for each section, so that way it gets confirmed to the spot, and it's easier for the online grocery shoppers to find it, and so you can easily direct customers in the store to find products. Once again, I use my work phone for all of my work functions, and I don't use my regular phone unless my work phone is dead. I specifically remember using my work phone, too, because I use a spray to clean the shelves when I do the rest of it. reset. And if the spray gets in my phone screen, it leaves these little dried speckles of spray on it. I went to my break as normal. I went out to my car, came back inside, and finished confirming the reset. I had gone back and forth between the back room as well to bring the items that were supposed to go to

clearance, and then when I was done with the reset, I had to go and help stock in cosmetics. I get over to cosmetics, and my phone is nowhere to be found. I checked in my pockets, I checked in my work bag, I checked all over my work cart, and I even went back to the back room to talk to the ladies who work back there and they didn't see it. And it was not in the aisle that I did the reset on. So at this point, I'm panicking. Because they say if we lose the phone or it gets stolen, it's $500. And I cannot afford to pay $500 to replace a silly work phone. I checked under the shelves.

I then told my manager, Hey, I can't find my work phone. She just said that she would keep an eye out for it. I told a couple of other people, too, and they said that they would keep an eye out and bring it up to customer service if they found it. I even went up to customer service to see if a customer had brought it up, because the store was open at that point,

but they had nothing. I kind of gave up at this point, thinking that someone would find it and turn it in, and I would just get it back later that night. I had to give one of my co-workers slash friends a ride home from work that day. She also had helped me look for the phone, so she knew what the situation was. We walk out to my car, and she opens the passenger door and looks up at me and says, Dude, your phone is literally on the seat. I pause, and I look at her and look inside the car, and sure enough,

It was on the seat. I freaked out. How the heck did my phone end up on the passenger seat in my car? I know I remember using it because, like I said, it had the little speckles on the screen, and I remember touching them. I also remember doing that little swinging thing that I mentioned prior as I was going to the back room at one point. I don't really see any way that she could have pranked me.

She's not that type of person anyway. She worked in a completely different side of the store from me that night, and honestly in the amount of time it would have taken her to come from where she worked, all the way over to my area of the store and then back to her area, I wasn't gone long enough for that to happen. It's just not like her at all to play that kind of prank on me, or anyone for that matter. I've had people joke with me before that since I was born in the 3 a.m. hour,

I attract a bunch of weird things. I've had plenty of paranormal experiences as well as experiences with UFOs. Is this just another one of those weird things that I've attracted? If you'd want to hear about my other experiences, let me know. Consider this me letting you know. Anyway, Raven, I love the podcast, keep it up. Like I said before, it helps my nights go by a lot faster at work, and the stories are very intriguing.

It's also nice to know that I'm not alone in this strange world. Hi, Raven. I was thrilled when you read one of my glitch stories on a recent episode, so I thought I would share another one. This happened a couple of weeks ago when it's a fairly minor glitch, but it did freak me out, and I'm still scratching my head about what exactly happened. I sell clothing and other items on a popular resale site.

I got a notification that I had sold a dress late on a Friday night and had planned to ship the item out to the buyer the following Monday. Now, Thursday night, I had injured my foot quite severely. Broken toe, foot all bruised and swollen. I could not really walk or put any weight on it for several days, i.e., the whole weekend. So I spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, mostly just lying on the couch, watching TV, or sitting at my computer with my foot propped up on a pillow. I promise this foot injury will become important when I get to the glitch.

Monday morning I got up and the first thing on my to-do list was to pack up the dress that I sold and get it ready to take to the post office. I keep all the stuff that I'm selling in a small back bedroom. It's either folded up in plastic bins or hanging on a bar along the wall. So I went back there and, started looking through the bins. The dress was not in any of them. I checked to see if maybe I had hung it up on the bar.

It was not there either, so at that point I was like, where the heck is it? I checked all the bins again, taking every item out, but it was just not there. I'm very meticulous about keeping my items organized and in one room only. but I thought maybe for some reason I had hung it in my own bedroom instead. So I checked my bedroom closet and even looked through all the shelves at the top of the closet. As expected, it was not in any of those places. I spent probably 40 minutes looking for this stupid dress before finally accepting that I was going to have to email the buyer

and sheepishly tell them that I can't find the item they bought and that I'll have to cancel the sale and refund their payment. I went to sit down at my computer to log in to the site and email the buyer. And then there's the dress. Sitting in its bag on top of my printer right in front of my desk. I said out loud to no one, what the F? And this is where my injured foot comes into the equation. I could barely walk all weekend.

As I already mentioned, I spent the majority of that time either lying down or sitting with my foot up at my desk. At no time during the weekend did I see the dress sitting there, right in front of the desk. Also, in order to get to this dress, I would have had to not only walk all the way to the back of the house, I also would have had to either climb a step ladder or get on a chair to reach the bin where the dress was stored.

Get it down, get the dress out, and get back on the ladder to put the bin back. All with a painfully broken foot. Yet, I had absolutely no memory of going into the back room, no memory of digging through the bins, and no memory of putting it there on top of my printer at any time in the previous three days. When I woke up Monday morning, my first thought was that I had to find that dress so I could pack it up. And yet, at some point between Friday and Sunday,

I had already found it and put it by my desk. Yeah, we all forget we've done things sometimes, but normally when you see the thing, it triggers some memory of, oh, right, I did that the other day. I have zero memory of anything involved with finding this dress, and after racking my brain, I still have no idea when, or if I did this. I am a skeptical person, and I always try to find a logical or scientific reason when weird things happen. The only thing I can think of to rationalize what caused this blind spot in my memory is that I was in a lot of pain for most of the weekend. So maybe I grabbed it at some point but was in a brain fog because of the pain and that's why I don't remember.

I wasn't taking any drugs or painkillers that could have messed with my cognition, so it wasn't that. My husband doesn't remember seeing me do it, but he said, you've been selling on that site for a couple of years and you always go get the item out of the storage as soon as you see that you've sold it, so you probably just did it automatically without even thinking about it.

In my mind, either, one, I completely disassociated at some point during the weekend, two, I'm losing my mind and or am in the early stages of dementia, or three, it was a minor but quite vexing glitch in the Matrix. Hello, Raven. I work as a delivery guy and listen to your podcasts all the time, especially glitches in the Matrix. Finally, I had enough time to submit one of my own. I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes. To completely understand my story, I must tell you a few things, which won't make sense at first, but at the end they will. I live in a small town in the Czech Republic.

It consists of about 2,000 people. Everybody knows each other well here, and you also need to know that, in my country, we typically do shots of alcohol to the dead people to keep the memory and pay respects to them. My story happened a few years ago. It was a time just after high school. None of the boys had girlfriends at the time, so we were hanging out a lot. We used to go to the pub, grab a few beers, watch some sort of. sports on TV, reminisce on school times and have fun together. It's kind of a tradition in our country. We're not alcoholics, it's just the way that it is here. This year was very strange. We always

reminisce on our school times as the better days, and it was three times that we did shots to the teachers who had died. None of them were too old, and none of us expected that they would pass that soon. The first one was our class teacher. She was like a second mother to us. Next was our physics teacher. We used to make fun of him in his class, but he was strict. But he was always fair to us. And the third one was our art teacher. He was older than the previous ones mentioned, but he was very warm and had a kind voice. And every time he entered our classroom, he would say, Good morning wishes to you, sit down. This sentence will make sense. later on.

I remember that night. We all talked about him, raised the shots, and remembered how he was. I specifically remember my two friends in raising the glass of vodka for his respects. My friends said, That's already three of our teachers who were gone forever. What a loss. God rest his soul. And then we raised the shots.

From this moment, our lives with our friends had been more separated than back then. One of my friends got a girlfriend and he spent most of the time with her, and I started working as a pizza delivery person, so I had very long shifts. It was a rough time for me to hop in for the first time to a full-time job. It was horrible work. I found myself getting up to the alarm, having coffee and a cigarette, then going to the shop for water. It was a routine. One day, like any other, I was doing my routine. I got up, had coffee, and went to the shop.

I entered and went my usual route for the water. As I went to my usual way, I stopped near the fruit and wanted to grab some apples for breakfast. And there he was, standing, just looking at the fruit, my art teacher, who had passed about a year prior. My mouth went all the way down. How is this possible? I said to myself that he probably just. just had a brother or a twin, but then he said an odd sentence to greet me with that same warm and kind voice that he had.

Good morning, wishes to you. I froze. No way. It was him 100%. I greeted him back and then went for my water. I couldn't stop thinking about this the entire day. In our small town, everyone knows each other. There was no way he had a brother and no one knew about it.

I could not get it out of my head. So I called the boys to meet in a pub over the weekend. We grabbed a few beers after a long while of not seeing each other, talked about our lives, etc. And then I mentioned if they remembered this teacher dying. Both of them said no. I froze again. I specifically remember that he was the third teacher that had died that year

and we had a drink to him. I said this memory to them, and they just laughed at me and assured me that only two of our teachers had died that year. What the hell is happening? I mean, I'm glad he's back alive, but I can't make any sense of it. Did I jump realities? Or accidentally die and experience quantum immortality? I don't know. But the thing is, things have been better since that day.

I have a better job. I don't go home exhausted. I have an awesome girlfriend and we go out with the boys more often. My theory is that I really jumped through realities, but this reality feels good. Thank you for reading and stay awesome, Raven. Hi, Raven. My favorite stories that you post are the glitch in the Matrix ones. I have two experiences with this.

One was way scarier to me than the other. I'll share the first one. About five years ago, my sister, my nephew and I were traveling to Harlan, Kentucky from Lexington. My sister and I grew up in Harlan and regularly go visit our family and stay with my mom for the weekend. This drive takes three hours, pretty much on the dot with a little extra time if you stop for gas. We head out at 6 p.m. on Fridays after she and I get off work. This particular trip seemed like any other. We spend one and a half hours on the interstate, and then we get off the interstate at U.S. 25.

We get off the interstate at our usual exit, stop for a restroom break, since my nephew was five at the time, and continued on a smaller country road. There's the city of Corbyn where we ramp off of the interstate, and the next town is Barberville. Usually these two places are a fairly quick drive on a straight road about 18 minutes. On this trip, it was already dark when we arrived in Corbin and continued driving towards Barberville. It's a very dark road with no streetlights between the two places. I was driving this familiar stretch of road when I started noticing unfamiliar places. I asked my sister if this area looked different to her. She said that it did look weird.

I hadn't made any turns. 20 minutes passed and we were not anywhere familiar. There's usually no cell service in this area, so a call to our mom would not go through. Even my nephew asked where we were, are we lost, and if we were getting close yet. I kept driving and talked about how we should have been to Barberville long ago. We continued anxiously and I was afraid to stop. At one point, I asked my sister, her if I had zoned out and turned anywhere, I started to doubt myself.

She confirmed that I hadn't. We nervously laughed asking what was going on. I don't think we even saw anything open as an option to stop. Somehow we drove straight for over an hour. Then our surroundings suddenly began to look familiar again. We finally made it to Barberville. We got a call through to our mom and told her what happened. We definitely lost an hour on this trip.

We usually get there a little after nine, and we got there a little after ten on this trip. The three of us experienced this together. Even my little nephew realized that something was wrong. We were all very glad when the rest of the trip was completely normal, and we finally got to our childhood home and our mom. I love your show, and I listened to Matrix Glitches every night for years. I've always been fascinated with anything paranormal,

but I've had very few potential circumstances of glitches, despite being a true believer. Today, I had to make coffee after my first cup and a half. I needed more, and the pot was empty. I strongly believe that I had already poured every last drop into my cup, but even if I didn't, I specifically remember rinsing the pot with, water and pouring it out, and putting the fresh water in, and pouring that into the machine

before turning it on. I also put grounds in around the same time. I specifically remember rinsing the pot with water because I was doing this with my left, non-dominant hand, and shaking the water in circles, which I'm not used to doing with my left hand. So I remember it specifically. Normally, I wouldn't remember this. I had some issues. I had some issues. of the power outlet, and I moved the whole machine to one counter and back before fixing the problem, but I don't see how that would have an effect. When I finally got the power working, I found my pot to still have about half a cup of cold coffee in it. I immediately opened the machine and assumed the coffee must have started draining through while cold or something,

but the beans were still completely dry. The water was still water, and the coffee was, and the coffee was cold. I will mention that maybe this was the amount of coffee that I purposefully or accidentally left in the pot before making new coffee. I don't know how relevant that would be, because I still find it completely impossible for that pot to have anything in it besides a couple drops of water. I remember finishing the coffee, and if I'm wrong about that, I definitely remember rinsing the pot, and I know I filled the water up with the same pot. but after I filled the water up, a half cup of cold coffee appeared in the pot without the new beans getting wet. I know this isn't an extremely impactful moment in my life, but I froze, and my heart started beating really fast when I realized.

My only supernatural guess is that I forgot to drink a half cup, then poured it out, and then the coffee was retrieved, or time. went backwards to be able to be there after certain verifiable events. I could not fill the water up with coffee leftovers, with the water staying clear. It was just as dark as the previous pot. It's a little hard to explain, but I think that you're smart enough to follow the basics of the story. I did drink the half cup of coffee, by the way, with no ill effects. Hi, Raven. I'm a typical long-time listener but first-time poster.

I'm mainly posting because you put out a call for glitch stories recently. I should note that this sounds like a paranormal story to begin with, but I consider it to be more glitchy. So I live in a little haunted house here in Victoria, Australia. It is a typical little miners cottage. I purchased the land that it's on eight years ago and rebuilt the college from the ruins of the original stone and brick dwelling. The resident ghost, Henry, originally owned the land and constructed the home. Although a little mischievous at times, he's a pretty chill guy to have around.

Nothing he does is harmful, unless you call manifesting as an apparition and frightening the hell out of the neighbors, slightly harmful. While I was rebuilding the house, I often worked late into the night. I began to notice strange things right away, like objects being moved or disappearing and not put back where I had left them. Doors that were firmly closed would suddenly swing wide open, and doors that were only closed would be locked from the inside. Usually when my partner at the time would go outside, in what seemed to be an attempt to prevent him from returning inside. Just things like that. Although there is a ton of paranormal stuff that happens here,

some of which I may submit at a later date, my focus today is on what I would label a glitch, although it may have begun with the paranormal twist. I was in bed one night when I suddenly jolted awake just after 1 a.m. by a loud crashing noise downstairs. FYI, my cottage has a full mezzanine floor upstairs. which is where my bedroom is located. I got out of bed and went downstairs to locate the sound of the disturbance.

Once in the kitchen and dining room area, I noticed that an etched wooden picture that is normally located well back, leaning against the wall, on a sideboard in the dining room section, had somehow fallen forward and knocked down a reasonably heavy cast iron bell, that I had sitting on the same sideboard in front of the picture. picture. The bell has, or should I say had, a decorative medieval-styled cross for a handle. It was also a functioning bell, in that you could hold the handle and ring the bell.

A lot like those old little brass bells that would sit on shop counters. And if you came in and no one was behind the counter, you could pick up the little bell and ring it to get the attention of a server, who might be out back in a stock room. I also recall many years ago one of my school teachers had one on her desk to call the class to order and settle down and pay attention if we got a little rowdy. I was genuinely puzzled because there were no open windows or doors, indicating an intruder had been inside. There was no breeze or wind that could suddenly blow something down off a shelf,

and no obvious reason that I could find as to why the picture, which had been solidly sitting there for a good 12-months, or more would be knocked down. Anyway, the picture had only fallen forward, but remained flat face down on the sideboard. The bell, however, had been ejected from its normal location and had landed on the floor. I bent down to pick up the bell and noticed immediately

that the handle was missing, like it had been broken off in the fall. I thought this was strange. for a strong cast-iron bell to break so easily, the fall was not high impact. It was only from about six feet up and landed on the carpet rug. However, I shrugged it off, and although disappointed that my ornament was now broken,

I scanned around the immediate area to locate the handle, thinking perhaps I could reattach or repair it somehow tomorrow. However, to my surprise, I could not find the handle. Now this is a reasonably weighty cast iron cross, about six, seven inches tall, and four inches wide. I searched the immediate vicinity thinking that it couldn't have gone far but no luck. Given that I was tired and it wasn't urgent,

I figured I would go back to bed and just look for it in the morning. The next day when I came downstairs, the bottom of the bell was on the dining room table where I had left it, the previous night. After a coffee, and my morning routine, I decided I would locate the cross. I conducted a thorough search of the entire dining area. No cross. I expanded the search to the kitchen area. No cross.

I started to get annoyed at this. How ridiculous. I mean, where could it go? The total semi-divided room is about 21 feet, or roughly seven meters long in total, and around 12 feet or 3 meters wide. It has been two years since this incident happened, and every piece of furniture has been moved, including the buffet in the dining room and the fridge in the kitchen, etc.

In order to spring clean at least twice. And yet no cross has ever been left. located. So, a rather heavy and reasonably sized metal, solid cross has just glitched out of existence. I should note that I live alone. My partner did come and stay over occasionally, but he never lived here, and he would have no reason to take the cross. My adult children, and a couple of friends or family members are the only other on-site visitors I receive. And I can't think of a valid reason one of them would have to try and pocket an obvious metal cross that belongs to me and make off with it, should they have magically found it, as I'm sure I have informed them all at some stage

that it's missing. So, I guess I'll just have to wait and see if the Matrix decides to glitch it back into existence one day. Hi, Raven. I want to start off by saying that I love your channel and have been listening for almost a year now, and can definitely say I've encountered some weird glitches, which is what ultimately led me to your channel. I have two glitches, and the first glitch happened about a year ago. For the background of this story, I'm a college student, and I lived on campus at the time. We have many different food halls on our campus, and to get food, they provide everyone with an

an ID card, which you can use for everything campus-wise, and you keep the same one until you graduate. Me and my girlfriend at the time always go to these dining halls to get food together. Also, for reference, my girlfriend lived off campus, so she would drive to my apartment a lot, and we would always go back and forth switching between who drove to get food each day. So, on this particular day, my girlfriend had driven up and just, she drove us in her car to go get food for dinner. We got the food, and she ended up spending the night, and left her car in the parking lot.

The next day when she was on campus for classes, she noticed that she couldn't find her ID card, so she couldn't get food in between her classes. I was concerned, but figured she probably left it in her car, or my apartment, since we had just gotten food the night prior. When she was done with classes, she looked all throughout her car, car and couldn't find it. And then in her own apartment, even though it shouldn't have been there. Sometimes I didn't always trust her judgment with finding things because she would lose things

quite often. So I helped her look. I double-checked her car, and we tore up my apartment looking for this thing everywhere. We even looked in my car thoroughly, even though it would have been impossible for it to be in there as we hadn't used my car since, or when she's. We didn't. she last had it. We gave up and she thought maybe it would show up somewhere eventually. A week goes by and she still hasn't found it and I'm driving in my car without my girlfriend. I went to the store to get groceries. I only had one bag so I placed it on my passenger seat and then I went to get food at one of our dining halls and I got the food to go. When I got in my car, I went to place my food bag on top of my grocery bag in my seat.

when I noticed a card flipped over on top of my grocery bag. Confused, I flip it over, and I see that it's my girlfriend's ID card. I freak out, in my head, scrambling for how this could have been possible. We checked my entire car, and especially in the passenger seat where she would sit. And again, it wasn't even possible that it was in my car because we didn't use it when she had her ID card last. I don't ever keep anything in my visor in my car, so it couldn't have fallen from that. And if something did fall from my visor, it wouldn't have been able to reach my passenger seat as it sits far back. It also blows my mind that it was perfectly lying on top of a new grocery bag,

which even in the slightest chance it was on my passenger seat, there would have been no way it could have been laying on top of a new grocery bag. and I would have seen the card in my seat while placing down the bag. When I told my girlfriend, she was just as baffled as me and freaked out over how it could have possibly been in there. I know she wasn't pranking me because I had to use my card on her food for the week, and she hated that I had to do that. She was about to buy a new one.

I also want to add that I don't use my wallet or anything. I keep my two cards in the back of my phone case, as it is easily accessible, so there's no way I could have mistaken it for any of my cards. Plus, I always immediately put my cards back in my phone case, as I'm kind of notorious for losing them. My girlfriend told me that it must have been a glitch in the Matrix, because she knows how much I listened to these stories. But I never thought I would experience one for my own. The second story is very similar to the last, and actually has to do with my car again. I had this favorite pair of sunglasses that I always keep in my car, because I always seem to drive around the time of day when the sun is setting and shining right in my eyes.

My girlfriend at the time was actually in this story as well, as we spent a lot of time together. She was visiting me in my hometown, and on this day we went out to run some air. I noticed that I couldn't find my sunglasses and was annoyed because the sun was blinding me. When we got back to my house, my girlfriend helped me check all throughout my car and in my seat, and the glove box, and everything else. They were nowhere to be found. I didn't think much of it as I probably just left them in my room or something, because I am known for misplacing things as well.

I looked in my room and all throughout the house, and I still couldn't find them, so I gave up. We stayed in for the night after that. The next day, we were leaving to go somewhere else, and as you can probably guess, I see my sunglasses lying perfectly on my seat. This freaked both me and my girlfriend out. Also, I would like to add that my family doesn't touch my car, and I always lock it and have my keys on me in my room, so, there's no way for anyone to have put them there, nor would my family pull a prank like that.

My girlfriend was also with me the whole time, and she wouldn't have done that either. I'm not sure if me and another universe is just moving things, or if my car serves as some kind of portal for taking items, and then later giving them back. But I just can't explain how these items just appear seemingly out of thin air. I've also noticed since being aware of this simulation that we live in, I've been experiencing more and more phenomenon. Please, if anyone has any sort of explanation or idea to explain this, let me know. I have many other stories of things going missing and reappearing, where they shouldn't be,

as well as other weird glitches. I'll make sure to tell some of my other stories another time, But until then, thank you. Hi, I found your content when I was Googling around trying to see if I could sort out what happened to me. I'm dyslexic, so normally I would avoid writing anything of length to anyone, but I kind of want to tell people about this, if only so I feel less crazy.

I live in an area that was all farmland, but has boomed into a city in the last 20, years, but the farm and marsh areas still fill in whatever hasn't been converted. My drive to work is about 15 minutes, and if I have an extra five minutes to spare, I sometimes detour on a route that winds through older neighborhoods, and then in between fields. This happened on an older road barely big enough for another car to squeeze by as you drive. I like it, though, because I wind through a number of fields where animals are kept.

I don't know much about raising livestock, but the fields cycle through cows and sheep. I assume they get moved around to other fields when they've stripped one and come back when more grazing stuff has grown in. Plus, there are some horses that are always there. It's relaxing, and I like seeing the animals doing their things, and sometimes a new baby lamb or calf or something. It's a good way to start the day. in my opinion.

This happened on Monday. I was driving my old Mazda SUV and creeping slow around the curves, maybe 15 miles per hour, when I went over a bump. I don't mean like a pothole. I mean like the passenger side went higher than the driver's side, and I was tossed around in my seat a bit. It was loud and really jarring. I could feel my own heart,

thudding. I immediately put the car in park and looked in all of my mirrors trying to see what I just ran over. I couldn't see anything, and I got out of my car absolutely terrified. I was sure that I must have just hit one of the animals, or worst case, a person. I circled behind my car and then all the way around, and then got on my hands and knees on the road and looked under. Nothing. Not an animal or a branch or anything. I searched the whole area around the road for a minute still trying to calm my heart. I admit I was doubly terrified because my bank account is always around zero, and I really, really did not need this right now.

But not only was there nothing, my SUV was totally fine. Even the tires. No damage at all. That's when I realized how quiet it was. I mean, dead, quiet. No wind or sounds of animals and birds. I looked over the wood and barbed wire fence into the fields around me, and there were no animals.

Not weird, out of context. Like I said, sometimes the animals are moved around for a bit, but the thing is that before I had stopped, the field to the right had been teeming, with sheep. I had literally noticed the sheep specifically right before I hit whatever it was, because I had noticed some of the sheep had been shorn, and had paint on them. I think this is normal.

I sometimes see sheep with painted symbols on them. I think it's a way for the owner to mark them for one reason or another. For sure, the field had been full of sheep doing their sheep things. I double-checked my own memory, but, I was certain that I was not misremembering from another day. I hadn't even gone in this way for a while. The field is big with scraggly trees and a homemade fence outlining it, and there isn't a barn or anything.

It's a contained area with nowhere for sheep to vanish to. It had also been a decent amount of sheep. It would have taken time for a whole herd to run off somewhere. Instead, the field was empty, and so was the field on the other side of the road. It was totally quiet. Like nothing in the world was moving except my feet on the road, and the ticks of my engine as it cooled down. I felt super uneasy and weird.

I looked around one more time and then climbed back into the Mazda and just sat there for a moment. My water bottle and a few other things that had been on the first. passenger seat were now on the floor, having been thrown when my car hit whatever it was. After a bit, I started the car and slowly eased my way down the road. The sound, for lack of a better description, came back when I suddenly could loudly hear banging from the train cars a ways down as I approached a train crossing. There's like a train loading station a ways down. then the sounds of the birds and plants and just the air existing were back.

Everything was normal, and I was passing cars and bikers as I followed my route to work. I was late to work, the whole thing took maybe five minutes, but when I pulled into the parking lot at work, my car clock said that I was an hour and ten minutes late. That made no sense at all. I had left early, and should have been on time, even, Even with the delay. My first thought was maybe whatever I hit caused, like, an electrical issue. I knew my car clock had been correct because I had literally reset the time the day before because of daylight savings.

I checked my phone, and my phone confirmed I had lost an hour somehow. Confirmed again when my coworkers joked and asked if I had slept through my alarms. But I hadn't. I drove the same way home that day, very slowly and cautiously, and the only thing of note was that the sheep were in that field just like they had been. Nothing was wrong at all. I'm just kind of confused. I've even checked the local news repeatedly throughout the week

in case there was some kind of article about something being hit by a car there, or something, but there isn't anything. I just don't know what to think. I want to start by thanking you, Raven. Your podcast has been a source of comfort for me knowing that I'm not alone. Thank you. I'm convinced I've shifted timelines. Depending on your perspective, this happened either in July of 2016 or July of 2023.

I understand that this sounds unbelievable, but please hear me out. It will make sense. One thing I know without a doubt is that I don't belong in this reality. I was 44 when it all occurred, and up to that point, life had been exceptionally good. I had a loving family and a career that I found profoundly satisfying. We were a happy and content family. The morning began as any other. I made my way downstairs, the promises of coffee drawing me,

as I poured, a sudden thud broke the quiet. My cat had leaped from atop the kitchen cabinets landing right beside me. The unexpected arrival made me jump, sending my coffee cup crashing to the floor. While cleaning the spill, I heard my husband descending the stairs. I poured him a cup of coffee and put it on the breakfast table before refilling my own. As I turned to join him, I tricked. sending my cup crashing to the floor. A chuckle escaped my husband, and with a touch of pity,

he offered to clean up the mess. He even suggested that I returned to bed for an hour, pointing out that our son could open the office and handle things until I arrived. Utterly frustrated, I surrendered and agreed. On my way back upstairs, I called my son, informing him that I would be late, that he needed to open the office and managed the morning tasks,

and that I expected to be there about an hour behind schedule. I retreated to the sanctuary of my bedroom. I drew the curtains and nestled into bed, sleep descending the moment my head hit the pillow. Then the strange began. I was ripped from slumber by an alarm, a familiar but wrong alarm. the ringtone of my husband's phone from years past.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I felt a wash of icy dread. I was in a bedroom but not the one that I remembered falling asleep in. This was the bedroom from our old house, a place that held memories of a different life. Panic seized me, and I bolted from the room convinced I was trapped in a nightmare. I rushed to the bathroom and splashed water. on my face. The cold shock, a stark confirmation that I wasn't dreaming. I was fully awake, back in a place that I'd happily left behind years ago.

I wandered to the house in a daze, trying to make sense of everything. My son appeared in the hallway and I shook my head asking what he was doing. He looked confused and said that he was getting breakfast before an early shift at work. Shift? I replied. We only have one shift. He stopped, his confusion growing. We? he questioned.

We don't work together, Mom. Are you okay? I simply nodded and he retreated back to his room. My stomach churned, a sickening feeling matching the despair that settled in my heart. My husband appeared in the doorway. He studied me for a moment and then offered, You don't look good.

Maybe you should just go back to bed. The words ignited a fire within me. No, I exclaimed. That's exactly how I ended up back in this mess. He looked at me bewildered. All right, he said, his voice subdued. How about we get some coffee then? And I've been trapped here ever since,

consumed by the need to understand what occurred and find my way back. This new reality is a stark contrast to what I knew. The people I cherished, once my source of love and support, have grown cold and unresponsive. Their dismissive attitudes cut deep, and I hear nothing positive from them. The silence from my son, once my best friend, is particularly painful. My hometown, the city that I called home for over 30 years, is unrecognizable. The landscape has shifted, buildings have moved, and businesses, including my own, have disappeared and been replaced by new ones.

I'm adjusting to a place that feels simultaneously known and completely new. I find myself among faces that are vaguely familiar, and others who seem to greet me as an acquaintance when I can't recall ever having seen them. The reality I inhabit feels awe. The surgeries I remember, they didn't happen. Tattoos I once had are gone, and I'm marked with others, I have no memory of acquiring. It's like my life has been rewritten.

I don't understand what happened or how to return to what was. That change took place a little over eight years ago. I turned 45 last November. I've just discovered quantum immortality, and I guess that might explain it. But if it is, which one of me died? The one that originally came,

back from this reality or me. I want to be clear, drugs and alcohol are not a factor here, nor is mental illness. You can accuse me of falsehoods or being insane, it makes no difference. I know this isn't my whirl. I feel profoundly displaced. My mind is consumed with one worry. Are my family and friends safe? Do they know that I'm not with them?

Sorry that this is so long, but I haven't been able to talk about this until now. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and if you know anything that I can try to get back home, please, let me know. This is something my mother brought up to me recently. She's never believed in glitches in the Matrix, parallel realities, time slips, or the simulation theory. But while cleaning out some cabinets and drawers, she discovered something that made her stop. in her tracks. It was an old CD from the 90s. The artist in question was a lady named Kimi Sue Tate, and the hit single was called

Romeo. Several well-known country artists were featured on the record like Pam Tillis and Deanna Carter, and underneath the album cover was a generic note with no signature that read, Hey y'all, thanks for making Kimi Su so successful. It was an honor to be the first African-American female country artist ever to receive a Grammy. I found an old CD player and turned it on.

We both recognized the song. So I tried looking it up on my phone, but the only artist I could find anywhere whoever performed this song was Dolly Parton, not Kimmy Sue Tate. I looked up Kimmy Sue Tate and could not find anything significant about her. And most recently, we learned that Beyonce took home the Grammy for the first African-American female country artist. and she recently sang on stage with Dolly. But no one ever mentioned Kimmy Sue at all.

One other thing of note, on Dolly's record, Pam Tillis was featured, but not Deanna Carter. My mom also found a picture of herself with the former hairstylist, who we were once close with. But over the years, life got in the way, so we all just drifted apart. Anyway, she and I and the hairstylist, and her son, and another lady and her baby were all sitting on a large metal porch swing. I was maybe four or five.

To the left of the swing was another lady with a drink in her hand, wearing a t-shirt with guess whose name. Yeah, Kimmy Sue Tate. We were both freaking out by this point. Who is this singer, and why can't we find anything about her? My mom asked around, and so did I. But nobody has ever heard of this woman. but we have proof that she existed.

How? And where, though? My mom messaged her friend on Facebook and took a picture of all of our evidence, I guess you could call it. She just sent back some question marks, and even asked us who the other ladies were. My mom said that she couldn't remember either. Our friend said that she had never seen either of them before in her life, but my mom said the only night she remembers seeing them was at this particular cooking. out. We were both stunned. My mother immediately put the CD away and just sat there. But it left me

wondering, did our family switch timelines? Or did Miss Tate get pulled into another one? Did we glitch into another timeline for a while and then come back here? I guess we'll never know. Hey, Raven. First off, I just want to say thank you. I love your channel and I work the graveyard shift. Your videos really keep me going through the night. It's an absolute pleasure, my friend. Now, this might sound wild, but I believe I experienced what you would call a glitch in the Matrix. I'll leave it up to you and the viewers to decide, but I know I'm not crazy, and I wasn't imagining this. I remember celebrating New Year's 1993 twice.

I know that sounds impossible, but hear me out. Back in 1993, I was in fifth grade. Excited, because in about sixth months, I'd be moving on to the sixth grade. I remember New Year's Eve clearly. But what's strange is that when the next year came, which should have been 1994, everyone was celebrating and saying happy New Year 1993, like time had gone backwards. It was like we relived that year all over again, but nobody else seemed to notice.

I remember looking at my school papers and homework and seeing the year written as 1993 again. And I remember thinking to myself, didn't we just finish 1993? It's something that has stayed in my mind for decades. It wasn't confusion, and it wasn't a dream. I remember it as clearly as anything else from my childhood. So, you tell me what you think, and once again, thank you for everything you do. Unfortunately, my take would be entirely worthless on this one, Dan. I was born in 91, so I would have been two.

I have no memories of this, but still a bizarre situation and occurrence, for sure. This is a significantly confusing event that I cannot possibly deny or, explain. It's also not my first glitch, so I'm much less likely to dismiss things like this when I experience them. I was at a botanical garden with some friends one night. They do a Christmas light show there, so it was dark out, but everything was lit up more than enough for me to have a clear view of my surroundings. My friend, who I'll call E, and I were coming up on a bend. Right after the turn, there was a beautifully arched tunnel made completely of lights. Right before it, I immediately noticed a very large white boat

directly to the right of the sidewalk. Now something very, very important to note is that I grew up exploring this place. My mom worked there for most of my childhood, and as an only child of a single mother, I found myself wandering the property almost as much as my own yard. I climbed every tree, found every secret spot. I know that place like the back of my hand.

So, as they did add new things and displays over the years, they would stick out to me like a sore thumb every time. I was especially surprised to see this boat because, while the property was right on the edge of the bay where there are lots of boats and a nearby marina, this boat was not in or directly next to the water. It was far enough on land that it would have had to have been deliberately towed out there on a trailer and dropped directly onto the ground. It also looked very much like it had been recovered after once sinking into the bay.

It was beat up, the faded paint was peeling from the splintering wood, and it just looked long since abandoned. I thought it was really cool, sort of like a shipwreck display. But it also seemed pretty out of place. place, juxtaposed with the bamboo and flowers that surrounded it. I also thought that it was a little weird that there was no sign explaining its significance, despite the fact that pretty much every aspect of the place had a sign in front of it. Sometimes, the purpose was to educate the viewer about a plant, and sometimes it was to dedicate a building or exhibit to a donor who had contributed

the funds and or materials for it. There were a few people standing next to the boat, looking at it. I started to approach it so that I could see it closer. I was about 50 feet away when E tapped me on the shoulder and told me that she had to use the restroom. The closest bathroom was right at the end of the light tunnel, so I walked her there instead of going to check out the boat. We had left all of our friends behind anyway,

so I figured that when we inevitably went back for them, I would have my chance to see the boat. E was pretty quick in the bathroom, so it wasn't more than a few minutes before we were on our way back to the same way that we came. After we reached the end of the light tunnel and got to the part of the sidewalk where I had seen the boat, I went a little pale.

There was nothing there but bamboo. For a moment, I considered that I might have, just misremembered the exact location of the boat. I walked further down the sidewalk, and further, and further, but no, no boat. I thought to myself that maybe somehow I had just seen something that looked like a boat, but I quickly dismissed that notion, as there was nothing anywhere in that vicinity that was even remotely similar in color or in size. I said nothing to E,

nor to anyone else about it. I'm not even sure if anyone else saw it. All I know is I'm still freaked out thinking about it. What the heck happened that night? Hello, Raven. I've been an avid listener to your stories for a year now. I never expected that I would write a glitch story, but it feels absolutely weird,

and I haven't forgotten about it days later. It happened last weekend. It was a relatively mundane Saturday morning when my aunt called me for an unexpected errand. I had to rush my breakfast and put the bread and stuffing in the oven toaster. I always said it's on my usual timer, which is five minutes. At the same time, I decided to take a bath since I have to go outside to accomplish that errand. I always take a bath on my usual duration, which is around 10 to 15 minutes, and expect the toaster to be done by then.

After bathing and checking the toaster, to my surprise, it still turned on with ten minutes left on the timer. I was shocked. I was alone in the house at that time, so there was no chance that someone pulled a prank on me. I was genuinely baffled because it broke a lot of the usual stuff that I expected things to happen. It wasn't overcooked or turned into charcoal,

and there had definitely been at least 15 or more minutes since I turned it on, and I ate it just fine. A small detail I can vividly recall is that I heard a popping noise inside the toaster, as I looked at it in shock after bathing. I've used the toaster a number of times after that incident, and it's been totally normal since then. I don't know if there's any side effects of eating a glitched breakfast, but I genuinely freaked out.

I've yet to know if this leads to other different things that change in my timeline. Surely it couldn't have only been the toaster event and nothing else. I believe our reality is a lot more complex than what we are able to see. If there are more future glitches in my reality, I'll be happy to write them to you. And thank you. Hey, Raven, I'm sitting here watching your latest video, And one of the stories triggered a memory from 2019. I had a six-month contract working for a friend in the middle of the Melbourne Business District.

My contract was going to be renewed, but it wasn't an essential service, so they had to close their doors. Anyway, the street that I worked is lined with retail and office buildings, so the faces you see every morning or night, depending on your hours, become familiar. familiar. It was the evening shift, so day shift people were heading to the station. That's when it happened. A woman who I recognized from one of the stores was suddenly stopped by a very excited woman. She threw her arms around her and hugged her. I was directly behind her, so I had to slam on the feet breaks. The woman looked over her shoulder at me, looking completely freaked out, and mouthed, I don't know her. Her panic became my panic. How do we get her out of this? So, I decided to go the Sirono de Berzrock route. I started gesturing and smiling while mouthing. Hi, it's so good to see you, how's the family?

She took my cue and asked her. She let go and told her about her husband and kids. Okay, so far so good. She had a smile plastered on her face and kept glancing at me. I switched it up and went all Chris Jenner, waving my arms and distracting her. That's when it went into full glitch. The woman that stopped her started with the barrage of excited information about her family. You must be bursting with so much joy right now.

Your husband's promotion? Your daughter graduating with honors? And your son accepted into Melbourne University? She looked paralyzed. She had a weird smile on her face, and her eyes looked like her. like they were going to burst out of her face. The woman continued. I'm so sorry I didn't call you last week.

All the end of the year activities. You know what it's like. Christmas concerts, fundraisers, that end of year rush. Oh, my, look at the time. I'll call you Friday night, okay? It was so amazing to bump into you. The woman then rushed off. She was shaking so much that she grabbed my arm.

I have absolutely no idea who that was, but she knew everything about my family. All of that was true? It wasn't a mistaken identity? She shook her head. Do you want to come to Starbucks with me? I'll buy you a coffee to say thank you and calm our nerves. I can't. I have to work, but I'm working day shift the day after tomorrow.

Meet me here and I'll buy you that coffee. So I met up with her. She could not work out who that woman was. She never got a call. Unfortunately, the pandemic kicked in, and we never saw each other again. It's a shame. We could have been really good friends. Something so strange happened tonight.

I'm still thinking about it hours later, and had to seek out a place to write it down, so hopefully this sub is appropriate. I'm normally not super into this kind of thing. I'm a very skeptical person, but it was very bizarre. I'm a mom and I was taking a walk with my two-year-old daughter around the neighborhood as we do most nights. We were walking down the sidewalk, and the first thing we always do is look for the moon. We look up and far left in the sky and we see it. My daughter points and we comment how it's a baby moon, because it's a little crescent.

We keep walking and get to the end of the street. maybe a hundred feet away still facing the same direction, when my daughter looks up to the far right and says, Another moon. She's recently learned the word another. I said, oh, there's just one moon, baby. But I look up, and the moon was there. On the complete opposite side of the sky from where we just saw it.

I looked back at the first spot, and no moon. I started thinking, wow, am I just really sleep deprived, or what? My daughter looked back at the first place we saw it too and looked confused. Then she went back and forth, pointing to the first spot saying, Bye moon. Then to the new spot saying, hi moon. We both just stood there looking back and forth at the two places like, what in the world?

There was definitely a moon right there just a second ago. No way it's over there. I don't know. It was so incredibly weird and it freaked me out. I know we weren't turned around or anything like that. I'm sitting here still trying to think what could have happened. I remember clearly seeing it over my neighbor's house as their kid was playing basketball in their driveway, and the second time over the creek towards the entrance of our neighborhood.

Complete opposite places. Maybe a two to three minutes difference at most? Hello again. I hope you and patients are doing well. I'm in a semi-permanent state of confusion now. It seems that every time I turn around, there are more glitches and Mandela effects happening to me. I don't have a theory, yet, about how glitches occur, except that maybe there's a general breakdown of reality, be it all of reality or just mine. I quit drinking almost 20 years ago and don't partake in any...

substances that would cause a mental break. So I'm going with all the realities glitching out. Or maybe the barriers between the timelines are disintegrating. My experiences with Mandela effects have me leaning more toward quantum immortality as their cause. Maybe the two phenomena are connected somehow. For instance, when something like a ring or necklace duplicates, the duplicate came from a different timeline just like people who survive fatal accidents,

only to realize they're in a different but similar timeline. Some people claim to have simply gone to sleep and woken up in a different timeline, no accidents necessary. I've had too many close calls to count, and likewise too many MEs. Anywho, I'm just thinking out loud instead of telling you my most recent, personal, Mandela effect. My aunt lives about three hours away from me. When they moved in about 25 years ago, I would visit them for days and sometimes weeks at a time.

It's the perfect vacation spot if all you're interested in is peace and quiet and a dip in the pool. When they bought the place, there was a tree growing in the middle of the gravel driveway, in front of the entrance to their garage. Since the four of them had five vizabeth. vehicles, they cut the tree out of the way. No one wanted to walk an extra 20 yards from their car to the deck, after dark, in wolf and Bigfoot infested woodlands. When I visited in 2015, their daughter had moved and taken her car with her, but their

son had bought three more, so their fleet had grown to seven, and they had extended their parking lot another 30 yards out to the left of the driveway. Without the tree, there was a clear line of sight from the deck across the parking lot and down into the side yard. Now, let me tell you, I have spent hours sitting on and around their deck watching nature. Dears, raccoons, owls, wolves, and nearly every other creature you can imagine. No Bigfoot, though. One day I watched a squirrel jump off of their two-story garage and belly flop in the driveway. It sounded like someone threw a bag of flower.

down on concrete. A hilarious mix of poof and thump. I laughed for 20 minutes straight, and then I had to show everyone his landing zone and laugh even harder. He was fine, by the way. He hit the ground running and squirreled off down the driveway. It didn't occur to me then, but as I'm writing this, I realized that if they hadn't cut the tree down,

the squirrel would have landed in the tree. Maybe his reality showed him that the tree, was still there when it actually wasn't. There was another tree on the side of the garage that would have been an easy climb down for him instead, of going airborne without a shoot. Anyways, fast forward to April of this year, I went for my first visit since 2015. My aunt was driving, and when we pulled up to the garage, she had to drive around the tree that, in my previous timeline, had been cut down. Immediately I said, I thought you cut that tree down. And she said, no, it's always been there.

I was so confused. I just said, huh, another Mandela effect, and left it at that. I can't and won't even try to explain it. The tree was there and then gone, and now it's back like it never went anywhere. Not to mention, it's grown to be taller than the garage, and is so big that you have to do an extensive maneuvering to get around it and into the garage. Somehow, I don't think the word dumbfounded quite covers it. Honestly, I'm not even shocked at new worldwide Mandela effects anymore.

I keep thinking about them a little while after they've brought to my attention, but then I just shrug them off. However, I'm probably spending an unhealthy amount of time, wondering how many quantum leaps I've made in my lifetime. Trying to pinpoint when each leap took place is a bottomless rapid hole that I actively avoid. I also wonder how each jump has changed not only things around me, but me as well. If every decision one makes in their life branches off into a new, consequential timeline per choice, as I've heard it said, there are untold numbers of me out there doing things that I'm glad I decide.

I decided not to do. I used to have a naughty little wild streak, and there aren't enough apologies to go around. Thank you for your time, Raven, and thank you, Patience, for sharing his attention with us. I hope I never leap to a timeline in which you both made different decisions. Hi, Raven. First off, I wanted to say how much I love your stories. I've been listening to your videos to fall asleep, and they always do the trick, but onto the glitch. This literally just happened a couple of weeks ago, and it's still so funny and baffling to me. I had asked my grandmother to get me from school and drive me to Target, so I could pick up a gift for my boyfriend.

While shopping, I remembered Father's Day was in two weeks, so I decided to get my dad a little gift. I found the perfect gift for him, a bright red and green hot sauce plushy in the middle of the stuffed animal aisle. Well, my dad loves hot sauce and plushes, so I bought it immediately. I got back into my grandpa's car and we started heading home. In the car, my grandpa started talking about how him and my grandma were going to move to another state, more than ten hours away towards the end of the year. This information was so sudden and shocking to me that I started to cry. My grandparents had only ever lived around five minutes.

it's away from me my entire life, so the realization that they were going to be gone soon was jarring and made me very emotional. I used my dad's gift to dry my tears because there were no tissues in the car, and it was soft enough to use against my face. My grandpa calmed me down saying how, since I'm going off to college soon anyways, I wouldn't even notice they were gone since they would be back for Christmas and summers, like me. That made me feel better, so I I stopped my tears and asked my grandpa if I could drive the rest of the way home. I'm making it my goal to get my license before college, and my grandpa always lets me practice in his car. This is where the glitch happens.

I gently sat my father's day gift and the thing for my boyfriend in the back middle seat of the car and switched seats with my grandfather. Only he opens the driver's side door to get to the passenger seat, while I climb over to the driver's seat still being in the car. car. Then I start my drive home. On the right home, my grandpa asked me what I got from Target. I explained to him that it's in the back seat, but he says he doesn't see it. He's pretty old, so he probably doesn't know what to look for, so I clarify saying, the red and green hot sauce plushy in the middle seat. My grandpa is still very confused, so I tell him I'll just show it to him when we get

to my house. Meanwhile, I'm more confused wondering how he could miss something so obvious. It's such a strange plushy with obnoxious coloring that it would be hard to miss. Around two minutes later, I pull into my driveway and go get my stuff from the back seat, when I realize that the Father's Day hot sauce plush is nowhere to be found. Where it should be in the middle seat is just empty space, and the gift I got for my boyfriend. friend. I start looking around the car frantically when my grandpa suggests that maybe I left it at Target. I explained to him that it couldn't be possible, as I remember drying my tears with it on the way home

from Target because of him talking about the big moo. Something clicked in his brain, and he realized that he had indeed seen it while I was crying. He also remembered that I had set it in the back seat when we switched spots in the car. So, together, me and my grandpa start searching the car for this gift. We checked under the seats, in the trunk, even in the little cup holders on the side of the car door.

Everywhere, but we could not find it. We get back into the car and drove back to the place where we had switched seats, because maybe it had fallen out of the car through the doors when we had switched. We looked all around the area and could not find it anywhere. I gave up at this point and just drove back home telling my grandpa that I would go back to Target to buy a new one later. This whole thing confused me throughout the rest of the day.

Again, I have to point out that this was a bright red and green hot sauce plush, something very obscure with loud colors, extremely hard to miss. I like to think of myself as a logical person, and the most logical thing that I could think could have happened was that the plush fell out of the car while my grandpa and I were switching seats. But that would be nearly impossible. The plush was in the middle seat of the back, nowhere near any of the doors that opened. Also, if it had fallen out, either my grandpa or I would have definitely seen it on the ground,

since, again, I'm emphasizing how hard this thing is to miss. I might have chalked it up to me being crazy, and that I had never actually put it in the back of the car, but the assurance from my grandpa that he had indeed seen it in the back seat as well made me absolutely positive that it had to have been there. It's as if it had just vanished into thin air. I did eventually go back to Target to get another one of these plushies as a gift. And on my way home, I made sure not to take my eyes off of it once, just in case it disappeared again.

Overall, this whole ordeal keeps confusing me more and more each day when I go over the events. But for now, I can only explain it as a glitch in the Matrix. Hello again, and here is another weird story from my youth, around the time when I was still in college. As mentioned before, my friends and I are computer savvy, and we were nerdy in a lot of aspects. Information important to the story. The story takes place in May of 2013. It was a Friday, and we didn't have a class on campus, but my friends, Josh and Angel, came to pick me up from my apartment without warning, to go spending some time looking at parts at this computer store that had just opened up a new location across town.

Not sure who all knows what a microcenter store is, but it's pretty much any computer geek, gaming nerd, or anyone who loves or has a job to custom build electronics, favorite store. They had everything there, from tiny parts like flash drives and SD cards to wiring, CPU shells, dozens of computers and server parts, and so on. This is what we did sometimes. Since we often got into projects fixing up or upgrading our own laptops and CPUs, the ones. way most normal people would work on cars. We spent a few hours there getting a list of things that Josh said he needed to make his super server at home. And Angel didn't know as much as me or Josh, so he basically just kept walking around and asking

questions. I took the time to re-up on flash drives for reasons I wouldn't disclose to Josh, who insisted I just liked them because they're colorful. But truth was, I used flash drives for various things. The new microcenter location was actually not far from a fancy shopping mall, and somewhere after getting all the things Josh and I wanted, Angel insisted we'd go get something he wanted from a shoe store at that mall. It was packed because it was a Friday,

and I remember saying that the mall was for rich, expensive people, to which Angel said, I know my whole family shops here ever since they moved here from New York, and we basically hazed him for being a spoiled, rich kid. We were looking for parking and found a parking garage on the south side of the massive mall complex, and the first six levels of the parking garage were packed right. Now, naturally, we were giving Angel the business verbally because we would have to pretty much park near the top floor of the garage and had spent about 30 minutes combing each floor looking for a spot. We went up to

floor seven, and it was the same story, and I remember we were about to tell Josh to just drive back down to the floor level and go find somewhere else. But Angel begged him to try one more floor, so we did. The next floor up was supposed to be level eight, but instead the floor level level level seven point five, and it was completely empty. Not a car on that floor at all. even though we were slightly weirded out by the lack of cars anywhere on this floor, we parked near the area where the elevator would be on this floor, only there wasn't one. So we had to walk down to level 7. We proceeded to enter the mall and shop.

Angel got his shoes and we went back to the elevator. We ended up talking to some random couple on the elevator, and somehow the parking came up and we told them where we parked. The guy and the couple told us that there was. There's no such level as 7.5 at the mall, and that he and his girlfriend had been here over a dozen times. But we insisted that the floor did exist, and we offered him to come see. He and his girlfriend didn't want to, and they got off the elevator on the sixth floor. We rode to the seventh floor, since there was no button for 7.5, and we walked up to the empty level, which was still empty.

And there was Josh's car. The entire floor looked brand new. and there was a floor above that that led to the roof. So we drove all the way up and there were cars on floor 8, 9, and 10 where the rooftop was. But when we went down to the parking garage exit, Angel and I counted the floors out loud, insisting we would get evidence of this weird floor with this flip camera. We counted down. 10, 9, 8, 7.

We spent another 30 minutes going up and down the parking garage levels, trying to get back, but, as you probably concluded, the floor 7.5 was not there. It was so bad that Josh actually got in contact with someone who ran the mall, or at least had been working there for several years, and they said that not only has this parking garage never had a level 7.5, but the building hadn't had any parking extensions or upgrades in the last 20 years. New parking was scheduled to be built in the lots across from the giant mall, but that has nothing to do with us.

Josh told us what the experts said, and we all just agreed that we would keep the knowledge of the parking on the floor that didn't exist to ourselves. A week or so later, Josh almost drove us off the road into a ditch when the road ahead of us at night went from being straight to suddenly appearing as a hard right turn on the way back from hanging out at the club downtown. It wasn't that we didn't see the road. It was more like the road shifted from being straight to being a straight to being a short. sharp turn. And it's hard to explain. But the best way I can put it is that the road flickered, like a bad image and just changed. It was so bad we got out of the car and looked around,

and the road did indeed have a turn there. None of us drink, none of us smoke, and none of us were tired or delusional. But yeah, those are two of the glitch stories for now, and if my wife gives me permission, I'll share more. Hi, Raven. I've been binging your videos on YouTube. I enjoy the stories, and you do a great job reading. Thank you. I've experienced a lot of strange phenomena in my life,

everything from poltergeist activity to UFOs and lots of stuff in between. I wanted to share one of my experiences. I'm not sure if this qualifies as a glitch, but I'm unsure of how else to categorize it. The story may seem convoluted, but all the parts of the story do go together. I'm currently 54 years old. When I was around 7 or 8 back in the late 70s, I was at my late cousin's house playing in one of their rooms.

My cousins were a little older, the boy was a year older than I was, and the girl was 3 years older. They told me that there was this game they had learned from their friends at school, and they wanted to try it on me. It was called knockout. These days, there are lots of dangerous challenges and trends on social media that kids try, like Tidepod, for instance. But these sort of things are not new. Even back in the 70s, we had our own reckless trends that spread around, albeit more slowly. It went like this. A person would count to three, take a deep breath, and hold it in.

And then another person would stand behind them and pull in hard on their stomach. like a sort of heimlich maneuver. This would cause a loss of consciousness. They had already tried it on each other, and it didn't work the way it was supposed to. They wanted to try it on me to see what would happen. It was dumb, but I agreed to do it because, at that age, I didn't see the possible danger. After all, they had already done it, and it didn't hurt them. So, I counted to three, inhaled deeply, and held it.

Then my oldest cousin put her arms around me and pulled in hard on my stomach. I was immediately somewhere else. Instead of my cousin's bedroom, I was in a small meadow. It didn't feel like a dream. It all seemed completely real. It was a sunny day. To my left, there was a tall hedge that went straight ahead into the distance. I couldn't see over it.

The land sloped downward from the hedge so that the land was low. lower off to my right. The grass was green, and the middle of the meadow was a mature, deciduous tree. It seemed completely natural for me to be there. I could not remember anything before then. I had no memory of my cousin's bedroom or of anything that had happened in my life up to that point. This place in this moment was all that I knew. I was standing near the long hedge, and I started walking. Ahead, I noticed there was an opening in the the hedge and I had a strong pool to walk through it. It felt like home was on the other side. As I approached the opening, I could hear distant voices and laughter behind me.

They were muffled, and they sounded so far away that I almost couldn't make out what they were saying. He's faking, they laughed, and then I heard my own voice say, I'm not faking, in reply. Where I was in the meadow, I didn't actually speak or even think about speaking, and yet my own voice was speaking from someplace far away. Then, just as I was about to enter the opening in the hedge, I bumped into something. Suddenly I was back in my cousin's bedroom standing against his bunk beds. My cousins were laughing. I told them what had happened and where I had went, but they didn't believe me.

They said that my eyes were open the whole time and that I had walked across the room arguing with them about faking. It was sort of like today when a person wears a vexed. our headset and interacts with the virtual environment, all the while moving in the real world. I told my parents about it later, and they were alarmed that I had tried the game and warned me that I could have fallen and hit my head, and that I should never do it again. I thought about it a few times, as I grew older and wondered if it was just a dream, or if I had entered a staging area for the afterlife, and maybe the opening in the hedge was a crossover door or something. A few years later, while playing basketball in high school, I witnessed a boy get knocked unconscious when he banged his head against the backboard. His eyes were wide open the whole time, and he was actively fighting the people who were trying to help him. Yet, after he came to, he said the last thing he remembered was jumping, and then he blacked out.

After that, I just chalked up my experience as a normal thing that happens when a person is knocked out. eyes open and still moving around. But later, I found out that my experience wasn't normal. Fast forward 30 years. My grandfather died in 2007, and I inherited his five-acre homestead. My wife and I had two young children, and we'd been looking for a small piece of land to buy because we'd been living in the city,

and we wanted our children to grow up out in the country as we had. city life didn't suit us. We wanted a big garden and chickens and all of that. My grandfather's place was perfect. He and my grandmother had purchased it for their retirement years, and it just so happened to connect to my parents' 12-acre property where I had grown up. My parents weren't farmers, but my dad loved horses and used their property as pasture for his,

and my uncle's six horses. When their neighbors five, acre and house was put on the market in the late 1980s, they helped my grandparents buy it. My grandmother died in 2006, and my grandfather followed a year later. They didn't have much money. My grandfather had grown most of their food with a garden, chickens, and a few pigs and a couple of cows. They lived simply but happily. My parents were next door, so my grandparents were looked after in their later years. When my wife, children and I moved here. Not only was this ready-made homestead a dream come true, but we were now close to my parents.

So my kids grew up seeing their grandparents almost daily, which was good. This was a busy time for me. The land was a lot of work in itself, but I also had an evening teaching job at a local community center, as well as doing freelance graphic design jobs. Two small kids were also a handful. I say all this because there were two acres of my property that were fenced off where my grandfather used to keep cows. It was completely neglected by me because I just didn't have the time. My dad asked if he could use that two acres to expand the pasture for his horses, and I agreed, because it was just too much for me to manage at that time in my life, and I had no cows to pasture it anyways. Since that two acres was fenced off and separate from the main lot, I ignored it.

In fact, I can't even remember going out there more than twice the whole time that I owned it. For one thing, the fence was old and completely grown up with thick honeysuckle vines, wild roses, and wild cherry trees. I couldn't even see into the field during the warm months because the vegetation covering the fence was so dense and high. Fourteen more years passed. In 2021, my children were now old enough to look after themselves. I was laid off from my job and was going to take advantage of this extra time to focus on utilizing my homestead to grow more food. I told my dad that I was now ready to use that two-acre lot, and that I planned to plant a small orchard out there, along with some other perennial food-producing plants. I'd been doing some reading about permaculture and food forests, and that field would be perfect for that.

So we moved his horses. There was a gate at one end of the fence, but it was one of those wide livestock gates, and it didn't open and close very well, so I didn't like using it. Also, it was an inconvenient place for me. I wanted to keep the fence because all that vegetation engulfing it provided a wall of privacy for us from neighbors who lived on the other side of the field. I cut a four-foot wide opening in the fence at the other end, so I could access the field at a more convenient spot.

There were two young cherry trees, trees on either side of the opening, and their branches made a natural arch over it and the rest of the fence was dense vegetation. It kind of felt magical walking through it, like I was going to a secret garden. I went out into that field through my opening for the first time, and walked around to assess things, and plan where I would plant the fruit trees and berry bushes. I walked to the far end off to my right, and then turned and started back. I stopped dead in my tracks. I had never seen the field from this angle or perspective before.

This was it. I was in the meadow that I had visited more than 40 years prior. To my left was the hedge, the fence overgrown with honeysuckle. The land sloped downward from the fence. The grass was green, and ahead to my right, in the middle of the field, was a lone oak tree. I slowly walked along the hedge toward the opening I had made to get in. My home was on the other side. My whole life, I had occasionally thought about what I experienced as a child

and wondered whether it had been a dream or if I'd had a near-death experience. But as I stood in my field in 2021, I wondered if I had experienced a moment in my future. When I was knocked unconscious in the 1970s, was my consciousness transported into the future at that moment and place in 2021 to see things through my older self's eyes? If so, why that particular moment? What made it so significant? Furthermore, was it even that moment at all?

Since that day, I've stood and walked in that same spot many times. Was I perhaps seeing a time even further into the future when something significant would happen? The land has changed a little since then. There are now garden plots and little fruit trees out there, so it no longer looks exactly as it did when I saw it in my vision as a child, or when I saw it in 2021. This leads me to believe that the moment of realization in 2021 was the time. Yet, it seems like such an uneventful and unimportant thing to foresee. It's happened to me several times while driving.

times when I must have crashed or worse. It was unavoidable yet miraculously somehow I didn't. Once, I was driving straight at a three-way intersection with my child in the car. I was on the street going straight with another street ending perpendicular at the one that I was on. There were no stop signs, so the street going straight had the right-of-way. A car turning on to the street from the street from the road. the other would have to yield. Noticing I had the right-of-way, I didn't think about it, just drove straight through the intersection,

only slightly distracted because I was talking with my son in the car. I was about to pass the street meeting mine on the right, except that, too late, I saw another car come through the intersection on my right, and turned toward me, attempting to make a left-hand turn, but right where I was. It was clear the driver hadn't slowed to see if a car was going through. They just plowed through to make their left turn as they would if another car was not there. At the rate of speed that each of us was going, and as close as our cars were to one another, I could see that it was inevitable that we were going to crash.

I hit the break, but there just wasn't enough time to avoid the colloquy. I was literally about three inches from the middle of the other car that I was going to T-bone it. As I braced for impact, nothing. My car hadn't yet completely stopped, but the other car was suddenly way past me. Like I said, doing all I could to try to avoid the crash, it was impossible to not collide. Yet somehow in a mere blink, we did. We both stopped for a minute full of adrenaline. I looked over at the other driver and saw that she looked as confused as I was.

Another time, I was driving north on Interstate 5 in California, somewhere probably near Bakersfield. As it is for most of the length of the interstate, there were two lanes and many cars. I was in the left, quote, passing lane, behind several other cars going above the posted 70, speed limit. Unlike most of them, though, I always maintain a safe distance behind the car in front of me. Always. Except for the moments when it's not possible. Like when I get cut off, or if a car in front of me suddenly stops, for example.

This is what happened on that day. A bright, sunny, California day. The air was clear and visibility was perfect. But in my little car, I could only see the car directly in front of me when the freeway goes straight, unlike in a pickup or SUV or something, where you can see above the cars in front of you and you can see what's going on ahead for the next half mile or so.

I was following at what should have been a safe distance, while still being mindful not to slow down the car's behind me. When suddenly, the car in front of me swerved a little into the right lane to avoid hitting something in the road that they clearly hadn't seen ahead of them. In this slow-motion moment, I could see for a fraction of a second that the four to five cars directly ahead of me in the left lane had all swerved and or stopped. And when I saw the giant thing in the road, I had literally no time to avoid hitting it. I couldn't swerve there was a car right on my right side.

and a wall with no shoulder on my left. This giant thing looked like a very solid, heavy trunk, or something, at least half as tall as my car. Hitting this would have been a pretty major accident, smashing the front end of my little car and causing who knows how many cars behind me, going over 70 to crash into me, and so on, into a big pile up.

I saw what happened and imagined, the rest, all in the single second I had before I would crash into it, hard. There was no possible way for me not to hit it, as I couldn't swerve nor completely stop. It's not possible to go from 75 miles per hour to zero in one second. Like in the previous scenario, I braced for impact. And suddenly, I was past the giant trunk. It happened so fast that I couldn't even see how I got past it, but I did. In my rear view, I could see the trunk was still in my lane, but I had gone through it.

Finally, another time I was on the freeway in the left lane behind a pickup with furniture in its open bed. Suddenly, because of wind, a large wooden drawer began lifting up in the truck bed, just a few feet in front of me. I couldn't swerve. Again, I had nowhere to go. I slowed down as much as I could before the big drawer would come all the way up and out of the truck bed, and crash hard into my windshield because of the speed we were both traveling. Physics would tell you that, at a certain point, when the drawer lifts up higher than the top of the truck bed,

wind will take over and it can only come out. I knew it was about to crash into my windshield, and who knows? knew how I would survive at such a high rate of speed. I imagined being blinded by broken glass at the same time that heavy wooden drawer entered my windshield and smashed into my head. I really thought I was about to die. I know it sounds as though I had plenty of time to react and slow way down, but it all happened in the matter of a second or two, and I didn't.

I saw the drawer lift up higher than the edge of the truck bed, and then it went back down onto the floor of the truck bed, safe from an inevitable, windy, high-speed escape into my head. Again, I was saved by a miracle. I always think of these things as God saying it's not my time, and he or a guardian angel intervenes, saving me from the inescapable. But reading these glitch stories herein,

I've realized my experiences really could fit here, as well. So you can believe it either way you want to, or maybe even any other way. I'd love to hear your thoughts and thanks for reading. Hi, Raven. I went to high school in Antioch, California, and graduated from Antioch High School in June of 1986. I lived with my aunt and uncle during my high school years, and it was understood that I was expected to move out within no more than a couple of weeks. weeks after graduation. They had seven children of their own and they were starting to see me as a bad influence on my cousins because I had turned away from the religion they practiced. I worked part-time while in school, but I needed to find full-time work in order to find a new

place to live. My then-girlfriend and I had a mutual friend whose family was going to Europe for several weeks in June and July on an extended vacation. My girlfriend was house sitting while they were gone, and so while I tried to get a full-time job and new digs sorted out, I crashed with her at our friend's house. One night, I dreamed that I had auditioned for a play. In the dream, I was riding in my girlfriend's car, and we were leaving her father's business office, and driving to Pittsburgh High School, to see if I had been cast in the play. Pittsburgh High is where the cast list for the play The Crucible was going to be posted.

Pittsburgh High School is in Pittsburgh, California, which is the closest neighboring town to Antioch. As of the night of June 1986, when I had this dream, I had never attended Pittsburgh High. I didn't know anyone who went to Pittsburgh High, and I had only set foot on the campus of Pittsburgh High once in my life, attending a football game in my junior year. After waking up, I told my girlfriend about this strange dream over breakfast. It was very lifelike, but it made no sense. I had been active in drama in high school, so auditioning for a play made sense, but all the other elements were out of place in typical dream fashion.

After all, I had recently graduated high school, and I never attended Pittsburgh High anyway, so why would I be doing a play there now? The Crucible was one of my favorite plays, but I didn't know of anyone producing, it at the time. Pittsburgh high or otherwise. My girlfriend's father's office was in Pittsburgh, but neither my girlfriend nor I worked there. Honestly, I probably only told my girlfriend about it because it was such a vivid dream. Time passed.

I moved away from Antioch for a couple of months to get a job and money stuff sorted out, but moved back in September of 1986. By then, my girlfriend was working part-time. for her father and attending the local junior college, Las Medanos College, L.M.C. The school is located right in between Antioch and Pittsburgh and serves both communities. At this point, I want to note that, of course, I wasn't thinking about that dream from June anymore. I had moved on with my life. One day while walking my girlfriend to class, I saw a flyer on a bulletin board announcing auditions for the fall play.

The play was the Crucible. Excited for a chance to do one of my favorite plays, I auditioned. As it turned out, LMC's theater was too small to house a full-stage play. It would be staged at Pittsburgh High School instead, because Pittsburgh High's drama teacher was directing the play for the college. Several days after the auditions, I drove my girlfriend's car over to her father's office to pick her up from work. We leave with her driving and me in the passenger seat, of course. because it's her car.

So I'm in the car with my girlfriend and we're leaving her father's office to go to Pittsburgh High School and look at the cast list of the crucible to see if I was cast in the play. It was exactly like the dream. The thing that separated this from your typical deja vu

is that I had a witness. My girlfriend was with me when I had the dream, and I told her about it right after I dreamed it. Then months later, she was with me again when the event seen in the dream occurred, and she remembered me telling her about the scene months prior. So I didn't just have some vague feeling that I had seen some event in a dream. I knew I had seen it in a dream. I remembered when the dream had been. I told someone else about the dream at the time. That person remembered me telling her about the dream, and that person

was also with me when the events of the dream took place in real life. All the elements of the dream, which made no sense at all in June of 1986, turned out to make perfect sense in September of 1986. Because the details of my dream were both so specific and so unlikely, at the time of the dream, random chance is a nearly impossible explanation. In my opinion, more impossible than some as-yet-unexplained glitch in the matrix or other mechanism for seeing future events.

I don't know exactly how, but I experienced some kind of wrinkle in time in 1986. My name is Brian. I'm a regular guy, but your videos caught my eye. So I am 25 years old, but when I was around 19, I was involved in a motorcycle accident in California. At the time, I had a group of friends, and I was always riding motorcycles.

I worked and lived with a friend who also rode motorcycles. One night, we were on our way to a bike night, a motorcycle meetup, when at the light around the corner from the meetup I was hit by a car while making a turn at said light. I remember the accident vividly. I remember watching so many people from the bike night, including my friends, cry, as I was ambulanced away, as they were so scared.

And I remember them saying, He flew so far, I thought you were for sure dead. As they sobbed, and we're talking big Harley riders. When I got to the hospital, I remember being told that I had sustained zero injuries. And the doctors looked at me as if I was a miracle

because that was supposed to be impossible when reviewing the accident details. I went home the same night, and the world hasn't been. been the same since. Since then, I went from working a regular warehouse job to being a successful entrepreneur. Although I don't speak to anyone from the time it happened, I have no contact with these old friends, and I also lost the bike to the attorney company I hired, tricking me into keeping

it at the time. I barely speak to my family. I live alone with my girlfriend now. Now, there's a gut feeling that I get when I think of the accident. That tells me that I died that night. And somehow, I got up in some type of parallel universe or something and kept living and created a whole new life I could only dream of. I just wanted to share this with you,

as I strongly believe that there has to be a reason for me feeling this way. Hi, Raven. I'm a longtime listener. I listen to your videos while I'm crocheting. It's awesome. I have a weird thing that happened to me a couple of days ago. I was going to make a video myself, but I don't like my voice, so I thought you would be the best one to tell it. Thank you.

The story is about the road that wasn't. I live in a small town tucked deep in the woods. Three streets, maybe 25 houses in total. It's the kind of place you only end up in if you're either lost or visiting someone. Otherwise, no GPS or highway sign will lead you here. I grew up in this town. I know it sounds, it smells, it's silence. I know the way the wind moves through the pine trees on A Street.

I know which porch lights flicker after dark and which old dog barks at passing deer. But last night, something shifted. I'll try to explain it. Those stories like these always sound like hearsay. Half-forgotten memories told around a fire. Maybe you won't believe me, maybe I wouldn't either if I wasn't the one who lived it. It was just after 9 p.m. Because of some unforeseen chaos earlier, burned rice, spilled juice, a late work call, dinner was running behind.

I stepped out onto the porch to call the kids in. The screen door creaked and slapped shut behind me, and I yelled, Kids, dinner's ready. Silence. I figured they'd gone around the block like they sometimes do, racing their scooters and throwing pine cones at each other. I sighed, grabbed my phone, and started walking. We live on what I'll call C Street.

I headed up A Street and rounded the whole bend toward B. The evening air was unusually still. Heavy, like the whole neighborhood was holding its breath. Halfway down B Street, the feeling hit me. A cold prickles spread down my arms. The kind of gut feeling you get when you're being watched. I stopped walking. That's when I noticed the reeds and bushes along the ditch shifting all at once,

like something was moving through them. They rustled with an odd squeaking noise like wet shoes on a gym floor, but there was no wind. Nothing else moved. The road felt longer than it should have. The houses that lined it seemed, Further apart, and darker. It was like I'd stepped into a set,

a perfect replica of my town, but wrong, dull and distorted. It was like watching a movie all around me, and I wasn't sure if I was the audience or the character. I called out again, louder this time. Ellie, Ben, no answer. I turned in a slow circle, there were no barking dogs,

no distant TVs, no tree frogs, bugs, just that same creaking noise from the bushes. We have coyotes out here, sometimes bears. Some folks even swear they've seen a black panther. I don't believe them. I've hunted these woods, and I've heard every cry and call. But this sound, this sick, wet creaking, was new. Something was not right.

I pulled out my phone and called Ellie. It rang twice and then went to voicemail. I tried again. Same result. My heart rate spiked. I should have reached the Thompson House by now. It's maybe a five-minute walk max, but nothing looked familiar anymore. Not really.

I started to walk faster. The darkness seemed to stretch with me, swallowing the ground behind me. I stopped checking my phone, and I just focused on putting one foot in front of the other. 15 minutes passed and then 20. Then finally, finally, I saw the Ben that leads back to Sea Street. My house sat at the end, porch light glowing like a lighthouse through the dark. Suddenly I could hear again. There were dogs barking, the wind rustling leaves, a night bird calling.

And then my daughter's voice, there she is. She and Ben were on the porch, looking confused. I half jogged the rest of the way. Breath caught somewhere in my throat. Where were you? I asked them, hugging them tightly. We were in the backyard, Ellie said. We came and we heard you yell, but you weren't here.

Then we heard you again, like, far away. I didn't know what to say. I looked back toward B Street and everything looked normal now, familiar as it should be. But I swear for those 20 minutes, It's, that place was not part of my world. I don't know if I walked into a parallel universe, a time glitch, or something the woods coughed up from between the cracks of reality, but one thing I do know is this. That mother-fluffing road back there was not real.

I have a strange story. It disturbed me for so long the more I thought about it, and I've never really told the whole story. to anyone. I want to say that I've never had unstable states of mind or hallucinations, and I was not on any drugs from the dentist, and I don't know what to make of this story. When I was in first grade, we were all sitting at our circular tables, taking turns reading a book. Suddenly a voice came over the loudspeaker and called me to the office to be checked out. Nothing wrong yet. I'm just going to the dentist. My dad was here to take me and my sister, and he told me that I would probably be back before school was over, so I didn't need to bring my things with me.

So I go to the dentist and just got a cleaning, and I know for a fact that I wasn't put under with any kind of drugs because I've only had that happen once at the dentist, and it was when I got my wisdom teeth out as an adult. This time was just a routine cleaning, nothing more. but it did take a little longer than anticipated. So, when we got back to my school, classes had been dismissed. The buses to take kids home had all departed. There were no cars in the pickup line, because I remember us pulling right up to the entrance. It was after hours at Nursery Road Elementary.

I walked into the front office to tell the administrators that I'm just here to get my bag before walking back to the classroom. Again, let me be very clear that there weren't even many teachers or staff at the school at this point. The halls were quiet. Each door was wide open from janitors coming in to clean the empty classrooms. Most with the lights turned off. I remember thinking that it was kind of cool being at the school like this when it was so quiet, when I'm the only kid there.

So I hope you understand the scope of my shock as I turned the corner to my classroom to be met with a full classroom of kids, still sitting at their circular tables, still reading the same book. Seemingly everything and everyone was in the exact same place they were in when I had left hours before, as if I had only gone to the bathroom for a few minutes. I don't remember a lot from being seven years old, but when something happens to you that makes the alarm bells in your mind starts sounding, your brain starts recording everything. I remember the next ten minutes perfectly, and the first thing I remember thinking when I turned that corner was the obvious. What? Why are you all still here?

Followed by, why are you still reading? But then I had the thought that really perplexed me. Why didn't I hear anyone until I approached the door? The halls were completely silent. The doors were all open. I suspect from janitor's cleaning, including my classroom's door, and nothing seemed strange to me when approaching. But a room full of kids reading with a teacher,

and I didn't hear a single peep? Even if they were reading quietly, I think it's possible you would sense the presence of an entire classroom as you approach them. Oh, good. You're just in time. It's almost your turn to read. Ms. Mayburn and I... Come on, hurry up. We're almost done with this chapter. Stunned by confusion, my body entered its autopilot mode and I did what I was told slowly. I'm sitting at the table and just looking at everyone trying to make sense of what is happening. As the kids read on, suddenly the classroom is every bit as audible as any other day. There's no way that I wouldn't have heard it.

I try to interrupt several times. Ms. Mayburn, I'm only here to... It's rude to interrupt your classmates. You can ask questions when we're done. She was acting uncharacteristic to herself. She was brushing me off in a way that seemed deliberate and slighted. But I was seven and had no procedure on how to handle this. situation or articulate my anxiety.

Finally, it's my turn to read. I really have to go, Ms. Stop disrupting reading time, please. Once we're done with this chapter, we can move on. So, I began reading. I don't remember what book it was. Probably a magic treehouse book or something. We read a lot of those.

I just remember feeling like something was really wrong. Like I shouldn't be here. even though this was my classroom, it wasn't making sense. What do I know? I'm just a dumb kid. But some instinctual, on a primal level feeling was telling me to get out. Suddenly I feel someone sharply grabbed my arm and pull me. What are you doing? It was my older sister.

You were only supposed to get your bag. We've been waiting outside for you forever. Forever. How long is you? had I been in here? I thought that to myself. An annoyed, she rushes me out of the room, but not before I caught a look on Ms. Mayburn's face. It was blank, checked out. Not really cold or menacing, but just completely vacant before springing back to life, with her cheery sardonic tone. Why didn't you say so? Take care,

we'll see you tomorrow, before then sitting back down and directing the next child to begin reading. And that was it. Just some weird story that stuck in my mind for about 15 years. I don't know what to make of it. I told myself what they tell the kids in the movies. It was just my overactive imagination. Kids see things. They don't know what's going on.

My sister from time to time would bring up the story and tease me about it, always finishing with, he must have just loved to read when he was younger, before laughing. I always didn't know what to say, but I also thought that it was strange why she thought that story was so interesting for her. Why didn't she ever think it was weird that the whole class was still reading with me? Was she not surprised to see everyone like I was? Did I miss something?

Maybe I really was just an ignorant kid and didn't realize all the detention students or kids of parents who were late were gathered there? Well, one day when I was 23, I was introducing my sister to my new girlfriend at the time, and as she was telling so many embarrassing stories as she could, she told the one about that day. The same way that she always did, and I said, What is it about that story that you find so funny? Don't you think it was weird? Confused and scoffing, she says,

Uh, yeah, it was weird to see my little brother sitting in an empty class. reading home by himself after school hours. So about two weeks ago, at 8.30 a.m., I went inside one of six elevators from the basement of the building where my company rents for work spaces. The basement is also a parking lot, and its floor number is negative one. Hall floor is zero, from fifth floor to 14th one are my company's workspaces. 15th is the highest floor. It's the canteen. The elevators are smart ones, meaning that we can press to call a number of floor we want to go to from outside of them. Once there are enough orders, a certain elevator will open and display all the floors it will stop to during that session.

Following our company's policies, we must check in before 8.45, so the elevators are full of people around that time. On that particular morning, I would like to go to the 10th floor where I'm currently working, and I stood very close to the elevator door. The floor numbers displayed on the LED screen inside were 0, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, etc. I'm pretty sure there wasn't a four. It's a floor where people don't come as often as other floors because it's not a workspace. Continuing on to the story, the elevator stopped at 7. And when the door opened, what I saw was the scene around the fourth floor's elevator waiting area.

area. For context, I had worked at the seventh floor for a long time, before my business unit moved up to the 10th last October. Then the seventh floor was returned to the building management committee for maintenance. So, it was like three to four months not seeing that particular place. Also, up to that moment, I had no idea which company would come in and rent the seventh floor. So, when I saw the same scene as the fourth floor, I just guessed that the same company that rents the fourth also rented the seventh, and made the same floor set up. Turns out, that is not the case. The next day, I actually went to the seventh floor to check, and the elevator waiting zone is completely different from the fourth floor. So, the elevator stopped at the seventh floor, but the scene outside was of the fourth.

Hey, Raven, long time, no talk. I don't know if you remember me, but you read one of my stories back in October of, I think, 2023. It was a story about a time when I had to stay at a hotel in Overland Park, and I had a ghost basically jump scare me while I was watching something on TV about another ghost in action. and it was pretty meta, but it was a long time ago, so I forgive you if you don't recall it. I do. Well, I actually have another story for you, but this time it's a glitch, not a ghost story.

A fact that I'm actually thankful for. So, this last February, my wife and I took a vacation to visit her family out in Sedona, Arizona. It was a nice trip. I soaked up the landscape and was loving. the energy. My mother-in-law was ill, and she still kind of is, but she's doing much better, and while we were there to visit and help her parents out, we did do some of the vacation-y type of things, since we don't get a lot of time off. Near the end of our trip, we found this little shop that was tucked away, and I bought a souvenir. It wasn't tourist junk or anything.

It was a small palm-sized piece of dark, polished basalt rock. that had been carved into a simple spiral, like a miniature galaxy. I've been into space stuff since I was a kid, and something about it hooked me, so I bought it. It was fairly heavy, and I wanted to keep it on my desk at home as a bit of a paperweight and memento. We got home, and for about a month, that stone sat on the right corner of my desk in my office. I would pick it up, fidget with it, while I would pick it up, fidget with it, while I was. I was on a phone call and set it back down. It was a fixture, and I liked having it there.

Of course, as things happen, it starts to become part of the background. I got busy with work, had to go to another on-site in March, and when I got home, the rock was gone. I was cleaning my desk up after getting back, moved all of my papers and notebooks, and about midway through, I realized that it wasn't there anymore. I thought that it must have rolled off, or my wife had moved it for some unknown reason.

I checked around the office, but I couldn't find it. My wife even helped me search, and together we tore up the office in all of the adjacent rooms, but it was nowhere to be found. It was small, sure, but it was also a rock, so it wasn't like we were looking for something super tiny and lightweight. It had heft. By the end of the week and two more searches through,

deep cleaning the house, I had to just accept that the stone was gone, completely vanished. We both resigned ourselves to the idea that it had somehow ended up in the bin and was taken out, or fell into some crevice that connected to the void. I was disappointed, but I moved on.

I didn't really have much of a choice. Fast forward to the beginning of September of this year, so about a month ago as of submitting this, and I had another on-site that I had to attend. And wouldn't you know it, I was the lucky one, once again, being sent to Overland Park, Kansas. Sidebar, I know you moved to Minnesota,

but you mentioned that you knew the city, and I was curious at this place at some kind of rich supernatural history, because it always gives me the creeps. Not that I know. It's a pretty boring and standard suburb of Kansas City. Anyway, I have a... I had done what I always did, packed my gym bag with clothes that I needed, along with my networking

tools and drove them to the same hotel as last time, not by choice. I got to the hotel, checked in for my four-day stay, got to the room, and I unpacked everything from my bag. I'm the type that will take my clothes out and put them in the dresser that's in the hotel rooms, because it feels more organized. So, I completely and totally emptied my bag. bag and tossed it onto the floor by the corner chair. I want to emphasize that a bit.

It was completely empty and light, and I tossed it in the corner. I did the job, got everything working, and was there on the last night when I decided to go ahead and pack up, so I didn't have to do it in the morning. I step over to the bag, pick it up, and immediately notice that there's some weight in the bag. I picked it up and placed it on the bed and then unzipped it, and there sitting at the bottom was my Sedona spiral stone. My breath hitched, and I think that I actually stumbled back a bit, thinking there is no way on God's green earth.

After a moment or two, I picked it up and thumbed the carved spiral just to confirm it was real and that I wasn't losing my mind. The jury's still out on that second half. My mind started spinning. into these impossible scenarios. Did I somehow pack it? That wouldn't make sense. It had been missing for a few months,

and the last place I saw it was on my desk, at home. Then it disappeared, and that was that. I'm sure someone will say that I just left it in my bag when we came back from Sedona, but I want to say that that's also not possible. I didn't use this bag when I went to Sedona. This gym bag-like thing that I use for my clothes is specifically for work.

I keep spare tools in it that I need for my job, so I don't take it unless I'm working. We took our actual suitcases to Sedona because we packed our clothes together and needed more space, so the stone was never in this bag after it was purchased. So, somehow, this stone had disappeared into the ether back in March, and decided to wait five months before it made a grand reappearance in my work bag

all the way in Kansas. The distance between my home in this hotel is close to a thousand miles. So, I guess it took the long road here, five months to get a thousand miles to its next destination. I guess I'm just glad that I was in the room when it reappeared, because if I hadn't been sent on this job, It may have rematerialized in that spot for someone else to find, and then they would have had another story to write into you.

Anyway, that's my new story. It was weird and I have no logical explanation. Maybe in two more years I'll have a third one for you. Just know that I'm still around and listening, and do enjoy the stories you read. Much love, Raven, and stay spooky. Okay, I've only heard of Glitch in the Matrix stories from YouTube video, that read posts off Reddit.

I never really fully believed them, but I always wondered what it would feel like if something like that was real. Well, I think it just happened to me. I was coming back home after a picnic with my friends. I hadn't slept much the night before and was planning to cancel, honestly, but I always do that, and this time I just wanted to show up.

In the end, I did have fun, but the lack of sleep started to hit me hard around five, 5 p.m. I took the metro back, and instead of catching an auto home like I usually do, I decided to walk. I thought it might help me beat the sleepiness. The road from the junction has restaurants and grocery stores on both sides, very familiar path. At one point, I have to take a turn to the right. There's a chicken shop right there, and next to it is a grocery store called FarmFace.

So I'm walking, scrolling through cat reels on my phone, when I catch the exact smell of hens. That nasty, specific smell that always comes from that chicken place. I instinctively look up, and yep, there it is. The cages of chickens out front, and farm face right beside them, glowing with its bright signage. I remember staring at the sign for a second, trying to remember if I had to remember if I had grab anything for home. I was so tempted to get coffee, but I knew if I gave in, I would just stay up even longer. I needed a shower and sleep.

That was the plan. So I take the turn. A little ahead is a flower shop. I noticed they were unloading a bunch of plants from a truck. That caught my attention because they don't always do that. I made a quick mental note to remind my dad about getting new plants for the house. The smell in that spot is usually like muddy and leaves, earthy and kind of comforting. I kept walking still on my phone.

And then, out of nowhere, I get that chicken smell again. The flower shop usually smells like wet, cold mud, and green stuff, not hens. So I look up. Farm face. Again. Chickens. Same glowing sun. same smell, same spot.

My heart dropped. I had already passed this. I know this stretch of road by heart. I didn't turn back, I didn't loop around, I just kept walking straight, and yet there I was again, in the exact same place. I was panicking inside at this point, and my heartbeat was loud so that I could literally hear it in my ears. I was trying to think of a logical explanation, but nothing made it.

sense. To test if I was losing it, I took the same right turn again. And sure enough, the same flower shop was unloading the same plants from the same truck, same moment. I have no idea what happened. Maybe I was just too sleep deprived, but I swear on everything, I did not walk back, and I didn't turn around. I kept walking straight. I've walked that road a hundred times, and this has never happened before. I'm hoping it doesn't happen again. Hi, Raven. Greetings from Sweden.

Hello. I'm a big fan. I binged your stories for weeks when I first came across them. And I really appreciate the sense of community you've created. Thank you for that. Thank you kindly. What I'm about to share is something that happened to me a couple of years ago. And to this day, I still can't explain it.

It started at a spiritual festival. One evening, I joined a fire ceremony where each participant was supposed to place a log into the fire, along with a wish or intention. Not long after I placed my log, a glowing ember, a pretty large one, suddenly jumped from the fire. It traveled surprisingly far for a stray ember landing directly in my lap, right on top of a crumpled-up base layer shirt that I had over my legs. It was a synthetic shirt from H&M, the kind that will melt and burn when touched by fire. The amber burned an irregular jagged hole into the fabric, right at the spot over my right elbow.

I remember looking at it and feeling this strange, unshakable thought. This means something. I don't know what or why, but the feeling stayed with me. I wore that shirt for months, always slightly annoyed. by the little burn mark. Eventually, I decided to replace it. I bought a new shirt from H&M, almost identical to the first one.

About a week later, I was outside with the friend, one cold November night in Sweden. We were sharing a joint and talking quietly. I was wearing my new shirt as a base layer, with a hoodie over it, the cuffs tied around my wrist and a coat on top. Out of nowhere,

I felt a sharp, intense burn right? at my right elbow. I yelped and grabbed my arm, blurting out that it felt like a bee sting, which didn't make sense at all. It was night, in late autumn and freezing cold. We didn't check it right then. It was too dark and too cold, but I told myself I would look at it when we went inside, but I completely forgot.

A few days later, I was brushing my teeth and caught my reflection in the mirror. My right elbow caught my eye. There was a hole in my shirt. The new shirt. The exact spot as before. I froze. My head started spinning, and I felt like I was losing my mind. I yanked the shirt off and saw that it was a small, jagged burnhole.

I grabbed the old shirt from my closet and laid them side by side. Same type of fabric damage. Same location. I tried to reason it out. The only explanation I could think of was that maybe a piece of ember from the joint had somehow slicked onto my sleeve, rolled down my elbow and burned the fabric, but the hoodie's cuff was tight. I had a coat covering it, and there was no burn marks at all on either of those layers. I still don't know how it happened.

All I know is that I have two shirts nearly identical, each marked with the same. the burn hole in exactly the same place. I've kept them both. Sometimes I look at the matching burn marks and wonder if the universe was trying to tell me something. But to this day, I still don't know what. I'm not really a glitch in the Matrix believer, but I did go down a rabbit hole looking through stories in this sub a few years ago. I concluded they were fun to read, but it's just too easy to make stuff up on the internet

for me to believe it. But I recently had an experience that reminded me of stories I've read here and kind of freaked me out. My cousin and I grew up living in different countries, but we stayed at our grandparents' house every summer. Occasionally, one of her friends would visit for a few days. One summer it was Amy Smith. She was cool and she made an impression on me, though I felt she partied a little too hard, if you know what I mean. This was about 13 years ago. We were 17 and 19.

I would ask about Amy when I saw my cousin every summer after that, and about two years later, my cousin said they had drifted apart. Amy's brother had overdosed, and she got really depressed and spiraled into drugs. My cousin felt bad, but they weren't in touch anymore. Life went on, and I put Amy and her brother out of my mind. occasionally I saw Amy's Facebook posts and some of them were tributes to her brother tagged as Joe Smith. The real name was unique and memorable, which reinforced the story in my head that her brother had died and his death shattered her. I celebrated Fourth of July last weekend with my cousin in her hometown.

There were a bunch of her friends there wearing sweatshirts and memoriam of Joe Smith. My cousin said, Remember Amy, who visited us a long time ago? Her brother Odeed, and we made these sweatshirts in his honor. I thought to myself, that's nice. Even ten years later, they're keeping his memory alive. We were distracted making barbecue during this conversation and didn't talk about it beyond that.

Except looking at Facebook later, there were a few posts of the party, and sweatshirts sang something along the lines of, Can't believe it's been a year since Joe died. We miss you, brother, always in our hearts. I thought that it was weird, so I did some digging on Facebook. I saw a post by Amy with a black and white picture of her and Joe as kids, talking about how she was 18 months clean. It was hard, but she was proud, and she knew Joe was looking down from the afterlife, proud of her too.

Posted in November 2024. I swear I had seen this exact same post except more like five-plus years ago. I remember the 18 months' clean milestone and thinking good for her. I remember the black and white picture and talking about her brother looking down from the afterlife. I looked back at Amy's timeline and posts about her brother's death did just start a year ago. All the posts about him before that, he was alive and well. I texted my cousin to ask if Amy had any other brothers who had died. She said that Amy only had one brother, the one who died last year.

I told her that I remembered her telling me about this years ago. She said that was impossible since the brother died last July, but he had been struggling in and out of rehab for years, so maybe she had talked about that, and I misunderstood and thought that he died. But I don't think so. I vividly recall her saying the brother died and seeing tribute posts about him. him over the years. Anyway, not the craziest story ever, but there are a few posts in this sub with similar

death timeline changes, so I thought I would contribute my experience to the archive. Maybe I am just misremembering, but it feels very real to me. My cousin says that I should let her know if I have any more psychic premonitions of people dying. I'll keep you guys updated too. Hi, Raven. I love listening to your podcast. and hearing others' experiences.

They've really helped me not feel so alone and crazy with my own. I have all kinds of real stories, both my own and my mother's, but I'll start with this one. I'm not quite sure what to classify it as, honestly. I don't know if it was a premonition, timeline jump, glitch, or paranormal. When I was about six years old,

my mom, my brother, and I lived in a town, townhouse. One night, I woke up from a terrible nightmare where I saw the place that we lived engulfed in flames. It was so vivid and it felt extremely real. I can't recall all the details, but that's the main thing that I remember. When I woke up during the middle of the night, I was screaming and crying for my mom. She woke up and came to console me, reassuring me that it was just a dream. because I was so scared, it took me a while to get back to sleep, so my mom stayed up with me until I did, trying to keep me calm.

The next morning, my mom overslept because she had been up most of the night trying to calm me down. When she woke up and realized she had overslept, she quickly rushed to get my brother and I up for school. We were already running late, so my mom didn't have time to cook us a whole breakfast, as she usually did, and instead gave us something quick like granola bars. As we were headed out the door, my mom noticed that something smelled a little weird. She recognized what she smelled as gas and immediately called emergency services. When they arrived, they confirmed that it was a big gas leak and mentioned that

had any single electrical object been turned on, stove, microwave, toaster, or possibly even a light switch, the entire place would have literally exploded. So, because I had that dream which made my mom stay up with me, it in turn stopped it from happening, I guess. I don't know how else I could explain what happened. Thank you for taking the time to read my story, and have a wonderful day. This took place in the early 2000s when my husband was a supervisor for a major railroad company. We were living in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia, at the time called Noonan. He had to travel certain distances, even to different states sometimes during the day, because

he had a huge territory. I will tell you all up front that I'm not and never was a drug user. I do not suffer from mental illness of any kind, and I was not and am still not on any prescription medications. My husband and I have always teased each other over silly things for fun, and at this time he had been teasing each other about who was the laziest or who slept the most. Goofy, I know, but that's how we roll. Since he was a supervisor, he was sometimes allowed to work from home, even back then, because

unless he needed to go out in the field for something, his job mainly consisted of a few things on a computer and phone calls. I felt like I was the least lazy because I had to get up every morning and take our daughters to school and go pick them up, cook, clean, etc. So on this particular day, my husband had to go out into the field to make sure his men were on task. I was actually pretty tired that day,

so I was thinking to myself, yes, I can take a secret nap while he's gone. I went and laid down, and quickly, fell asleep. Something woke me up, and I, to this day, cannot remember what it was that woke me up, but I glanced down at the foot of the bed, and there was my husband. Of course, it annoyed me because I felt like he had snuck up on me, and caught me napping.

So I said, Why are you here? What do you want? He said nothing. He was grin, a goofy grin, shaking his hips in a teasing sort of little dance like a child does. when they're saying, ha ha, I have something you don't. What he had that I didn't was a 20-ounce mountain dew drinking on it while grin

this goofy little grin behind the top of the bottle. Now, trust and believe that I was wide awake and annoyed. I said, go away, you're not funny. And as I'm looking at him after saying that,

he began to dematerialize from the floor up. As he is, disappearing, it becomes clear that he is made of what appears to be digital little squares. The squares just floated off becoming transparent until they were gone. After the top of his head disappeared, I sat on the bed just staring at the empty area where he had been standing with my mouth open. I was in complete disbelief.

I panicked for a moment, wondering if it was some sort of message from the same message from the universe that something had happened to him, so I quickly called him. To my great relief, he picked up on the second ring, and I asked him, were you just here in the bedroom? He was very confused and said, what? No, I've been in Alabama all day. I told you that I had to go check out some things in the field. So whatever I saw was not really my husband.

I've racked my brain over the years trying to. to figure out what the thing was that I saw. Looking back, I remember that whatever it was was completely void of any sound. There were no sounds of clothing moving as he danced. No sound of him drinking the mountain dew? Nothing. I still have no clue what that was. And if I talk to people other than family,

they would probably think that I did drugs, which I didn't. I know all of you here won't judge me because we all see things that most people don't. Anyway, I just thought I would share. Thank you Raven for reading and thank you all for listening. I have a strange story that I've been thinking about submitting for a little while. And then when you did your community post asking for stories, I figured now was the time. Hopefully you get enough stories to keep making awesome videos, as I don't think I could get through my day without listening to your voice.

That's not me trying to flatter you. That's just me saying that I need the strange and scary stories that you do to get me through my incredibly boring job. Sorry, let's get on to my story. I want to start by saying that, much like other people that send in their stories, this whole thing does make me feel like I'm crazy. But I swear on everything that had happened, and it still chills me to the core when I think about it. It was back in the summer of 2018, I think. My dad, bless his heart, is a bit of a Luddite. He uses his phone for phone calls and to send about a dozen texts a week.

The most complex thing he does with it is his email to his old army buddies every once in a while and that's about it. He uses paper maps and directions that he prints from Google Maps on his computer. He used to use MapQuest printouts, but he has since upgraded. Because of what he does for work, he does a lot of driving to and from certain places, and he ends up in places where there isn't much in ways of cell signal. So he likes to keep things basic. He and I are very close, and since my mom passed away back in 2015, we have always made sure to keep in touch,

and when he drove to a job, he would always let me know when he left home and when he got to the location. On this particular day, he was on a long drive heading back to his house from a job site, way out past the state forest. For context, this stretch of highway was known for having pretty much no cell signal for about 35 to 40 minutes along the stretch.

You drive through it, and your cell phone becomes an expensive brick. And then, when you get closer to civilization, it all comes back through. Now, that was back in 2018-ish, so it may be different now, but back then it was a pain. I was at home probably doing something mindless, as I usually did when I wasn't in class or working, when my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was my dad. My first thought was, huh, he must have been speeding because there's no way he's gotten home yet.

In fact, based on the time, I assumed that he would have been in the dead zone. I answered with the normal, hey dad, what's up? What I heard on the other end was not my dad, though. Not clearly, anyway. It was like his voice, but heavily distorted, like he was talking through a broken speaker. There was a low guttural hum underneath it, too, and the connection was terrible. crackling in and out, but the call did stay connected. I said hello again, a little louder, thinking he had called me before he got service back,

and then through the static, I heard some garbled sounds, but was able to make out a very faint, Hey, where are you? But what was weird was that it wasn't my dad's voice. It was my voice. It was bizarre because I hadn't said that, so I knew it wasn't like, like an audio echo or something like that. I then asked, Dad, are you there?

Are you okay? Getting a bit concerned about whatever this call was. Then I heard another sound, something that sounded like my voice once again, but this time it said, Happy birthday, in an excited tone. That was really freaky because, again, it was my voice,

and it was nowhere near either one of our birthdays. At that point the call hung up and my phone seriously just rebooted. The screen went black, and then the Samsung logo popped back up on the screen like I had held the power button and turned it off and then on again. When my phone finally booted back up, I tried to call my dad back, but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again, but same thing. I was panicking a little bit, but was thinking that maybe it was just a tech glitch or something. but that really didn't explain why I had heard my own voice, saying happy birthday or where are you? I took a few deep breaths and just figured that he would call me as soon as he could.

About 30 minutes later, I was actually surprised when my dad pulled into my driveway. He jumped out of his car and made his way to my door looking frantic. I met him at the door and he was hugging me, asking me if I was okay and what was wrong. I told him that I was fine, that nothing was wrong, and I asked him what he was talking about. This is where things got even more freaky. Apparently 30 minutes prior to him pulling up, at the exact time that I got that garbled call where I heard my own voice and the static, he had gotten a call from me. He said that he had answered and all he could hear was the static,

but then he heard the sound of me bawling my eyes out. He heard me crying really hard, and I wouldn't respond to anything he was saying. I was just crying. I told him that I hadn't called him, that he had called me, that I got a call and could hear myself talking in the background. We talked about this for a few moments, and we actually checked our calls to show each other the call logs. What was crazy was that both phones had an incoming and outgoing call at the exact same time.

like we had both called each other at that same time and gotten a call at the same time. So we were both technically correct. We had somehow called each other and gotten calls from the other person at the same time, but neither of us had actually made a phone call. We both were pretty freaked out about the whole thing, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, but we had nothing. He couldn't remember if his phone had rebooted. after the call ended because he was freaking out thinking something terrible had happened,

so when it hung up, he tossed his phone into the cup holder and wasn't paying attention to it afterwards. So, I can't account for whether or not that happened. Thankfully, we were both okay, and we just ended up having dinner together after the event. But it was super creepy. The only explanation I could think of for this was some kind of tech glitch, but I don't know of any technical glitch that would have two phones nowhere near each other calling each other at the same time, and then both users hearing a completely different phone call. I don't think this was some kind of glitch in the phones.

I'm thinking it was more a glitch in the Matrix of some sort. This was a few years ago. For context, I've gone hiking with my dog a lot. off-leash out in the boonies. We have a really good system, and there have been moments where he dashes off for a little while and comes back within a few minutes. Every time he has run away,

I either see where he's taken off to, or I hear his collar, which seems to have a thousand tags on it. I can always hear him traipsing off through the brush, and, like I said, he always comes back. Well, on this particular day we were doing a hike in the Olympics in Washington. It was outside of cell range and there weren't that many people on the trail or in the parking lot. Doggo and I start the hike, and I swear we're only ten minutes into the hike when I just stop hearing him.

He was right beside me and slightly behind me. Collar tags jingling when I just stopped hearing the jingle jangle jangle altogether. We were surrounded by dense forest and there is no sound of brush being crashed through. He's nowhere, just gone. I'm not panicked, although weirded out, that I can't tell where he is. I call his name and just pause on the trail and wait. Time starts to pass. He's not anywhere. I can't sense a thing.

Ten minutes go by, then 20, then 30. An hour goes by Now I have a knot in my stomach What do I do? I've been calling for him I go a little up the trail, call some more Eventually I decide that maybe he went down to the car

So I begin my walk to the parking lot My hopes are getting higher as I near the lot But my heart drops when all I see Is the mostly empty lot with my car and one other in it No dog I look under the cars, no dog. There was no other place an animal could hide. I decided to go to the message board slash map area in a corner of the parking lot

to leave a note and continue looking for my dog. I turned to the board and realize I need paper from my car, and turn back around to my car, and bam, who is sitting right behind me all the sudden, but my 60-something-pound boy who looks just as surprised. as I do. I dropped to my knees crying and he gives me a huge hug. I've never seen him look so relieved in his life,

his collar tags jangling away. His eyes were wide as hell and I hope that if you've read this, you understand the glitch, because this has never happened before or since despite chasing after animals or wandering off for a little while. I'm telling you that parking lot was empty. and yes, he is still thriving as a dog. Hello, Raven. I've been listening to your stories on YouTube,

as well as many other narrators, for just over a year. It's my favorite time of day. After work, or whatever I've been up to that day, to rush home, gather my snacks, get in my jammies, and turn on my old and outdated Samsung tablet, and just zone out to your stories. I'd like to preface the story by explaining that I've been going through a ton of changes in my personal life in the last few years. There's been a lot of stress, but also a lot of growth and discovery about myself.

I've often felt myself operating on autopilot, but feeling completely out of my own body, as if I'm watching myself. Instances like this have happened since I was a child, but more recently, I assume, because of the added story. of moving and starting a whole new life in another state. I've had strange things happen to me over the years, but could never really put a finger on the odd changes, visions at the corner of my eye, maybe an invisible touch, or the feeling of not being alone,

as well as having forgotten or misplaced items. In the last year, I've really been hoping to be able to put something solid together to submit to you, and here we are. Last night was a little different. While I typically would have worked, I had taken the day off due to not feeling well. An upset stomach. No biggie. I had been lightly snacking throughout the day, and by 6 p.m.,

I realized I hadn't had any fruit or vegetables and thought, maybe I should make a fruit salad. I walked into the kitchen to my fruit bowl sitting on my table. I normally keep apples, tiny oranges, and bananas around for this sort of thing. I went to grab one of each fruit and realized that I didn't have any apples left. Thinking to myself, that's funny. I could have sworn I still had one large gala apple left. Oh well, I'll just make do without one. I knew that I had grapes in the fridge, so I would just substitute with those.

I gathered the rest of the fruit and put them on a towel on my butcher block table. I turned around to find a bowl, grabbed my grapes, maple syrup, and whipped cream. Yes, I know it sounds weird, but it's actually quite delicious mixed with fruit. I then grabbed a small knife from the drawer and a paper towel from the roll on the countertop, and when I turned around to prepare everything on the butcher block, what was sitting on the butcher block next to my tiny orange? A giant, gala apple. This apple was definitely not on the butcher block when I set the other fruit down.

Where did it come from? or better yet, where had it gone when it went missing from my fruit bowl? It had made me stop dead in complete bewilderment. I took a few seconds to recover, and then I made my fruit salad and thought, this would be a great entry for a glitch in the Matrix story. I'm excited that I finally got to submit something. And thank you for reading, Raven. Hey, Raven, Big Mac here again.

This will be the second story that I've submitted. I love your podcast, and I've been listening for about almost a year now, and all of your stories make me feel like I'm not crazy, like my sister always claims. But that's a few stories for another time. I want to thank you for this podcast, because if I didn't find you, I would probably start believing my sister. Anyway, this is something that happened to me just now.

I'm not sure if it could be considered a glitch or not, but it kind of caught me off guard anyway, just like most glitches that happened for me throughout my life. So, today is Saturday, March 8th. It's currently now 143 p.m. So let's go back about 15 minutes. I was sitting in the kitchen on my phone looking through my Snapchat memories for today. After you finish for the day, some random pop-ups.

If you have Snapchat, you know what I'm talking about. So between 128 to 135, I finished with the memories for the day, and a few randoms came up next. As I tapped through them, I looked at a picture of my two kids together from Halloween of 2024. My 11-year-old is a huge anime fan, and she was Naruto. My five-year-old son, who was into anything new at the time, was Montgomery Gator or Monty from the Five Nights at Freddy's movie. I looked at the picture for about a minute or so, and swiped off Snapchat, and then looked at the time, which was now 137. As soon as I sat my phone on the table, my daughter walks around the corner into the kitchen, and none other than her Naruto costume from this previous Halloween.

I was confused, but also found it a bit funny, but just caught off guard a bit by the whole thing. I kind of laughed as I told her, this is crazy. You know, I was just on Snapchat, I'm just a Snapchat looking at my memories. Hold on, let me show you. And I pull up her picture with her brother to show her, and she laughs as well. She just said, wow, unenthusiastically, might I add. And then proceeded with, can you button this for me? I laugh again and say yes as I reach to snap her Velcro patches into place. And when I finish, she walks away unbothered.

I guess she wasn't too much moved by the situation like I was. but I just immediately thought what a weird glitch. I didn't ask her what she thought of it, and maybe I should have, but she knows that I watch your glitch in the Matrix playlist daily. Well, thank you. So she is kind of familiar with it, and I'm pretty sure she already knew what I was thinking. Plus, she will hear something in one of your videos as I'm listening, and she says, Mama, something like that happened to me, and try to explain it. I can submit some of her stories if you'd like.

Sure. I'd appreciate that. But I just wanted to know if something like this has happened to someone else before. I'm not sure if it's considered a glitch or seeing into the near future a few minutes, or what to consider it. I believe it would be some sort of synchronicity. It felt like just one of my normal glitches that I've experienced throughout my life. Can anyone help explain it where I can possibly?

possibly understand what just happened, but I'm going to go eat now while I listen to your podcast. Hi, Raven. I think I just experienced my first glitch. I've been a longtime listener of yours and had previously submitted my story about sleep paralysis, but I've never had a glitch until today. My job is one of those corporate jobs that tries to make the employees feel like they're all family. We do team-building exercises, have employee appreciation. days, and we're one of those places that passes around birthday cards for people to sign. We also send out sympathy cards when there is a death in someone's family. This glitch has to do with a sympathy card.

Whenever a card is being passed around, we have a red folder with a list of all employees' names on the front and a short description about who slash what the card is for. When you sign the card, you check your name off, and then give it to someone else whose name is not checked off so they can sign it. Today, someone dropped off the folder at my desk. I opened it and saw that it was for one of my coworkers whose brother-in-law had passed away. I never knew what to write for these types of things, so I read a few of the other messages to get an idea.

There were already a bunch of messages saying, my deepest sympathies, my condolences, I'm sorry for your loss, thoughts and prayers, etc. So, I took bits and pieces and came up with my condolences for your loss and then signed my name. I wrote it on the left side of the card toward the bottom next to the middle fold. I read it again and thought that it sounded a little weird. Like the words really didn't mesh well or something, but I had already written it in pen and I couldn't go back to change it. I flipped to the front of the folder to check my name off, and that's when I saw that there was already a checkmark next to my name.

Weird. I don't remember signing it. Did someone accidentally check off my name instead of theirs? I opened up the card again to compare those who had already signed to the ones that were checked off. As I was skimming through the card, I froze. I saw my weirdly phrased message, my condolences on your loss, with my signature. But this time it was at the top right corner of the... of the right side of the card.

I looked back at the bottom left side near the fold where I had just signed and it was still there. My condolences on your loss and my signature. I closed the card not believing it to be true and then opened it up again and sure enough, both messages were still there. How did I write the exact same weird sounding phrase twice? Also, if my name was checked off, why did someone put the folder on my desk for me to sign? Apparently the card had been circulating the office since last week.

There were already quite a few signatures when I got it, but I don't remember signing it. And I did not see my message when I was reading what other people had wrote for inspiration. This whole thing has me tripping out, and now I'm wondering what else has glitched without me noticing. Hey, Raven. I'm a recent discoverer of your channel, which is a fantastic listen. Your glitch stories have had me considering a question that has bothered me for over 30 years. I'm not really a believer in simulation theory, but I believe there are oddities out there that we can't deny. The following story is one that I largely want to dismiss,

as one of those misremembered events of childhood, but more recent details don't fully support that, either. The tale involves a set of toy-stuffed kittens. As a child, my mom received a toy cat family set, a mother cat with three stuffed kittens in a basket. It's a beautiful set of quality workmanship and thus entered the realm of heirloom. When I was a kid, she passed the set on to me. With one error, she had lost one of the kittens in her childhood. I didn't mind, I was a kid, I loved the toy set that I had, and played with the mother cat and two kittens.

And then, I distinctly remember this. I went to grab something under my bed and found a stuffed kitten. It matched the set exactly. The aging, the distinct craftsmanship. This was not a set that could be replaced. So, for several years, I had the full set. I recall thinking my mom's story of losing the third kitten as a child didn't make sense because I had found the kitten in my room.

in a different home than my mom's childhood home. And then one day that kitten disappeared from its basket. It was at a point where the set had become nothing but decor in my rooms, so it wasn't like I lost a plaything, but it was odd. A few years ago, I asked my mom about the cats. She swears the third kitten had been lost when she was a kid. She doesn't ever remember seeing the third kitten in my room. Here's the kicker.

The set is still in my parents' home, and recently the third kitten has reappeared. No one can explain it. I suppose this could be nothing more than false memories of events or even some elaborate practical joke, but it's been a lifelong oddity to me. Hey, Raven, I'm actually new to your channel and have found it to be more genuine than others, which is why I stick around. I get all my chores done because of you, so thanks. Thank you for listening. So, glitch or system update, linear time shift, Mandela universe shifting, this story fits all of these categories.

Let me paint the picture a little bit. I'm currently 38 in 2025 and have been a fan of conspiracy or occult subjects for most of my life. since I was around 12 to 13 years old. When I was about 3 or 4, I had my first glitch, or Mandela effect, happened without knowing what any of that was. It wasn't until my adult years,

did I recall, the incident and was able to relate it to something I had a better understanding of now than I did then. I only had one grandpa my whole life until I was about 22 years old, then I felt, finally met my mother's parents.

I always knew of them, but because of the distance, money, and time. Me meeting them was never a priority. So all my childhood, my dad's father was my only grandpa. We would regularly spend a night or two with them when we visited, again, because of distance. My grandpa Bob was silly and liked to joke around with us grandkids, so it was common for him to be making a ruckus, singing twisted songs, or playing jokes and games. Well, this visit, he handed at him to bark at me with his bulldog tattoo with a spiked chain collar on his right forearm. This only happened once, but he would chase me around the

house barking and shaking his arm to make it look like the tattoo was barking. Fun times for a kid of my age and something I have never forgotten. So the next time we go to visit them, maybe only a month or two later, within a few minutes of arriving and getting settled into the guest room, I looked to Grandpa and I remembered the last time. I went looking for the tattoo to try to rile Grandpaw up and get him to play with me. Then I noticed right away the tattoo was different. It's no longer a bulldog, it's now a skull and crossbones.

I asked confused. Grandpa, what happened to the dog tattoo you had? Remember, you would bark at me. Confused looks fell on the room. I said this in a room full of people. Me, my father, and both of my grandparents. They all stopped at once, overhearing what I was saying and asked what I was talking about, and said that he never had a bulldog tattoo.

And they don't remember or know what I'm talking. talking about. I exclaimed about it, talking about how and where we played, but none of them remembered. Funny thing is, no one in my life has a bulldog tattoo. Plus, who else could I have confused as my grandfather, being that he was my only grandpaw until my mid-20s. He recently passed away earlier this year, and I had to take one last look at his arm before saying goodbye. It's still a skull and a crossbow on his arm. Even as a kid, it's an almost dizzying feeling when you're absolutely sure about something, but it's not accurate. Tattoos don't just change. So, Raven, thanks for what you do and for reading my story. I have more and will be

sending them in for your channel exclusively, and much love to all that listen. I have a glitch story that I'm sure will be looked at as boring by some people, but I figured I would post it just in case someone found it as bizarre as I did. It happened a few years ago. I was living in my first grown-up apartment, freshly out of school and broke AF. The story involves probably my prized possession, something that I spent way too much money on and absolutely adored. That item would be a hoodie about a certain YouTube channel that doesn't exist anymore. The hoodie itself being half black and half white, and that should tell many people everything they need to know about said hoodie.

It was way too much money, money I didn't really have, but it was something I loved and I wanted my piece of history, so I bought it. I wore that hoodie way too much. It was also sentimental, because I actually bought said hoodie with money that my grant grandmother had given me for my birthday, literally three months before she passed away. So, my point is, I loved that hoodie for multiple reasons. I know this is a lot of context, but it's somewhat important to the whole thing. One day, during lunch, I was eating one of my favorite foods, a local restaurant's coconut

chicken curry, literally my favorite thing in the world. I was also wearing my hoodie because I always wore the hoodie when the weather was cooler outside. Some of you may have put together the issues with this whole thing. White cloth, curry, so forth, and so on. Anyway, my dumbass ended up spilling some of the curry on the hoodie. Those of you that like curry probably know that most curries contain turmeric, and turmeric is that fun spice that makes yellow mustard so yellow. and it stains everything and anything that it touches.

I was freaking out, because there was now a two-inch large yellow stain on the white half of my most prized possession. I freaked out, pulled it off, and did everything I could to scrub the stain out. I thought I got it, but I decided to wash it and run it through the dryer to be absolutely certain. Come to find out, this was the dumbest thing I could have ever done.

Apparently, heat will actually set turmeric stains. If you don't let the item air dry. So by washing and drying my hoodie so quickly, I made that yellow circle a permanent addition. I ended up hanging the hoodie up and keeping it in my closet, right at the front so I could always see it. But I didn't want to damage it more than I already. had. The big yellow stain always taunted me when I looked at the hoodie. I got to the point where I ended up moving it closer to the back, so I didn't have to look at it after a couple of months. And eventually it did as all things do. Left my mind entirely, and I had moved on with my

life. I had bought another hoodie and started wearing it more when I could, but I really didn't think about the stained one much because it wasn't always in front of me. The next year, the next year, which would have been around four months after the incident occurred with the curry, my lease was up on my apartment. And I was going to move in with one of my friends a bit further into town. It was a move up, so I was excited. The only thing I wasn't looking forward to was packing everything up in boxes. Thankfully, it was just me, so it wasn't like I had a whole lot to pack.

I got to my bedroom and started packing it. up all my clothes when I got to my closet. I was pulling all my shirts and jackets out and got to my prized half-black, half-white hoodie. I was immediately reminded that there was a massive yellow stain on the front of it, and that was why I didn't wear it anymore. Then I got that pang you get when you get reminded of something upsetting. I grabbed the hoodie from the hanger and started looking at the white half to see where the stain was,

and I was genuinely surprised. There was no stain. I was shocked. I combed over every single bit of the white. I turned it inside out. I stretched the fabric a bit trying to see if it was still there in the deeper parts of the cloth, but there was nothing. No yellow stain whatsoever.

The hoodie was pristine. The white half was perfectly and immaculately white. There wasn't even a shadow of the stain, no faint yellow, no outline, nothing. It was as if the whole thing never even happened. I stood there just staring at the damn hoodie, my brain doing that full reboot. I'm sure that I had that buffering circle on my face while I tried to piece together what I was looking at, and what I knew to be true. Turmeric stains do not fade, especially when it's set into white fat,

so there was no possible way for this stain to have just vanished with time. Not to mention a few months sitting in the closet wouldn't have been enough to fade. I actually used the flashlight on my phone to look closer at all of the white, and there was absolutely nothing whatsoever. I know that this sounds ridiculous, and again, not creepy like the other stories that you get, but this was such a strange occurrence for me. I loved this hoodie more than anything else I have ever owned, and I was so upset that it had gotten stained.

I was broken-hearted that I had damaged something so treasured, which was why I actually put it away, because I was thinking that I didn't want to damage it any more than I already had. It was the strangest thing to be looking at that hoodie and not see a suit. stain. But I was elated that it was back to perfect. I still have the hoodie, stained free and still in near perfect condition. I wear it from time to time, but never while eating curry or anything with tomato or chocolate. I pretty much don't wear it while eating, that's the better way to put it. So has anyone else ever had an item they had go through a miraculous fix like this?

anything similar that has left you wondering if you had witnessed reality bending? I considered sending in a picture of the hoodie, but then I realized that I would just be sending you a picture of a plain, unstained hoodie, so that would be silly. Anyway, thank you for reading, and I hope everyone has a lovely day. Hello, Raven. You've not heard from me before, but I sincerely doubt you won't hear from me again. I discovered your YouTube channel a few months ago, and I'd had a blast listening to your stories while I game. Nevertheless, it's reminded me of a couple of glitches, per se, of my own. I'm not well-versed on this sort of topic yet, and I'm a goody two-shoes Christian voice,

so I'm not certain I entirely buy into the simulation theory. But either way, these experiences are truly, at least in my opinion, unexplicated. This one occurred about ten years ago as of the writing of this, when I was but a wee lad. I had a bad dream, not really a nightmare, because I don't consider bad dreams to be nightmares unless they make me wake up in a panic, which this one did not. But in my dream I was in a dark place, very cramped and square, almost as if I was under a desk in a very cramped office, except that there was like some rusty sheet of metal, like the kind that wobbles with the funny sound, it was blocking the front opening.

I was kneeling to be able to fit there. I didn't recognize the place at all. All I knew was that I was hiding from something. The metal sheet had some holes in it from the rust, and I remember hoping the sheet wouldn't fall, but then it began moving to the left, as if being pulled by something. I knew it would be bad if I let it open all the way up, so, with both hands, I grabbed on to both sides of the sheet of metal, using just my grip strength to try to pull it back into place from the edge, given there was nothing to increase my grip, since it was a metal sheet.

And I was too scared to poke my fingers through the rusted holes because something might pull at me in, well, rust, tetanus. So, I was frantically pulling the metal sheet back. but my hands kept slipping and I had to keep grabbing onto the side of the sheet. I could feel something staring at me through the holes in the sheet, but I wasn't brave enough to turn to look. Before I knew it, I had woken up, and this dream had pretty much faded into the recesses of my mind. I know that none of this sounds like a glitch,

but the glitch actually happened about a year later, and all of this exposition was needed because, after about a year, a very well-known indie horror game released, Five Nights at Freddy's Sister Location. On the second level, Knight 2, imagine my shock when I was playing a let's play of the game when, almost detail for detail, a one-to-one recreation of my bad dream from about a year ago at the time showed up.

Well, in 2D, but nevertheless the same. hiding under the desk, the metal sheet in front, the holes, the sheet opening, the player needing to keep their mouse tracking the side of the sheet because if they just clicked and kept the mouse still, the sheet would slip out from under it gradually toward the left. The eyes of the bitty-babs staring at you through the holes, almost everything was one-to-one to my dream. I legitimately have no idea what to call this, and if you know what this would be called,

Please let me know, because I vividly remember pausing the gameplay to call out what happens after. And what I called out did happen after, the sheet of metal sliding gradually. So I know this was not just a deja vu. I believe they're called prophetic dreams, which are a glitch in my opinion. Anyway, thank you for reading my story and for making all of our days a little brighter. You could not believe how much I appreciate it. I might share some more glitches that happened to me at a later date, some more recent ones. Hey, I love your narrations.

Personally, I struggle to believe in glitches in similar phenomenon. However, despite my reluctance, I experienced a small glitch that I can't just blame on a moment of distraction or poor short-term memory. I actually have a pretty good memory, although I'm aware of the limitations we can all face when it comes to recalling things. things with total accuracy. I found someone's driver's license on a sidewalk with no one else around. If someone dropped it, they were long gone. I was heading to the post office soon and know that if you lose your license or state ID in the U.S., the post office will mail it back for the owner and just charge the ID

owner a small fee to cover postage. It's easy enough, so I grabbed it. I placed the license on the seat in my truck and looked at it more closely. It was a little damaged, bent and then bent back. I flipped it over and saw a Caucasian woman with light curly hair and a sunburnt face, looking back at me through the ID picture. There was nothing else on the passenger seat.

Instantly I felt a wave of negative feelings when I reflected on the picture on the ID. The woman looked vaguely like a former co-worker who wasn't the greatest. But it's not like it was her. The negative thoughts and feelings toward this person and their ID didn't feel right or natural, almost as if they came from outside of my head. Internally, I combated them thinking to myself, You don't know this woman, she's not all these negative things, and hopefully it'll help her out a lot to get this back.

Hopefully this will save her a trip to the DMV and the replacement fees. Even so, I flipped the ID over, seeing again that slight crease on the back where it had been bent slightly and then flattened back into shape. Finally, after a few more errands, I get to the post office. I hadn't looked at the ID much or at all as I was focused on driving and getting a few more things done. I grabbed that ID off the passenger seat, and instead of a sunburned Caucasian lady, there's a completely different person looking back at me. The woman in the photo was a different race, with lovely skin and a nice smile.

She was younger, too. I flipped the ID over, and it was devoid of the slight warping and discoloration from being bent and reshaped. It was pristine. I was so confused. I thought maybe I had picked up driver's licenses, and maybe one of them had fallen to the floor. I searched on the mat and under the seat and found nothing. I gave the postal employee the license, and they said they would get it back to her. A few days later, I did an intense search of my vehicle and still came up empty.

That original ID was gone. How had I seen a completely different person? Why did my brain go all haywire and feel negative towards a person I didn't even know? How did I feel instantly relieved seeing the nice smile of the woman on the new ID? Thank you for reading this, and I hope it can validate anyone else who experiences any type of weird, negative, or external feeling thoughts prior to a glitch. If I'm the only one with that type of experience, that's fine too. Around 2018, I had a very strange, unexplainable experience. A little backstory as well.

I lived alone in my mother's four-bedroom home. She was a contractor and would be gone for several months at a time for work. I used to own a small duffel bag that could fit around three to four days of clothes for traveling. The last time I used the bag was December 2017 to visit my sister. I always, when returning, would stick the bag in my closet after taking everything out. January 2018 rolls around and I have another trip. Like usual, I go to my house. closet where I keep my duffel bag. The problem is, this time the bag is not there. My closet's not

very big, and I had it set up this way. My starched jeans, about ten pairs hang to the right. My big suitcase is held up straight against the wall by the jeans. On top of my suitcase, I would always put my duffel bag. I tore my closet apart but could not find the bag. This really perplexed me. After returning from my trip, for days, I looked around the house. At this time, I couldn't imagine where it could have gone. It was literally nowhere to be found. I would tell everyone who would listen and even went as far as accusing my sister of stealing it, which made no sense because I definitely brought it back after visiting her.

I was trying my hardest to rationalize where it could have been. For months, I brought it up to family, co-workers, clients, I was still freaked out. One day, my mother came back from work and wanted to redo her floors and paint the walls. This felt like the perfect opportunity to find my bag. I was tasked with removing everything from the rooms to the living room. Once the floors were redone and the walls painted, I would then put everything back. There's no way I wouldn't be able to find my bag after dismantling every room, right?

Absolutely not the case. My bag was still nowhere to be found. I had given up and just remained freaked out by it. Fast forward to some time around August of 2018, I was asleep in home alone like usual. I can't remember the time, but maybe around 2 a.m., when I heard a crash in my closet. Like something fell down.

I had turned over and looked. I don't have a closet door. and saw that my suitcase had fallen over. At the time, I didn't realize how crazy this is because my suitcase weighs like seven pounds, maybe, and his cloth. And it was being held in place by my jeans pressed against the wall. I just rolled back over and told myself I would deal with it when I got up. The morning comes, and I feel refreshed and decide to hit the gym before doing anything.

I never even looked at my closet or acknowledged it. When I returned from the gym, I told myself that I would straighten my room up. The first place I decided to clean was my closet, because the suitcase had fallen. Then the craziest thing happens. When I go to my room to start cleaning, I go to pick up my suitcase and on top of it was my duffel bag that had been missing for months. I can't explain how this happened or what even happened. I called everyone who I've talked to about it, and everyone thought I was crazy, of course, because how did it happen? It was really unexplainable.

I'm not sure why I've always been nervous to tell people, but I always felt like something happened that I wasn't supposed to know about, or a glitch. This is a glitch that happened to me and my siblings many years ago. I was at a park with my two sisters and three step-sisters, all of different ages, me being the youngest. We were walking home from the park that was on the opposite side of the small town that we lived on. Like, the park was on one border of the town. You passed through the town, and we lived on the suburbs next to the main part of town. So we're passing through the main part of town,

and we see a guy walk out of a store wearing a suit with sunglasses, talking on a cell phone. Not weird, but people didn't dress like that in this small country town. We keep walking and see a black car pull up, and another man in a suit with sunglasses on the phone gets out. The more we go through town, the more we see black cars pull up, and more men in suits with sunglasses on the phone walking out of stores and the cars. It gets to the point that we are running because everybody in the streets is a man in a suit with sunglasses talking on the phone and all the cars are black.

As we run, it seems to get darker and darker until we run through the hole in the fence that leads into our backyard, where it's pitch black. We make it inside, but two of my sisters are significantly slower and are still behind us. Now, I think they made this part up, but it's still part of the story. But they said after we went through the fence, they saw a glowing demon face behind them. Again, I think they may have just added that for some flare to the experience, but the whole story is crazy, so who knows? Some additional detail. The oldest of the group was about 15, and they saw everything too, except for the face. I was about 8.

It was overall about a 30-minute experience. It was around sunset, which is more likely the reason for it getting dark, but it seemed super accelerated. There were probably about 30 men in suits when we started running, and what they were saying on the phone sounded like nonsense, but again, I was only eight. This happened to me a couple of years ago. I was biking to work as per my usual routine, and I was at a crosswalk waiting to cross. when I heard tires squealing. I was on my phone but managed to look up in time to see a red pickup truck run a red light

and slam into a black BMW on the driver's side rear panel. The BMW spun violently and nearly flipped into the air. The tire was torn off and thrown into a parking lot hitting a car. The red pickup knocked off his trajectory, sped toward the sidewalk slamming into a light, Post. Thankfully, the three people there managed to flee before the pickup hit them. The impact was so loud and violent, and there was debris everywhere, and yet, aside from the car alarm from the damaged vehicle in the parking lot, everyone was quiet. I looked around at everyone's

stunned faces before my EMT training kicked in. I took a class a few months prior, and while I didn't pursue that as a career I did value the training that I received. I immediately took out my phone and dialed 911, as I told people to check on the driver, but not to move them. I relate everything I saw, as much clear information as I could, to the female operator. When I heard a man shout out that there was a baby in the BMW, I felt my heart twisting up in fear and sadness, but managed to keep my composure, and I looked up to get the street names. When I looked back for the wreckage, it was gone. There was no car accident or anything.

Just a regular, boring street. The 911 operator must have heard my confused expression. I think I muttered something like, What the f? I explained to her that I must have been mistaken as there was no car accident. She asked if I was okay. and I told her that, yeah, I guess I was just confused. I apologized, and right before I was going to hang up, the accident happened, just as I remembered it, every single detail, and probably even more since I saw it fully.

The 911 operator must have heard the crash over the phone and asked me if there was a car accident just now. I said yes, and she sent the police immediately. I stayed on the phone with her for a few minutes, as we both tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. We were both very confused as to the situation, and just decided to leave it behind us. I don't really believe in the supernatural, and I for sure would have just dismissed this as a random fleeting thought

if it wasn't for the fact that I had a five-minute call with me, 911 on my phone. The OPE added an edit. I did stick around and while the mom was pretty beat up, the baby was okay from what I saw when the ambulance took them. The red pickup driver was drunk, as evident of him trying to run and fight people who held him back until the police cuffed him.

Well, of all things that have happened to me in my life, and I've had a lot of paranormal and weird things happen. This is by far the most unexplainable. Basically, a ring that was lost in 1996 reappeared this year, which I'm sure in normal circumstances this isn't so strange, but the circumstances that surround the event make it completely crazy. So going back, in 1996, I was 12, and living with my mom and siblings. I loved silver ring, so she would buy them for me.

as a gift, but she had also gifted me three silver rings she had handcrafted herself, during a stint making rings in the 70s. Being handmade, they were highly unique and like no other rings anywhere. So one day in 96, her friend, Duncan, stopped by to offer us all a lift to the beach as he was headed there. We lived about 40 minutes drive from the coast and didn't have a car, so we were all excited and got our things together, and then jumped in Duncan's van. When we got there, it was totally empty,

and we all put our things on the beach to get ready to go into the water. I didn't want to lose my rings in the water, so I wrapped them in a small plastic bag and tucked them deep into the toes of a pair of lace-up sand shoes I'd been wearing. I then put my other stuff folded neatly on top of that pair of shoes. I was very particular, as I really really really, really did not want to lose the six that I had been wearing. We swam for about an hour with several of us in the water. At no point at all did we ever see anyone else come on to the beach.

And I had been looking back over our things often. Our stuff wasn't too far from where we'd been swimming. When we got out of the water, I went straight over to get my rings into my surprise. My shoe was completely empty. I searched everywhere. But there was no sign of the bag that had my rings in it. We searched for a long time, but in the end, we had to leave and go home. At the time, it made no sense to me at all how they could have just vanished

because nothing I left on top of them had been disturbed at all, and we hadn't seen anyone on the beach. I told myself that I would find them someday, though I wasn't sure how. So, time passed. and eventually the internet became a thing. I sketched the rings I had lost, well, the one that mattered most. I would go on to Facebook groups for that area every year or two asking if anyone had found them, or seen them, or knew anyone who had them.

I never heard anything back from anyone. Shortly after I lost the rings in 96, we had to move. We ended up moving an hour north at first, but in time we ended up moving housing. his numerous times, eventually ending up around a four hours drive from the location that I lost my rings. At one point, due to a family member's partner's violence, we had to leave everything and just run so we didn't have any furniture that we kept with us. This will make sense later.

And we kept very few personal possessions. This was prior to us moving to our current city. In the years in between it all, I also moved out into my own place and then back home to help out with things. In 2019, we moved to a house that I'll just call Home A. This is still in the town four hours from where I lost my ring. When we moved into Home A, we had come from a really big house, but Home A was tiny in comparison, so it was hard to know where to put things.

We ended up storing some of our stuff in the garden shed in the yard of the house. One of the things that we stored in the garden shed was a chest of three drawers, about two foot tall. This was used for storing jewelry-making supplies, as my mom still loves making jewelry, but she no longer works in silver, so this was all plastic and glass beads in plastic containers. She and I had accessed this chest of drawers on numerous occasions while in Home A. Eventually, though, we ended up storing more and more things in the garden shed due to lack of space, and it became almost impossible to get to the drawers without spending ages moving stuff. So, because it was difficult, we kind of just didn't bother, and we'd been busy with other life

stuff anyway. So there would easily have been a two-year period where that chest of drawers wasn't touched. It's worth noting that I was also the last person who would access the chest of drawers as my mom didn't like to walk down to the shed. In May this year, Home A was sold, and we once again had to move. I decided it was finally time to tackle the garden shed, and set about pulling everything out to sort and pack and take with us. When I got to the chest of drawers, I was excited to finally have a look back in it

as I knew it was full of containers of pretty beads. I pulled the first drawer open, and literally there at the front of the first drawer is one of my rings that my mother made that was lost at the beach in 1996. Just there. I instantly started crying my eyes out and ran to show my mom who couldn't believe it. Neither of us had seen this ring since 96. It was one of the distinct rings that I had drawn and posted about on numerous occasions

once the internet was a thing. It was not there the last time I accessed that drawer. The drawers were also sealed, so it's not like a rat could have climbed in there and just left it either, which would still be weird. No one came into our yards. We have dogs that will go crazy if anyone does, and there's no way on earth anyone could have snuck it in through all the boxes and boxes of junk and stored items, and some of them large, that we had packed into the garden shed. We also don't even know anyone from that area where the rings went missing anymore. We pretty much lost contact with all of our family friends as soon as we moved.

So people have had some theories when I've told them about this, mostly thinking someone felt bad and brought the ring back. Okay, sure. I could believe this if the ring had reappeared in our mailbox in 1996, maybe. But who exactly would have seen my Facebook post? felt guilty, decided to return just one ring three decades later, somehow magically figure out my address, I'm not publicly listed and I have a very common surname anyway,

drive four hours north, then rather than sitting it on my doorstep or in the mailbox, decided to go find a garden shed in the backyard, evade my dogs, painstakingly move all the crap in the shed, pull this one drawer out, leave the ring, put all the crap back, and then sneak back out again. Why would anyone do anything so crazy when they could have just sent me a DM and said they found it on the beach?

I don't believe this theory is viable. Some people have also said that I must have had that one ring this whole time and just forgot. No, they were all with me that day, and I was so distraught by their loss over all these years that I would have known if I still. had one with me. So, I'm thrilled to have my ring back. I wish I got the others back too, but I really have no

explanation at all for how they went missing in such a strange way, or how one reappeared under such strange circumstances. Hello, Raven. I'll be submitting two stories today, separately, where the first one is a glitch and the second

will be paranormal. This glitch actually happened with my dad, who doesn't have any idea about glitches, nor does he believe in anything supernatural, be it God or demons. He has been a logical and rational person throughout his life. So, about a year ago, while I was still in school, a classmate of mine and I used to take English lectures

from the same English teacher at my place. He was a middle-aged married guy and also a good teacher. The only negative thing about him was that, after giving us some work to do, he would start gossiping with his friends or relatives over the phone, and honestly it was pretty distracting for me and my classmate. My parents also noticed this, but couldn't really confront our teacher. After he'd be gone, our parents would criticize this habit of my teacher behind his back.

My dad is a school teacher himself, and he really loathed my English teacher due to him being so unprofessional during teaching. One evening, our English teacher gave us a test paper to solve, and then started scrolling through Facebook and watching videos. Yes, the sounds were distracting, but I'm pretty good at noise-canceling myself and focus on my work. My test went nicely, and by 9 p.m., both my teacher and my classmate left. At the time of dinner, I heard my parents having a light quarrel. Then my dad beckoned to me and asked, where did your teacher go in the middle of the class?

I was trying to process what he had just asked me. Go? He didn't go anywhere. He was sitting in front of us the entire two hours, I said. My dad had this stern look on his face with his eyes fixed on me. His expression screaming, Oh yeah, now you're trying to defend that unprofessional man who leaves his students alone during a test? He again asked. He was sitting there the whole time, huh?

Don't try to defend him. I've seen it with my own eyes. Your friend and you were writing your test and your teacher's chair was empty. He wasn't in the room. I was so confused. I admit that I had the whole self-noise cancellation on, but I'd have definitely noticed if he walked out of the room. And of course, my friend and I would have taken advantage of that

because who doesn't cheat during a practice test. But I'm absolutely sure my teacher didn't even stand up from him. his chair. Later, my dad said that he could hear my teacher talking and giggling over the phone, but since he couldn't see him in the room with us, he thought he might have gone downstairs or upstairs on the terrace to chatter. And that assumption made my dad even angrier. He went downstairs, checked every corner but couldn't find my teacher. Now, my dad's got knee pain, so he decided not to check upstairs as he thought if my teacher was not on the ground floor, nor on the first floor as us,

he must be on the second floor, which was basically just the terrace. According to my dad, my teacher was on the terrace chattering over the phone, and his chair in our room was empty. He saw that with his sober eyes. The next day I told my friend about this, and he was also confused,

as he, like me, did not see our teacher leave the room. My dad doesn't believe in supernatural stuff, so he still thinks that I lied to him to defend my teacher. I, on the other hand, cannot explain what happened that evening. Hey, Raven, before I start, I just need to express how grateful I am for you and your channel. Your videos have become an essential part of my everyday life, and I thank you dearly for all the work you do. Thank you.

Also, I want to tell you how amazing your novel is. It's absolutely wonderful work. Thank you for that as well. Here is my glitch in the Matrix experience. The other night, my non-digital battery-operated-only clock that runs by a mechanical mechanism was doing its job and ticking away. It was around 11 p.m. and the clock was working fine and showing the correct time. For whatever reason, the ticking was really bothering me, so I took the one and only battery out

and placed the clock on my bed and the battery on my desk. The clock stopped ticking, the hands stopped moving, and it was stuck at around 11.01 p.m. My ears felt relieved. I glanced over at the clock at some point, which still read 1101, and was like, there's no way it's still this early in the night. Then I remembered that I took the battery out. I decided that I wanted to put the battery back in so I could set my alarm for work. I checked my phone and it was 3.38. I turned and grabbed the battery off of the dresser and picked up the clock.

This is where it gets glitchy. I went to manually move the hands from 1101 to the correct time before I put the battery in. The hands were already set to exactly 3.38. I was shook. I then put the battery in and it started ticking again in sync with the current time. I have absolutely no idea how this is possible. I was the only one in the room. The clock was next to me the whole time.

The battery was out, and it had said 1101 moments before. In that moment, I immediately thought, this is a freaking glitch in the Matrix. I didn't experience a time jump, but my clock did. Hi, Raven. My dad used to kayak a lot, and his yet, young adults and teen years. He also led excursions and camp activities.

On one occasion, he had kayaked somewhere with the plan to spend the night camping on the beach. While he was sleeping on the beach, he woke up in the middle of the night and saw a young girl pointing out at the water. He was alone at the time and my sister and I were not born yet. Then she disappeared, and he went back to sleep thinking he was just tired or something like that. However, the next day the ocean conditions were horrible. He had not expected a storm and my dad does a ton of research before a trip. It was too dangerous to go out on the water. He believes that the girl was trying to warn him.

The next scenario happened about a decade and a half later when my mom was pregnant with my sister. My mom has given birth to three kids and never wanted to know whether we were boys or girls before we were born. She likes to be surprised. Anyway, one night, a few months before my sister was born, my dad woke up to see that young girl again, the same one from the boating trip. This time she was standing at the window, looking at him, and he could see her face.

He said that she looked like me, but definitely not close enough to be me. Then, like before, she disappeared. When my sister was born later, and as she grew up, he realized that the girl was her. He's also never seen the ghost girl again since my sister's birth 21 years ago. My sister has had her own, quote, psychic dreams as well. A couple of times she predicted the deaths of people who have died suddenly the following day.

Before my uncle had his heart attack, though, she dreamed that he would get sick, but he would be okay and recover. When he had his heart attack, he did die but then was resuscitated. He was sick-slash-week for several months after, but completed rehab and is fine today. That was two or three years ago, and the heart attack truly came out of nowhere. My uncle was an avid biker, and only ate healthy meals. I also have a short glitch story that isn't long enough, but I'll share it anyways if you want to put it at the end of this. Growing up, I loved monkeys, gorillas, and orangutans.

I would research them, read about them, buy stuffed animals of them, and visit them at the zoo. I was obsessed. One day, my mom and family friends took me and my sibling to the botanical gardens. They had a special rainforest exhibit with rainforest plants and golden lion tamarins. I loved seeing them and was so surprised that they were there. Years later, I brought up this memory to my mom and boyfriend at the time. They both said that the botanicals. Chronicle Gardens never had tamarins, only butterflies.

However, I literally can picture in my head where in the exhibit room I saw one. I was so confused that I ended up calling the gardens. They said they don't and have never had tamarins. I have no idea where this memory came from then because I distinctly remember seeing them and being so happy. I guess I'm just lucky to have a positive glitch experience, but I feel a little bit of insane. Also, one other thing is when I typed golden lion tamarins at the, in the Google search bar, those botanical gardens are an autofill choice that pops up, even though I haven't been to those gardens or that area in years since moving. Just another weird thing. I have some

other stories, but these are the ones that I can share right now. Let me know if you want to hear the others. In my hometown, there's a tattoo and piercing parlor that's been around for quite a long time. I've purchased jewelry from them on many occasions, and I even had a piercing done there once. Long story short, I know the place, and have been going there for years. Now, here's where the weird parts begin. A few years back, I was with a friend and wanted to stop there really quick to buy some new jewelry. I drove out to where it was, but it wasn't there.

I drove up and down the shopping strip several times just to make sure that I wasn't losing my mind. No sign of it. So I looked it up on Apple Maps. To my relief, this place did indeed still exist, but it was somehow not located

where I remembered it always being. Weirder still, It's only a few streets down. Also, in a strip mall, but a totally different one. I actually got lost trying to find it, and when we did, I had absolutely no memory of it ever being there. I distinctly remember the day that we went there, too. They had just pierced my nose.

And I had a very frightening experience with vasovagal syncope, which has unfortunately remained quite memorable. Fast forward two-ish years. I'd been to this place numerous times during that time. I, as of quite recently, no longer live in my hometown and I was only there visiting for the one day. I decided to go to the piercing shop because I wanted a new nose ring, and they do their jewelry in a way that has to be unscrewed and changed with professional tools. Weird for some, but convenient for me,

because I don't have to worry about it falling out. Anyway, I digress. I drove out to where I had finally learned it was, the new location, which was a bright green colored strip mall building, in an inconvenient parking lot right on the side of the road. I parked, and I got out of the car before I realized the store wasn't freaking there. I did a triple take, and when I still didn't see it,

I drove up and down the strip mall several times before parking and searching Apple Maps for the location of the store. Once again, I did find it, but it was once more in a completely different spot from the first and second locations that I remember. Even better, it's in the freaking building facing the original place that I remember. Yes, I'm sure it's not the same building. I've lived in that town pretty much my whole life, and we were talking about three places within a few streets of one another by the beach. I don't even know what to think anymore. Maybe one day I'll wake up to find my nose unpierced because the shop never actually existed.

Or something. Such strange, silly, inconvenient things that the Matrix does sometimes. Hi, everyone. So, this is something that happened to me and a friend of mine at a beach in southern France some years ago. And that is still creeping us out today. and I'm very curious to know if something similar has happened to other people. So we were sitting on a bench close to the beach. This place is quite busy when it's daytime,

but very calm and deserted at night. Almost nobody here. Like we love to do on weekends or holidays, me and my friend were just chilling and staring at the beach with a few city lights still up not too far from the beach while smoking. It was around midnight, and at some point we saw two people who looked like a 40-year-old something dad and his around 10-year-old daughter. We both still remember to this day clearly what they said when they walked past us. The girl, who seemed joyful, told her dad that she wanted churros, and her dad replied that she already ate something not too long ago.

We were like, okay, weird. It's very rare to see people at this time, and even weirder that the kid is still a little. up and wanting churros at midnight, when everything is obviously closed, but, hey, nothing that strange. We just minded our business and kept smoking and chilling. One hour later, at around 1 a.m., the exact same dad and daughter were just walking in front of us again. But what creeped us out a little is that they were saying the exact same thing as earlier.

The daughter wanting churros and the dad telling her that she already ate something not to long ago, with the exact same words. At least that's how my friend and I both remember it. We were kind of creeped out, but we just told ourselves that it might be some tourists who love night walks. Weird for a kid this age, but hey, okay. The thing is, the exact same crap happened an hour later, at around 2 a.m. And the exact same freaking conversation. The little girl wanting churros and her dad saying, no, you already ate not long ago. Now, me and my friend were just absolutely creeped out. We hesitated for a second and discussed whether or not we should try following them and talking to them,

but my friend was very, very scared. He started to think those were ghosts, and that we should not disturb them. So we just went back home, and funnily enough, we never chilled at the spot again to this day. Unlike my friend, I don't really believe in ghosts, so I'm really interested to hear your theories on this. Maybe this was totally normal, but the exact same use of words and the fact that the dad was walking with his daughter this late still feels weird to me. What do you all think? I also really want to know if any of you have gone through something similar. Please share it. It's pretty much the only weird or glitchy experience I've had my whole life.

and me and my friend would feel less alone if someone else had gone through something similar. Hi, Raven. I actually wanted to take a break from sharing the crazy recycle center stories and go back to something you've posted recently, particularly in the glitch category. You did a story about a man who was able to pretty much come up with contingency plans for fate, and a woman who woke up in an alternate reality. And it got me wondering if I should send in the story about an ability

that I stumbled across when I was a kid, and still have to this day. It's not something I can do on command or anything like that, but it's something that I've tested and know to be true. I call it the sight, and as always this is a true story. The first time I realized I had this ability was when I was a kid around the age of maybe 11 or 12. My sister was in the kitchen cutting an orange with a knife, and I walked in for something. couldn't remember. But I saw her cutting the orange and for a second I saw myself warning her to be

careful or she would cut her finger really badly. I was confused and didn't say anything and she did indeed slice into her finger significantly. And I always felt horrible for not saying anything. It was an odd sensation, because I felt like I saw it happen. And maybe if I had said something, it wouldn't have happened. The next time I remember it. happening was during my 12th grade year, when I was riding with friends to go to a local mall. My friend who was driving at the time had a habit of speeding, and I was very uncomfortable riding with people who drove aggressively, because I found out later on that it triggered my ability, in an aggressive way sometimes. And this instance was one of them. We were approaching a

four-way traffic intersection, and I remember the light was turning yellow. And I told you, I told told my friend to slow down and not risk it. And he reluctantly decided not to gun it, as many people do on yellow lights. We watched traffic go through the intersection, but before our light turned green again, I saw a small car come flying through the intersection and hit us as we were passing through. I immediately told my friend, I don't think you should gun it through the green this time. And I guess I looked distraught enough for him to listen to me, and sure enough, when the light turned green. for us. A small car in the cross traffic ran the red light and hit the car on our right,

which did take off immediately when the light turned green. My friend looked at me shocked and kept asking me for the rest of the day how I knew it was going to happen, and I kept telling him that I didn't know. But it's been something that happens on and off with me since I was a kid. Another instance is when I started learning martial arts and would have to train in sparring matches. There were moments when my reflexes saw things that I didn't see, naturally. But there were also moments where I would see entire scenarios play out before they happened. And it was like I was being granted the choice to change something significant in order to change the outcome.

Like I said, it doesn't happen all the time, and I have no control over when, where, or what scenarios it happens with. But I do know that there was a fight that I was in for my black belt, where I was up against an older, higher-ranked black belt. And he threw a blind back kick at me that I saw and dodged before it actually happened. It's on video, so there's proof of this. And after the fight, the higher black belt told me that even he didn't plan to throw that kick, and he wanted to know how I knew to dodge it.

We basically just said reflexes. There have even been conversations with my wife where I've seen what happens when I say certain things. I'd see the conversation play out and go horribly wrong if I said the wrong things, so when that moment actually came in reality, I would say something different and change the outcomes of the event. The times I changed nothing, the conversations would go just as planned. And I even got into the habit of telling my wife when I see certain things play out, just so she knows that I'm trying to avoid the negative outcomes that I've seen before. She's very understanding about it, and both of us are believers, in case anyone out there is wondering,

and she has her own glitch stories that she's told me about, so this isn't an untouched topic in our household about odd things that shouldn't be there. If you choose to read this story for your audience, Raven, I wanted to make sure that the lady from the alternate universe and the man with the ability to counterplan against fate, understood that they're definitely not crazy, and they're not alone out there at all. And I hope these instances from my own life help. Your platform has given a safe space and a community to many people that otherwise wouldn't have been able to feel safe or sane otherwise.

And we all thank you for what you do, sharing our stories with the world. Hello Raven. I started listening to your glitch stories about one to two years back. I sleep listening to it and find your voice really calm and soothing. Thank you very much. This story began a couple of months ago, and I've been meaning to share it with you ever since. What's strange is that just when I was about to write it to you, the glitch reversed.

Turns out I was only halfway through it before it made the full circle. Let me explain. At the time, things between me and my boyfriend were fine, just a little rough. He's the adventurous outdoorsy type. Boats, fishing, hiking, will I'm more of a homebody. Our disagreements were usually about weekends. He wanted to explore, and I wanted to stay in. One night, we were driving home from dinner.

As we turned toward our neighborhood, something immediately felt off. There used to be a 7-11. gas station on that corner, but that night, it was a Circle K. I pointed it out, and he just looked at me and said, it's always been a Circle K. I brush it off, thinking maybe I was remembering it wrong. But from that day forward, things started to shift. He wasn't pushing me to go fishing or hiking anymore. Instead, he wanted to stay home, cooked together, binge movies rub my feet, bring me flour,

just because. He was sweeter, funnier, more affectionate, and even planned an all-paid birthday vacation to a place I've been wanting to go for a while. He would start the laundry, pick up his socks, all the little things he never used to do. For a while, I thought maybe he had just changed, like, maybe our rough patch made him realize something.

But then I noticed something eerie. He didn't remember parts of our relationship the same way that I did. I remember meeting at a hookah lounge while he swore that it was a karaoke night. I remember trips to Vegas in Florida during COVID, and he only remembered Vegas. All of our photos from the Florida trip were gone as well. It was only me at those places in Florida in my pictures on Instagram. That's when it hit me. This wasn't just a personality shift.

It was like I was living. with the same person, but from another timeline. I was ready to write to you about how a small gas station glitch changed my boyfriend completely until one night it flipped back. We were driving down that same road and Circle K was gone. The 7-Eleven was back. I pointed it out again and he said, When was there ever a Circle K?

It's always been a 7-Eleven. and just like that he was back to his old self. Same memories, same habits, same arguments about weekends. I tried to convince myself that it was all coincidence, maybe my imagination. But then it all started happening again. Every time that gas station is a Circle K, life feels easier. He's loving, peaceful, and everything flows.

Every time it's a 7-Eleven, things go back to the way they work. were normal, messy, and imperfect. Now, whenever we drive past that corner, I hold my breath and cross my fingers, hoping to see the Circle K sign glowing in red. Because in that world, everything seems perfect. And I can't help but wonder, how do I make it stay that way forever? Hey, Raven, this happened in the pandemic, around 2021. I just felt like I should share this now.

I've been listening to your podcast for half a year now, and it supported my crazy happenings, whether it be a scary story or a glitch in the Matrix. Me and my family, which consisted of my father, mom, brother, sister, and I, had moved out of our house and bought an RV to travel in, going to a bunch of national, state, and small parks around the northwest part of the U.S., mostly. We were in Durango, Colorado at the time of this glitch. A few weeks before, we had decided to take the train ride in Durango along the cliffs and through the wilderness to see more of the area.

My dad had booked the tickets and done all of the planning. My father is the kind of guy who would book it, do all the work getting the tickets, and then pass it on to my mom to do the rest. When we got to Durango for the train ride, we were staying in some small RV park just outside the city. so every time we wanted to go somewhere in it, we'd have to drive about 20 minutes to get into Durango. The night before our train ride, we had went to one of my mom's friend's houses. Since they had moved to Colorado from where we lived before the pandemic,

we ate dinner with them and explored the backyard behind her house, which was a bunch of trees and forested area. Once we got back to the RV and had gotten in bed, everyone had fallen asleep except me. That night, I was restless, and when I finally fell asleep, I had a very vivid dream that I still remember to this day. The dream was that we were driving to go to the train station

so that we could ride the train. When we got there, my dad told us that we were running behind, since he didn't wake us up on time. When we got there, they told us that we had missed the train. The dream ended and my dad actually woke me up. up. We got ready, and I passed the dream off as last-minute anxiety. My dad had decided this time he would do all the planning himself, and as soon as we had all eaten breakfast and gotten dressed and ready, my dad drove us to the place he said they told us to be for the train. The drive was about

25 minutes, maybe a little more. We drove away from the city into the forest, deeper, past our RV lot, which I thought was weird since the train station was a different direction. When we got there, the lot was empty. And that's when I started feeling like we had made a mistake. We got out of the car thinking people just hadn't arrived yet, and we were the first ones there. I got my bag filled with stuff to keep myself entertained on the train, and we waited for around 30 minutes before we figured there was actually no train coming to this place. and I sat there realizing my dream was becoming true.

My father called the company, and they told us that they had re-emailed everyone saying they had changed the starting place, meaning we missed the train. Somehow that email had never been sent to my father. He looked through his emails and there was no other one from the company saying they had changed the starting location. The lady on the phone told us to get in contact with the train and see if they could. could pick us up. The train ended up stopping and pausing the route for us to get on. The scenery was beautiful, even if we missed part of the train ride. In the end, I decided that

my dream felt a little too real and predictive to be chalked up as just last-minute anxiety. And of course, thanks, Raven. When I was in second grade, I went to a small private Christian school. One day after recess, I was walking back into the school building when I saw something strange, a girl standing against a wall in the hallway. She looked like she was my age, but there was something off about her. She didn't seem solid, more like a projection or a hologram. Curious, I walked up to her and asked her her name. She told me her name was Chelsea. I introduced myself, let's call myself Buddy for this story, and we talked for a moment.

I don't remember much of what we said, but I do remember telling her I had to go back to class. She nodded and that was the end of it. Or so I thought. Fast forward two years. By then my family had moved to a new city about eight hours away, still within the same province. Now I was in the fourth grade, attending a completely different school. One day I met a girl in my class who looked oddly familiar. It took me a moment, but then it hit me.

She was the same girl that I'd seen standing in the hallway two years prior. I asked her if she recognized me into my shock. She said that she did. Then she told me something even stranger. She had seen me in her school the same way I had seen her. She said I looked like a projection, or a hologram, standing in a specific spot in her school. She even took me to that spot like.

she wanted to prove it really happened. We didn't become close friends or anything, and that was pretty much the end of it, but even now, years later, I can't stop thinking about it. Why did we see each other like that? Was it some kind of glitch in reality? A portal opening between two places, or something else entirely? I don't think I'll ever know the answers, but this experience stands out. out as one of the strangest moments of my life.

Hello, Raven. Love the podcast. Thank you. Myself and my partner have been debating sending this in for a while now, but I have the time to spare right now, so here goes. We live on a tiny island in the Irish Sea, 13 miles wide by 33 miles long, so tiny. It's a place shrouded in folklore and magic, Tales of giants, fairies, and fantastic creatures are woven throughout our island's history. And I, for one, love living here.

This, however, is not a tale of magic or beasts, more a tale of pure confusion. That to this day still has us scratching our heads. We own a camper van. It started off life as a tradesman's work van, and over the years we've done it up together, putting solar panels up, fully built, bed and fridge inside. Little touches here and there to make it a full-on home away from home when we're camping out. Anyway, there's a place at the northernmost tip of the island that we would camp very regularly.

We love it there, vast open seas, beautiful pebbly beach, wildlife, and birds to watch whilst we relax in the quiet of nature. We often see the odd dog walking, dolphins, and seals. A few other camps there too. but always far enough away as to not bother the others. Not far from where we camp, about an hour's walk away. There's a more inland area where permits were essential for camping, and you can express interest to the government about getting one, and they'll review your application and see one if they see fit.

We applied a few years ago, just as somewhere else to go for a change of scenery. We were sent to permit, and were excited at the fact that we could now, if we wanted, wild camp at this idealic spot. We decided one afternoon to drive to the spot and have a little look around. Scope the area and find a cute little area to camp at some point. Like I say, our island is so small that having lived here all our lives, there's not many places we don't know, or haven't been as children or explored on our own since being grown-ups,

with a camper. We're both mid-40s now. Okay, so we decide to drive up to the airs, the name for the spot that we received the permit for. Think naturally formed little camping spots, quite spread out from each other, lush green grass in places, and more sand dunes and mounds, and others. Motor homes and campers dotted the area here and there, but no one bothering anyone else, and room enough between making this so, rather easily. You get to this area by driving,

down a very long straight road almost to the sea, but the area opens out before you actually reach the sea. Where we normally camp, we're right on the beach, but this area requires a short walk to the sea once you've found your spot. So back to the story. We decided one day to take a drive out to the airs, and scope out, like I said. From our home to said spot takes about 40 minutes to get to, over the one and only mountain on the island. So we arrive at the top of the long road to take us to the camping area. We turn down and begin heading down the tree line track, seeing the area sprawl out ahead of us right the way down to the sea.

We get about halfway down the track, and before we hit the end where the road opens up to the left, where the camping area really opens out, we come across a smaller area with lots of trees, and an open gate on the left of the road that we are on. So, out of curiosity, we turn into said area. We park the van up and get out for a look around. The area was almost circular, surrounded by large trees, and there was one continuous loop that you could drive around to come back the same way that you'd come in.

A large raised mound in the center that the track went around and thick trees all around the outside. I will add that the day was glorious sunshine, but in this area it was darker and quiet. We didn't think much of it as we walked around looking for a suitable place that we could camp in the future. Like I said, this area was small from on top of the center mound. It was maybe five meters across,

and the track around it was just that, a track. And if we camped on it, we would block any other vehicle from getting out should they drive in after us. It was a cute spot. Trees, quiet, off the beaten track. But it didn't seem very practical from a not being selfish to other campers point of view.

So we carried on, wandering about amongst the trees and bracken and decided to just carry on to the actual camping area. We couldn't work out the relevance of the area with the mound. It wasn't leading anywhere. There was no need for a turning spot as it was tucked away off the main straight road, but who were we to judge its reasons for being there? We got back in the van and carried on, but never came to the area that we were originally looking for.

It was nowhere. It should have been straight down this road. The road only went to this spot, highly signed as an area of natural beauty and a place to camp. By this time we were tired, and as this was just a reconnaissance typeouting, we decided to head home and come look another time, laughing that maybe the area we were at was it. The small clearing with the mound was all there was. We knew this not to be true, but we were baffled as to how we had gone so wrong on a road that only leads one way. We thought maybe we'd missed an opening in the mound area that led out to the full-on wild king. camping ground. But we walked the whole thing, looking through trees, standing on the mound for a

better view, searching everywhere, nothing. So we reluctantly drove home saying that we must have made a wrong turn and that we would return another day, giving us more time to find exactly where we needed to be. It was a few months later when we returned to the area. We turned on to the long road, headed down to the sea and expected to have the chance to go look around the mountain. The mountain area again. But on traveling down the road this time, we drove slow, looking to the left, waiting to see the tree covered clearing with the gate, with the circled track and mound. But it never appeared.

We drove straight down the road, veered around to the left, and lo and behold, the landscape opened out to the large area that I spoke of earlier. The naturally formed little camping spots amongst the green grass and sandy dunes. areas. All under a huge open sky, mountain to one side of your view and the sea to the other. We were stunned. This is the spot we looked for the first visit. But this was not here that time. We drove straight to it. It was simple, off the main road, drive straight down and here we are. It couldn't have been easier. We drove about a little, saw people parking up, having a great time in the sun, flying kites, making food, enjoying the day.

So we just thought that that last time, for whatever reason, we'd missed it. How? We weren't sure, but we put it down to it being our mistake. On finally finding the area and how easy it was to actually find the area, we stayed a while and then decided to head home. Satisfied we knew where to camp out next time we visited. We discussed the church. area on the way back up the long road and drove so slowly as to find it again.

We looked right all the way up, as we were coming from the opposite direction. Nothing. Not even a break in the hedgerow for a vehicle to turn into. No gate in the hedge growth. Nothing all the way up until we got back on to the main road. It was straight all the way up. We even drove back down again once we got to the top. convinced that we had missed something, but no. We ended back down at the bottom at the camping ground type area. To this day, we've been up there many, many times. And never, ever again have we found the tree-lined mound mound area.

We were there. We walked around it. We talked about how cute it was. We commented that maybe this is it, as we didn't find the real place the first time. I felt the darkness from the tree that blocked out the sun on that glorious day. But we never have found that place since. I'm not sure what to put it down to, but I know that I'm not crazy, as my partner was with me.

We both had this experience, and we still talk about it now. Anyway, we still wild camp, but have never had anything like that happened before or since. Thanks for taking the time to read this, and thank you for your podcast. We love it. Signed, Rebecca and Andrew. Okay, so this is so minor and so random, and I'm tripped. It was Friday. Sunny.

We went for a midday walk around the neighborhood. Okay, so we leave our place and walk to the street past the empty curb. I noticed it because most weeks the neighbor's neighbors. put out the bins, and I take them in in the morning. This time, someone else took them in. I was like, huh, okay, won't get my minor hits of adulting this week, I guess. We come back from the walk, and again, we walk past where the bins would typically be, and I remember even then kind of noticing the moment, you know?

At that point, my mind was definitely wandering. We were walking a path I've walked for ever. eight years and was on autopilot. Then I remember becoming suddenly very aware passing that spot. No one said anything. We go inside, I put her around the house a bit, drink my latte and go to do the dishes. Classic day off type of stuff. Our sink is in the front of a window facing the street, aka the curb.

It makes stewing dishes more scenic. I grab the sponge or whatever, look up, and I see the garbage bins by the curb. I remember this making me uneasy. I'm like, okay, I guess I'm really misremembering things. That's so effed up. Have my years of poor choices caught up to me? Like, hell, am I going crazy? Then my roommate comes in and I'm like, hey, I'm going to go outside and bring the bin.

in. She's like, what, they're already in? I'm like, go look. She does. Then, both her and I freak out for a minute, and are like, this is wild. She also swears to God that she

noticed the bins not being on the curb on our walk. Only rational explanation? Neighbors have a grandma who's got Alzheimer's. She must have been confused and put him out again thinking it was Thursday. Okay, makes sense. I feel odd as I bring them in. Totally forgot about this until just 30 minutes ago

on this fine Sunday night. My stressed out roommate randomly was like, oh yeah, remember the trash cans? I checked the security camera. The neighbors installed a security cam by the building's front door because of the aforementioned confused older grandma and gave the password. This camera faces the driveway not the curb, so they would have seen people walking up and down the driveway to get the bins. And we freak the F out again. She checked the feed and no one did anything with the bins, or even left the building, in the 30 minutes or so between us getting home and me going to do the dishes. I barely post on Reddit, but this made me do it. I'm actually uncomfortable even writing this.

It's too trippy. Hey Raven I told you I would send a story about this And due to my life, I'm finally getting around to typing it out So I've had dreams on occasion that have played out in real life later I've already sent the one about Halloween This one is just about a summer afternoon And I hope you all enjoy

I lived in northern Nevada at this time Out in a giant trailer park slash neighborhood This wasn't one of those rent-the-lot type. There were one-acre and one-half-acre lots. If you lived on the edges, you had even more room because it opened out onto open desert. My dream was very clear and detailed. Like, my vision in the dream was better than my vision in real life. It felt more real than real life.

That is the way of these types of dreams. In this dream, I was a dream. over at my friend's house and we were practicing archery. We were both trying to get an archery badge in Boy Scouts. The air was clear and very little wind. We had placed the hay bales and targets at about 50 yards. My friend Mike was really good at archery. I was less so, much less so.

We were taking turns aiming and firing at the target. That day, I was doing exceptionally well. I was able to hit the target at that distance. Not bull's eyes, but some pretty good ring shots. My arrows were bright yellow practice arrows, dome tips. These are useless for hunting. They're only good for practice. My friend was using a mixed quiver.

He only had a few practice arrows and the rest were hunting tips. He took his turn and was getting some great inner ring shots, and even two bull's eyes in his 20sons. five shots. Yet the wind had gusted out of nowhere and knocked one of his arrows off into the brush. After cleaning the bales and targets

we went to go looking for the last of his arrows. Mike was one of those impatient people who ran or hurried everywhere. He took off running through the brush. Now, if you don't know what it looks like, Northern Nevada brush is not very dense. There are some small sagebrush. brush plants in thin, tall grasses.

The grasses are dirty yellow, and sagebrush is a gray-barked plant with small dull green shoots for leaves. The grasses, while dry, can snag your leg and trip you. At the top is a sticky resin that will grab cloth. Mike, as I said, was impatient. So he took off running and one of those grasses reached out and grabbed his leg, dropping him to the ground. I laughed at him and said, that's what you get for running everywhere. He didn't respond. In fact, I noticed he hadn't moved since falling. No cry of pain, no shifting position, he just

lay there still. I had a bolt of fear run through me, so I more cautiously, but quicker than I had been, went to him. As I came upon him, I saw a glint of metal in his back and red pulling around it. He had fallen on top of the broadhead hunting arrow. It was poking out right next to his spine. That is where I woke up from this dream. I was panting and my heart was racing. It was the time in the morning when I wake up anyway, so I just stayed up. About a week later, Mike and I are practicing archery at his place because it faces the open desert.

I get this massive feeling of deja vu. That feeling of my eyes being better was because I had just gotten my new glasses. I had a quiver full of practice arrows. Everything was so familiar. I couldn't quite place it though, so I just kept doing what we were doing. Right up until we were clearing the bales

and I had a flash of Mike face down. He had just taken off. Now, I had to really push myself to catch him. I was a chubby kid of about 200 pounds at 12 and only 5.3. I was fueled by adrenaline and took off after Mike. I couldn't say anything or even yell because all of my breath was used in running. Also, if I just yelled after him, he wouldn't have stopped, knowing him. I reached him just as he was going down and jerked him back upright.

There in the ground was his broadhead arrow, aimed for his heart had he completed the fall. After that, we only used practice Dayglow arrows. He got his archery badge, and I moved before I could complete the requirements. Ever since then, if I remember a dream, I make sure that I tell someone about it, or at least write it down. Thank you, Raven, for taking the time to read this. Hey, Raven, I know I've been telling you that I had glitch stories, but things escalated, so I wanted to double check that my theory was correct. I confirmed my theory November 30th, 2024. This is going to be long, but I promise you it's worth it, so stick with me. I'm going to hold you to do that. All of this is centered

around a pink flip-flop and a yellow swimming cap. My mom's side of the family holidays at the same place every year, the Sapphire coast, on the south coast of New South Wales here in Australia. We would make the eight-hour drive from Victoria up to two particular towns, Pambula and Marimbula. I know there's a number of Aussie listeners that are sitting up and paying closer attention due to the popularity of these resort towns. My parents, sister, and I, would rent beach houses every summer for three weeks in Pambula, while my grandparents, aunties and uncles and my eight cousins stayed in Marambula. We had a view over the water in an easy walk to the beach.

We would spend three amazing weeks, swimming, bodyboarding, playing beach cricket with the other kids that we met up with every year, and doing all the tourist trap stuff for the giggles. Anyway, my best friend would sometimes join us. There's an eight-year age gap between my sister and I, so my parents knew that I would like to have someone my own age. We've been friends since we were one.

We have so much history and shared. memories. So, the pink flip-flop. Yes, I know that we say thongs, but I don't want to throw off the USA listeners. Fair enough. We would have been around 10 years old. We took a walk along the beach after dinner. The sun was setting. The sand had cooled down and the ocean was its usual amazing blue color. We found a mini sand dune and decided to jump off of it and see how far we could jump. My dad drew lines in the sand so we could try to jump further each time. My bestie took her third jump, and her left pink flip-flop threw off her foot and landed to the left of the dune. I had taken mine off, but she wanted the challenge.

We all laughed while we headed to the spot where it landed. We couldn't find it. It was a baby pink flip-flop. It should have been easy to find. We spent ten minutes looking. We finally gave up and my dad piggybacked her back to the house, so she wouldn't have to walk on the gravel. We spent the rest of the holiday checking to see if we could find it, but no, it was gone.

But being the weirdos we are, we checked every year as a joke. Have you found it yet? Nope, not there. Next, the yellow swimming cap. My sister had joined the swim team. at school and needed a yellow speedo racing cap to match the color of the team. My mom and I picked it while we were doing some shopping at our local shopping center. We brought it home and my mom put it on top of the washing machine, while her towel and bathing suit were in the dryer so she could pack it all into the sports bag when it was done.

Yeah, you can see where this is going. The dryer beeped and my sister went to the laundry with her sports bag to pack everything. Mom, where's the cap? It's on the washing machine. It's not here. What do you mean it's not there? It's not here. But I put it there. It's not here. My mom groaned and stomped into the laundry. Me being the nosy older sister followed. No yellow swimming cap. Mom opened the washing machine. Still no cap. My sister got down on her hands and knees and checked under the machine. Not there. We stared at each other completely baffled. And yes, another running joke. Mom, I can't find my other sock.

It's probably with the yellow swimming cap. I can't find my insert item here. It's probably with the yellow swimming cap or Bessie's flip-flop. You get it. This went on for decades. I'm not kidding. These glitches were core memories. We always joked that somewhere there's a pile of lost items with a cap sitting

on top like King of the Castle. November 30th, 20203. I called my bestie for her birthday. As usual, we started talking about the old days, and we joked about the pink flip-flop. January 2024,

this is where everything got weird, and why I hadn't sent you these stories. I was having dinner with my parents and sister. My niece couldn't find her pencil, so me, being me, said, it's probably with the yellow swimming cap.

The three of them stared at me like I had grown another head. What are you talking about, swimming cap? I laughed and said, what next you'll be telling me you don't remember the pink flip-flop? They were genuinely baffled. They had absolutely no idea what I was talking about. I sat there frozen. I was speechless, so I had.

I said, oh, I didn't realize it was so late, I have to go. And I booked it out of there. Timeline shift? What on earth is going on? Meanwhile, my bestie was traveling for work, so she was hard to get a hold of, but I knew she would be home by her birthday. Will she remember the pink flip-flop? She remembered last time that we saw each other when we had lunch in March. That was after my sister and parents didn't know.

know what I was talking about. So, she'll remember, right? So, last Saturday, I called her to wish her a happy birthday. She was on a golfing trip and having a blast. This is when I decided to test my shift theory. I said to her, You should buy yourself pink flip-flops and finally replace the ones that she lost. Silence.

My heart dropped. Why would I buy pink flip-flops? To replace the one you lost at the beach. Silence. I held my breath. I have no idea what you're talking about. Lost flip-flop? Never mind, go have a cocktail for me and call me when you get home.

Okay? We'll catch up after Christmas. So everyone shifted. They have all lost core memories that became a huge part of our lives. I feel lonely. Today, I went to pick up my daughter from school and bring her to her father's house. On the way there, I knew that I needed to go to the bank after I dropped her off. She asked if we could get coffee before I dropped her off, and then the errand of going to the bank slipped my mind, and after I dropped her off, I went home.

Within five minutes of me being home, I remembered, oh, crap, I need to go to the bank to withdraw money to pay my rent. So I grabbed my keys and purse, left home again to go to the bank. As I walk up to the teller with my withdrawal slip, she's looking at me with a very confused look. Then, when I hand her the slip and my ID, she almost jumped back and her face was even more confused looking. She glanced at me and then my ID and then back at me. I was almost thinking she didn't think that my ID looked like me, and she said, I'm sorry, but weren't you just here for this transaction?

I laughed and said, no, I certainly wasn't, I just caught here. She processed the withdrawal, and all the while it seemed like she thought I was messing with her, like one of those videos you see on the internet with identical twins. I don't have a twin. Should I ask to see the security footage? Do you think they'll show me or think I'm crazy? If I had gone at the time I had planned to go and had not forgotten, I would have, in fact, just been there.

And even weirder, later in the day while working my bartending job, a woman asked if I lived in the city that I live in, and said, I swear I saw you gardening earlier. I always see you in your garden. But I don't live in her neighborhood. So what is going on? on. About a month ago, my oldest daughter, 19, was driving to Pittsburgh Airport with her best friend to pick up the best friend's boyfriend. They were driving in her best friend's car,

an old jaguar, and I was suffering from major anxiety to say the least. First of all, they had never driven that far at night before. Second, when going over the mountain, you can run into snow that you don't account for. It wasn't caused. It wasn't caused. calling for snow that evening. However, it is different when you drive towards the mountains, because snow can happen at any moment. Anyway, it was about midnight when I was lying in bed, wondering how the drive was going. I couldn't sleep because my anxiety-ridden mind was conjuring up all these images and scenarios of freak snowstorms and blizzards, and all the worst things a parent could imagine. So, to get my mind off the night,

negative and to make myself feel better, I got out of bed to look out to the window, remind myself that I was being crazy, and that there was no call for snow that evening. I live in town next to a parking lot. My bedroom is on the second story of my home overlooking our backyard and parking lot next door. Our bottom driveway is connected to the adjacent lot. So, a lot of the time, cars will drive in and use our drive. to turn around. Well, it just so happened that a car was pulling in and doing just that as I looked out the window. I could see snow falling heavily through the cast of light created by the car's headlights.

The car lit up our backyard, and I could see the snow plain as day through the car's headlights as it was turning into our driveway. I could make out what looked to be at least two to three inches of snow already laying on the ground. and not only could I make out this freak blizzard from the car randomly turning around in my driveway, but I could also see it because of the streetlights in the parking lot. I was shocked, because less than an hour earlier there was no snow in the sky was clear. I immediately panicked. I went to grab my phone off of my dresser and called my daughter.

I told her about the unexpected snowstorm we were getting, and asked her if she had run into any snow. She seemed confused and explained that they hadn't run into any snow at all the entire trip. I was relieved, and just assumed that the snow had come from the opposite direction, and by the time it would reach them, they would be safely in Pittsburgh. I told her to be careful, hung up the phone, and walked back to the window to look outside. By this time, the car had gone. Except this time when I looked, there was no snow.

There weren't two to three inches on the ground. There was no snow falling heavily through the beam of lights being cast by the street lamps, in the parking lot next door. There was absolutely no snow anywhere, and the sky was once again clear. From the time I got up, looked out of the window, called my daughter and hung up the phone, and then returned to the window. Maybe a total of five minutes had passed. I was in shock.

I am a logical person. I can usually rationalize things and explain them away, but this is a hard one for me. I know without a shadow of a doubt that I saw a full-on blizzard happening. I watched it fall. I saw it accumulating on the ground. I saw it cover our trampoline in the backyard. This has me confused. My rational mind is telling me that I just thought I witnessed a snowstorm.

I even walked outside to make sure that I wasn't going mad. How does a person mistakenly see snow when there is none? Especially if the light being cast gives you a clear view of the ground and air. What did I see falling from the sky? What did I see lying on the ground because it wasn't green grass? How did the sky clear up so fast? Is it possible my mind created a glitch in reality because of my intense fear and panic? Like, my thoughts were so strong for that moment.

It created the very thing that I was fearing the most. And after talking to my daughter and realizing they were safe, the glitch resolved? I don't know. Has this ever happened to anyone else? Nothing like this has ever happened to me. One minute I'm watching a full-on blizzard in the next. I'm not. And no, I 100% was not asleep.

That's the weirdest part. I couldn't fall asleep at all. I was up and down and just couldn't stop worrying about her. I don't know. I guess maybe I could have been so worried that I saw what my mind was obsessing about. It was very strange. I asked myself, How could I have mistaken things so badly?

How did I create a blizzard scene out of worry? It's weird how the mind works.