As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 047 - 20 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: May 30, 2023

Welcome to 47th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have some stories that will make you question reality itself, submitted and posted by everyday people. Today we have stories about The oddities that are faced by those who seem to break free from our simulation, if only for a moment. Have a Story To Submit? ➤ https://www.astheravendreams.com Or Post to the Subreddit ➤ https://reddit.com/r/TheRavensDream Support the channel for Early Access AND more! Patreon ➤ https://patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Join ➤ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkW0ihdMHfBUjQrMKjRto6g/join Or Check out the Merch Store! ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Thank you to the Authors that have stories in todays Video... Genna, TaniaHylian, kaylove114, Supernova_Rova89, Dominic Bautista , Sanja Molnar bozic, What_a_pass_by_Jokic, falmigno, Live-Tomorrow-4865, DysturbedSerenity, Buggy77, Ok_Entrepreneur6273, BelovedxCisque, savvygee13, tsunamiinatpot, AltruisticDisplay813, Ariolet, dyingtomeetyou5, Icosaquark, and the authors that requested anonymity. ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #GlitchInTheMatrix ➤ Stories include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Viewer discretion is always advised. ➤ ALL Audio of this Podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format, without explicit permission ➤ If you like any of the following stories, consider subscribing! - Dark Web horror stories, creepy lets not meet stories, stalker stories, Glitch In The Matrix Stories, Unexplained Horror stories, Paranormal stories, cryptid encounter stories, Crazy ex lover stories, creepy neighbor stories, quantum immortality, true scary stories from reddit, or any other True horror Stories! ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/astheravendreams/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/astheravendreams/support Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you're aboard of Vyaray. Embarked and profite. Embarked and relax. Cirotay. Bookinay. Oh, that also. And profite. Via Rai, the voice that we love that we love. If you have a true, scary story, you would like to hear featured on this podcast.

Please, go to ashtheravendreams.com and click the button to send it my way. Also, consider rating this podcast on whatever platform you're listening to, as It does help. And of course, thank you. Hi, Raven. I've been an avid listener of your channel for a while now, but this is my first time submitting my own story. I haven't experienced very many glitches before,

at least not that we're interesting enough to talk about. So I'm really excited to share the one that I do have. And here goes. A few months ago, I was working at a really small coffee shop drive-thru. The drive-thru was so. small that they had to store all of their supplies and meeting space in a separate garage. This is a good detail to know for later in the story. It was a pretty boring job, and nothing remotely interesting ever happened there.

One day they scheduled me to work in the morning and then come back for another short shift in the afternoon. I don't know why they didn't just give me one longer shift, but I decided to just let it be and left to get lunch. The lunch place was within walking distance, so I went on foot, and everything was all well and good. I didn't have anything strange on my mind at this particular time. On my way back was when things started getting really weird. I was probably three blocks from the coffee shop, when I suddenly saw a man walking a bit ahead of me in the same direction.

He seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere, and I was slightly confused by it. The walking path was just a straight shot all the way to my work, so it would be hard for anyone to show up around there without me noticing. I'm also very aware of my surroundings as a small female walking by myself. Anyways, he was wearing a button-down shirt, dress pants, and had a briefcase. He looked like a corporate person, or someone in a high position. To my surprise, he headed towards the storage garage of the coffee shop just as I was.

I had plans to hang out in the garage before my shift, because it was the only area that was semi-comfortable and not cramped. As I saw him hurriedly go in, I asked myself, Are they having a corporate meeting today or something? I didn't see anyone else there. If so, I should probably find somewhere else to sit so I don't interrupt them. I hesitated for a few moments, but I changed my mind and decided to go in anyway, about 30 seconds after he did. It was a public space, and they could just ask me to leave if it was a problem. Here's the weirdest part of the whole experience.

When I walked into the garage, the corporate-looking guy was nowhere to be found. It was just the assistant manager and the manager, both the garage. of which are women. I didn't say anything about it to them, but my mind was completely boggled, and I tried to process how the guy would have come and gone that fast. I also think the universe has a sense of humor about things, because right after I just saw this, the manager sat me down and started talking about possibly writing me up for something trivial that happened earlier that week. I apologized for any trouble that I may have caused. but I was only half listening to her because I was really more concerned that I just saw a man vanish into thin air.

I do want to add that I'm not under the influence of any drugs or alcohol. I value my sobriety a lot, and I don't have any mental illnesses that would cause me to hallucinate. I went through every possible logical explanation in my mind for where the guy could have gone so fast, but nothing adds up. The supply building only has one door, so he couldn't have gone out a back way. If he had went in and out that quickly, I would have seen him walking away, because the parking lot was so large. Also, why would he walk all the way there just to be inside for such a short moment? It just didn't make a bit of sense. Perhaps it was a time glitch, and I was seeing the projection of a person who used to work in that building,

at another time? Anyways, I would be happy to hear what other listeners think of this, because it's still a complete mystery to me. This happened to me years ago, when I was introduced to someone as Nick, the nephew of some friends. He's a vegetarian, musician, lawyer, and we had a nice chat at the gathering. I went to another person, was told,

that's their nephew Nick there, and it was a totally different person, at least looks wise. Same details, checked all the box for what I knew about Nick, yet not even close to the same dude. I said hello throughout the course of the evening, and it was clear that he had never met me. Plus, he had a very different personality. At first, Nick was a pudgy, blue-eyed, self-effacing shy guy. second was a little arrogant with dark brown eyes, darker skin, different hair and color slash texture. Not the same guy. And there's only one nephew Nick, let alone not to vegetarian lawyers who are frontmen and lead vocalists in a band.

Okay, whatever, stuff happens. Sometimes, weird stuff happens. But it happened again yesterday. with a different person, a woman this time. My friend's beloved aunt died in like 2017 or so. I attended the memorial, and seated next to me was a woman who introduced herself to me as Dina Saccone, a good friend of my friend's family,

and mom of a fellow classmate of my friend, Kathy, and me. His name was Teddy, and he'd been my first little crush in first grade. There were only a few minutes until the memorial started, but we chatted a bit, and I introduced myself, asked about Teddy, told her to tell him hello for me, etc. I remember thinking how young she looked, barely older than Kathy or me, and of all the things, she was wearing a mini skirt at the memorial. Oh well, not a super formal family, and she looked good. flash forward to yesterday, another memorial, this one for Kathy's mom, Dina Saconne was one of her best friends, and Kathy mentioned that Dina would of course be there. I made a mental note to say hello since we'd had a little conversation at the aunt's memorial.

I was standing looking at the beautiful and elaborate slideshow that Kathy had put together for the service. A very outgoing lady about the age of my mom stood next to me and was standing. commenting on the old-timey pictures. She was a hoot. I introduced myself, and she said, Hi, I'm Dina, Dina Saccone. But, people,

this was not the same lady. This lady, A, looked nothing like the first Dina, and B, even if she'd bore any resemblance whatsoever, there is no way anyone could just normally age that much in five or six years. this was a different lady. One comment that she made that was interesting was that Kathy's Uncle Greg was very conservative,

so she used to shock him by showing up in her miniskirt. What the hell? The first Dina wore one, the second Dina happens to mention one. I don't know, y'all. My high school geometry teacher would go off on these tangents about the implication of higher math, verging into philosophy,

and if he got too far up in the clouds, he would just shake his head and say, I'd rather drink beer. I worked in a small private practice doctor's office. We're a good chunk of what we do is hormone replacement therapy. Lots of people choose to get subdermal pellets, and with them you have the option to buy branded dim. There's a guy that comes in to buy this stuff fairly often.

Like often to the tune of once a month, and normally he'll call ahead of time since we've been known to run out to see if we have any on hand. His last name is one of a plant, and one that has significant meaning to me. When somebody makes a purchase, they need to sign the receipt regardless of their payment method. This guy always makes a really dramatic show of just marking an X on the paper.

He's just a funny old guy, with white hair that makes me smile, when he comes in. Well, last Friday, he had an appointment for his hormone pellets. Okay, cool. I was doing other stuff when I saw somebody come up to the counter. This was a middle-aged dude. I thought maybe he was somebody's partner, most of our patients are women, on an errands to pick up supplements.

He said he was the guy with the plant last name in for his appointment. The guy with the plant last name and the funny son. signature that I thought was considerably older. But maybe he dyed his hair and got cosmetic work done. Whatever. He comes out and I tell him his total and give him the receipts to sign. He then signs it with his whole name, instead of just the overly dramatic X. He didn't buy any dim like he normally does, and then went on his way.

I thought about it all weekend and decided to check the past charge history on. him to see if maybe I was confusing him for another patient. The only other person with the same last name is his wife, who is a woman with a chart as well, so I know that I didn't confuse two people with the same last name since he's the only man. So Monday rolled around and I plugged in the name, and sure enough, it was that guy who came in about once a month for dim, and the purchase history proved it. The strange thing was when I plugged in the name only his appeared. He had a wife with the same last name before.

I went and looked at his profile and it said that he was in a domestic partnership. What? No. The last time he had an actual legal wife with a matching last name. And then, a few hours later, I saw an old man with white hair come in. He said that he was here to get a bottle of dim. I grabbed a bottle and told him the cost and asked for his birthday so that I could pull his chart as we don't just sell it to people off the street and you have to be a patient of ours.

I plugged in the birthday he gave me and it was the birthday of the guy who had changed in the timeline. He gave me his credit card to pay and the name was the same. There wasn't anybody else with that birthday in our system. I just kind of stared at him as best. as I could while still being professional, as he signed the receipt. He did a fancy little signature routine, but it wasn't the same over-dramatic X from before. He took his bottle of dim and left.

Immediately I pulled up the previous Friday's schedule and checked it. Sure enough, he'd had a pellet insertion on the previous Friday, and came in and had the appointment and paid and everything. This was not the same person in looks nor in his signature, but we don't have anybody else with that name and birthday. You can get into a lot of trouble for doing the wrong procedure on the wrong person, but neither the medical assistant nor the doctor said anything when these were clearly two different people. I was actually laid off at the end of that day, or else I would take special needs. note about when he came in next.

I guess nobody will ever know the mystery of the body-shifting patient, but if anybody has any ideas, I would love to hear them. This happened to me back in winter of 2003 when I was 16 years old. It is by the far the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me that I still don't have an explanation for. It was a dreary winter day. All the trees were bare and it was gray and gross looking outside. There was no snow on the ground, but these details are important to set the scene.

So one afternoon my boyfriend and I were leaving my house to go somewhere, and before I got into his car, I realized I had forgotten something. I handed him my purse, and I asked him to put it in his car. It was a bright, blue, Dooney and Burke purse. purse that was widely popular in the early 2000s. I loved this purse. I also had basically my whole life in that purse. My wallets, all my money, my nextel phone, my makeup,

literally everything that was important to 16-year-old me. I come back to the car and get in and we go. A few minutes later, I say, Hey, you put my purse in here, right? Yeah, it's in the back, he said. I turn and look and see it partially covered up by some clothing. A few minutes later I turned to get it, and it's not there. I'm looking everywhere.

Eventually I tell him to pull over and that the purse isn't here, so we pull over and we tear the car apart. It's not there. I'm upset, asking, didn't you put it in the car? He, of course, is upset too and swears that he did. I swear that I even saw it in the back. So we go back to my house, figuring that it must have fallen out.

We get back and start searching everywhere, everywhere in the driveway, the road, my front yard, etc. My house in the driveway were not very big, so it's not that big of a space that it could be in. At some point, my dad comes out from all the commotion and starts to help us look. We literally looked everywhere, and it's not. nowhere to be found. After about ten minutes of looking, I start to give up. I was very upset, thinking how I'll never be able to replace my phone, all of my money. I sit down in my driveway and then the weirdest feeling comes over me.

I can only describe it as a feeling of warmth and total calm, and it's like a voice told me to calm down and just look up. I look up. And the purse materializes in front of my eyes. It literally just appeared right in front of me on our rock ledge. I say out loud, oh, there it is. And very calmly and almost trance-like, walk over to it. My dad and boyfriend are just shocked because it was not there a minute before.

My dad was standing right there. Everything was in the purse. Nothing was out of sort. no marks or dirt to indicate that it fell off the car or anything. And the weirdest detail is that there is no way that three people missed a bright blue purse in the middle of winter with no snow and no sun. It would have instantly stuck out against the backdrop of the day. I even remember seeing it in his car.

No people walked by as we were looking. Our neighbors weren't home, just no explanation for how it appeared. in front of our eyes. It was almost like I willed it back to me. I'll never forget that feeling that I had. I've never felt anything like that again. My boyfriend refused to discuss how the purse magically appeared after that. He was really freaked out and just kept saying how positive he was that he put the purse in the car.

I no longer have that purse. In a weird twist of events, I sold it to a friend years later who told me a few. few months after that, that it went missing from her room. And she never saw it again. A few months ago, I decided to ride my bicycle at night in the park, and I'd put my Android Xiaomi's cell phone in a chest-cross bag along with my apartment keys. When I stopped at the park and took my cell phone out of the bag, the bottom right corner was very damaged from the keys.

It was very scratched. and I got really upset because I don't use a protective shield, and the damage was permanent. I sat there, very sad, starting to send a voice message to my best friend relating what happened, and we talked about it. I even searched online for new screens on Ally Express, wondering how much they cost to get it exchanged for a new one. I was upset because I'd been thinking about my screen being scratched or broken, these past few weeks, since I kept putting the phone with my keys, and I could have seen this coming and predicted it was going to happen.

I was upset because I knew that this could happen, and then it did happen the exact way that I was thinking. The glitch in the Matrix is, a few days later, I noticed that my screen was back to normal, and now it only has one minor scratch that was already there before. It wasn't damaged anymore. Like that day in the park. It was back to being completely normal and I didn't understand. I messaged my friend asking her if she remembered the audio messages that I sent to her that night,

talking about the incident and how the keys left my phone scratched and how I was upset about it. And she confirmed that it all did happen. The one thing I really don't understand is that keys don't really damage phone screens anymore because they use gorilla glass. But I swear to you all that I spent a lot of time that night, sat on a park bench looking at the damaged corner of the screen. I even opened white images on Google so that I could look and see how much damage was done. And I had even searched for new screen replacements online at that time,

so I really don't know what happened. This was during the pandemic, in 2021. I, female, 53, work in animal rescue as a cross-border transporter, and I have a nexus pass to get back at fourth. The card is the same size as a driver's license, but it's kept in an RFID envelope to protect the data.

One day, I was supposed to go back to the U.S. from Canada, and I reached into the side pocket of my purse, where it's kept, to pull it out for crossing. The border was closed for regular traffic, but rescues could cross via commercial because having a pet is considered helpful for isolated people. So I reach in and my pass isn't there.

Now here's the odd thing. I had just put the pass in the pocket 30 minutes prior as I was bringing a load into Canada. I knew that I had put it there because I checked before I zipped up the pocket. I am paranoid about losing my pass, so I'm extra careful with it. I'm trying not to lose my mind because I need to go back and losing your cool isn't helpful with border agents. I pull over to the side of the road and methodically went through my purse.

Nothing. I empty out my purse completely, looking at each item carefully to make sure I'm not confused. No Nexus pass. I search the driver's seat. Nope. I get out and do a grid search of my whole vehicle. Not there. I go back to the CBSA office to look around.

I ask the officer that I dealt with, and he tells me that he saw me put it in my purse pocket. I must be losing my mind. I thank him and leave. I checked the car in my purse again, but nada. I even went back that night. to see if the cleaners had found anything. No.

Meanwhile, I let all my rescues know that I can't cross. I don't know what's going on, but I order a replacement just in case. I'm stuck for a month, waiting for the replacement, periodically searching for the card. It comes, and after I activated it, I go to my purse and put it in the zippered pocket so I won't lose it again. As soon as I open the pocket, there's my old Nexus pass. While I'm holding on to my new Nexus Pass. I've turned that purse inside out looking for that bloody pass, and it's sitting in the pocket all pleased as can be.

I feel like I've gone and lost my ever-loving mind, holding two Nexus passes. I yelled at the poltergeist that must have been farting around, because that pass was gone. I had other people looking for it too. Matrix, or whatever, I was hopping, irritated. What pocket universe did it slip into for all of that time? Lazzang sur-gillet, puissance-molyne for 15 minutes.

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and apologies if it doesn't belong and for the length. This was the weirdest experience that I've had to date, and I still get choked up and emotional when I think about it. It was 2010, and I was 25 years old,

living at home with my very supportive parents who were helping me through college, after previously dropping out of high school and having two amazing children. It was an early autumn afternoon, around 4 to 5 p.m. I was in my room doing some homework on my laptop at my desk. The desk faced the wall directly across from my bed,

And my older-style TV box was on top of my dresser to the left of my desk, about two feet away. I was, as usual, procrastinating doing my homework. So I was just mindlessly watching some dumb TV show. As I reached out my hand to press the button, as if a switch flipped, my entire environment changed. Now, this affects me still to this day. I still feel it in my soul that something's sure. strange happened. I didn't hallucinate.

It was real. I was back in my childhood home, some 20 miles away, and seemingly 18 years in the past. I was standing in front of the only hallway closet in the one-bedroom house that I grew up in.

The house was over a hundred years old, and the closet was one of those with the door that slides open on tracks. You know, the ones that the doors never go back on tracks right, so you have to be careful with how you open it. Anyway, the door to the closet was open, and my already outstretched left arm was reaching towards a very distinct item. When I was little, my mother had this perfume bottle that, for some reason, I was absolutely

in love with. The perfume itself was cheap and didn't smell particularly good to me. The bottle was glass and shaped like a bird, maybe a duck. It's wings were up and outstretched. It was beautiful, but it had a broken wing. I had probably broke it, being the curious and clumsy child that I was, and still am. So there I was.

One moment in my somewhat modern bedroom in 2010, the next in the old one-bedroom hallway across the county, back in time 18 years. I was there. I saw the bird bottle. I was within inches of grabbing it. My heart melted for that dumb little bottle of stinky perfume shaped like a one-winged dove. Before my hand could actually make physical contact with that precious bird, that switch flipped again.

I was back in front of my TV, outstretched left hand and all. My mind could not comprehend what had just happened, and I felt immediately sick and dizzy. I was in such a state of shock and confusion that I just walked out of my room, down the hall and into the living room and out into the front yard. I could do nothing but lurch over, hands on my knees, trying to desperately catch my breath, but mostly my sanity. This experience was so jarring, so real. I was physically in front of that open closet, reaching for that damn bird bottle and then I wasn't. I wasn't particularly stressed about classes.

It was community college. I'm not prone to hallucinations and was stone cold sober when this experience happened. I've only told a few people because, honestly, the subject of momentarily teleporting through time and space doesn't come up in conversation often, and I only know of a few people that I can tell. Has anyone had anything like this happen? I still have no explanation, and it might have just been a weird break in psyche, but it was not a dream. And I was not under the influence of anything, nor under any unusual stress. Hey, Raven, I've been listening to the podcast and have been following you on Spotify for about a year now,

and I had always been quite curious about the paranormal, otherworldly, and all-accompanying subjects. That being said, I'll try to keep this short. When I was five years old, I had a very eerie dream. I was in what looked like the inside of a closed-down diner that was pretty similar to a restaurant by the ski lodge on Mount Hood, which is about an hour and a half drive from where I live in Oregon. The place looked closed for the winter season, which makes no sense as winter is the prime season for skiing, and the place is normally packed. But there was clearly no one in the place.

All the lights were off, and chairs were on the tables, but there was a silhouette of a slightly portly man, and I could hear an ominous whisper. It was unintelligible, it was like it was being played off of a record player, being played at half speed and then 2x speed. But it also sounded like it was being played in reverse. It was as if my vision in this dream was moving to different points, and it kept getting closer to the man. I could see more of him, and by the end of the dream, I could make out that he was a Caucasian man wearing a red flannel shirt,

blue jeans, brown work boots. He had the classic balding man who still holds on to the little bit that he has on sides, his hair was brown, and he had a mustache with blue eyes. Forgive me, as this was a long time ago, but I'm not sure if he wanted to harm me. But before I woke up, he had found me, and my vision had returned to a regular second-person point of view. I know that I was scared when I awoke, and I wanted to tell my mom, who was helping my sister, who's six years older than me, get ready for school.

So I walked to the bathroom where they both were, and my sister was showing my mom a sculpture she had made for art class. And my jaw dropped to the floor. Her art project was a sculpture of a man wearing a red, flannel shirt, blue jeans, brown work boots, brandishing a brown mustache with a balding head and blue eyes. I asked her, as I said, I'm five years old at this time, how did you make the man from my dream? She said she'd been working on her project since she got home the day before. I had not heard anything about an art project

when I saw her the day before. Why would I? My sister was a brat who would tease me and treat me like a little brother. I couldn't have heard them talking about it as my bedroom door was closed and I'm notoriously a heavy sleeper to this day. I truly have no explanation

for this. Maybe a year ago, I asked my mom if she remembered the time that my sister had made a figure of a man with all those previously mentioned attributes. She says that she doesn't remember it. But how can you expect a woman raising two kids who she herself at the time was going through college to remember an art project from ten years ago? I then explained to her that I had just woken up from a dream about a man who resembled the exact same thing my sister had to made a figure of. I described what the man looked like in how he was dressed, and my mom said that it sounded like I was describing her dad,

who passed away in a plane crash in 1995, 12 years before I was born. But I still have no idea of how I dreamed of a man resembling my grandfather, who I had never met, nor had my sister. Anyways, I just wanted to put this possible glitch out there, for your audience to speculate on. Keep it up, Raven. I love the series.

Well, thank you, Dominic. I quite enjoyed this story. And I will keep it up. Promise. So, I haven't experienced a whole lot of weird things in my life. So much so that when I thought about the weird things I have experienced, one of the thoughts was about a pair of underwear that I had, about ten years ago.

I was around 13 to 15 years old at the time. So here's the story and I'll try to keep it short and simple. And of course, I assure you that everything I say is 100% true. I lived with my dad, my stepmother and stepbrother in an old house in a small city, population of about 30,000 at this time. My room was upstairs. I remember that I had this pair of unlawful. underwear that I'd had for a long time, and when I was putting my clean laundry into my wardrobe,

I noticed that the underwear had ripped. Naturally, I decided that I should throw it away. I clearly remember going outside and throwing the underwear into the trash can. I went back inside, and that was that. It's now around two weeks later, nearly Christmas. One day I went to shower and walked upstairs to my room to put on some floor. fresh clothes. I opened the wardrobe and right there sitting on top of the stack of underwear, you guessed it, is that same pair of underwear. I'm really confused as I'm sure that I had

thrown it away a couple of weeks ago. I pick it up and it's ripped, right in the same spot. No questions here, this is the same pair of underwear. I go and tell my dad what had just happened. he laughs it off and tells me to go throw it away, probably thinking that I'm just misremembering. So I go outside and throw that piece of underwear away again. I haven't seen it since. Now I'm absolutely certain that I threw that pair of underwear away the first time, and I also remember feeling a little bad about having to throw it away because I liked it. To this day, I haven't come up with an explanation myself.

And that's my little story and thank you for reading. Edit. Some additional information. I've never talked about this to anyone except for my dad and brother-in-law right after it happened. Both of them just laughed it off and said something along the lines of, That's weird. After that, I've mostly just forgotten about the whole thing. It's weird, though, how something that happened that simply just feels impossible is so easy to just shrug off.

I suppose the most likely rational possibilities would be, A, my stepbrother playing a really weird prank on me by digging around in the trash, finding my ripped underwear, keeping them to himself for a week and then placing it back in my wardrobe, and then not telling me about it even after I told him what happened. Or B, I am misremembering which goes against all of my memories of me throwing it away and feeling sad about it. And instead, I actually just threw it in the dirty laundry basket, and for some reason, my dad decided to place it on my wardrobe.

He rarely even went in my room, let alone helped me with my laundry. And also, without then putting any of my other laundry into the wardrobe. Any alternative solutions or thoughts? This happened to me a couple of weeks ago, and I've been thinking about it non-stop since. My roommate and I went through the Taco Bell Drive-Thru, as one does. I was driving and he was the passenger. I ordered a combo meal, a cassidia one if you're curious,

which came with a medium drink. I pulled up to the window to pay and handed my card over. While the drive-thru worker was processing my payment, I moved a cup from my middle console cup holder to the cup holder that's down on the door to make room from, my drink that was coming with my meal. The worker gave me my card back, and then immediately gave me my drink with a straw. I know for certain that I put it in the middle console cup holder, because I bumped my roommate

when I was trying to get it to fit. We get our food and begin the short journey home. When I pulled into my driveway, my roommate stepped out of the car with a bag of food. I reached down to the cup holder to grab my job. drink and it was not there. I checked every single cup holder in that car, and it was nowhere to be seen. I asked my roommate if he grabbed it and he said that he didn't, and was also confused as to where my drink went. We both remember me getting a drink with my meal, and it was just gone.

I was weirdly upset, not because I didn't have a drink, but because I felt like I was going crazy, and being gaslit by the universe. I've misplaced things like that before, but there was absolutely nowhere that it could have gone. It took me a while to calm down, but this has been in the back of my mind for the last two weeks, just eating at me. I can only assume that me from another dimension

got a surprise diet Pepsi that somehow slipped through a rift or something. Does anyone here have any thought? on what might have happened? To start, I'm from Croatia, and English is not my first language. My boyfriend and I, we were cleaning a building together. That day, my boyfriend left a key in the storage room keyhole until we cleaned the whole building. He was sure that he left it there, and he typically doesn't lose things nor forget where he leaves them. He's not like me.

When we were done, we went back to get the key, which I also saw in the lock when I was passing by. But suddenly the key wasn't there. Both he and I were surprised that the key wasn't there, so we went to look for it in the car. We looked everywhere, the sides, the front, even where we would never leave the key. But it's nowhere to be found. When we were cleaning, the people who normally stay there, because people give them things passed by. So my boyfriend and I immediately assumed that they may have stolen the key. Although we both knew that these people were okay, and that they probably wouldn't have done that.

We just didn't have any other logical explanation. We agreed to look for them right away because they couldn't have gone far. and we started looking for them and when we found them, my boyfriend went out to ask them if they had taken the key. And at the moment that he ran outside and started to question them, I looked down and saw the key in my hand. The key suddenly magically materialized in my hand out of nowhere. If the key were in my hand the whole time,

my boyfriend would have been the first to notice. There's no way he wouldn't have noticed that. When I saw the key, I immediately ran out and told my boyfriend that the key was in my hand. We apologized to the people and had a small talk about it, and when we got back in the car, even my boyfriend who had never heard of such things or seen such a thing, was in shock. I mean, he's never even watched or seen a single video about the paranormal.

I don't know how he lives like. that. The most bizarre of all is that shortly before this event, I had been talking to him about such things and things that have happened to me, but he wasn't interested. And now it happens to us, as if something wanted to show him that he had to trust me, and that such things do happen. So, this is a timeline that is strange. My current boyfriend and I met in August. I met his friend and his wife in September, not their daughter, since we visited an adult restaurant late at night for this double date. I only remember meeting them this time and not going to their home until October when he moved into his new house and had to get his things from their home.

However, this is where things got weird for me. When we went to his best friend's house to pick things up that he had stored in his friend's basement while he found a house. My boyfriend walked away while I parked the car, and I had no idea which house was theirs. I had to wait for him to come back up to get me to figure it out. Then, when we went inside his friend's daughter ran up to me. I don't remember knowing her, but kids are strange, but then the wife asked me how I liked her decorations. I was confused because I had no idea how I would have known her decorations were new,

as I had never been to their house. All of them acted like I should have known, one, their home location, two, that I'd met their daughter, and three would be able to see the difference between old decorations and new. I was confused, but didn't think much of it. Kids will run up to strangers, and maybe it was easy to tell the other. Others had I paid more attention. But, turns out, there's a date which I have no memory of.

My boyfriend and I and their little family all tried to go bowling but couldn't go. We went to a buffet to eat and even hung out in their house for a bit, hence why I should have known the location of the house or met their child. Now, while I have a great memory, I played with the... possibility that I simply forgot. However, my boyfriend and them have no proof that this happens. Had we gone to the buffet, my boyfriend would have paid. He never uses cash, and there is no charge on his only two cards for the date. Also, I have pictures of almost every day that this could have possibly taken place,

and nothing. Each day is accounted for, and no picture of the date either. It's rare that I don't take pictures on our dates, especially if food is involved. But all days that this date could have taken place, I have either a selfie or other pictures proving that I wasn't anywhere near him. And the tracking of Google Maps also backs up that this date never happened. It seems like all four of them, for some reason, come from a timeline where this date took place. I wonder why they all jumped, and I'm kind of anxious now.

I never forget things like this, but to have no proof of the date really solidifies that I'm not just forgetting. In this timeline, it didn't happen. So this happened earlier this morning, but it's still on everyone's mind here. I was doing the laundry and moving clothes from the washing machine to dryer. While I was moving things over, I picked up my Optimus Prime shirt and put it in the dryer. Then, one of my kids needed me in the kitchen, so I walked away. When I went back to the washing machine, I picked up the next item, and it was again my Optimus Prime shirt. I figured I had just mistaken the first shirt for it, so I threw the shirt in there.

A few items later, again, one of my kids needed something, so I walked away. away. When I get back, I again pull out the same Optimus Prime shirt from the washing machine, and I say out loud, what the hell? This is weird? And throw it in the dryer. My oldest daughter walked in and asked what was going on, and I tell her. She looks in the dryer, and she says that there's three of this shirt in there. It's impossible. I only own one. So I go look in the dryer, and yes, indeed, there are three identical shirts, all wet as well. My daughter gets excited and calls my wife to take a look to confirm that we are not crazy. My wife takes a look and she also sees the three identical shirts,

and she knows that I only own one as she's the one who bought it for me. My wife says that we should take a picture and she walks out of the laundry room to get her phone. while she was getting her phone there's a loud bang coming from the laundry room and we all quickly go back in there nothing seemed out of place or to have fallen but when my daughter looked in the dryer there's only the one Optimus Prime shirt

we emptied the dryer but in the end there was only that single shirt still no idea what happened there but all three of us saw the multiple shirts This happened over a year ago, but it replaced fresh in my mind almost daily, because I'm trying to make sense of what I saw and experienced. My ex-boyfriend, 35, male, and I, 34 female, were strolling through the aisles of a store conversing as normal. We were choosing snacks for stay-at-home date night.

As we came to the end of an aisle, I began to get a migraine and, I felt a pain in my guts to the point of wanting to vomit. My boyfriend at the time began to notice me in discomfort and asked me if everything was okay, and hell no, it was not. I was standing at the end of the aisle with my hand on my head and the other on my back trying to support myself. I felt like I could feel the earth literally spinning, never mind the room.

I had to steady myself because the spinning felt so real. It was like that spaceship ride at a carnival, where it just spins and everyone gets stuck to the walls. I leaned my head back, and when I looked forward and to my right, I saw myself and my boyfriend in perfect mirrored form. I was standing next to myself. I saw me, staring at myself in absolute horror, with my oblivious boyfriend picking up some kind of bag of chips and standing. handing behind me. I raised my hand, and the reflection raised its hand. I stared at myself and turned to my boyfriend in horror and said,

Do you not freaking see this? I then looked back to find the reflection gone and went into a full-scale panic attack. I know what I saw. I'm not crazy. I stood directly next to myself as if I had a perfect clone and saw everything reflected right behind me. Time split. The universe split right in half.

I can't make sense of what I saw to this day. I just know that I know nothing is what I thought it was anymore. Pre-pandemic, I traveled downtown roughly twice per week to attend technical user group events. My employer would reimburse me for parking ramp expenses, so I would always use the nearest parking ramps available. Years ago, I had the unfortunate experience of losing a parking ticket and having to pay the full daily rate, which was expensive to exit the ramp. Needless to say, it's always stuck with me, and since I've made it a habit to always place

my ramp ticket in the same place each time before exiting my vehicle. Center console cup holders. On this particular occasion, I recalled the Lost Ticket. ticket, thought to myself, yep, don't ever want to go through that again, and I placed the ticket into my empty cup holder. Mind you, I keep my vehicles pretty pristine. No garbage, nothing really in my car other than sunglasses. The event ends and I head back to the car, put it in reverse and drive up to the meter to pay. Looking down to grab my ticket, it's gone. Nothing there. Nothing is in my cup holder.

I take a few seconds to look around, but... Nothing. By this time, people are piling up behind me. Everyone has to back up so that I can maneuver out. I pull around and find a spot in the ramp so that I could figure out where my ticket is. Of course, it's going to be on the floor between the seats and center console, right? No. The other side?

No. Under the seats. Purse. Nope. I know where I put it, but oddly enough, it's just not there. And I'm starting to second guess myself. Maybe someone got into my car and took it along with other items from the center console. No, nothing missing.

And my car was locked, so... This went on for a good ten minutes. Finally, I start screaming to the parking ticket gods and forcefully feel around my cup holder. and proceed to lift up the bottom rubber mat to see if it somehow fell under or got caught in a crease. I mean, it's empty. No physical way that it could have fallen in the crease because there wasn't one. It's a solid, molded piece of plastic. I put the rubber mat back down and tamp it into place.

Defeated and wanting to give the universe a big double finger, I grabbed my seat belt and proceed to buckle in. I look one last time at that damn cup holder, and the freaking ticket is sitting there dead center. Pristine. Like, it's never moved. No creases. On top of the rubber mat thing that I just tamped down.

This is a four-inch by two-inch green ticket. What the hell? This rocked me, and I have no explanation. For some context. when I was in high school, at 16 or 17, I'm 27 now, my family was, let's just say, lower middle class. I came from a family of five kids. I was the oldest, so money was often tight.

Despite being driving age, my parents couldn't afford to help me pay for a car, so my bike was the only thing I had if I needed to get somewhere that my parents refused to drive me to. And now, the glitch in question. We lived on the corner lot of my block. Because of that, we had a bigger front lawn that my siblings used to leave their bikes out on all the time. My mom used to get mad because my brother went through bikes left and right, and she would always threaten us saying that if we didn't put our bikes away,

they would rust or get stolen, and she wouldn't replace them. One day I got home from a friend's house right before it started to rain, making it a point to put my bike in the garage ASAP. About 20 minutes later, my mom busts into my room screaming at me about my bike being out in the rain. At this point, I figured maybe my brother had taken my bike and didn't put it back. He did this from time to time. I went outside and found my bike lying on the far corner of our front lawn right next to the sidewalk. I walked my bike back up to the garage, upset that my brother both did.

took my bike without asking, and then got me in trouble for it. But when I opened the garage, my bike was already inside, right where I had put it earlier. I stood there utterly confused, with literally the same exact bike in my hands, same brand, same color, purple, Titan Wildcat mountain bike with handbrakes. Same everything. It even looked used like my bike. To this day, I still have no idea where that bike came from. No one ever came to claim it or said that it was missing.

My siblings also to this day still claim to not be responsible for bringing it home. The bike is actually still hanging in my parents' garage, right next to my actual bike. Thinking about this interaction often leaves me with a weird feeling of being watched. I choose to accept that this is a glitch, mostly. because the alternative of who or whatever left this bike on my lawn. Being close enough to me to know what bike

I rode and where I lived creeps me out much worse. Has anyone else ever had an item duplicate itself? It's never too early to plan your summer story in Europe with WestJet, from rolling countryside to cobblestone streets. Begin your next chapter.

Book your seat at westjet.com or call your travel agent. WestJet, where your story takes off. So, this past winter, I, 27 female, went with my mom on vacation to a very small town in the middle of a huge ecological park that consists of kilometers upon kilometers of desert. It's not the first time we've gone there on vacation. We just love how calm and quiet it is, the beautiful scenery, and the kind people who live in that town.

Now, since it is a very small town, there's just one hotel with five rooms and three bathrooms. Two of the three bathrooms are inside the restaurant that's attached to the hotel. And to get to them from any of the rooms, you have to pass various sets of doors. Because of this, at night, we only used the other bathroom, which was a metal door on the other side of a small patio. I remember that first day at the hotel I went to the bathroom and when I tried to close the door, I couldn't close it fully because there was a crack on the wall the door was attached to. There had been an earthquake a few years prior, which was probably the culprit for this crack. Since the last time we'd stayed at this hotel, many years ago, it wasn't there.

As a result, we had to tie a string from the lock to a nail-like. in the wall inside the bathroom in order to close it. And even then, it never fully closed. It annoyed me, but we weren't paying much and we were the only one staying at that hotel anyways. Well, here's how the glitch happened. It was our third day staying at the hotel, and we had just come back from a walk up a nearby mount. Very small. The walk barely lasted an hour.

It was still fairly early night, around 10 p.m., and my mom said that she was going to get ready for bed. I told her to go ahead because I wanted to stargace for a little while, taking advantage of the cloudless sky. I did so for about half an hour or so, before deciding it was time to also get ready for bed. I went to our room, got my toothbrush and toothpaste, and then went to the bathroom. As soon as I stepped in, everything felt off. I reached for the light switch, but it wasn't there. I searched for it to no avail. And then, when my eyes got used to the darkness,

I saw that it was on the opposite wall, the one that had a crack. Except when I turned the light on, I realized there was no crack. As so, I was able to close the door perfectly, and there was no string or nail to tie it in place. It was as if it was an entirely different bathroom, but everything else was the same. The tiles on the wall, the slightly rusted mirror, the cheap-looking showerhead, and the white sink with the pink soap. Everything was the same as I remembered, except for the cracked wall and the light switch.

It was as if, for the time I took to wash my teeth, I was in an alternate timeline, in which the earthquake didn't happen. The wall didn't crack in the lights which wasn't moved to another wall. It was a very surreal experience, and the more I stayed there, the more nervous I became. So I hurried up, turned off the light and pretty much sprinted towards my room. My mom was already asleep, so I decided not to bother her, but it took a while before I could sleep because I was. was feeling very unnerved.

The next day, with the sun now illuminating everything, I went back to check on the bathroom that had scared me so much the previous night. But it was exactly as it should be. Crack and all. I haven't been able to make sense of this situation despite how much I've thought about it. This happened a few months ago, but still bothers me. So I'm a very detailed and organized person. less is more in regards to my living space.

My room is always an order, but most importantly to note, everything has a place. So, if it's not in its place, I know that it's missing. I also hate losing things, so I'm hyper aware of where my belongings are. So I have a cup on my shelf that I store pens and markers. I vetted every pen slash marker before it went in there, and frankly, I don't use them that often. But I still like to know that they're all worthy of use and that I'm not collecting junk.

This is just to note that I am familiar with what I have in there because I loathe clutter. What I also keep in there is a letter opener and a great pair of scissors that I kept from an office job many years ago. Those items I use quite often. At some point last year, the scissors, went missing. Even though I do live with my family, I have my own floor and we don't really go into

each other's spaces. We live more like roommates, especially in the sense that we have many of our own common items, rather than communal ones, including scissors. I was annoyed and asked everyone for a while if they had seen my scissors or come into my room and took them to which they all denied. over the next few months, instead of just getting new scissors, I would just get really annoyed every time I needed one and went to grab them, only to be reminded that they were still missing. So, one day I go to remove one of those event bracelets from my wrist that I got from going out the night before.

Out of habit, I go to get the scissors, forgetting once again that they've been missing for months. I take the letter opener instead, I know, risky. And tell myself, that's it, just take the extra little black scissors from work that you've had at your desk for ages. I use the letter opener to remove the bracelet, put it back, and that's it. The next day, I, of course, forget to bring the scissors home from work. I work in a shared office space, so most of the supplies are communal, and those scissors hadn't crossed my line of sight that day to remind me to bring them home.

When I get home, I have a ton of mail to open. So I go to get my letter opener, and when I tell you that my heart dropped into my stomach when I didn't see the letter opener, but the scissors that had been missing for months. I just stared at them in disbelief. I then asked all of my family members, which one of them had randomly returned my scissors,

that they had all denied taking all those months ago. After the initial blatant denial, to my question, I was practically begging them to tell me they returned them because I needed an explanation. But my parents and brothers said they have no idea what I'm talking about. I begged them to tell me that they were playing a joke on me, knowing they aren't the pranking type but still needing an explanation. None of them even remembered me asking about these missing scissors months ago in the first place,

and truthfully, they thought I was. crazy, and annoying for going on and on about scissors all night. I was pretty freaked out, and my denial and confusion made me decide to take the entire contents of the cup out, even though my letter opener clearly was not there, and couldn't be missed if it was. But, let me tell you, what I then found hidden among the pens was the small black scissors from work that I never actually brought home the day prior. I basically sat on the floor for an hour trying to find a rational and logical explanation for the entire thing to help me sleep at night.

It's been months, and I would like to note that my letter opener is still gone, despite searching high and low for it. And I now have two pairs of scissors at home. I'm curious what others think, because... I still really can't conjure a complete explanation that doesn't involve me having memory loss, or my family playing a trick on me, which I also know did not happen. Today, while visiting my mom, I offered to help her out around the house while she worked in her garden. I began vacuuming her kitchen with her new vacuum cleaner that I hadn't used before.

I looked at the settings to be sure that I had it all right before I turned it on, and I moved the switch to hardwood floor, which was the third setting, but I didn't pay attention to the other two settings, since that was what I was looking for. When I got to her rugs, I looked at the switch to switch it from hard floor to a more appropriate setting, and this time the vacuum read something along the lines of carpet slash rug for the first setting,

and then there was a symbol with the line at the bottom, and small lines coming off the top of that line for the second setting, and then hard floor for the third setting. I immediately thought it was weird that the second setting had a drawing and symbol when the other two had words. I switched it to the third setting and vacuumed the rugs. As I was working on this, my mom walked back through the house. I asked what the second setting was for,

I assumed it was for very short carpet, but was just checking, and she confirmed this. After the rugs, I looked down to switch it back to the hard floor setting, and now the second setting had words, indicating short carpet, instead of a symbol. I just paused and looked at it for a moment because it was completely different than what I was positive I saw just a few minutes before. I know that this is a small glitch, but I am positive the first time I looked at it. It was a symbol slash drawing. But every time I checked after that, it was words. This one isn't as interesting as some of the others here, but it happened to me thrice in this apartment.

The way that the bathroom was set up meant that it had two rooms, one for the bathroom and shower, and the other for the sinks and cabinets. The trash can was between the toilet and shower, so it couldn't have made it into there. We checked the hallways each time, too. It only happened when we were at my old apartment. We called the bathroom, the black hole. I was doing my hair for a party and dropped one of my small scrunchies, and couldn't find it. I called my roommate in, and she and I both took everything out of the bathroom, the rolling shelves,

Everything off the shelves, everything out of the drawers and cabinets, and we still could not find it. It was a bright yellow scrunchy, so it shouldn't have been that hard to find. The second time my roommate and I were doing our makeup together, and the head of one of my makeup brushes fell off. My roommate and I both watched it bounce off of the sink counter, bounce onto the floor, and go under the little lip where the cabinet door hangs out a little bit. I immediately bent down to grab it, but I couldn't find it.

Cue the deconstruction of the bathroom once again, while me and all three of my roommates took turns looking for it. Even after we all moved out and scrubbed the place top to bottom, we never found it. Even though the door to the bathroom was closed, we opened it and looked in the hallway too. The third time my roommate was watching me do my makeup again, when I lost another brushhead. It was literally the same type of brush, just new. I've changed brushes since then.

Their glue obviously wasn't the best. One of the boyfriends of a roommate helped us this time too, because he didn't believe us about the last time. And the five of us had no luck. That apartment complex always had this weird energy, but that was the third apartment in that complex that I had. been in, and nothing like this had ever happened.

When we moved out, I had one of my exes and a friend come help and look through my stuff slash the bathroom, because I was still so confused. And still, no luck. So that was this week's collection of

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