As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 114 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: February 12, 2026

Welcome to 114th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 19 stories that will make you question reality itself, submitted and posted by everyday people. Today we have stories about disappearing objects, strange happenings, time skips and quantum immortality. If you enjoyed this episode, be sure to like or rate the podcast, and leave me a comment with your thoughts if the platform your on supports it! I upload episodes every 3 days, so there are 2 days between new uploads. The podcast consists of new scary story collections, Glitch in the matrix collections, and also what I call the "Dark Dreams" collections (which are older stories, remastered and layered with rain sounds). If you have a story to submit, would like to find where to listen to the podcast, or want to find me on social media platforms, all of that info can be found at https://www.astheravendreams.com You can also send stories into my subreddit (r/theravensdream) or email them to me at [e-mail] Want to check out some ATRD Podcast Merch? ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Or for signed merch ➤ https://ko-fi.com/AsTheRavenDreams I wrote a novel, "The Insomniac's Experiment" by Raven Adams! Check it out on amazon (Or you can email me for a signed copy!) Join Patreon to get early access and support the Podcast! ➤ https://www.patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Check out my gaming channel with my pal Ghost_Ink ➤ @superNefariousBros On YouTube Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in todays episode... Plenilunio30, Merrader, Mickey, youngbeast2828, ambientan, Chess_I_Kann, Carla Base, Hazel, Lorrie, MioAlexander, p4zaa, William Yates, Jon F, midnight_mystique01, Glowsense, melonpoly, Obvious-One-9948, maxobrien20, Mr_Massachusetts As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 2 & Story 11 1 ➤ 0:52 2 ➤ 3:46 3 ➤ 9:14 4 ➤ 11:31 5 ➤ 13:59 6 ➤ 16:53 7 ➤ 22:10 8 ➤ 25:53 9 ➤ 27:35 10 ➤ 29:35 11 ➤ 32:13 12 ➤ 34:26 13 ➤ 40:38 14 ➤ 42:21 15 ➤ 46:34 16 ➤ 50:17 17 ➤ 53:01 18 ➤ 55:23 19 ➤ 1:00:14 ----- Disclaimer ➤ Episodes include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Listener discretion is always advised. ALL Audio and visuals on this podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format. Bless This Mess. None of my audio is AI Generated, I am a real person reading real stories into a real microphone. Note: The podcast nor the host endorses any advertisements played during the podcast, 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. #ScaryStories #UnexplainedMysteries #GlitchInTheMatrix Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hey, you. Yes, you. I hope you're having a wonderful day. It's Thursday. Thursdays are always interesting. Never really could quite get the hang of Thursdays. But, you know, is what it is. Today we have some glitch in the Matrix Stories, as we sometimes do, as we frequently do. Kind of frequently, semi-frequently? I don't know. As we do on this podcast, Glitch in the Matrix Stories. Hopefully you enjoy them. If you do, please do let me know in the comments. If you're on a platform that allows comments. If not, please consider rating the podcast. That does help the podcast grow, so that'd be cool. You don't have to, but if you do it, I would be ever so grateful.

All that, friends, I won't hold you here any longer, so enjoy. This happened to me just a few minutes ago, and I'm still feeling weird about it. Returning home after I got off the bus, I called my mom to let her know I was about to arrive. I could hear my little brothers and my father watching football in the background and she was making dinner. Around me, some people at the bar, people walking around the street, nothing out of the ordinary really. Then five minutes later, I arrive home and loudly said, Hello everyone, as always. But nobody answered.

I thought, okay, maybe they didn't hear me. So I went to look for my family. The TV was turned on, someone was watching football, but the living room was empty. The kitchen was empty, but the lights were on. The bathroom had the lights on too, but also empty. I looked everywhere, every single room. I started getting weirded out, but I don't know, maybe they went to my grandmas in the other building's floor. I don't know.

I swear that the house was empty except for me and my pets. The cats were chilling. though. But when I checked my balcony, this got even weirder. The street was empty. I could only hear the crickets and animals, no cars, no people. The bar was open, but I couldn't see people in the terrace, even though it had a couple of families when I walked past them. It's scary. I went to my room because I still had my backpack on and wanted to leave it, but honestly, I was starting to get unsettled. And then, suddenly my mom appeared on my door, looking surprised. The conversation went something like this.

Her, you're here already? I didn't hear the door. Me. Where were you all? Nobody was here. What do you mean? We didn't leave. I said hi and nobody was home. Huh, weird. Maybe we just didn't hear you. We looked at each other super confused, but just, She changed the topic and didn't say anything else. And yes, my father and brother were watching football in the living room,

sunk in the sofa like they never left. And then the cars and people returned. Everything was normal. No, I didn't listen to the door before she came into my room. My room is right next to the house entrance. I would have heard it. But I have no explanation for this, and it felt genuinely scary for a minute there. Just the silence.

So I was 20 at the time this happened, and the event is strange on its own as it was then, but I will mention what happened when I was about 12. Just ignore that part if you think it's irrelevant and against the chart rules. There are other things like a premonition added in, but I think it's the best place to post this. So what happened? I was walking that tunnel pretty often.

At least once a month, usually more often at that time. There was one place close to the exit, so there's sunlight in addition to pretty faint artificial lighting. Years had passed since that event when I was around 12, and I wasn't thinking about it one bit. But suddenly I remember that, at the exact spot, something strange happened. I think, oh yeah, that's weird. And continue. When I approach the spot, I see a beggar sitting down on cardboard. They often use that tunnel.

But the beggar looks nothing like they usually do. He sits there with the metal box with some money in it, but his clothes are somewhat strange. I can't explain. It's something like young people could wear today, cosplay as modern elves. Nothing too outrageous, also worn out but still weird. In his face, he was my age, about 20, with short blonde hair.

But he looked just perfect in a way that I cannot describe. Not like a real elf or something, but there are those people who are just so beautiful it almost hurts. His skin was like porcelain, absolutely perfect. And he looked up at me with those Instagram-worthy sky-blue eyes full of sadness. And I just couldn't believe how perfect this man sitting on. his knees looked. I thought to myself, have you tried modeling, not begging? Because you rarely see people like that.

But, okay, maybe he had problems why he couldn't work at that age. Anything's possible. But what I did experience was a feeling of holiness. Like I was in the presence of something I wasn't even supposed to see. But overall, he looked just like an incredibly beautiful yet otherwise normal young man. And then I pass by him and suddenly I see movement in the corner of my eye. I look back, and he's not there. I basically passed him by not more than two meters, and I even saw the moment he disappeared just barely. It wasn't that he could get away that fast, it was a tunnel with

no doors or anything. There were just a few people in there, and when he was gone, I was right there, not across the street or anything. The cardboard was still there, but he was gone, just like that. And then, just one addition to make this even weirder, the same thing happened when I was at exactly the same spot, this time together with my mother. There stood a terribly disfigured man with the face that scared me. He wasn't begging for money, just standing there, but he felt evil. I'm disabled myself, I don't discriminate, but that face was just all wrong.

Like his skin was dripping off of his skull. Maybe he didn't even feel that evil, just very wrong. I asked my mother what was wrong with this person and she said that he was just sick, but I could tell that she was worried. And again, right when we passed the man, I saw movement, looked back, and he wasn't there. Gone. And again, that's a tunnel, and both times I walked in the direction of the exit. They couldn't have gotten out.

I asked her where he went, and my mother looked back and was terrified. She said that he must have run away, but I knew that she was lying. She was scared. And the thing that I thought, just before I saw that young man, it was about this disfigured, weird person with his dripping off face. I hadn't thought about it for years. And boom, just as it happened again, I somehow felt the strange glitching feeling. I asked my mother if she remembered that man disappearing and she insisted that he just ran away,

but yes, she did see him. And then when I was 20, she finally admitted that the man didn't look sick or disabled. He looked wrong, as if someone had smeared the image of a man. She didn't want me to get scared then, but she did admit it when I was 20, and, told her about the young man. You can disregard the first event as I was 12, and you can disregard me remembering the first event just before the second, but that young man who looked so out of place, disappearing in a way that I even saw movement,

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Publié. Savour. Admir. And profite. Via Rae. The voice that we love. Hi, Raven. I've had a few glitches throughout my life that usually can be explained logically.

That I still believe are glitches. But my most recent one can't be. This actually happened about a year ago, in the winter. I live in Michigan, and had gone to a friend's house about ten miles away for a night of poker.

If anyone cares, yes, I had some drinks, but I only had four beers in the five hours that I was there, with the last one a full hour before I left. And no other substances. The roads were clear on the way over. However, while I was there,

it had snowed a little. Less than half an inch. I had left about 1 a.m. and the roads were a little slick, but not bad. I was able to go about 35 to 40 miles per hour safely. It's all two-lane backroads, and it's not uncommon that nobody is out that late,

and in the snow. What I'm getting at is there are no tracks in the snow other than what I'm making. So, anyway, the inevitable happens, and a deer comes running across the road from my left. I slam the brakes as I see her slip and fall right in front of me, and I slide a little. There's no way I didn't hit her,

but I didn't feel a hit either. My truck isn't tall enough to straddle a deer, and she was too close to have slid past me. This bothers me a little, so I turn around to go look. In the snow, I can see my tracks where I hit the brakes. I can also see her tracks where she came across the road and where she fell.

What was missing were tracks where she should have gotten up and walked off or slid the rest away off the road. The proximity of my slide and her slide confirmed that I should have hit her. No damage to my truck. No fur on the trim. People who have hit a deer will understand that. And there was no blood. It's like she just blipped out of existence.

Or at least, this reality. Yesterday something really strange happened to my mom and my sister. and I honestly don't know if it was just a coincidence or some kind of glitch in the matrix. I was at work between 1 to 2 p.m. when my mom texted me saying she was going to have lunch with my sister. We chatted for a bit until she stopped replying. Later that afternoon, when I got home, she told me the weirdest thing. She said she was in her bedroom. For context, our apartment is laid out like this.

When you enter, there's the living room and dining room, then a hallway with the kitchen, my bedroom, my sister's empty bedroom, and finally my mom's bedroom at the end. From her room, you can only see the hallway. While she was in her bedroom, she clearly heard my sister come in, the front door opening, the keys jingling, the sound of her purse and jacket being dropped on the chair.

Even the cats that were sleeping on my mom's bed woke up and ran to greet her, like they do every day. But no one ever walked down the hallway. My mom got up to greet her, but there was no one there. Later, my sister told us that around noon, she had texted my mom about having lunch together. She left her phone on the bed while she went to shower and get ready. But when she came home, her phone was gone.

She tore the whole place apart looking for it, moved the bed, stripped the sheets, checked every corner. She even used Find my iPhone, but it only showed that it was somewhere in her apartment. She got so frustrated that she ended up calling her boyfriend on Discord from her PC, to ask if maybe he had accidentally taken it, but he hadn't. After about an hour of searching and crying, she checked her room one more time and there it was. The phone was lying in the middle of the bed, completely in plain sight, as if,

It had been there the whole time. This freaked me out so much that I joked. Maybe the parallel universe version of my sister didn't lose her phone, managed to leave on time, and actually came home for lunch. But what do you guys think? Glitch in the Matrix? Hello, Raven. I've been listening to these stories for a while now and have enjoyed them so much

that I've been going through the back catalog from when you started. Hopefully you didn't go too far back, because if so, I'm sorry. The strange one that I have for you, I have never forgotten. I was maybe 11 or 12 years old at the time. This particular day was sunny and clear with not a cloud in the sky, which is important to my story. I wasn't at school that day, so it may have been a Saturday, or when school was out.

My mother asked me to go on an errand and walk to a grocery store a few blocks from the house. back when it was okay for a kid to wander through the neighborhood alone, so it was a few decades ago. I set off on the 15-minute walk to the store. Pretty normal, clear, late morning day, bright, sunny, and warm. Other people on the sidewalks and cars coming and going, so, as you can tell, just very much a regular day. I got close to the store and had to wait to cross the street at a four-way intersection, and as I waited, the strangest event occurred. Suddenly, the bright, sunny morning became dark.

Over about five seconds, the light faded to black, or, to put it another way, morning became midnight. And I mean pitch black. Not like a flick of a switch, just a gradual three to five second fade. Now, I'm standing waiting to cross. the street thinking my eyesight is fading. I stood there looking around and the cars are still coming and going, but now with their headlights on. But the thing is, the other people on the sidewalk did not look troubled by what had just happened.

Nobody was looking around or looking up, and they didn't seem to be concerned by the strangeness. I got the crossing signal, and as soon as I stepped on the opposite curb, in maybe ten seconds, everything faded back to daylight, and it was now a normal sunny morning again. I continued on to the store and bought the few things for my mom. I didn't hear anyone in the store talking about what I had just seen, which I thought was strange. So I walked home and asked my mother if she had seen the sky get dark.

No, what are you talking about? It's been sunny all morning, came the reply. I just left it at that. and I didn't mention it to anyone. I have no idea what happened that day, but I will never forget it. Hi, Raven. I stumbled across your channel on YouTube a few weeks ago. I listened to your glitch stories every day.

I listen while at work as often as possible and at home before I go to sleep. I want to say thank you for what you do. I truly enjoy them, and you have a very soothing voice. Thank you. I'm very glad to have found your channel because my whole life feels like a glitch. I have several glitch stories to share with you, all of which are 100% true, or at least to my recollection, are. So here is one of my stories.

Back around winter of 2005, my then wife and I lived in the country. We've always enjoyed being out in the country as the city lifestyle was not for us. I worked day shift, 10 to 16 hours a day. so it was still dark when I would make my drive to work and dark on my way home. This particular day I was able to get off work at 5 p.m., so I still had roughly 45 minutes of daylight for my drive home. My job was about an hour from my home with no traffic. Going down a long stretch of highway before making my turn for my main road,

I have to drive through the downtown side of our town, so the speed limit drops from 55 to 35 miles per hour. This is a small town with no traffic lights, so the cops out there have nothing better to do than set up speed traps, so it would be wise to make sure you don't speed even one mile over the speed limit. Once you get through the downtown part of town, the speed limit goes back up to 55. On this particular evening, I had just passed the 55-mile-per-hour speed limit sign, so I started to increase my speed. The sun was setting, but there was a little.

was still some light out, enough sunlight that you don't have to turn your headlights on. As my speed increased, I noticed a buck coming out of the woods on the right side, so I started to slow down. The buck got in the middle of the highway and then stopped and looked in my direction, so I slowed down even more. Then another buck came out of the woods, this time from my left. This buck also got into the middle of the highway and stopped. The bucks were probably still about a hundred feet or so in front of me, so I slowed down even more,

and then out comes another, then another, then another. I looked into my rear view mirror to see if there were any cars behind me, but the road was clear. I was now only a few yards from the bucks who were all staring me down, and would not cross the road. I now have no choice but to come to a complete stop, as more and more of them come out of the woods from both sides. Within just a few seconds, the entire highway was covered in bucks. This certain stretch of highway has many dips and curves, so as far as I could see, the entire highway was completely covered in bucks. When I say hundreds of bucks, I literally mean hundreds. I've never seen so many bucks in one place at one time.

I looked the highway up and down and I did not see one dough, not even one. I'm now in panic mode because at any moment these bucks could easily ram their racks into my truck, breaking my windshield and impaling me. They stared me down for what seemed like an eternity, even though it was maybe for a minute. The two closest bucks gave me a stare that burnt. a hole through me. I could only assume that those were the first two that had initially come out. Finally, they took a few steps back and had made an opening in the highway allowing me to drive through.

Moving at an extremely slow pace, I slowly drive through the opening that they had made. My turn was coming up soon and I glanced up in my rearview mirror and as I drove through the opening, they sealed up the opening by stepping back into the middle of the highway. As I made my right hand turn, I glanced in my mirror again and looked over my right shoulder. The opening they had made allowing me to drive through was completely closed off again. I had only about three miles left before making it home as my heart was beating out of my chest. What in the hell just happened? I was completely freaked out.

Nobody will ever believe this story as back then it was rare that anyone had dash cams. I'm not sure if they were even out in 2005. Has anyone ever had anything similar happened to them? Thank you for taking the time to share my, I guess, glitch in the Matrix story. I'm wishing you and your family the best for 2026. Thank you once again. Take care and many blessings.

This happened years ago, but I honestly still remember like it was yesterday. First, some background about me. I've always loved being active, whether it would be playing basketball, hiking, lifting weights, or long walks, especially in the rain. For my long walks, I had this huge jug that I would always carry full of water. It was one of those gallon jugs that came from Hawaiian Punch. My mother had bought it from the store prior, and I was reusing the bottle. On this day in question, it was raining outside. In fact, the rain is what woke me up.

I knew immediately, I got to get up and walking before I missed the rain. So I got up and started looking for my water jug. Already this is weird. I say this because the way my room is set up, it's impossible to lose something that size. Imagine a rectangular room with a door in the bottom left-hand corner on the short wall. You open the door and directly next to the door to your left is a couch with short wall. legs, so the opening under the couch is tiny. Nothing's going under there. To the far side of the room on the opposite short wall is my futon on the floor. No frame, no box spring, just a mat on the floor.

In front of that, on the long wall was my dresser, which had a tiny opening at the bottom that my kitten couldn't even fit under. Directly next to that dresser, I had a desk that I had my TV on, that I would sit at and draw, play video games, so on. Opposite to that, on the other long wall was a shelf high up on the wall that I had suits hanging from for church. That being said, the middle of the floor is empty, and all that's there is a drawstring hanging from the ceiling light that you pull to turn the light on and off, so the water jug being missing just makes no sense. Even though it's strange, I waste about 15 minutes tearing my room apart and asking my siblings and parents if they had seen or touched it, and I still can't find it. So I give up and go for my walk with a smaller bottle.

Hours later I come home and take a hot shower and then get settled in. I invite my brother into my room to watch a movie with me. It's dark in the room. I'm laying on my futon and my brother is laying on the kitchen. couch across the room from me. During the middle of the movie, out of nowhere, we hear a huge thud, like someone dropped a bowling ball or something. I pause the movie.

I look at him confused and he looks at me confused, both of us thinking that we threw something at one another. I get up, pull the drawstring, and the light clicks on, and I look down, and there is the jug directly in the middle of the floor. The water sloshing around like it had just fell. He and I are both staring at each other in shock because we both knew that, one, there's no way for it to go missing, but also two, it was missing. How did it just appear out of thin air in the middle of the floor?

Nothing for it to fall off of. Nowhere for it to hide under. It's as if it glitched out of the room and then glitched back late. It's so bizarre. Not the scariest thing to happen in that house, but definitely the most unexplainable. A few years back, me, my sister, and my dad went to Dubai for holiday. We were walking along a waterfront at 12 a.m. It had those boat-shaped restaurants attached to the cliffs, or you could also rent boats.

Everything was closed as it was late, but the waterfront was well lit. We passed by one of those boat-style restaurants, and it was completely closed. Dark inside, empty and quiet. My sister and I walked up close to it and sat on the benches by it for a bit while my dad continued walking. We catch up with my dad. We walked the short path for maybe ten more minutes. As we walked back the same linear path to get to our car, back to the exact same spot. But suddenly the same restaurant was fully lit up, packed with people, blasting loud music, and staff outside calling people in and handing out menus.

The same boat sign outside, the same bench that we sat on. We were all just standing there flabbergasted. I even asked the front staff if they had just opened and she looked at me strange and said no. My sister, father and I, we all saw the same. thing. In the span of ten minutes the place went from totally shut down to looking like it had been open and lively all night. We still talk about it to this day and cannot come up with a reasonable explanation. Now things are getting weird. Really freaking weird. I walk a certain route five days a week, day and night, whatever I feel like. Twice now, I have seen cars seeming to

vanish when I look at them from where they were. It happened a few months ago in daylight when I saw a car pull into a driveway. The garage door was closed, and I blinked and it was gone. Tonight, a car was approaching me with headlights on about 60 feet away. I glanced down to check if any ice was on the ground so I could move over a bit, and when I looked up, nothing. I looked to see if it turned off somewhere with the lights out, whatever, but nothing. I was stone cold sober, no drugs, I'm not afflicted with psychosis or any other pathology,

just nothing but enjoying my walk. I'm trying to be rational with this, as I could not care less how it's happening or not happening, just what is happening. To add some other happenings that have occurred lately, to see if you think there is any linkage, about a week ago, while I was walking to the kitchen, a loud human-sounding moan, came out of nowhere. My cat ran to a far corner, swung around as if sensing something, and went into protective mode, scanning the area kind of frantically.

I then hear water running down a pipe from the second floor. I go upstairs, and the toilet had been flushed and was filling back up, and finally stopping just like normal. I was the only one at home. Again, sober, relaxed, well-rested, nothing but what I'm telling you. And I'm a skeptic to these types of things, but here we are. Hi, Raven.

I'm a fairly recent addition to your community, but figured this recent glitch was worth sharing. As you'll likely recall, in The Matrix, Neo has a strange moment where he bends reality around a spoon that he's holding. While my personal version is significantly more mundane, the irony is what gets me. The other day as I was getting breakfast ready for my kids, I pulled spoons out of the dishwasher for them. As an autistic and ADHD person, I have a set way that I do this. The older three gets standard teaspoon-sized spoons, all from the same set, as some of my children have sensory preferences.

We have two sets of four settings, in two different patterns. The next gets a toddler spoon, and the youngest gets a plastic baby spoon. I always count the spoons to myself as I pull them from the dishwasher. One, two, three, toddler baby. I take them from the dishwasher, turn around, and place them on the dining table next to the kid's yogurt cups. I always close the dishwasher at this point, so my youngest doesn't get into the knives, as kids do. I then take one spoon and one yogurt, put them at a place setting, go back and repeat the process for each of my five kids. On this particular day, having done this precise counting ritual out with the spoons,

there was a spare standard spoon on the table. Somehow the fourth teaspoon from this particular set moved from the closed dishwasher to the table. I know the comments will probably say that I miscounted, but I know that I counted them correctly, because my autistic brain always involuntarily counts things like this. otherwise my low-working memory would have me starting over five times, which would infuriate me. The fact that the extra spoon was there was rather disregulating for me, because it was just wrong.

Like I said, it's pretty mundane, but it's still a glitch. And it involves a spoon operating outside normal parameters. I'm terrible at any correspondence, so I'll just stop here by saying, that I greatly appreciate the way you end your videos by reminding us that we all have value. Thanks, and always keep dreaming. Thank you, my friend. The story happened to me several years ago when I was in college.

I originally posted it on Quora, but after getting banned, I found this subreddit and thought it belonged here. The story does involve a phone, but it's not a tech glitch, but if I'm wrong, the mods are welcome to remove it. Thankfully, they didn't. So my high school friend, and I lived in the same hostel and attended the same college. One night, as I was unwell, I called her and said I won't be going to class the next morning,

so she could leave without me. We talked for a while about some college stuff, and then I hung up. For context, I am a night owl, so in no way was I feeling sleepy. Just to be sure, I sent her a message saying the same. The next day, when I was hanging around in her room, I mentioned the phone call, and she said that she had never talked to me. She told me that she had been asleep at that time. I was confused and insisted that we had spoken as I remembered it clearly,

but she said the call must have been connected to someone else. I said that's not possible, because I recognized her voice clearly, and we talked about things only she would know. I even suggested that she might have been talking in her sleep, but then her roommate, my cousin, chimed in and said no. My friend was absolutely asleep the entire time. She had seen her, and she definitely didn't talk in her sleep. At this point, I was completely shocked.

I opened my call log to show her the call, but to my disbelief the call had been connected to my friend, but the duration was only zero seconds. And yet, the message I sent right after the call was still there. To this day, I have no explanation. I genuinely feel like I talked to a version of my friend from a parallel timeline. It's not the most dramatic glitch compared to some stories here, but it's definitely one of the strangest things that has ever happened to me. Hello again, it's Carla.

Well, hello again, Carla, it's nice to see you. I sent you a good number of stories, and you read all. Well, I just had a hell of a glitch in the Matrix. I know we had planet alignments again, sunflares, and it was also that change of the season a couple weeks back. I was at a nearby neighbor's house, and it was a bit later than supper time. We're night owls. We discussed getting a pizza at a very nearby long-used pizza place

and had quicker side road access than the main street. So it only takes about five minutes to get there. It was still light and cold. and clear. I have gone there since they opened that location, and I know all of them, too. But why go anywhere else? It's the nearest to us. Great service, always polite and super efficient,

and over the years they come to know us in person as well as on the phone. And I know all of their faces and whose kids work there, too. That night, I opened my phone and hit their number, saved in my phone, as always, and they answered with their business name and I said that I wanted carry out in the size and the particulars. And he asked me my phone number. That's odd, I thought, because it had always pulled right up and they would just confirm the name.

But he could be newer. He sounded like a young 20-something male on the phone. I pictured who it was, as I know all of them nearly, and figured it was the young polite guy with dark hair. After repeating my order patiently in every nuance, I said, perfect. And then he double-checked my phone number. I repeated it. They never do that, but whatever.

He said a lower amount than usual, but did say it was a special. I was happy. I asked if he wanted my card now on the phone or at the place, and he said just when I pick it up was fine. I heard the voices and knew well, since it was Friday it's always jumping. I was a little surprised at the little wait time and heard the many workers behind him bustling. In 20 minutes, I drove almost no distance quicker than usual. It was still light and colder now, and no one was parked on the narrow side streets to get there.

As usual, they were good. Nobody was even around. It was quiet. I pulled into their back lot. There were no cars. Naria won. Weird. I suddenly as if a hammer dropped saw that it was totally black dark.

I looked around dumbfounded. Not that quick. I rounded the building's right side and a long window is across it that's tinted dark. Usually that's a very filled side of the parking lot on Fridays. It gave me an odd feeling. Circling quickly to the front, I saw that they had locked the front door, which they do if they close soon and no people ordered takeout. so I looked and noticed not a soul was inside.

It was all cleaned up. One older black man waved as if to say that we are closed. I signaled pointing to myself and made a calling motion then to him to say that it was me who had ordered the takeout. He just kept waving by. I'm certain that I had never seen that man work there before, and they clean up the tables, floors, etc., themselves. They don't have a cleaning crew. so my mind is worried. Could this have been a burglary?

I am in a security business, and I can't tell you how many times restaurant employees are locked in the freezers. I love that crew, and I knew that something was feeling off, so I motioned one more time, and he finally opened one side of his glass door and relented to speak to me.

He said that I was the only one here all night, and they were not busy at all. So he closed up early. and that he would have been the one to take that call. They always are busy on Fridays, forever, and I have never seen this man on the higher end of 50. I had spoken with a young 20-something guy, and he sounded white. This gentleman was black.

I said, okay, and my mouth literally hung open, and I was speechless, just dumbfounded. I got in my car, looked up. Yeah, there was... just a very old beat-up truck with a bad paint job parked in the back way off to the side. I went back, weirded out, checked the number in my phone, exact for the location. My friend heard my order as I had it on speakerphone. She corroborated my order and the time.

That it was light out, this young man's voice. We are now both astounded. The next day my sister called on speaker and she asked all the pertinent question. Notably, she said they did not close early. It was Friday, and they stick to their later Friday hours, and were overcrowded all night. It weirded me out so much that I was fearful of the place the next two times. Last night, I had it delivered. I can't explain it.

The girl answering said, is this a prank, and we said no. They didn't have an employee of that description. That really did it. So, was I abducted by aliens? Did I go back or forward in time? And why did it go dark in seconds? I'm physically fine. Never took drugs ever, so I guess glitch in the Matrix.

People who had never had it actually happened to them have no idea just how weird glitches are. My story is really short. I was waiting for a courier. Finally, the intercom rang and I pressed the button to open the building door. And after five to seven seconds, I heard the doorbell. I was living on the second floor, so a very energetic person theoretically could go up in this time, although I barely had time to move away from the door after the intercom rang. I opened the door and saw that the courier lady was only on the first flight of stairs between the first and second floor.

And nobody was there except her. Somehow it rang before she could press it. The intercom and the doorbell were for sure not connected. They were installed with a difference of 10 plus years and had different sounds. The doorbell had a very specific, loud and irritating sound, which I haven't met anywhere else except for my apartment. There was nowhere to hide, no corners or additional doors, just the stairs into a small square area with apartment doors.

It was quite an old building, 1916. 60s, with terrible soundproofing. Sometimes I could hear the key turning in the neighbor's door downstairs, not to mention the sound of footsteps on the stairs, so I would definitely hear if someone rang and ran away so fast, let alone that the someone needed to stay at my door in advance waiting for the intercom ring to press the doorbell after that, and then to run away. So it's that simple, but still quite strange to me. Hi everyone.

I'm Hazel, 22, female. I found this Spotify channel about Glitch in the Matrix stories about two months ago, and since then it's basically become my nightly ritual while falling asleep. It also pushed me to finally share something I've been noticing about myself for years. I kept debating whether it was even worth posting, but here I am. Something genuinely weird and hard to explain has been happening, to me for a long time now. I first started noticing it

when I was around 16, and I still can't tell if it's all just a coincidence or something else entirely. The pattern is this. Whenever I silently support something, it seems to grow and flourish soon after. For example, if I

started watching an underrated show regularly, within a week or two, it somehow becomes popular and mainstream. I know how ridiculous that sounds, and I'm fully aware that this could be dismissed as confirmation bias, but it's happened too many times for me to ignore. It's not just shows. It also happens with music. Recently, I randomly thought of Zed's song, The Middle. I used to listen to it on loop during my senior year, but over time I completely forgot about it. One evening, out of nowhere, I felt like listening to it again. While thinking about it, I even told myself,

The song is definitely going to trend again this year. A week later, Meet Me in the Middle started trending, where creators were making quick-cut edits to the beats of the song. It started trending all over Instagram in my country. Before anyone says it was the algorithm, it wasn't. I hadn't searched for it beforehand, and the trend hadn't started yet when I played the song. This isn't a one-time thing either. Similar situations have happened repeatedly.

The same pattern shows up with YouTube creators. There are creators that I used to watch a lot in my mid-teens but later stopped watching and completely forgot about. Years later, when I randomly think of them without searching or mentioning them, they suddenly appear on my feet. What's stranger is that if I notice the channel isn't doing well and I subconsciously decide to support it, within a few weeks or at most a month they make a noticeable comeback. I'm not saying this to sound special or important. It just keeps happening. What I've noticed is that all of this only occurs when I'm in a subconscious state of mind.

I can't consciously control it. When I'm fully aware and intentional, nothing happens. On the other hand, I also struggle with anxiety, and negative thoughts often sit in my head without permission. The worst part is that whenever I unintentionally make a negative prediction while being unaware or distracted, it oftentimes comes true. Even the most ridiculous ones.

I genuinely hate this. A friend of mine who was very superstitious once told me that it might be related to a birthmark on my tongue. I was born with a few birthmarks on the right side of my body, including my tongue. I don't personally believe in that explanation, but I also can't explain what's happening. I honestly feel like it has something to do with a glitch in the Matrix. I can't find a logical explanation for why old songs resurface and trend right after I randomly think of them or listen to them, or why certain creators revive after I subconsciously focus on them.

I'm curious if anyone else has experienced something similar, or if there's a rational explanation that I'm missing. About a week ago, my husband lost his Kindle, which he reads nightly. We searched everywhere for it, separately and together, open drawers, checked underneath things, etc. He does have ADHD, so the idea of setting it down somewhere unexpected was considered, and we even checked illogical places where he may have carried it and put it down after being distracted by a new task. We checked everywhere in the house multiple times.

After about three days of searching, we decided the most likely action he took was carrying the Kindle downstairs and switching to taking out the trash. and we assume that he may have placed the Kindle down somewhere amongst the trash, and it must have accidentally been thrown away as the next day was Trash Day. He purchased a new Kindle and placed it on his nightstand where his Kindle normally lived, so he could read it while in bed. About five days after that, in the evening, I notice his old Kindle placed on the opposite edge of his nightstand, about a foot away from the new Kindle.

The case was open and the book cover image was showing. I thought to myself, oh, he must have found his old Kindle and placed it there. I didn't tell him immediately because of this thought, because how else could the Kindle have suddenly appeared in the most obvious spot we checked around repeatedly. Later that evening, when we are both in the bedroom, I say to him, I see you found your old Kindle, where did you find it? As I motion to the two Kindles. A look of fear and surprise washes over him.

He essentially asks me if I found the Kindle and says that I must have found it because he certainly did not find it. And if he had found it, he would have been very excited and remembered finding it because he was very upset to have lost it. I then also felt fear, as I realized and explained to him that I definitely did not find it. I just noticed it only a couple hours earlier. So, how the heck did it suddenly show up in the most obvious and natural spot next to the new Kindle? We discussed several ADHD possibilities. Even him having unpacked his backpack recently, but he was adamant that the backpack never contained the Kindle. That its last place was definitely on his nightstand as he reads nightly, which I agreed.

And he would have noticed and had been really excited if he found it in the backpack. as he hadn't used his backpack on our most recent trip, and it had already been checked during our search. We even discussed someone having entered our home, but we have a few cameras, a Wi-Fi lock on the door, and who would reverse burgle a home anyways? Or even steal only a Kindle in the first place,

as nothing else was missing. There's no evidence of anyone else having entering the home. I told my husband about this post, and he corrected me saying that he had to be able to be able to be. lost it two days before he told me, which just extends the timeline. Also, he wants everyone to know that he is afraid of ghosts and intruders, and our house settles a lot, and the noise freaks him out. He was specifically scared of frogging, or, as he said, like the movie Parasite or Ghosts.

He also said that I'm a Latino against spooky stuff, a reference to a TikToker with this tagline. So, a couple of years ago, a set of keys that I had at the time fell down the side of my bed, in between the wall and the bed. For some reason, I decided that I couldn't be bothered to reach for them and would just get them in the morning when leaving the house. The morning time comes, and I reach for my keys, only to find they were no longer there. I pulled the bed out away from the wall to properly look, but nothing. Poof, gone. Since then, my room has been completely emptied multiple times, not to search for them but to redo,

new bed, wardrobe, layout, etc., and they were literally nowhere to be found. It still baffles me to this day. Then, last year, I was filling in something online and needed my driving license when my boyfriend called me to tell me that he was outside. I left my license on my bed and went down to open the front door. My boyfriend then sat down on my bed and had sat on my license. But when he stood up to allow me to get it, it was gone. This one really freaked me out because I watched him sit on it.

The room has also been emptied and switched around again since then, and the license has not been seen since he sat on it. The most recent item that has disappeared was a little bit of the room. a little tube of antibiotic cream that I've been using for my scars after surgery. I had just applied some before setting the tube down in the hallway on top of the shoe rack. I took my shoes and went into the living room to put them on so we could take a present to my nan for her birthday. We then left the house with the cream still on top of the shoe rack, yet when we returned home, it was gone. My mom, like all mothers, has a habit of putting things away the second they are out of place.

So I asked her where she had moved it, and she said that she had not seen the cream since I used it. It has been two weeks since this incident, and still no sign of the cream. I would like to think the cream will reappear, but I won't be holding my breath. Is anyone able to provide some sort of explanation for what is happening to these items? I've had other things like earrings and other pieces of jewelry disappear, but always put it down to carelessness of my belongings. What can I do to find my missing items? This is a very boring but real glitch that I cannot stop thinking about.

It all revolves around a carton of milk. I rarely use milk, no tea or coffee, just protein shakes, and the occasional bowl of cereal. Last night, I had a bowl of cereal and noticed that we only had one carton of milk left in the fridge, and it was only about a third full. I wondered when my mom was going to buy some more, and if I should go out tomorrow and buy some. Fast forward to the day after, today, around 5 p.m., I choose to have another bowl of cereal. I noticed no one has gotten new milk and it's the same carton of milk from yesterday, this time even less full. I feel the weight of it.

I look for more milk in the fridge and there is none. I take special note of this in my head because my mom and her boyfriend drink so much tea and coffee. They would be very annoyed if I used the last of it. The cereal took priority anyway, so I used a little bit and left a tiny bit in there, maybe enough for one drink. Skip forward two hours. My mom and her boyfriend have been taking a nap this whole time and haven't been. been awake long. I go back to the fridge whilst my mom is in the kitchen and notice two full

cartons of milk. One opened, one not. I say, oh, you went shopping, huh? When did you do that? This morning, she says. She says they've been here since this morning, and I explained to her how that's impossible because of all of the above. My whole moral dilemma around using the last of the milk. She swears by it. She's not lying, and there's no reasonable time where they could have snuck out to buy it as they were asleep. There's no reasonable explanation that makes sense. I don't have carbon monoxide poisoning. Well, I don't show any other signs.

And I know what I saw, felt, thought about. I'm well informed on string theory, shifting, a lot of things spiritual, so my first thought was the sub and shifting. What do you think? Hi, Raven. I love listening to your stories. and I thank you for giving us all a way to explain the unexplainable. Thank you. I'm honored to be able to do so.

Here is my story, as I think it's right up your alley. Okay, so my name is Lori, and I'm 47 now. Because of some family situations, when I was five, I lived with my aunt, uncle, and two of my cousins for about a year. I loved living with them. They were kind, and I always felt loved and safe. Their home was a nice brick house that was tucked away in the country and surrounded by woods, so my cousins and I spent a lot of time outside playing, most often in the backyard.

We would spend hours out there, playing tag and other fun childhood games. My cousins were a bit older than me, around 12 and 15, I think. So sometimes when they would get tired of running around the yard with me, they would sit on the back porch steps. well, not exactly the steps. It was more like a ledge on both side of the steps and was kind of hard to get to it. I remember being too scared to try to sit up there

and really not being able to climb up to it anyway. Okay, so here's where things start to get strange. One day I was out in the backyard playing by myself and I remember running around playing with some kittens that my aunt's cat had had a few weeks earlier. Then, all of the sudden, I looked up and there was this lady walking toward me from out of the woods. She was a beautiful, older-looking woman and wore a long dress, kind of like from the old days, with white hair and a bun. She wasn't much taller than me.

I just stood there watching her walk toward me. When she reached me, she held out her hand and without thinking or feeling afraid, I took her by the hand. and we walked into the woods together. It was like the trees just moved back and created a path for us. We walked for what felt like a long time, but neither of us ever said a word. Then we came to a house. It was like it was made to be my size, and it was so cute. It was truly a little cottage in the woods.

We went inside, and there at a long table sat a man. He was like the old lady. small but not much taller than me. I tell you that he really looked like Santa to me. I remember feeling so happy and not at all scared. The little man and woman and I sat at that table and ate cake, the whole time just never saying a word. Then, before I was finished, eating, the woman finally spoke.

She said, it's time for you to go home. Then the little man leaned in close to me and whispered something in my ear. The lady took me by the hand, and again we walked in silence through the woods on a path that just seemed to appear back to my aunt's backyard. The lady picked me up and sat me on that ledge that I spoke about earlier and then walked away into the woods. I then remember feeling sad and completely terrified. I started to cry. I didn't want her to leave, and I really didn't want her to put me on that ledge. My aunt came out to see why I was crying, and I tried telling her everything that had happened.

Of course, she didn't believe me and insisted that I must have fallen asleep somehow and dreamed the whole thing. I know even to this day that it really did happen. I remember playing with the kittens, and there is no way I would have just fallen asleep in the yard. And I know for a fact that I would never have climbed up to that ledge by myself. As for what the little old man whispered into my ear, I honestly can't remember what he said, and it has bothered me forever. After that day, I started to have terrible night terrors. I was scared to sleep by myself and was afraid that I would die and be alone.

I had never had feelings like that before that day, and never even thought about dying. I even started wetting the bed for a while. I know that it sounds crazy. And I really hope, if you read my story, someone can say if they have ever had this happen to them. Anyway, thanks for listening. I took a small fishing trip this weekend with four lifelong friends, all of us in our 50s. We stayed at my boss's house, somewhere I've stayed many times before, and it was just us. We spent most of the time eating, drinking, fishing, and playing poker.

Early on the first night, I kept feeling that someone was missing. I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't as though a specific person was supposed to be there and wasn't. It felt more as if someone was there but somehow absent. The feeling came on randomly. I would be sitting there, look around at my friends and count, always just five of us. By the second night, the sense that someone was missing became overwhelming. I finally mentioned it to the group.

One friend turned white and said, I can't believe he just said that. I had the same feeling all weekend. Another admitted that he had been counting heads more than once because he felt someone wasn't there at certain times. The other two didn't feel it at first, but as we talked, one of them began noticing the same strange missing friend sensation.

The fifth friend said he never experienced it. None of us are especially religious or inclined toward the paranormal, but we wondered if it might be the spirit of a friend who passed away a few years ago, though that seemed unlikely since he never liked fishing. We also considered that it could be one of our fathers, since all of our dads have died. Mostly we were just trying to make sense of it. I don't believe in the afterlife, so I brought up simulation theory and suggested, half-joking, that the system had temporarily removed one of our close friends for some reason.

My friends thought that idea was worse than ghosts. I just thought I would share this experience and see if anyone has had anything similar or any ideas about what it might have been. So, thanks for listening. Hey there, friends. Welcome to the end of this episode of the Glitch in the Matrix Stories on the As the Raven Dreams podcast. I hope that you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness,

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