As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Vol. 02 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: September 18, 2024

Today's Stories are from Glitch Episodes that were corrupted when I changed publishers, and as such aren't available on the older episodes. I thought I would go ahead and get these out there so you all can enjoy them. Today we have more than 2 hours of True Glitch In The Matrix Stories with a lovely late night ambience. This is part of the "Scary Stories for Dark Dreams" series, which is a collection of stories put together for the sake of sleep or simple background noise. So, turn down the lights, tune in, and let the haunting tales of everyday people take you down that dark and creepy road. Remember, these aren't just stories... these are true experiences that remind us that our world can truly be scarier than fiction. 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 Much Love, and Sleep Well... ----- #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. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Don't miss what the movie blog calls something you need to watch. Saving those children is how we all go home. From binge all episodes exclusively on Paramount Plus. If you have a true scary story you'd like to share with the podcast, go to as-the-ravendreams.com and click the button to send it my way. Also, if the platform you're on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. This happened 24 years ago in the year 1999. I completely forgot about this incident until I read a Reddit post very similar to my own experience.

And it jogged my memory. This will be a long story, but I would really appreciate your comments as to what actually happened that day. To those of you who read to the end, I thank you in advance. I was home from college for the summer visiting my family. One day, I asked my mom to borrow her car so I could go visit my friends, who stayed at the dorm during summer vacation. She said that I could have it, but I needed to be home before her. 10 a.m. the next morning, because she needed the car the next day. My college was about an

hour's drive from my house on a good day. Some friends of mine would make it in 45 minutes. The fastest driving time I had heard of was 35 minutes. Late at night, no traffic and driving like the wind. I got to my friend's house, our dorm residence, in the early evening, and we decided to drive down to a nearby casino, about 30 minutes drive to pass the night. We were a group of about five, two of my roommates, two other friends from our dorm and myself. We had a great time playing on the quarter slot machines. Once we all were tired and were ready to leave, we head to the lobby doors and realize it's early morning, around 5 a.m. And it's pouring rain. It was raining so hard that we could barely see the first row of

of parked cars just in front of the lobby. We waited for about 30 minutes or so for the rain to slow to a drizzle, so that we could drive home and made the 30-minute drive without incident. When we got to the dorm, it was around 6 in the morning, and the rain was pouring down again. So I resolved to wait it out as long as I could. I still had to return the car to my mom and had at least an hour's drive, if not longer, due to the weather. When I left the dorm, it was 7 a.m. One of my roommates stayed up with me until I left, and we both noted the time as I was leaving.

I got to my car a few minutes later, and started driving towards the highway. I was really tired since we basically pulled an all-nighter at the casino, but I had to drive home to return the car to my mom. I do not recommend driving tired. I told myself I'll be fine. I cranked up the radio to my favorite station, lit a cigarette, opened the window for some fresh air, and so off I went. But again, please do not drive while tired. Within ten minutes or so, as I'm driving on the highway, the rain starts pouring again. It was so bad that I could barely see the wipers of my car.

They were at the fastest setting, and it's like they weren't doing anything. But the rain was kind of hypnotizing. The rhythm sort of started lolling me to sleep, but I didn't really notice. My blinks kept getting slower and slower. What happened next was in a span of about three to five seconds, not more. It's kind of hard to explain. I was awake one moment, sort of, and the next my consciousness wakes up to darkness. Kind of like when you wake up in the middle of the morning, but you haven't opened your eyes.

yet, and you are slowly starting to be aware of your surroundings. How comfortable and warm you are in bed, etc. And that's basically what happened. I was aware of being awake, but it was dark. I don't even notice my eyes are closed. I'm comfortable, but I seem to be in a sitting position. My hands are holding on to something, but I'm not sure what it is exactly. I'm just really comfortable, and I don't want it to change.

I kept thinking just five more minutes. I don't know for how long my eyes were actually closed, but suddenly I hear a really, really loud crash. Almost sounded like a clap, but unlike anything I have ever heard before. It sounded like metal on metal, but I wasn't sure. It got me to open my eyes, and the first thing I notice is that I'm in my car, and all I see from the windows is a wave of water heading towards my, windshield really fast.

When it hit the windshield of the car, it sounded like the glass should have broken from the impact. It was the loudest slap sound I have ever heard before or since. I'm in momentary shock as I take in my surroundings. I'm still in my car driving perfectly straight in the left most lane. On my left is a concrete barrier just a couple of feet away. On my right, I was just overtaken by a huge 18-wheeler truck. That is what made the waves slap on my windshield.

Heart pounding, I rubbed my eyes and forced them open as far as they would go, determined to stay awake. I turned the music louder and opened the window to let the rain hit me in the face, along with some much-needed fresh air. The entire time I was thinking, holy hell, I could have died. I probably should have died. Then another thought hit me. What even was that first loud crash that I heard? The time elapsed between the first and second claps was about a full second, me hearing the loud clap, opening my eyes to a wave that crashes to the window with another,

but different sounding, loud clap. But this wasn't the craziest part yet. Since the rain was very strong, I wasn't driving more than 50 to 60 kilometers an hour, as opposed to the usual 100 kilometers an hour. This means that the trip should have taken twice as long as it normally would. I figured I should be home by 9 a.m. at the latest. The rest of the drive was uneventful and I made it to my building, drove into the very large garage, and all the way in the back to my parents' parking spot.

Then I walked back around to the elevators by the entrance and took the elevator to the 19th floor. Walked down a long hallway to my apartment, went into my room and crashed on the bed. Right before I passed out from fatigue and probably shock, I remembered to send my roommate a text message to let her know that I made it home safely. I was so tired that I didn't even check what time it was, I just crashed. I woke up to a bunch of messages from my roommate. I don't remember them verbatim, but they were something like, what? No way, you must be joking.

Where are you? Hello? How did you get home so fast? There's no way you're already home. Are you okay? It takes me a while to figure out what she's talking about while remembering my harrowing journey from the morning, because it was then that I noticed the time of the text that I had sent her before I went to sleep.

It was showing 7.20 a.m. There is no way that is possible to travel or around 90 kilometers in a span of 20 minutes in a rainstorm, where you can't even see the lanes on the road or even the hood of your car, also while desperately trying not to fall asleep and apparently failing at that. I don't know what to make of this. After reading a whole bunch of other stories in the subreddit, I'm pretty sure it may have either been a case of quantum immortality or a glitch in the matrix. However, ever since that day,

I have been experiencing all kinds of paranormal phenomena through the years. I'm pretty sure that this was the catalyst events to them all. Well, all except for one, but I'll tell you about it in another post if requested. Anyways, I'm sorry for the length of this story. I just wanted to write down as many details as I could remember to share with you all. This memory is now so clear. it's as if it happened yesterday, and I will never forget it. I had a life-changing glitch in the Matrix happened to me back in the late 90s.

Though at the time, I had no idea what a glitch in the Matrix was, and I had to just accept that this event was something beyond my understanding. At the time, I thought I had witnessed some kind of real-time act of God, and maybe that's what it was, or that's what glitches are, but this was something that messed with my mind for a long time after it happened. Maybe someone else will have an answer for whether this was a glitch or some kind of mental phenomenon, or maybe I'll just be told that I'm actually crazy.

Who knows? There was nothing about the day that made me think anything was out of the ordinary, or that anything would happen. It started out normal enough, enough, and I didn't have any weird feelings about anything. At this point, I didn't have a car and was still living with my parents because I was 17. It was also during the summer, so I was home by myself all day with the only exception being when I would walk to my friend's house, or to the local convenience store for soda, or something like that, which is exactly what I decided to do on this day.

On the way to the store, there is one intersection that is a four-way stop, complete with the overhead blinking red light that indicates that you're supposed to stop and wait. However, for some reason unknown to me, people like to completely ignore the lights and just fly through the intersection without making sure that there's nobody else on the road. What's worse is that during the nicer weather seasons, it can be a bit of a bit of a bit of a little bit of a intersection, without making sure that there's nobody else on the road. pretty busy crossing. You get a lot of people out for a walk or a run crossing it because it's close to a park. The glitch actually happened when I was walking to the store and at this specific intersection. I'm typically pretty careful about crossing here for the reasons I mentioned above. And when I went to cross the road, I was certain that there were no cars coming from any direction. I looked both left and right, and then up and down the street to make certain that it was

safe to cross. Once I was satisfied that I could cross safely, I stepped into the crosswalk. No sooner than I step into the crosswalk do I hear somebody shout, watch out, in my direction. This was also the exact moment where things got really, really strange for me. I hear the person yell watch out. I turned to look in the direction that I think the voice came from, but there was nobody there. In fact, there was no one around me at all. It was actually pretty dead on the intersection that day. As I turned to look for whoever shouted that, I look and see a car flying down the road in my direction. He was going too fast, and it seemed like he wasn't paying enough attention to the intersection, much like a lot of the idiots.

who drove through there did. Again, I know for a fact there were no cars coming at me from any direction. I checked. The road is incredibly flattened. You can see in all directions for a good distance. Much more distance than what you would need

to be able to react to a car heading in your direction, and there were zero cars at all on the road that I could see when I started crossing. Yet here I was, standing in the middle of the road and staring at a being driven by some punk that was blowing through the light and not paying attention,

and was pretty much on a collision course with me. What's really weird, though, is how everything kind of felt like it was in slow motion. I say that he was speeding down the road, and I knew he was, but it was also like everything had slowed down and I was seeing it play out at 10% speed. I was standing there, this car zooming towards me, but I was seeing it play. out at a much slower pace. I had enough time to stand there and notice all the details about his car. It was a small, Ford sedan, four doors.

I saw a dent in the hood, the peeling paint on the roof. I saw that one of his wheels was missing a hubcap, and I could even see the driver of the car as he just stared blankly at the road in front of him. But yet, he wasn't reacting to me in the road. I have no idea why I didn't try to move or get out of the way of this car. It was almost like I couldn't, or like I wasn't supposed to. Then, at the exact second that the collision would have happened, I instinctively cringed and closed my eyes and basically braced myself for what would likely kill me.

But then, nothing happened. And when I opened my eyes, it was as if I had just... blinked and was back on the sidewalk. I wasn't braced for impact anymore. I wasn't feeling scared. I was just on one of the sides of the intersection about to cross to the other, where the convenience store was. The big difference when I came back to was that there were a number of people walking around

on the sidewalk, and there were cars driving on the road, all stopping normally and respecting the four-way stop. It took me a moment. to really recollect what had happened, but as I was crossing the road, it reclicked that I should have been hit by that car. I should have been dead. And I have no idea how everything had reset.

So that's my glitch experience. I have no idea what the hell happened other than I didn't die. I reset and nothing else changed. I'm not sure if this was quantum immortality, or if this was something else. but it messed me up mentally once it all set in. Since that day, I've been way more appreciative of every day of my life, which may sound stupid or weird to some,

but part of me feels like this could have been a second chance. And I'm not one to take a blessing like that for granted. Like I said, I have no idea if this was some kind of guardian angel or a deity of some sort, saving my life by resetting me, or if I just shifted from one existence to another, but nothing else really changed, so I don't know. It was crazy to me, and I know that I sound crazy trying to retell this event, but I also feel it's best to just get it out there.

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Nor should it. it's such a boring and mundane thing that there's a million possible explanations, but none of them really seem to fit or work in this specific case. So, I'm going to say that it was a glitch and move on from there. About a week ago, it was my birthday, but I'm well beyond the age of getting a cake and having people over. The day of, while my wife and I were at the store, I saw these ice cream cones that were filled with fudge

and were on a cone that was marked as being made of Kit Kat wafers. I love Kit Katz. So I said, hey, let's just get those instead of a container of ice cream. That way we can enjoy them for a few days. My wife agreed, we grabbed them, and we bought them. After we ate, we both were pretty antsy to get at the course. cones, which sounds kind of dumb as I type it out. But we opened the box and were sorting through the two flavors.

As I was sorting them, I noticed that there was one missing. There was supposed to be eight cones total, four double chocolate and four vanilla with fudge in them. I dumped them on the counter and counted, and sure enough, there were only seven there. four chocolate, but only three with the fudge. I know that this isn't a common thing to happen, but it does happen. Sometimes packages get messed up when they ship, so whatever. It is what it is. My wife mentioned that we could always take them back, but at this point, we had opened it,

and it would look like we were just trying to get a freebie after eating one of the cones. So I said that it was fine. We'd had our ice cream, enjoyed it, and moved on with life. After a few days, we had each had three apiece, leaving just the one extra. The box was sitting in the freezer, and my wife had grabbed it, making a comment about how there was only one left. It was a chocolate one, no fudge, just basic chocolate. And I didn't much care for that flavor, so I mentioned that she could have it. I will say that at this point, I did not watch what she did in the kitchen, but I saw her walk into the living room with the ice cream cone in hand.

She came in, sat down, and was 100% without a doubt eating one of the cones, and it was the last chocolate one. I then made a dumb comment about how, if they hadn't packaged them wrong, I would be enjoying my last cone with her as well. She laughed, made a joke at me being whiny, and that was that. About five minutes or so later, I got up and went into the kitchen to get some ice for a glass of water, and when I opened the freezer, there was the box of the ice cream cones sitting on the bottom shelf. I was a slight bit annoyed, thinking that she had just left the empty box in the freezer. So, I grabbed it to make a passive-aggressive statement, and... To my surprise, when I did, it wasn't empty.

I opened it and looked inside, and there was a single cone in the box. Even more surprising was that it was the one with the fudge, like it was the one that was missing. I grabbed it and walked toward the living room, and my wife saw the cone and asked where the hell it came from. I asked her if it was in the box when she got hers, and she said no, that she had pulled the box out and tossed it into the recycling bin. I looked back, there was no box in the bin, just the one in my hand. We both kind of stood there for a moment, and after a few seconds, I tossed the box into the bin and went into the living room with my cone, and sat there just kind of staring at it. I don't think either of us knew what exactly to say or think about this because it really didn't make sense.

I mentioned that my birthday was for sure three days prior to this, and I had a fudge cone that night. She had chocolate. The next day we swapped flavors, and that was when I realized I didn't like the chocolate one as much. Then, yesterday, I'd had the last vanilla fudge one, and she had to. chocolate, leaving just that last chocolate one in the box. We both remembered that there was for sure one missing on the first day that we got it, that there were seven and not eight in the box. We both remember the same set of events where we had been eating one a day up to this day,

which would have ended on that day with the one that she was eating. And yet here we were, staring at the now-replaced, fudge cone. I know that getting an extra ice cream cone from the Matrix may sound boring, but it was really weird, because we both remember the exact same thing and the exact same order of events. This cone should not exist, and yet it does. I don't think that we misremembered because it was exactly four days of us having the cones, so it would math out correctly. I don't think she would have lied about there not being one left, because there'd be nothing to gain with that, really. And I know for a fact that she didn't go out to get a box of them to replace the missing one,

because she would have had to have gotten rid of seven other ones just to pull this off. And, to the best of my knowledge, you can't buy these individually. So, in the end, I had my last fudge cone, and I ended up. enjoyed every second of it, because it was good. I have no idea where it came from, how it got there, or why it was even missing in the first place, but the Matrix gave it back, and I guess that's just the mystery that is our simulation. This happened the other day, and it was seriously the weirdest thing that I have ever witnessed. It may not seem like much of an event, but it was certainly strange, and I have no idea how to actually explain it.

I live on a side road that is attached to one of the main roads of my area, and they have the main road shut down partially due to construction. It's been going on for what feels like forever, but, thankfully, as of late, they've been making strides and getting it all finished. because they're doing it in bursts and sections, they have to block off certain parts and turns and put up detours. But it hasn't been much of a problem until they went into it this hard. When this happened, they had blocked off a rather large section a bit down the road to the right

after turning off my road onto the main one. It was basically set up to where, if you turned right off of my road, you would hit construction within a few moments and have to immediately turn around. There were no driveways, no side roads, nothing like that, so there were a lot of cars that were going that way and having to immediately turn back around. It was almost humorous because from the intersection,

you could see that there was construction. Yet people would still turn that way, only to be sent back by the road being completely gross. closed off. On to the event in question, my dad and I were sitting outside on the porch having a drink and enjoying the summer weather while talking about nothing in particular. We were watching people that went down the road and making a bet in how long it would be

until we saw them make the U-turn and come back, and laughing the whole time, mostly because, again, you could see the construction when you turned that way, and if you were paying attention, you could see that there was a whole section where there was no road at all. It was just broken down concrete blocked off by roadblocks. As we were sitting there,

we saw a bright red Mustang head down the road. I made a comment that it was one hell of a car because it was pretty clearly well-maintained and taken care of. Then, when it got to the stop sign at the end, they hit their blinker to the right. My dad and I both threw out a number of how many seconds it would be until we saw him turn around. He turned to the right and started down the hill,

and we just sat there waiting. We were both counting out the seconds and watching, but we were genuinely surprised when we didn't see it come back. We were both kind of scratching our heads, like, how long is he going to sit at that road close sign, and just watching. After a couple of minutes, we both decided to walk down to the end of the yard

to look at where the road ends to see if he was seriously just sitting there. But when we went and looked, the Mustang wasn't there. Somehow, this guy had just disappeared, but there was no way that he would have taken that car off road. And like I mentioned, there was nowhere to turn off of the road

or go. It was completely and totally blocked. He didn't turn around like we weren't paying attention or anything like that, because we would have absolutely noticed the bright cherry red and very shiny Mustang. It was super weird. He was there, he turned right towards the construction, and then he was just gone. Neither of us had an explanation other than my dad, joking about how it was a ghost car, and if that's the case, then there's a ghost out there that has damn good taste in cars, and a decent amount of money to spend on one. This all happened a long time ago on a random Friday at a local skating rink. This was way back when skating rinks were the big things for the young people that wanted

to get away from home for a while. I don't know if anyone that will hear this story will understand what I mean, because it feels like it was so long ago, but it was a thing that totally used to happen. Not relevant, but it really feels like the late 90s were 100 years ago. Maybe that's because time has felt like it's flown by in the blink of an eye. Anyways, I would go to the rink every Friday night, and I would meet up with my girlfriends, and we would just have an awesome night with each other. For the most part, it was typically myself, Tiffany, and Amy, that would meet up,

and we would spend the whole time flirting with the guys that were our age, and skating around to the music. On this particular night, all of us met up as normal, and we got into doing what we normally did. I wasn't really feeling the best. I was in a weird mood, so I didn't really want to skate around. But Tiffany and Amy were really feeling it, so they were out on the rink while I sat on the bench with some other girls. But I really wasn't having a great time. I was feeling kind of dizzy and sick at the same time. Amy and Tiffany skated over to me and asked me if I was okay.

I told them that I wasn't doing great. They both asked me if I wanted them to call my mom to come get us. At first, I was against it. I didn't want to ruin their night just because I wasn't feeling well. But then, after a few minutes of still feeling dizzy, I decided that we should go ahead and do so. Tiffany went over to the front desk and used the phone to call my mom and told her that I was sick and that we needed to be picked up.

After they called, they came back to me and said that my mom was on her way, and that it would be about 20 minutes, so they were going to go out and skate for a little while longer while we waited. I told them that I was going to go ahead and wait out front of the rink for her, and they said that they would just meet me out front. I went and turned in my skates, and then walked over to her. to sit on the bench outside of the skating rink. The whole time I was sitting there, I felt like I was getting so dizzy and tired that I could barely keep my eyes open.

I felt like I was about to pass out and collapse. I propped myself up against the building and just sat there, breathing heavily and feeling miserable. After a few minutes, I felt a handshake me awake, which meant that I must have dozed off for at least a few moments. and when I opened my eyes it was my mom. She asked me if I was okay, and after telling her that I was seriously feeling sick,

she told me to wait there and that she would be right back with my friends. Within a few moments, she walked back out with Amy, but not Tiffany. I asked where Tiffany was, and they both kind of looked at me funny. I mentioned that my mom had brought all three of us up to the rink, that evening, that it was myself, Tiffany, and Amy, as it always was. She then said that Tiffany didn't come with us that time. I was beyond confused. I remembered it being both Tiffany and Amy there with me.

I remembered that it was Tiffany that went to call my mom to come get me. She told me that it was Amy that called. And again, reiterated that it was just Amy with her. us that night because Tiffany couldn't make it. This was so weird to me. I was beyond certain that it was the three of us. I remember Tiffany being there, but apparently she never was. I didn't bother to question it any further because I was still feeling sick, and I just thought that maybe I was wrong,

but I am certain that it was the three of us. I have no idea how it all changed, how it changed from Amy and Tiffany being both there to just Amy. In the end, they were right. Tiffany wasn't able to make it that evening, but I personally remember things completely different. I guess it was just a weird thing that happened, or else I was in a completely different reality for a bit where they were both there. But then shifted, I guess, when I went outside? I really have no idea. It's the only time that something like this has ever happened to me, thankfully.

It was too weird for me to ever have something like this happen again. But hopefully your listeners can enjoy this strange thing that happened in my early teens. Longtime Lurker, first-time poster. Before anyone asks, I don't think anyone is stealing from my first-time. me or breaking in when I'm not home. I don't think my cleaning lady, kid, or a partner would take this stuff and move it like a sick joke. And I don't think I have early onset dementia or anything like that.

And no, I'm not OCD. I just know where my stuff is. And I learned at a really, really young age to have a place for everything and everything in its place. I have always been a bit sensitive. Although I'm not a firm believer in the supernatural, I do think that the multi-world theory is at least plausible, the one where there are multiple universes running concurrently

that sometimes overlap or intersect. Sometimes weird things happen to me, around me, and I've just largely learned to accept it and move on. When I was younger, I would have dreams about people who other people said simply did not and never had existed. I would know stuff before it happened, or remember stuff that I could have never known. I found lost stuff easily, and sometimes weird things happened were stuff that I knew I had, just disappeared forever. I have lots of memories of things people swear never happened. Parents and siblings chalked it up to an overactive imagination

of a highly creative and a bit of an odd child. I never quite felt in-step with reality, but largely learned to deal with it and keep my trap shut about the stuff that I experienced, since it tended to weird people out. So when the chance came up a couple of years ago, I took a leap of faith and bought the house that I grew up in as a kid, and I moved home. The house was exactly as I remembered it,

down to the smell of the hard wood and the wood-stained smell. There were a few remodeling things that had been done, but for the most part I can still walk through the house with my eyes closed, knowing how many steps it takes to get from what. part of the house to another and I found myself feeling peaceful mentally for the first time in a long time. I also tend to be pretty meticulous about where I put things. Items may seem disorganized to other people, but there's a logical sense and order to where things go. However, more recently, I felt that weird pressure that I used to feel when things just weren't,

in sync. And now, things are disappearing around me. A few weeks ago, I made a stew called Bergu, which is a conglomeration of meats, vegetables, which I always cook in a tall aluminum stew pot. It takes hours to make, and so I only do that in a big batch, three or four times a year, and then I freeze the rest. This time was significant.

because I was making it for a special occasion. When the cooking was done, the pot went into the sink to soak. My cleaning lady comes on Tuesdays and Fridays to help with certain tasks like the washing up and sweeping or mopping, and she remembers the pot because she had to scrub a little burnt-off stuff from the bottom. I know the pot was put away because I put it away myself after my helper washed out the pan. It went on the pot rack with the lid on top just like it should. I went to grab the pot the other day to make a big batch of spaghetti sauce, and the entire pot is missing.

The lid for it is right where it should be, but the pot is gone. We've searched everywhere for it, and it's nowhere to be found. It's even bothering my cleaning lady because I asked her if she knew where it went, and she couldn't find it anywhere either. Next, stuff seems to be missing from my bathroom medicine cabinet. I keep small pill bottles with labels on them for OTC medicines so that they stay organized. It's nothing expensive, just basic things like OTC antihistamines,

nothing with ephedrine, think like clareton, and migraine pills, diarrheal medicine, ibuprofen, etc. on the shelves. I actually have everything in a specific place because if I need something, I just know where to go for it. Several bottles of the over-the-counter medications are gone. Not empty, just gone. Completely empty space on the cabinet. I asked my partner to come look tonight, and he also said that there is stuff missing,

because there's no empty space in the cabinet usually. and aside from him, me, and the cleaning lady, there's practically never anyone in the house. The kid comes home occasionally to do laundry, but there's no reason for them to take the whole bottle of aloe vera cooling gel from the cabinet. Later, I find the stuff in places that I would never think that I would put it, or move them too. Again, the cleaning lady and the partner or kid would have zero reason to, to move this stuff to the weird places that I've been finding it.

Every time I experience these kind of glitches, it is just so super weird. To start with some context, I live with my best friend from high school, her two kids, my husband, and our two kids. My best friend is a wedding photographer and incredibly talented. I'm not even being biased either. and while she's amazing, she's really disorganized and not detail-oriented. I, on the other hand, am obsessively organized, and I'm currently taking a break from my dream job to do homeschool for our kids. Her disorganization makes my eye twitch, so I started working for her, charging her gear, making sure she has everything once she forgot her damn camera.

I also do her finances and client contact. It's rewarding work, and I'm damn good at it. Anyway, she came home from a shoot recently, and as always, I took her bag. I pulled out all the batteries and memory cards, and handed the cards to her so she can upload. She has a spare camera that she never uses, but I checked that one too, every time. But this time, she was missing some video footage. She got her camera and checked the card slots.

Nothing. Of course. I'm always extremely careful with the cards. They're small and they contain the only photos of someone's wedding. It would be a complete disaster if they got lost. She had both cards and both had photos from before and after she took the videos. But the videos weren't there. She had been working for another photographer that day and brought the cards to his house and nothing.

all the photos but no videos. I double-checked the camera slots. My husband checked them. Unsurprisingly, they were empty. Not just that they're black, and so was the camera, so maybe we missed them. No, completely empty. I would bet my life on it. I took them both out, and I know this because she had two cards with identical sets of photos.

There was no missing card. for whatever reason the videos just never saved to either card. Fast forward to this morning, she looked in the camera again, for lack of anything else to do, and there was a memory card in it. On the card, all the videos, and no photos. I know nothing about cameras, but I know that she dual rights, meaning that she uses two cards, both of which should have identical photos and videos at the end of the night. It's

like a fail-safe in case one of the cards gets corrupted. There's no setting for photos on one card videos on the other. And again, previously, there were no cards in her camera. I cannot stress this enough. We were never missing

a card. She had them both the whole time. We just checked the card slots for lack of any other ideas. And because when you run out of logical ideas, you start turning to illogical ones. So now she has two cards with photos and one with videos,

all of which, apparently, came out of her camera, which only has two slots. I'm utterly baffled. And as the title says, this is the most recent of a slew of weird stuff. Calendar events disappearing, then reappearing on different dates, client numbers and texts completely erased from our phones,

not just oops deleted the thread on accident, my phone had no record of my calling or texting with this bride or of her number being in my contacts at all. I even checked the cloud where all my phone content backs up and nothing. One time my best friend pulled up the Netflix account and found that she was signed into a stranger's account. Everything was in Spanish. We hadn't seen any of the shows.

four profiles belonging to strangers? No one had been in our house. The kids didn't do it. It was on the smart TV, which is mounted very securely to our wall. We have three dogs in addition to my very thorough nightly lock-up routine, so there's no way anyone was in our house undetected. I, honestly, don't know what to make of any of this. This happened to me a few years ago,

and I've always wondered how the hell it happened. Since it was something so physical, it was hard to wrap my mind around it. I was in college, home for the summer, and I was about to go back to school. My boyfriend of about two years had gotten me a ring the previous year in November for our anniversary, so I'd had it for almost a year. I had specifically picked out this ring from Pandora, and it was a limited time piece. I had never seen it before I had asked him for it.

It was a simple red heart, and the band was scalloped, if that makes sense. It was nothing crazy, and I wore it basically every day. I kept track of it very well. This is important. While I was packing to get back to school, I had packed up all of my jewelry and had accidentally packed away my daily jewelry that day.

I figured no biggie, because I'll be moving things in the next day, getting sweaty and whatnot, so I didn't want to lose anything or ruin anything anyways. I would just unpack it the next day. Two of my friends had driven from different states the day before, so that we could move into our college house together. And they came to stay the night at my dad since I was in the same state as our college. We hung out in my room, watched TV, and then went to bed because the next day was going to be long. I woke up the next morning and immediately noticed a ring to the right of my bed on the ledge of my wall.

The ledge was only about an inch and a half thick. You couldn't fit much on it. I picked it up, and it was the exact same ring my boyfriend had bought me, but the heart in the middle was clear instead of red. I thought it was so weird. I picked up the ring and brought it into the room with my two friends, and asked if either of them had left their ring in my room last night, and that it was so funny that we had the same one,

although I'd been friends with them for years, and I would have noticed by then if we had the same ring. They both said it wasn't theirs. I laughed and told them to stop messing with me, and they looked really confused. They both said that they had never. seen the ring before and never owned one like it. I really thought they were trying to mess with me, but they genuinely denied it, and were just

as confused as I was. Then I texted my boyfriend asking if maybe he had bought two different ones to test out the colors and forgot about it and somehow it ended up in my room, even though I had never noticed it on the ledge before. He said he definitely only bought the one, and it was the red one. I reached out to my dad's girlfriend who was the only other woman that stayed in that house, asked if she owned the same ring, and she said she had never seen it before. I was trying to check any logical explanation that there was.

I know what you're probably thinking, that I didn't actually pack the ring from my boyfriend, and it was up there all along. I ran to my packed bag and pulled out the ring my boyfriend gave me, and it was still as red as I remember. remember. I was holding two nearly identical rings in my hand with no explanation as to how the second one came about. The second ring was also my size. I went to Pandora's website to look at the ring, and it wasn't even sold anymore. I couldn't find it anywhere. I still have no idea where it came from or why. The creepiest piece is that my dad's house was built in the 1700s. It was the original

of the town that he lives in. Definitely not short on paranormal possibilities. So that's why I figured it would be paranormal at first. To this day, I'm dying to know how it happened. I would love to know people's opinions on this. It does seem like more of a glitch than anything paranormal since the rain came out of absolutely nowhere. My friends that were there that night and I still talk about it to this day,

wondering what it was. A commenter in the other subreddit mentioned me in another dimension, which is an extremely interesting solution to me. The story might not be scary, but I can recall that my heart stopped

for a second. I was taking a walk outside as I normally do at nighttime, and I remember being sad that day, but I don't remember why. Anyways, I was walking towards my house, when I saw something that I will never forget.

I see my brother in the basement, looking out the little window and smiling at me. It caught me off guard, and I even remembered jumping and screaming. But then when I looked back, he was gone. And I was thinking to myself as I'm going inside that he looked so realistic. And if this was a hallucination,

it was my most realistic one yet. I went inside, and when I came in I saw my brother sitting there on the sofa. I asked him if he was in the basement, and he said no that he had just been there. I was still scared, but to my curiosity, I went downstairs to my basement to see if something was there. I saw nothing but a picture of my mom when she was younger. So my conclusion was that I, in some way, morphed the picture of my mother in the picture of my mother into looking like my brother. But when I went outside,

I didn't see the picture of my mom through the window. Maybe I just hallucinated this. I have hallucinated before, but not in a way that has scared me this much. This might be the most realistic one yet. Another conclusion was that maybe some spirits were just messing with me,

but I'm pretty skeptical about that. A few weeks ago, I stayed with a couple of months. my friends. I remember having my sunglasses with me when I left the next day on my way to my car. The sun was hitting my eyes, and I used them. In the car, I switched to my glasses to see better, and I can never find my sunglasses again. I looked in my bags, my car, my pockets, and nothing. I concluded that I must have dropped them somewhere. They were my favorite, the ones which had the most protection. I was pretty upset, but initially I just let it go. One week after that,

my boyfriend and I stayed in an Airbnb. Even though I lost my sunglasses, my other glasses were with me. I really don't go anywhere without them. I can see without them, but reading subtitles becomes almost impossible. When we arrived, I clearly remember putting them right next to the TV. And a few hours in, when I go to look for them, they're gone. So I'm thinking maybe I just misremembered and they're in the car, or I never got them out even though I remember otherwise. So I started looking everywhere. I had already lost my sunglasses at this point, but these ones were more vital to me. I need to drive the next day and we were having movie night. I looked under the bed, on the floor, under the couches, my bags, clothes, everywhere.

The Airbnb was just one small room apartment. At that moment, I let it go. At night, I was visibly uncomfortable while watching the movie, so my boyfriend got my car keys and went ahead to go look. At the same time, I checked everything again to make sure. He came back empty-handed, so once again I thought to myself, I must have dropped them. The next day, after we had breakfast, I go into our room and, to my surprise, my glasses are next to the bed on the floor. It didn't look like they were dropped. It was as if someone had put them there. I asked my boyfriend, and he told me that I just must have dropped them.

Yet I clearly remember looking under the bed. I had an off feeling about it, but I just let it go. A few weeks later, today, in my drawer next to my other sunglasses, I see my missing sunglasses. They're just there. I live with my mom, and she knew that I lost my sunglasses, so I thought maybe she found them and put them back, but no. She says she never saw them after I lost them. I thought of the possibility of my boyfriend pranking me, but... Then again, he didn't come over to my room for at least two weeks.

And I swear those sunglasses were not there at that time. I would have worn them instead. And the drawer that I'm talking about has a glass top layer for accessories and things like that. So the inside is always visible, and it's not deep. I just recently found this sub, but I've been experiencing difficult to experience. or unexplainable insofar as I am able to theorize events for much of my life. This is especially true of things that I lose or that fall into the void, as I nihilistically like to refer to it. So, anyways, this happened to me just a couple of months ago.

My girlfriend and I were working on something together. We were both writers. I'm also a musician, and we colloquial. on creative ideas sometimes. We were sitting at my desk and taking down some notes trying to outline a working plan for us to follow with this particular endeavor. We both prefer to do this the old-fashioned way

and physically write things down. So I'm using a pen in literally mid-word when I feel like I've totally forgotten my train of thought. So I stop writing for a second and I look up for my notepad still holding the pen. when a few seconds later I've realigned my thoughts and I look down to continue writing but the pen is gone

the only other things on the table were my notepad and my girlfriend's pen and notepad it's not a large table either so I say wait where's my pen we take everything else off the table now there's just nothing on it

okay I suppose somehow I dropped it and didn't notice it leave my hand. I look on the floor and all around the desk and of course it's not there. So I say, well, I guess it just fell into the void. Because things like this happen relatively often, though most can be rationalized away and ignored because of that sliver of uncertainty and the unreliability of human senses and memory. What we do next is move the table over a couple of feet in case the pen had not only fallen from my hand onto the floor without my feeling it, or producing any audible noise,

but also rolled in such a way as to be perfectly hidden under one of the legs of the table. This also wasn't the case, but my girlfriend and I got on our knees looking more floor-level all around for it. This is when it happened. As we are both facing each other, right between us, we both watch as the pen just, and I cannot stress this enough, appears, literally materializes in the mid-air in the space between us and proceeds to fall to the floor. Naturally, we were both stunned for a moment and totally speechless, but given the mild

frequency that unexplainable stuff has happened to both of us, coupled with the fact that we were also already inclined towards contemplating and discussing esoteric or abstract hypothetical concepts. Perhaps we were slightly more equipped than some others to accept this kind of almost unbelievable event. Of course, I would be skeptical, too, if it were anyone besides myself, or even if it were me without someone else able to corroborate. But it definitely happened, and we both saw it. This story isn't as glitchy as most, but it's one of those stories where something happened that, to me, doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Because there's no reason for it to have happened like it did.

I'm a stay-at-home mom, and my 11-year-old son was on summer break at the time, so he was obviously home for most of the day. if he wasn't out playing with his friends or doing what he does. One thing to know about my son is that he's super careful with everything, and he's always had this weird tendency to be overly cautious with things that he should only be simply cautious with. For instance, when he does the dishes, he won't wash the knives. He asks me to do it. This specific situation is because, about a year ago, he was doing the dishes for me after dinner, and he accidentally cut his finger on a ceramic knife when he was washing it.

Yes, ceramic knives are very sharp, and he shouldn't have necessarily been washing it, but I'd forgotten that I had used it, and he had surprised me by doing the dishes for me. So that's when it happened. and when it did I definitely felt bad. His level of caution, though, has actually led to me worrying less about him doing dangerous things. I feel pretty confident that he's good about taking care of himself, and he knows what he should or shouldn't do. On to this weird glitch situation that happened.

It was about a month ago, and like I mentioned, he was home on summer break. being 11, he's been sleeping in and I'm okay with that. He's a growing boy and I'm not going to be weird about him having to get up early when he still had almost a month until school started. On the morning that this happened, I'd woken up at around six, which is when my husband heads out to work. I got up and I started doing my normal routine of showering and doing all my morning stuff. When I finished up, I was about to head out of the bathroom

when something told me to stop moving. Almost like something had caught my attention, but I didn't know what. I looked around the room thinking I had forgotten something when a random box of bandages caught my eye. They were literally normal, standard, small cut covering bandages that had been on the bathroom shelf for months. And there was absolutely. no reason that they should have caught my eye.

Something about them was weird, and for some reason I felt like I needed to grab them and bring them downstairs. I had no reason to do so. I had no idea why I felt that way, but I did, and I decided that I would just grab them and bring them down onto the coffee table to satisfy that weird feeling. I went about the rest of the morning as normal, and at around nine or so my son woke up, came into the living room looking more groggy than normal. I wished him a good morning, and I made a bit of a joke about how tired he looked.

He just kind of laughed and started walking toward the kitchen asking if we had oatmeal. I told him we did, and I told him where it was. I asked if he wanted me to make it, and he told him, told me that he had it taken care of, so I just let him do what he was going to do and went back to what I was doing. About two or three minutes later, I hear him make a weird, pained yelping noise and come running into the living room with blood on his hand. I obviously jumped up and asked him what happened, and he tells me that he cut his hand

while peeling an apple. We get him cleaned up, and I start to make my way upstairs to get the bandit. when I remembered that I had brought them into the living room only a couple hours prior. It was then that it kind of clicked for me. Had I somehow known that this was going to happen? I got him bandaged up and he was good as new, but this was still really weird to me. I actually asked him to explain what had happened, and he said that he had gotten an apple and gotten the peeler out to peel it.

But then he had slipped. and he managed to hit his finger. I asked him why he was peeling an apple, as that was something he had literally never done. And he couldn't answer me. He literally had no reason to peel it. He's never complained about apple skins. He's never mentioned that he once his apples peeled,

and it's not something we've ever actually done in our household. It was even more strange that he had gone down the path of peeling an apple after saying he was going to eat oatmeal. This whole thing had me really thinking about things like premonitions and being able to predict the future, and whether or not that is a glitch in the matrix. I was reading another story on the subreddit about glitches and things like this, and one of the comments mentioned that O.P. did something to set a whole list of actions into motion, and I wonder if that's what I did.

Either I somehow predicted that he would need the bandage, or by bringing them into the living room, I managed to put a weird process into motion where my son wanted oatmeal, but then decided to peel an apple for literally no reason, and then cut his hand, just so the bandages could then be necessary. It's kind of terrifying to think that it's my faults in some weird way, but at the same time, intriguing to consider the possibilities.

Last night, after finishing cleaning my kitchen and bathroom, I got ready for bed. I sat down to call my parents, and I hit my vape. After hanging up, I laid down and put my vape to the right of my pillow as per usual. I started playing a game on my phone, and I hit my vape a few times. I stopped playing the game, and I messaged a few friends. I had not left my bed at all, and I was winding down after a few hours of cleaning, as I said, and I just wanted to relax. So I went to grab my vape next to the pillow, and it was gone.

No big deal. There's plenty of memes about having to stand up and look. for them every 15 minutes if you're sitting or lying down. So, I proceed with the normal drill. I sat up, picked up my pillows, peeked behind the headboard, and see if it slipped on the ground, but no dice. Next, I stood up, took my blanket off and shook it out to no avail, and I proceeded to do the same with my top sheet.

I was getting weirded out by now because it was nowhere in my image. immediate area. So I started looking behind and inside the bedside table, on the floor. I went into the kitchen in my spare room. I finally came back into the room and thought, Oh, right, I didn't check my dresser. The reason for that is that I really had no reason to. I barely touched the top of it and had pulled clean pajamas out of my hamper.

I had grabbed some antiperspirant about three hours preyspric. prior, but I had since hit my vape, and I know that I hadn't set it there. I have a lamp on my dresser that's base has about a one-inch lip around it, so you could possibly put stuff there that you pull out of your pocket and don't want to lose. My vape is sitting there on slash in the base of the lamp. I have no idea how it got there. I wasn't wearing pants with pockets at all today, and it's just, not a place that I would put something I'm planning on using.

I was completely sober when this happened, and I have an annoyingly accurate memory of minute details of things. I don't know if this would count as a time slip, like it could have happened where I went from lying down to putting my vape on the lamp to lying back down and not experienced it. Also, I don't really believe in the paranormal to the extent that I would think some entity must. moved it. Could I have

simply put it there and forgot? I guess that's possible, but the entire thing just feels off. Okay, so I got a Scarlet Witch Funko gifted to me a while back. I adore

that Funko and would have it on display in my room. A couple months after it was gifted to me, I moved apartment with my grandma's help. When we are getting to the new apartment, she's carrying my box with my funcos inside, a very small collection, around seven at the time, if I'm not mistaken. She looks down at the box and then straight up into my eyes with this huge regret look on her face.

So I asked her what's wrong. She picks up Wanda from the box and I see. Her original box is all smashed. Maybe another box or some furniture was placed on top. I was mad at first, but I can't be mad at my grandma, you know, so I just opted to keep her out of her original box and throw the original box out since it was really damaged. Fast forward a couple of months, and I'm moving again. This time by myself, no help. I pack everything up and I loaded into my car.

I get to my new apartment and start unpacking. I opened the box containing my funcos, and the first thing I see right at the top is the Scarlet Witch, inside of her box. It looked kind of damaged, but not as I remember. I thought to myself, you know, maybe I didn't actually get rid of the original box or something. I finish unpacking the rest of them, and right at the very bottom of the box I see her, Wanda, looking right into my eyes, boxless as I actually remember seeing her for the last time. I took a second thinking maybe I confused the first Funko, but nope, also Wanda. I start thinking, you know, maybe there is an explanation to this.

So I called Grandma thinking maybe she felt bad for what happened, so she tried to actually replace the original, but just as I thought, grandma has no idea where or how to purchase a funco pop, nor does she have the money to buy one. She's been struggling financially, and I've been helping her. Plus, even if it was her, I packed that box myself alone in my previous apartment, and it was by my side all the way to my new apartment where I unpacked it also by myself. One thing that is very important to clarify is that both versions of the Funko Pop are imported from the same store,

meaning they were not purchased in my home country. The sticker is even placed on the same corner of the box, if I remember correctly. Now, I'm kind of scared that the Me from another dimension is missing his Funko Pop. So, I've been following this sub for a while, but I've never posted any supposed glitches that have happened to me because I doubt my memory a lot. However, these two things happened only a day apart, and I'm 100% certain that I'm not just remembering wrong or going crazy.

The first glitch has to do with a pair of my favorite socks. They have frogs on them, and I love them. I specifically remember being really sad a couple of months ago, because one sock out of the pair had gotten a hole in the toe. That feeling bothers me a lot, so I stopped wearing that pair of socks. A couple of days ago, going through my socks to throw away ones that don't fit, have holes, etc., I came across my frog's socks again, but they're both completely full. fine. No hole in the toe. I know it was these socks that had a hole because they're my only

frog socks and I loved them so much. It was weird but also really cool because now I can wear one of my favorite socks again. Thanks, Universe. This glitch was less than 24 hours after the socks. On my hour lunch break, I usually get fast food. sit in my truck to eat it, and then go to the gas station for a drink and snack to last me the rest of my shift. That day, I wanted a mountain dew in one of those smaller cans of Pringles. I specifically wanted the sour cream and onion, green can. The flavors are on different shelf heights, and the green can is on the very bottom shelf.

I know that I grabbed the green can, because I squatted all the way down to grab it off of the bottom shelf. I set my two things on the counter to be rang up. I remember spacing out just a bit, just staring at the card reader until the transaction went through. When I saw a remove card, I kind of snapped out of my spacey feeling and went to grab my two things. But my chip can was red,

the original Pringle flavor. That flavor is on a whole different shelf. I know I grabbed the green one, but it was suddenly red. I just shook it off and left with my stuff because I didn't want the employees or other customers to think I was crazy. I've never had glitches this apparent that I am so, so sure of. I know it isn't just bad memory, but I feel crazy. I don't know what else to do, other than that. than post it here and see if anyone else finds it weird or has an explanation.

This has been a hard one for me to write out for some reason. Every time I start to think about it, it just feels daunting. I've had oddly persistent thoughts pop in a time or two trying to convince me that this didn't happen, but the reality of the situation so far outweighs any mental gaslighting or narrative rewrites that could possibly exist to sway me, currently, at least. Not to mention the rest of the family who got to witness parts of this. So, we were on a trip in a cabin out in Peasgaw National Forest, right next to a river in one of the most scenic spots we've been to, probably ever.

The ground is covered in gold dust and glitter from crushed gemstones. There's a quartz crystal half the size of a car engine sitting on the level. the porch. I mean, this place checked missing 411 boxes like, whoa. And I was immediately aware of that, because those stories are horrifying. But this place wasn't. And the wooden cabin itself was a two-story, quaint, open-air loft that had half of the second story used as a sleeping area with a bed, which is where my daughter was. You could look out from that area in the living room, where we had the Xbox, and then our room was directly underneath her area in a closed-off room. So late Saturday-slash-early Sunday morning, my little girl woke up late in the night and

told me that she was having a hard time sleeping. But we were both oddly awake, too. Hours past when we would normally fall asleep. We'd both been quietly reading or watching something, despite being oddly energized. So it was nothing for me to get up. and help her get cozy again. We decided that new places can be creepy with their shadows, so maybe a light would be a good idea.

But with the way that our room was situated, and with how we had to keep a door open for the dogs, there was approximately one lamp in the cabin that would work as a nightlight, rather than an all-out spotlight on one of the three of us. So, after clicking on every damn light to find that out, I finally got to that one and clicked the switch, only to have it do nothing. I frowned and got on this big couch chair to look behind it. I knew that's where the solitary outlet on that side of the room was.

I was checking to see if perhaps the lamp had just been unplugged in between guests or something to that effect. It had been, so that was good news. But the bad news is that I'd watched my husband pull out this montage. chair earlier, and it was heavy as hell. I think I had a wry laugh under my breath and said, Of course, and then started to reach down to try to plug it in blindly before freezing, and having a paranoid cabin fire fear flashed through my head, because I was already suspicious of their wiring,

and I've long had an irrational fear of jamming a plug into the socket the wrong way and electrocuting myself. Falling on to an electric fence out of a tree at the age of ten, Will lend itself to those. So, I was like, not today, Satan, and got down to try to wrench the chair out

as quietly as I could. Just so far enough that I could get behind it and see that A, the cord wasn't melted or damaged, and simply unplugged for that kind of reason, it wasn't, and B, check that each prong was going in to the correct plug as I proceeded to plug it into the top one. Everything was good to go.

Vala, the light comes on. It's perfect, and we all managed to fall asleep finally. Flash forward to the next afternoon when we were leaving the cabin and securing it, because we were leaving the dogs as well. For some reason, our dogs love those YouTube music compilations for pets, so I stopped and turned the Xbox on and set it up. It was still plugged into that bottom outlet. And then I did a sweep of the house before walking out the door,

only to have that fire fear flash through again. And I backed up right into the house like I was put in reverse, went directly to that lamp from last night, and turned it off. Then, after a pause, unplugged it entirely. My reasoning was that I didn't know why they had left it that way, that, after thinking about it, realized no other appliances were unplugged, so perhaps they were worried about this one or something and forgotten to tell us. Didn't know, didn't have to think long on it,

because I was taking care of the problem by unplugging it anyways. Did that, left the music playing, everyone was content. Flash forward to that night when my husband started feeling the effects of carrying luggage and driving, and doing all the, no, I got it, let me do it for you. In the absolute best of ways, it's just how he is, in his back, and unfortunately I suspected that we might need it, and had brought a portable back massager that he could wrap around himself. But he needed to sit somewhere other than the kitchen table for it.

So I had him move over to the big chair from the other night and told them that I would set him up there. He mentioned something about how he wouldn't be able to watch the Xbox if he sat there to do it, and I'm absent-mindedly moving stuff around and setting up and respond, No, it's fine. I unplugged that lamp earlier, so that's why it's not on right now. To which he replied, What?

I'm talking about the outlet. And I'm like, right, that's what I'm saying. I don't have to unplug the Xbox because I can use the top plug where the lamp, was. Wait, do you need that light on for some reason? At this point he says no, but he's staring at me, clearly confused and trying to sort something out. I'm practically horizontal now just trying to pull this damn chair out and shaking my head at how he's not understanding me, but I'm letting it go because he's clearly in pain. This time, I only pulled it out a bit because I had already done my check last night.

It was daylight, and thus I would be able to see it to plug it in much easier with much less space required. But this time, when I looked down, what I saw was what initially looked like a melted top outlet. So I'm startled. I call him over to come help me pull it out further because it looks like that outlet had melted.

My first thoughts were, Oh my God. Thank God I unplugged that before we left. Followed by... Wait, was I wrong to even plug it back in? Did I do this somehow? As he's helping me, he's like, yeah, that's what I was trying to tell you.

That's why I had to plug the Xbox into the bottom one and put the charger over there. But by this time, the couch is pulled out and we're both able to get down in front of it, only to find out that it's not only melted it's not even really there at all. The entire top outlet. The exact one that I had plugged the lamp into the night prior

and had unplugged it from that day was busted away and had paper and tape shoved into the outlet, preventing anything from being plugged in. It did not look remotely new, and there's not a chance in hell that anyone was in the cabin while we were gone. The owners were gone, the doors were locked, and we were on locked private land that had a gate at the end of a half-mile driveway through almost vertical wilderness. And, again, all that aside, I inspected it. I've run through everything I possibly can, and I have absolutely nothing.

He says it was like that whenever we arrived, and that's why he used the bottom outlet. yet completely sober and completely lucid, having all these boxes I was checking off, I personally inspected that thing prior to using it, and also saw it again when I unplugged it. So that's my glitch. We ran through everything we could, but still have nothing. So much writing for such a small moment in time, but I had to get this out in case there's a detail somewhere that I'm missing. Side notes, I don't know how to rephrase this, but there is something palpable that

happens when there's a glitch like this, and I haven't been able to put words to it. It's like the air is fragile and could snap at any moment for these teetering moments in time, and then the confusion, but surety sets in, and there's this vibe that something is witnessing you witness this. This was the first glitch that the last part in particular felt angry. incredibly strong to me. Something of note is that I am never this attentive to detail, almost ever. I can be massively ADD, and attention to detail was definitely never written on my report cards in a good way.

I was simply the cluster of my concern for my animals, the cabin, the fire fears in general. It all had me going through things uncharacteristically and methodically, almost border. on OCD, if I'm being honest. I had a weird glitch that happened about a month ago that I've been thinking about sharing, but just haven't gotten a chance to do so. I don't think I've ever had an actual glitch happened to me, but I've read and heard a lot of glitches, and I figured I should just go ahead and get this out there, because it's an interesting story.

It was a very weird and insignificant glitch, but to me, it was bizarre. A few weeks ago, my dad and I went out to have a daughter and dad day together. We're really close, and we decided that we need to spend a couple of days a month together to make sure that we stay close. On this particular day, he was the one driving everywhere. We went to see a movie, and then went out to have lunch together, and we were trying to decide if we wanted to go somewhere else,

or if we were just going to go ahead and end the day together. My dad mentioned that he wasn't feeling the best, so because of that, I mentioned that we should just go ahead and wrap up our day together. He agrees, and we start heading toward the highway so that he can take me home. At this point, my friend texted me something, and I was sitting there reading it,

and as my brain does, I started thinking about the fact that I needed to turn in my rent, and that I needed to do so that day. I didn't say anything about it. I just thought it to myself as I glanced up at the entrance ramp to the highway. Then, within no more than five seconds of me thinking that, my dad turns and says, we can go get your rent turned in.

I don't mind. At first, I just nodded and said, Okay, cool, thanks. But it hit me pretty quickly that, at no point, did I say anything about the rent? I paused and slowly looked over at him and asked how he knew that I needed to turn in rent. As soon as I asked him,

I noticed that he went a bit pale and slowly turned the wheel to stop on the shoulder of the highway. The look on his face was genuinely terrifying. He looked like he had seen a ghost, or like he was having a panic attack or something. He just kind of sat there for a moment and stared at the windshield, and I asked him if he was okay. He looked at me and said,

You didn't say anything about your rent, did you? I confirmed that I hadn't. He then told me that he had no idea how he knew that I needed to turn in my rent. He was just watching the road as he was driving, and it felt like his brain got warm. And he then said that we could go turn in my rent without thinking. I know that that sounds like. weird, but it's how he described it. His brain got warm and he just said the words without even

thinking twice about them. I tried to just laugh it off and say that it was weird, but I could tell that he was not feeling well about what had happened. I asked him if he was going to be okay. He just nodded and took a few deep breaths in and out before clearing his throat and saying that we should just forget about what happened. I agreed and said that it could just be one of those weird things that we never talk about. And that was pretty much the end of it. We went out, got my rent turned in, and then he took me home. I made sure again that he was going to be okay, and he said that he would be fine, and that he would just call me when he got home. So that's my weird glitch. Just one of those weird moments where my dad basically read my

mind and knew what I was thinking, but he didn't seem to do so consciously. It was a little. It It was even weirder how his complexion and emotion changed when he realized that it happened. I don't know if this was for sure a glitch, but to me, it was definitely glitch-like. This glitch happened to me a while ago now, 1992, to be exact. I was dumbfounded at the time, and throughout the years I would often think about what happened that day, but I was never able to come up with any rational explanation. That is, until I started listening to glitch stories by creators such as Raven, and I now believe that what I experienced was, in fact, a glitch.

It was just a small thing, but as anyone who has experienced a genuine glitch would agree, any glitch, even a small one, is not easily forgotten. It haunts you. It changes you. It changes the way that you see the world. So, it was 1992. I was, and still am, a huge gamer. My machine of choice back then was an Amiga 500.

It was an amazing time for games. Advancing technology was allowing games to deliver more cinematic and immersive experiences. The game everyone was talking about at the time was flashback. It was said that this game would usher in a new era of interactive storytelling, and over the previous months, I had saved some of my meager student allowance so that I could purchase a copy on the day it was released. The day finally arrived.

I was so excited. I skipped my last class and took a bus into town. I took the game from the shelf and all of the screenshots on the back of the package. This was going to be amazing. I didn't want to go home straight away or my parents would be suss on me skipping class, so I decided to sit down on the floor in a quiet overpass

and kill some time by reading the game's instruction manual. I opened the box. The first thing I noticed were the discs. Two, three and a half inch floppies in a small plastic bag. I better not forget these, I thought, and I placed them under my right leg for safekeeping. I then removed the manual and gleefully read it from cover to cover. I couldn't wait to try out all the different moves

and see the main character come to life on my CRT TV. After finishing the manual and bonus materials, I thought that it was late enough to head home, so I placed the manual and stuff in the box, and then reached down under my leg to retrieve the discs. But I couldn't find them. What, I thought? I reached further, searching the area with my hand,

still couldn't feel them. I frantically sat up and checked the floor where I had been sitting. The discs were nowhere to be seen. That's impossible, I thought. I was literally sitting on them. I then went through all my pockets, clothes, bags, and combed the surrounding area. The discs were gone. At this stage, I was in complete panic.

I thought that I was losing my mind. After going through every possible scenario, there was only one conclusion that I could come to. There never were any disks in the box. and I somehow imagined unpacking them. Even though I knew deep down that this wasn't the case, I was somehow able to convince myself of it, and so I headed back to the shop to demand that they provide my missing discs. The shop clerk believed me, probably more so than I did,

and provided me with a set of discs. I quickly packed the discs and went home. That night, I proceeded to play the game for several hours, hours, and it was indeed everything I had been hoping for, but was supposed to be the greatest gaming experience of my life, was being overshadowed by the persistent feeling that something very strange had happened to me, and I had absolutely no explanation for it, and the missing disks never did show up. This happened in Ontario, Canada, during the winter of two I was walking home from work at around 3 a.m.

And the temperature was well below zero, and the walk was long. There was a large parking lot, without a single car in it, and it was covered entirely with freshly fallen snow. Not drifts, a fresh, even light snowfall of a few centimeters tops. Now, I get to the glitch in the matrix part that I will never. be able to explain. In the middle of this snowy parking lot was footprints. One set, like the invisible man was standing there, or like someone flew away. I don't know.

I need to make this more clear. The entirety of the parking lot was undisturbed. No footprints leading to the single set of footprints in the middle, and no footprints were leading away from them. There was nobody standing in the middle of the park. parking lot, and furthermore, there were no tire tracks in the snow. It was a completely fresh and undisturbed, evenly distributed, snowy parking lot, other than the impossible footprints in the middle. The world-record long jump would not make that distance if jumping comes to mind

as an explanation, and there were no snowdrifts to have covered the trail of footprints. The footprints were like running shoes, and they looked as though they had just been made as the snow had not had the chance to fall where they were. There was no way that I know of that anyone could have made the footprints without walking to or away from their location, which boggles my mind. Regretfully, I did not approach the footprints, and was sure to keep my trail at a distance from them to preserve the integrity of this scene. In hindsight, I should have approached or yelled at the footprints or done anything to explain them other than observe.

It's not a big deal, but I will wonder for the rest of my life about it, nonetheless. If I was not clear on anything or you have further questions, please do ask, but most importantly, please try and explain this. I have experienced other glitches, but nothing of this magnet. or so readily obvious to my perception. This glitch was a couple of months ago, and I'm still thinking about it, but I've just chalked it up to weird stuff happening, and things like glitches are bound to happen if you are paying attention. I was waiting in a hotel room for a ride.

My room was on the ground floor with a view out the peephole into the parking lot. There were maybe three cars in the lot, so I was peeking out to see. when my ride arrived. The initial event, I looked out the peephole and saw a red car pull up, not my ride, and saw a girl getting out. She was talking on the phone far enough away that I could hear her voice but not what she was saying. She had on a yellow skirt and sunglasses, and yes, I creepily watched her for a few seconds because I'm a guy and she looked good, which is why I only remember the skirt.

Anyways, she walked towards the building, and I could clearly hear her say, I love you, as a goodbye as she left my field of view. I didn't think anything of it and wandered back into my room for 30 to 90 seconds. It's hard to say exactly, but it wasn't that long, at which point my ride texted me saying they were pulling in. Back to the door. I went back to the door and looked through the people. I'm not sure why.

And I watched the exact same scene replay. Girl in yellow skirt and sunglasses getting out of the same red car in the same spot on the phone. I watched her walk towards the building on the phone and say the same very clear, I love you, closing statement. I cannot explain this. My first thought was logically someone could go back to their car if they forgot something or whatever, This was exactly the same action in conversation. I remember doing the cartoon triple take and my mind being super incredulous at watching this repeat.

I'm not sure what the hell happened, and I'm just going with weird stuff happens. It makes me think of deja vu in the Matrix for sure, though, and I can't help but think. What did they change? I'm not sure if this is a glitch in the Matrix per se. but it's definitely uncanny. Some backstory. I used to live in another state for a few years before moving back to my home state. In this other state, I started my first job at a grocery store.

I was a typical innocent good girl who loved her job and could cake on the cheese for the customers and actually look like a normal, happy human being. And this got me a good reputation with our regulars, and I would often help the elderly with heavy groceries into their car. Around this time, the weather was turning, and it was becoming bone-chillingly cold with vicious winds. One of my regulars saw that I didn't have a heavy coat, let alone gloves,

and she surprised me with a gift one day. I opened up the little bag, and she kindly gifted me a pair of unique, knitted, green gloves. They were long, and had been specially knitted, green gloves. to have a left and right hand. I was touched. I thanked her genuinely and wore the gloves every winter for as long as I was in the state. When I moved back to my home state, at some point, I lost that pair of gloves. I don't know how and I don't know where, but it was early 2012.

Fast forward to 2017, and I'm just getting to know a co-worker on a more non-work level. and we decided to hang out at her house for the first time. I'm just getting to know her and all, and we had some deep conversations. Somehow, the subject of gloves comes up. I told her that I needed some, actually, as I had lost my pair a while back, and she goes to her closets to grab a shoebox on the top shelf. She says she actually has a whole box of gloves that she's found over the years, and I can gladly take a pair.

She's digging through the box, sets out a few pairs, and of the whole box full, she says, how about these? And she has the same pair of gloves that I once had. My jaw drops. She sees my face, and I'm like, no way. She looks confused as I do, and I tell her, you're not going to believe this,

but those are actually my gloves that I lost a few years ago. and she says, are you sure? And I told her my story of how a customer had gifted them to me, and she just says, well, I just got to chill, synchronicity. We had a very deep friendship for years after that. She was very spiritual and taught me a few things, and made a huge impact on my life. But, unfortunately, she met a toxic guy,

and she just let him control her life, and she became unrecognized. Now that I type this, the last gift she ever gave me was a pair of new gloves, and with foxes on them before we stopped talking to each other over that psychopathic guy. But I just thought it was pretty crazy that she, of all people, had my pair and instinctively gravitated towards that pair to give to me. Hello, Reddit. I've been quietly biting my time and wait. hating for my glitch. Everything I'm about to describe came to light about 30 minutes ago.

When I, 49, female, drove to my parents, 75 female and 78 male, home to check on my dad. He was in the ER with chest pains earlier today and had been discharged onto the glitch. My parents do not use Reddit and do not know about glitches and matrices. After the dust settled on Is Dad Okay, my mom presented me with an envelope that was in their mailbox this week, with my writing on it. There's no debate. This is my writing, and exactly how I would address cards to my parents. Front and back, including Shirley Temple stamps for my mom. Glitch One, Postmark is from July 2016 Los Angeles.

That tracks with where I lived in July of 2016, but how did it take six and a half years to get to my parents' mailbox? Reasonable answer. The card was possibly stuck in a postal bin or inside my parents' mailbox for six and a half years. Okay, then riddle me this part. Glitch, too. Yes, it's my handwriting on the envelope, but the card inside is a card that I have never seen, and based on the pop culture references on the card, is not a card that I would send.

The message inside the card is in my aunt's handwriting with her signature. Yes, the card that's been in transit for six and a half years is from my mom's sister, yet addressed and sent by me. Possible explanation. My uncle, aunt's husband, my mom's brother-in-law, and my favorite uncle, could have handed it off to me for mailing, when he passed through L.A. This explanation isn't totally wild because he travels a lot,

and we always find a dinner together whatever locale he's passing through. However, I have zero recollection of us getting together during my seven years in L.A., nor any sort of card handoff, nor any prior card handoff that seems like this. Plus, why would my aunt in Georgia give her husband a card to give to me in California to mail to my mother in Virginia? So, read it. How did my mom receive a six-and-a-half-year-old card mailed in my writing, but from her sister,

on a day when my dad was in the hospital for a near-death experience? Also, I just noticed that the happy birthday mom makes no sense. My mom's birthday is in November. Postmarks are July of 2016. So this birthday wish is eight months late? Hello, Raven. I've never experienced a glitch in the Matrix up until the point of this story. And I want to say that it's something I never want to experience again.

Something about reality breaking right in front of you makes you feel, I don't know how to explain it, but I guess sick is the best way to put it. Maybe I'm just being dramatic, but something about it made me feel panicky and ill. And my event wasn't even that big of a deal, to be honest. I've been listening to your podcast for a long time now, and I always thought it would be kind of neat to go through one of these. And, yeah, now I regret ever thinking that. Anyways, I guess a bit of backstory is necessary to set a bit of foundation for who I am and the whole situation.

My boyfriend and I both work full-time jobs. We work a pretty similar schedule. We don't live together yet, so the times that we get to see each other are after work and on the weekends, assuming that he has them off. We've decided that, in order to have a date night every week, we would meet up at a local restaurant after work every Thursday night. That way we could have our nights together and do anything else that we wanted to do after we ate dinner. A few weeks ago, it was a normal Thursday and we were meeting up to have dinner,

and I was pretty psyched because I wanted to tell him something about work. I had pulled in, and he had texted me saying that he was going to be a bit later than normal because his boss wanted to do his annual review right then. So it was going to be about 20 or 30 minutes. I told him that I would go in and wait for him, and he said he would try to be as quick as he could. I was there sitting at the table by the door and waiting for him to get there when I look up and see his car pull into the parking lot.

I could pick his car out of a lineup, mostly because it is the prettiest shade of blue-slash-green, and he has a vanity plate that is literally his name. It's an uncommon mail name that starts with an L. I know for a fact that I saw his car pull into the lot as I saw the color and the plate. I even saw him park and start to get out of the car. I then glanced back down at my phone,

finished my text to whoever I was texting, and then I stood up to head towards the door to meet him there and give him a hug. I got to the door and looked out, and his car was gone. The spot where I saw him park was now occupied by a red Camry, and he was nowhere to be seen. I was confused, but I thought that maybe he had somehow run back to his car and parked in another spot or something. I don't know why he would do that, but stranger things have happened. I stepped out of the building and looked around, but he was not in the park. parking lot. I pulled my phone up and hit the button to call him to see why he had left.

He answered, completely apologetic, and informed me that he had just gotten out of the review with his boss, and that he was heading there right then. I reiterated what he said, kind of asking if he was just now leaving, and he hadn't been in the parking lot yet. He sort of laughed and said, no, I'm about 15 minutes out, just now getting to the parking lot. parking lot at the office. This was confirmed, because I actually heard his boss in the background saying, Sorry I kept him later than intended. I hope you two have a good night, Rachel.

We're pretty good friends with his boss, so this wasn't weird, but it did confirm that he was, in fact, still there at the office. I just kind of said okay and wrapped up the call. After we hung up, I was struck with the weirdest feeling. that sick feeling that I mentioned earlier. I was trying to figure out if I was losing it, if I was hallucinating, if I was just somehow seeing things that weren't there. But I knew inside that I saw my boyfriend pull into the parking lot,

park, and then get out of his car. I have no idea why or how it all reset to the point that he hadn't even left yet, but it did. It is still, to this day, the weirdest thing that I have ever experienced, and I don't really know how to get past it beyond just writing the story out for you, and trying my best to accept that things aren't always stable in this life of ours. Hopefully, I never experience another one of these, but if I ever do, I will absolutely let you know. Thank you for reading, and I hope that your listeners enjoy my life. my strange experience. This happened around six years ago. My partner lived out in the countryside.

Not much around, but farmland, bridalways and walking trails. The nearest shop was a petrol station, which was about a six-mile or 15-minute drive. There were only two routes from his place to the shop, and we always took the same route. We would do this drive an average of four times a week. Even when not going to the shop, but driving out to the town, etc., this route was very familiar.

It was pretty much one straight road cut through woodlands and forest. Your typical winding country lanes were for half the journey through the woodland, you would be on alert for deer randomly jumping out in front of you just to scuttle off into the woodlands on the other side. So, on this night, we're doing our usual drive to get snacks and take snacks, chatting about everything and nothing. Halfway through the journey, the woodland opened up to a sort of crossroads that I had never seen before. As we approached it, my boyfriend slowed right down, as a car was approaching toward us

from the left and going down the road, that we were just leaving. It passed us as we sat there, and then my boyfriend proceeded to the right slightly, where there was a mini-level crossing. In the moments from approaching this clearing to crawling towards the level crossing, I'm looking around everywhere trying to work out where we are and looking to my boyfriend to see his reaction. At some point, I quietly said, What's going on? What is this?

He didn't answer me, but it's possible that he just didn't hear me or didn't say anything as I wasn't asking a direct question and was just thinking out loud. As we approached, my boyfriend stopped talking and focused, and I mean he really focused, and drove carefully and slowly. The opening of the level crossing had about three and a half foot of heavy wooden slats, and then two rail lines, and then another set of wooden slats as you left the rail tracks. He had a very low sports car, and you felt every hard bump as we entered and left. The car purred over the slats and then thudded hard over the rails.

He was visibly and verbally conscious and careful of every bump. As we exited, we came onto a ridiculously tight lane which was so narrow that the foliage was touching either side of the car. After perhaps 30 seconds, the lane naturally widened out, and my boyfriend continued talking. I still had no idea where we were, so I interrupted him with what I considered to be a rhetorical question. I said, hang on, we've never come this way before, have we? Confused, he said, yeah, this is the only way we come. So we're going back and forth, and he's asking how I don't recognize where we are, and our tone between each other is getting heated as we both become frustrated with the other.

I eventually say how I've never seen that level crossing before. At this point, he vocally stumbled on himself and very loudly said, Level crossing? What level crossing? What are you on about? This conversation is taking place as we are still driving, and after a minute, I recognize where we are. and everything was as it's always been. He goes into the shop and I stay in the car feeling frustrated and confused. While he was in the shop, I'm running over our conversation in my head,

and I'm slightly uncomfortable that he didn't understand what I was asking, or how he didn't see the level crossing. He comes back, it's more relaxed, and I'm calmly insisting that we must have come a different way, even though that made no sense to me as the last leg of the route was the same, and there's no other way to get to that particular road. To prove a point, which was irrelevant, he drove back the only other route. This confirmed to me that he had no idea what I was even asking, and was clearly baffled by what I was suggesting.

We got back to his place and eventually we let it go, and he laughed it off saying that I imagined it, or was thinking of a different place and had merged two memories together. So, over the following weeks, I scoured every single map that I could find. Normal roadmaps, ordinance survey maps, Google satellite and Google Street View. I even went on different train enthusiast websites where there's a list of every level crossing and what type of crossing they are, etc. There was no trace of it.

We drove that route two days later, and it was the same as it ever was. I had never seen that level crossing before, and I haven't seen it since. The area is known for the Bluebell Railway, so I even looked into old, disused railway lines, etc. I searched out everything you can think of solidly over a two-week period and found nothing. I let it go for a bit and would search a few times a week, and then a handful of times, a month, etc. After about four months, I had solidly scoured a 30-mile radius of that entire route. I did this to try and find even an illogical or irrational answer. For instance, that perhaps there was a diversion and we didn't notice it,

but that's impossible as there's nothing like that even on the longest diversions. It simply did not exist. We'd been driving that route for around three years when this happened, and continue doing it for another two and a half years. I knew this area incredibly well through driving around and hiking, etc. I will never understand what happened that night. I would love to know if anyone has experienced anything similar or any suggestions as to what may have happened. When I was 16 years old living with my mom in a rural-ish area of the U.S., my best friend and I had an experience that we both still remember, vividly, and my wife wants me to share the story to see what people think we saw. My buddy and I used to cut through this farmer's field between my mom's neighborhood and our local mall maybe a mile or so long.

It rarely had crops over the years, maybe one year of corn in the few years. years cutting through it, if I remember right. The field was barren on this day, and we were headed to the mall to hang out. We didn't notice anything unusual on the way to the mall through the fields. We stayed at the mall for about an hour or two and went back through the fields to get back to my mom's. We didn't drink or eat anything in the mall that I remember, no drug usage or alcohol either. when we get to the tree line between the field and the mall, we saw a handful of people, all dressed somewhat similar in overalls of some sort, plaid shirts, collecting things off the ground.

I figured they were harmless, and we knew the old guy's name who owned the fields, so we probably wouldn't get yelled at if we name dropped. As we made our way through the field and got closer, I remember feeling a lot of static energy. It looked like they were picking up smoking coals off the ground and throwing them in a bucket. It was weird, but we didn't say anything to these folks and just kind of skirted around them until we were nearing the tree line back to my mom's neighborhood. We heard a loud, wooching noise, sort of like an air compressor. We turned back, and there was a group of six identical white-suited men,

with daft punk-esque helmets, that seemed to be shooting, silently, like their weapons made no noise, at the folks that were picking those things up off the ground. Their sidearms looked like the guns used to spread weed killer or a paint sprayer, really long and thin. They didn't seem to notice us watching until my friend went into a panic and started freaking out.

I grabbed him by his shirt and started dragging him toward the tree line, but he was in some sort of shock. I looked back as we were running and they were all facing us, but not pursuing. My friend went home and we didn't talk to each other for about a week. Everyone we've told to date has said that we were mad, minus my wife and my father. I will say that after the initial whoosh, we never heard another noise, not even a cricket, for the whole encounter until we made it back across the tree line. I'm curious to know what Reddit thinks we saw.

I'm new to the platform, but my wife said that this was a glitch, and that other people have strange encounters and that I should share them here. Hey, Raven. I love your storytelling. Been listening to your channel for a while. I've had my fair share of glitches, but this one stood out, and I thought I would share. I don't know if this story will be allowed, but anyways. Me and my old friend, I'll call her.

S, were driving home after picking up over $2,000 of weed. I was stupidly giving her a lift home just past my house, before dropping it off at my place. It's not far, so I risked it. We were driving down this bend on top of a hill with heaps of traffic piled up, and we both looked down the hill to see what looked like cops or construction workers parting the traffic. people standing on the road, traffic cones, and one of those big light-up signs directing traffic. I said, oh crap, is that the cops?

S said, I don't know, man. They were like 700 meters away at the bottom of the hill. There was no exit between where the cops were and where we were, so I was slowly driving forward awaiting my fate, with a car that stunk of weed. If you'd stood a meter away from the car, you would have smelt it. Anyways, as we were moving around the corner, the cars in front of us, and trees beside us now blocked our view of the bottom of the hill. As we're slowly making our way through the traffic, my heart is pounding, and I was panicking. I was just about to either get in a lot of trouble or potentially get jail time.

Weed is illegal where I'm from. As we drove further down the hill, the traffic moved away from blocking our vision of the bottom of the hill. And no one was there. No construction workers, no cops. It's like there was no one there to begin with. I was like, oh, never mind, I guess that must have all been in my head, and went to brush it off when S said to me, No, but man, I saw it too.

We talked about it the rest of the drive home trying to work out what had just happened. I'm pretty sure there's now an alternate reality version of me that's probably in jail right now. Another weird thing about the story, I tried to talk to a friend about this story, and it was like they couldn't listen to the story. I have a couple of friends who love conspiracies, and I thought they would be super excited to hear about my glitch story. But when I told them, it was like they just couldn't hear it. Like they didn't respond to what I was. I said, and they changed the subject straight away. I would even say after they finished talking, like, yeah, that's great, but did you hear what

I said? I experienced this crazy glitch, and they just kind of looked at me blankly and changed the subject again. I told a few others, and it just seemed like no one really cared or responded. I guess maybe it's just a boring story, though. Howdy Raven? I have a couple of short ones that... until recently, just thought of them as things that happened to people.

A little set up to the two stories. It was in 99, and I was living with 11 roommates because we were all too poor to get into any place on our own. Our landlord didn't care, as long as the rent came in and we took care of the place. It was a three-bedroom house, and three of us shared one of the upstairs bedroom. we had two queen-sized beds in this one room, and all of our stuff was sectioned off from each other. What this means is that it was hard to lose things with our organization. Story one.

So my buddy had gotten into a program at college that he'd been hoping for, and I had just gotten a new job doing security. So we had reasons to celebrate, thinking we wanted something to commemorate our success, we decided to buy Zippo lighters. These, at this time, in my group, were seen as an extravagant thing to have. So, we went to the local smoke shop and looked for the ones that we wanted. He found one that looked like a pack of cigarettes and was orange with nails in it.

I think it was from some movie. I bought one that had Betty Page on it. That was gray except for the picture. I had a class in college that had talked about how she had been exploited, and I knew that all of the recent merch being sold was supposed to go to taking care of her in her old age. It is important to note that these were distinctly different. We went home and promptly one of us lost one. I can't remember who it happened to first, but this was the start of an odd cycle.

We both could not have our lighters at the same. time. When one of us lost one lighter, the other one would find theirs. It was like the lighters shared the same code in the game, and when one asset was being used, the other had to disappear. I know that this sounds weird, but when that buddy moved out to his own place, he found nails and I lost Betty, only to have this reversed a few days later when I found Betty. These lighters were not even in the same house anymore and were still swapping places. We bought these from the same store at the same time, and after bringing them home, they were never in the same place at the same time ever again. I never really thought of this as a glitch until

recently. I just figured it was something strange that happened in a house full of roommates. Story two, while living in the same house, I would misplace. stuff all of the time. I never thought about it too much because, with that many people living together, it was bound to happen. What ended up being strange was that I would find things I thought I had lost before moving in. I left home in kind of a hurry. I didn't take all my stuff, just my clothes and a box of comic books. I would lose a shirt, only to find a toy from my childhood. This would happen often enough that people gave a name to the entity that would do this. Pockets.

This, pockets, would take something of mine only to leave something of mine in return. I never thought of this as a glitch until recently. I moved a lot growing up. I went to five different high schools in three years. I averaged moving at least once every two years. Not small moves either, but states. The shortest took two days. of travel.

What I mean to say is that maybe whenever my inventory was checked, it was out of date or something, and then they would try to correct it. This would then leave an old item in place of a newer one. I realized this when it hadn't happened in a while. I've lived in the same general area for many years now, so maybe my inventory has finally caught up.

Neither way, thank you for your time. and I hope that these qualify as glitches. A quick backstory. Weird things have always occurred in my apartment. I posted a few years ago about something that happened with my partner being in my apartment, going to the restroom and slamming the door angrily, only to have him walk through the front door a few minutes later. You can't escape from the bathroom window.

There are bars on it, and the neighbors would hear the commotion. Also, having things end up in random spots, like my cell phone on the stove, cabinets wide open, remotes that were next to me a minute ago ending up on the table, etc. Yes, I do have a carbon monoxide detector that works. No, I don't have any history of mental illness like schizophrenia, nor does my family, because everyone had asked that in my story a few years ago here. I was recently hospitalized this year from surgery that was supposed to be a safe procedure that people heal quickly from. After the surgery, I went through a traumatic experience.

But what made my recovery worse was remembering what happened in my apartment a few years earlier. About three, almost four years ago, I had a day off from school. So, I was just relaxing at home watching a movie on Netflix. I went to the bathroom, came back out to the living room, and halfway through. I was pretty much blinded by a bright light, and it stunned me to where I could not move at all. I could just stand still in my tracks. I heard extremely loud yet muffled voices, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. but like if someone or something else was breathing for me

because my chest was expanding so much but I know that I wasn't inhaling or exhaling then I heard aloud okay it's going up and then I come to and scream out loud what the hell I had to sit down on the couch and just grasp what happened it was the middle of the day so I know I wasn't sleeping

and I know how sleep paralysis feels. So now, years later, after my surgery, it's a few hours afterward and they're giving me a small meal, broth and jello, to eat. In the middle of eating, I start to feel weird. I'm extremely weak and tingly, and thankfully there are two of my nurses in front of me typing up my notes, and I tell them that something is wrong.

I lay back a bit, and then I feel my arms droop and hear one of them say, I'm calling it. They lower my bed, and I'm getting weaker and sleepier. I see more hospital staff run in, and one of them asking me, What are you looking at to me as I look up at the bright lights above my hospital bed? Then I start feeling my throat close up, and I begin freaking out gasping for air, and a nurse starts pumping me with air manually. I start to feel less tingly and breathe better on my own, and I hear someone say,

Okay, it's going up now. I was told in the ICU that during surgery, they had severed an artery, and I lost almost seven pints of blood. I'm grateful that I didn't die, but did I have a premonition, a glitch, or something of what happened a few months ago, over a year ago. I moved to the state that I live in during my junior year almost 19 years ago. In high school, I met Jane and we quickly became really great friends. Her family was like my second family, her little brothers like my own.

I would often go to her house because of how much land they had for privacy. It was around a very prominent bend on the road, so you had to be careful to not miss the entrance to her driveway. I also met my partner in high school, so we all knew each other. This backstory will make sense in a bit. Fast forward to now, my partner and I have two awesome kids. N. 5 female. N., 3 months old. N had attended a little academy before she started Catholic school.

Once we found out I was pregnant with J, we decided it would be good for N to go back the summer before Catholic school began again. Now, I always like running my GPS anywhere I go, despite knowing how to get to places, just to avoid any traffic jams and to make sure that I'm taking the fastest route. So, while driving N to send me. summer school, for some unusual reason, my GPS was bringing me down Jane's old street. I didn't really think twice about it since her parents sold the house.

However, when it became more than a one-time occurrence, I tried finding Jane's old house out of nostalgia and being nosy as to check the condition of the house. Instead, I found myself in confusion. because after the prominent bend in the main road, the house's driveway was nowhere to be found. I was met with a very large and newer-looking house, with a driveway a lot further down than the one I remembered. I mentioned this to my partner, and he remembered her house driveway the same as me, around the bend, slowed down to make the right into a hidden driveway. But that was impossible.

considering the way the new house was placed and the placement of the new driveway. I did some digging on the interwebs, and I found that the house I was seeing now was built ten years after I moved to the state, while they still occupied the home. When looking for her information, it showed her house was off on another street located a lot further back than the new house I was seeing. It would have required me to make a right down a house. a street that I've never been on to, just to get to her old house, despite the fact that it was

always visible from the road. The old house isn't slightly visible from the road now. Furthermore, when looking up her name online, it shows three different addresses. Two different street names, one is the name of the main road, and the other a completely different name, leading to the same house in the back of the house. the main road on Google Maps, and the other one to the new house, with the name of the main road. I have no idea what the hell is going on. I had gone to her house so many times. She would have bonfires that could be seen from the road at night. This new house looks nothing like the house

that I remember, so much so that the placement of the house doesn't even sit the way the other house sat. There was a shed that I remember, and this house doesn't have one at all. We're not in contact anymore for reasons that are irrelevant, so I can't reach out to ask her, but I'm having such a difficult time grasping what happened to the old house. It's absolutely wild, and I'm at a loss. Some stories on this sub remind me of a specific instance with what I usually, endearingly refer to as voids, where things seem to travel in inexplicable ways. My most prominent experience was sitting in a cold bedroom on top of the bed, with some paper and one of those cheap ballpoint pens with the removable caps.

I was idly playing with it while staring at the paper, and I honestly can't remember what, if anything, I was even putting to it. it. I became amused with placing the cap on the butt end of the pen and flicking it off, but with practiced force, so that it wouldn't leave the bed. The floor was all concrete, and I really didn't want to get up. I challenged myself and placed the cap on tighter, and this time the cap hit the ceiling, then the wall, and then clattered on to the floor. Retrieving it, it wasn't long before I put the cap on too tight, and shot it off to the ceiling again. But it never came back down.

I heard the sound of it hitting the ceiling, but nothing else. This room literally had nothing soft in it, save the bed, and I saw the cap go well away from the bed. I searched the bed anyways, the floor, the dresser, but nothing. I gave up looking for it. I had entirely forgotten the cap until I happened to be sitting on the bed again, holding the pen,

when I heard an unbelievable sound of clattering plastic. I look over, and clearly on the floor where I would have previously expected it, was the pen cap. There had been maybe about a week or two difference in those moments. It's the sort of story that is so benign and out of place that I don't really bring it up, but I think that it fits here.

I moved away to New Zealand, from the UK, about seven years ago. My brother and I are huge Tolkien fans, and really enjoy The Hobbits and the Lord of the Rings books and movies. So, obviously, moving to the country where they made the films was a huge deal for me. My brother didn't move here with me and remains in the UK. I live in the capital, so, I have a lot of access to movie locations and Weta workshops. So I bought my brother some really cool souvenirs from Wita that are all Lord of the Rings slash the Hobbit related.

One of these things was the stone Feeley has from the Hobbit movie, with the runes carved into it. I only bought him one, and it came in a small blue pole string pouch. I also bought him a fridge magnet, with the white tree of Gondor on it. it. I sent him these gifts in the post from New Zealand to the UK. It's been about six years since I sent him these gifts, and today he told me that he now has two of the runestones. I sent him one. They're in the same blue pouch. Only one pouch, but two stones. We were thinking about this and how we could have accumulated two stones, and then he tells me he also also has two magnets.

I'm so confused how he got two of each of the gifts that I bought him. I didn't buy them online. I picked them out at the Weed a gift shop and personally sent them myself, so it wasn't a shipping error. I'm the only person he knows in New Zealand, since my whole family are English, and they live over there. I only sent him one other gift since, and it was a book. the songs and stories of Tom Bombadiel. But he only has one of those. It's so weird, and I'm still confused.

This happened at my mom's house somewhere in mid-2020. It was around maybe 10 p.m. at night. I start hearing the ringtone of my cell phone and said, who would be calling me, and noted that I usually leave it off. The ringing, however, continued, and it, must have rang around 50 to a hundred times. I'm in a room with an old desk with clothes piled on it, and the ringing to what my cell phone sounds like kept ringing as if it was somewhere in the pile of clothes. I start searching through these clothes to see if my cell phone may be in there,

but found nothing. There was even my older brother's laptop nearby, and I opened it up and listened to it, but nothing. I even asked my brother the next day if his computer had a ringtone, and he said no. The ringing sounds stayed over by the pile of clothes. Also, nobody in my mom's house had the same ringtone as me, despite it being a common ringtone. As the cell phone kept ringing, I said, cell phones usually go to voicemail after ringing five or six times. However, this ringtone rang 50 to 100 times. As the ringtone kept ringing, I asked myself if I was dreaming or going crazy.

I was certainly awake and sober, and then finally the ringtone stopped. I go into the living room like 30 feet away, and my phone was sitting on the TV tray turned off. I turn it back on to see if someone had tried to call me or left a voice. mail, but there was nothing. I'm in my 40s and have been skeptical over the years, but I can't explain the cell phone ring when there was no cell phone to begin with. Is this supernatural, a glitch in the matrix, or something that can be rationalized? Please, feel free to share your answers.

I was debating whether or not to post this, but I was sitting having a conversation with my boyfriend, both of us having a cigarette in the bedroom. I stopped smoking like a month ago for anyone who's going to tell me it's a bad habit. We liked to use those cup-like car ashtrays that have a screw-on lid for convenience and cleanliness purposes. My ash tray was on the bedside table. I was sitting facing forward with the bedside table and bright blue ash tray, clear in my peripheral vision, maybe 65-ish degrees relative to my position. I lost focus on it for a moment, as I looked down at the cigarettes to assess the ash up and see if I needed to ash it.

I did. This was probably a fraction of a second, just a quick glance. I turned to the ashtray and expected it to be there, and it was gone. The bedside table was hardwood, and there was nowhere for it to roll because of the other items on the table. I did look anyway, because what is someone even supposed to think?

What else is there to do? It was absolutely gone. It wasn't on the floor, couldn't possibly fit in the narrow gap between the bed and the floor. I didn't really have time to think further on it as the cigarette was still burning. I got up and used my boyfriend's ashtray,

he was a few steps away almost directly opposite me, facing my direction in his PC chair. I put out the cigarette and go to sit back down on the bed, the boyfriend swivels in his chair to check something on the PC, and then I see the ashtray fall from somewhere above my field of vision, and smack loudly into the bedside table, rocking slightly from the impact. There were no shelves near me.

We had no pets. The cupboards next to me were built into the wall. Unless I somehow momentarily lost complete sanity and placed the ashtray on the blade of the ceiling fan without my boyfriend seeing, I don't understand how this is possible. Does anyone have any theories? Okay, first off, I'm broke. I get paid tomorrow, but I had 70 in cash that I have been using over the week.

I watched children from my church on Sundays during small groups, and they pay me $30 every week. And my great-grandmother sent me $40 in the mail on Monday. Okay, awesome. I put the 20 in the 10 for my church and the two-twenties in my wallet and go to the store. That's $70. I went to Shoe Show and got a pair of shoes for 21 and some change. Then I headed over to Goodwill to get a sweater and a scarf for $7.

This added up to $28 that I spent. Okay, cool. I have $41 and some change in my wallet, and yes, I checked. So, this morning I went to go get gas in my car. I chose the paying-inside option, got $29.80 in gas, because I had $41 in my wallet, and I headed to the window to pay. I got my wallet out, and there's only $120, where there had previously bent to, I looked in every single part of the wallet, every pouch, zipper, hole.

There was nothing there. Not a huge deal at the moment. I paid for the rest using my card. Then I pulled off on the side of the road and checked everywhere in my car. There was no 20 to be found. I thought, okay, whatever. That really sucks because that 20 was my life until payday, but maybe I'll find it in a shopping bag somewhere.

So I got back to my mom's school, decided to check my wallet one more time, and behold, it's sitting right in the cash holder in my wallet. I know for a fact that I checked there. It was sitting right next to my $1 bill. When I checked through my wallet, I took all the cash out, the measly $1 that was still in there, all the change and a receipt. And it was not in there. I'm kind of shook, but I'm glad that I got my money back. About two and a half years ago, when my baby was only a few months old, I had something weird happened to me.

Me and my husband have a really good baby. He always slept through the night and also napped during the day. One day while the baby was napping, I was reading on my phone and my husband went out to get groceries. He went on foot to a market nearby, like a six or seven, seven-minute walk, and it was really quiet in the apartment. At some point, I heard a click and footsteps coming down the hallway to the bedroom, where I was with our baby. I looked at the door expecting to see my husband, but it was like he stopped

at the door. I waited, and then texted him asking if he had come home. He replied, no, that he was still at the store, and had a few more things he had to get. That moment I freaked out, because I clearly heard footsteps and the door unlocking, and I panicked. No one else had keys to this apartment. We had just moved and relatives were living far away and would let us know if they visited. I told him about what I heard, and then I went outside to the bedroom to check the hallway. Nothing there. Went to check the front door.

It was still locked. I relaxed a little and texted him back, saying everything was fine, and maybe I imagined it, whatever, and then got back into the bed next to my son. A minute after I got back into bed, I heard the front door click and footsteps down the hallway. And I froze and I panicked, and I was about to scream because it had happened again

and it sounded exactly the same. Only this time, it really was my husband. He came through the bedroom door panting and gasping for air asking me what's happened. Apparently, after I told him that I had heard someone in the house, he left everything and ran back home. He didn't even get to see the everything's fine text because he rushed to see what was going on. We still don't know what happened that day, but it was freaky. Today, me and my friends went to Carl's junior after school for some food. My friends and I are 16 to 17, by the way.

This isn't a childhood story, technically, and I needed to use the restroom. So, after we all ordered, I went to the bathroom and did my business, and when I first walked in to the small bathroom with the two stalls, a lady who was washing her hands complimented my shoes. I said thanks, and she left the bathroom after that. When I exited the bathrooms and walked over to where my friends sat, I mentioned the lady and the compliment that she gave me. I was wearing some wacky shoes, so it was notable.

They all proceeded to say that no one left the bathrooms, which makes sense as there was no one else in the restaurant at the time, and this lady had a pink shirt on and was not an employee. One of my friends gets up and goes to the bathroom to check for the woman, to no avail. But they did say that they experienced, some oddities, like the music and the smell being off. I then get up to investigate for myself and walk into the bathroom again and look around. I couldn't have spent more than a minute in there, and I didn't notice anything amiss.

I walk over to my friends, and they ask what took so long. Apparently, I was gone for ten minutes. I get confused and say that I only spent a minute in the bathroom looking for that woman, and all my friends proceed to get more confused, and tell me that I didn't tell them about a woman of any sort. At first I thought they were joking. I told them to quit it and give it to me straight. They then gave evidence of me spending ten minutes in the bathroom, and they kept to their story. Even many hours later now, they haven't caved, which is a very impressive bit, or they are being truthful.

I believe the latter. because my friends know very well that I got distressed over this, and one of my friends started doing their own research into what was happening, too. None of my friends are good at lying. They have huge tells and crack after very little effort. Needless to say, the entire situation was odd, and I'm not entirely sure what exactly happened. The lady disappeared, my friends acted entirely different,

and I lost time. At the bank I worked at during college, if someone came through the drive-thru with their dog, the dog would get a bone, big bones for big dogs and little bones for little dogs. One day when someone pulled up in the drive-thru, I peeked and saw that they had a very excited little dog sticking their head out the window.

I grabbed her check, went back to my desk, cashed her check, and stopped on my way back to the window, window to get a little bone. When I bent over, I accidentally knocked the bucket over. I told my co-worker, Linda, that I didn't mean to do that, and we laughed. I quickly shoveled all the bones back into the bucket and put the bucket back on the shelf, taking exactly one with me, and I'm sure that I only took one.

I opened up the compartment, put the lady's money in the bone in the compartment, and then slid it outside. I remember talking to the lady, asking her the breed of the dog and the name. She told me it was a Pomeranian named Ruby. I watched the lady feed Ruby the bone, and we laughed about it, because Ruby was so excited to eat it. I brought the compartment back in and went back to my desk. Linda helped the next customer, and when she slid out the compartment, the customer said,

Why is there a dog bone in here? and Linda was like, oh, the customer before you must not have taken it for their dog. But I watched the dog eat the bone. There was no way that there was another bone in the compartment, because I only grabbed one and I saw the compartment before and after my transaction. If there were two bones, the lady would have grabbed both of them to give to Ruby. So, the second bone? Just glitched into the matrix.

So my partner has become a victim of the duplication glitch. Let's start at this last Christmas that's just gone by. Myself and my partner are doing some last-minute gift-buying for each other. I bought her a couple of beauty tools, like makeup brushes, hair ties, and a set of tweezers. The makeup brushes were pretty standard, as were the hair ties, but the tweezers are a sleek design. plated gold flowers etched into the plating, quite an expensive gift for something I knew that she could lose or misplace. So, for that matter, she always left them in the bathroom on the side of the sink so that she couldn't lose them.

Fast forward to around 30 minutes ago, I'm the only one in the house as she has already left for work. I go for my morning shower, nothing out of the ordinary, and whilst I'm in the shower, I hear a clinking noise like metal hitting a tile. I pop my head around the curtain and do a quick eye of the room and nothing seems amiss, so I return to enjoying my shower. When I get out of the shower, I always go straight to the sink because that's where the mirror is. I'm just checking myself out, brushing my hair into different styles. Don't judge, I bet you still do it too.

And while I look down to grab my toothbrush, just next to my brush, our two tweezers, are two tweezers, exactly the same. The pair that I bought for her at Christmas and this identical set. I know that she wouldn't buy another pair of these specific ones. It would usually be on the cheaper side. Like, am I going crazy? Or did I actually hear a clinking noise like something being dropped on tiles? Because I'm sure that I only bought one pair and not two.

This happened to me a few years ago. I was diagnosed bipolar a few years prior to this incident, and this happened during a hypomanic state I was in, so it could have been a delusion, but it still bugs me to this day. Some context. My buddy and I used to go with old work friends for wings and maybe pool every second Friday.

In this particular Friday, we had a nice big crew for wings, and everyone was down for pool afterwards. So we get to the pool hall. I get two tables while everyone is smoking outside. Now, I knew I was in a hypomanic state, since I was in an elevated mood and my mind was racing with thoughts. So, at times, I was distracted with my thoughts and not really paying attention.

Now, for the glitch. I'm playing a game with this guy nicknamed Spike. We're well into the game, and Spice. Spike is going for a corner shot with the cue ball from across the table. I'm distracted with my thoughts at this time, but I tune in as he's taking the shot, and I believe I see him sink the shot. But when I look up from the table and look at Spike, he was still taking the shot, and he ends up missing the cue ball completely whiffing it.

It almost is like I saw a parallel universe where he made the shot, but the universe that I'm actually in, he missed. Like I said, before turning back in from my racing mind, I may have imagined the shot, and I know that it wasn't a following shot since the table reset from what I thought I saw. As for me being bipolar, I'm medicated now and in a more stable condition. I learned to accept it since I thought my initial diagnosis was BS. There's still some things during manic and hypomanic episodes that I remember that I should let go, but how vivid certain details are, it's hard to forget.

This happened in probably 2017 or 2018. I remember it vividly, and it was one of the weirdest things to happen to me to this day. I was still living with my parents in their house, which was my grandparents' house before we moved into it in 2012. The house was built in the 60s, and it had a lot of the original finishes, creaky floorboards included. Not a whole lot of renovations were done to the house, so it was still that very choppy layout.

A lot of smaller rooms and twists and turns. Many weird, unexplained spooky things have happened in this house, including finding, suspiciously, human-like bones in our attic, photos falling off the walls, doors opening on their own, crazy, horrible nightmares that happened to us while we were in that house. Really, the list goes on. The one true glitch happened to me midday in the summer. My now ex-boyfriend had moved in with us when I was in the 12th grade. We were packing up to go on a boat trip.

My parents had already left, leaving just my boyfriend and I in the house. The lower story of the house was a mash-up of rooms, a back-bedroom, washroom, long hallway with a guest bedroom and laundry room off of the hallway. The hallway branched off a dining room, and to one side of the dining room was a kitchen and entryway. The only way to get from the entry to kitchen to the hallway was to go through the dining room. I was coming out of the bathroom, going towards the kitchen. On my way, I was making sure all of the lights in the house were off. I peeked into the laundry room slash guest bedroom, and I saw my boyfriend folding some clothes.

I remember saying, are you almost ready? And he replied, yep, just making sure I've got an extra sweater. I tell him, okay, just turn off the light when you're done, and he says, yep. I continued, turning the light off in the hallway, the dining room, and then going for the kitchen light. My boyfriend was in the entryway waiting for me. There is no way he could have gotten to the entryway around me. I jumped, and it made my stomach sink seeing him standing there. I remember asking him how he got there, and he looked at me like I was crazy.

He told me that he'd been waiting there for the past five minutes. I'm notorious for being the last one out the door. I explained that I had just saw him in the laundry room, and I told him to stop messing with me. He swears up and down that he does not remember that, and I know that there was no way he could have gotten past me into the entryway without me noticing. It is physically impossible. I didn't stop or turn my back to the path to the entryway. I remember being scared. I got him to come back to the laundry.

laundry room with me, and we checked the whole house to see if someone was in the house. No one was there. He promised me that he didn't remember it happening. It just doesn't make sense. We were never able to figure it out. I vividly remember looking at him and having the conversation. I remember the way my stomach dropped when I saw him in the entryway. I didn't drink at the time. I didn't partake in drug. or anything of that sort. And it still gives me a weird feeling when I think about it. I have two separate occasions to talk about. The first I'm still brushing off, but the second is where I'm confused.

To set it up, I live in a fairly rural area, about an hour from major cities. The main highways are more so single lanes and wind through hills and tree lines. A few weeks back, I was driving home at night from in town in a line of cars. There were a few ahead of me and only one behind me. We were all at the point in between residential areas without any roads or driveways that came off the highway. As I said, this was nighttime, so we all had our lights on. After taking a bend, the car and its lights never came around the bend after me. There was no sound as if they crashed, and there was no place to pull off.

I was alone in my car, so I just chalked it up to being tired or it being late. However, today as I was driving home in the daytime, something similar happened again. This time I had my father in the car and we were turning off the main road onto our street, right after a white Prius, close enough to see the color, make, and that it was. was not a new Prius. As we turned around the bend onto our street, the car was gone. I was going to ignore it until my dad verbally asked me if I had seen the car or where it went. After the bend in the road, it's a very long straightaway,

and we would have seen it in a driveway or further down the road. Anyways, just super weird and I'm scratching my head over it. Earlier this morning I was trucking my way down to San Diego when something strange occurred. I was pulling a 53-foot trailer and moderately heavy, so I was cruising pretty slowly in the slow lane doing about 55 miles per hour. In my side mirror, I see a semi-truck approaching from behind in the lane next to me, going faster than I was.

He passed me, and as he passed, I noticed his windows were all blurry, foggy, dirty, maybe, to where you couldn't really see inside his truck or see who was driving. Anyways, he passes me, and he's bobtailing, which is when it's just the truck without a trailer, so he's considerably lighter and faster. Whatever. He gets far enough out of view, and I'm just driving along. About two or three minutes later, I look in my mirror again, and here comes the same truck. Keep in mind, at this part of the freeway where this occurred, there are no exits.

He comes up next to me and passes me again. I'm thinking, what the hell? I've been going slow this whole time. I haven't passed anyone, nothing like that. And same dirty old truck, same foggy windows. It had a distinctive look. Well, this doesn't make any sense. I start thinking,

he's going too fast, so I can't even catch him, even if I had wanted to. I think about it for a few minutes, and eventually forget about it. Maybe ten minutes later, I didn't even notice him in my mirror this time. But he passes me again, for the third time. And once again, I haven't passed anyone. He's always going much faster than me when he passes, and I can never see inside the truck because the windows are just too dirty or foggy. This was the last time that I saw the truck, and yes, it was the same truck. I've been doing this trucking stuff for a while, so I know the differences in trucks, and I notice the small details.

But how the hell did I get passed by the same truck? three different times.