As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Vol 13 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: April 25, 2025

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I want to say that I've been haunted by weird things, pretty much my entire life. I may share some of my other stories with you at some point, but I have seriously had to deal with weird things happening to me since I was a child. They haven't always been glitches. Some of them have been pretty obviously paranormal, but these weird events are always the ones that get to me.

This specific event is just the most recent one to happen to me, and it's one that seems to be the biggest change in my reality. I've been a delivery driver for a store that does floral arrangements for quite a few years now. I also help put together the arrangements, help out in the store, but my main job is deliveries. It may sound like a bit of a weird job and one that most people wouldn't think to be a busy job, but funeral homes order their flower arrangements from somewhere, and there are funerals every day.

So I can tell you that we do get a lot of business. On top of that, some businesses like to order small arrangements for their front desks, and we also had one client that had been consistent for years. She's actually the one that the story is about. But I want to tell you a bit more about her before we get into the story. Norma Jean was, at the time of this story, in her mid-90s. I think she was 94, to be exact, but I can't be certain on that. Norma had been getting flowers from our shop for 25 years.

Almost the entire time the store had done deliveries, and that started because her husband had wanted to get her flowers, and he'd actually contacted the original owner of the store to set up an arrangement for them to be delivered every two weeks to Norma. He hadn't prepaid or anything. He was paying when they were set up and sent out. But he had done this for about 20 years, until he passed away in 2016.

Her husband had actually spoken to the owner not too long before he passed away and asked if there was any way he could continue to have the flowers sent to her after his passing. If maybe there was some way he could prepay, and the owner promised him that she would continue sending them and that he didn't have to worry about paying for them. I'm mentioning this because this was, obviously, the sweetest and saddest story that I've ever heard. And I was always so happy when the two weeks was up,

and I got to deliver more flowers to Norma Jean. It was always such a pleasure to knock on her door and say, I have a flower delivery for Norma Jean from Ronald, because her eyes would always light up when I said it. Now, I've been making this delivery, as mentioned, every two weeks for about four years, with some exceptions for when I was out sick, or just not working that day. If you do the math on that, I've done this delivery approximately 180 times,

so I know Norma Jean pretty well. Over the past couple of years, I will say that she changed a slight bit, and that she wasn't very talkative anymore. She would just take her flowers and say thank you, and that would be the whole conversation. It's okay, I get it. With everything going on, it was possible that she just didn't want to be social, and I respected that. Now, on to the glitch that happened. About two months ago, it was time for me to do my delivery to Norma Jean.

I got the flowers arranged, got everything in the van, and I headed toward her lovely little house so that I could make her morning better. However, when I pulled up, I noticed that her front yard looked different. For some reason, I couldn't really put words to what was different. And part of me thinks that this may be part of the glitch.

Something about it was different, but my brain cannot, for whatever reason, parse out the information on what exactly is different. It's just that something is completely wrong with how it looks. I shook this off, thinking that it was just something weird at first, but then I got up to the door and rang the bell. An older woman, younger than Norma, with curly, graying red hair, answered the door. My first thought was that this could have been Norma Jean's daughter

or something, I've never met any of her kids, but she had mentioned them in the past. Of course, my mind immediately went to the worst place. I thought maybe something had happened to Norma and her kids were there to help her, or worse. I went ahead with my normal greeting of flower delivery for Norma Jean from Ronald, and the woman lit up just as Norma would have. She reached out for the flowers, and she said that they were absolutely lovely this week and thanked me for always being so kind when I dropped them off. I then asked if Norma was around or if she was okay,

and this woman looked at me like I was crazy. She kind of shook her head and said, What do you mean? I'm right here. This woman was at least 15 years younger than Norma. There was no way that. that she was in her 90s, and she looked nothing like I remember Norma looking. On top of that, her voice was way more energetic, and she was way more talkative. I even questioned her a bit saying, wait, you're Norma?

And she started asking me if I was okay. She'd mentioned that I'd been bringing her flowers for something like four years now, and she was confused why I didn't recognize her on that. day. I told her that I just must be off and that I was fine. I tried to play it off as best I could, but I could tell that she was confused as to what I was going on about. I told her to have a lovely day, and I went back to my van and headed back to the shop. As soon as I got back, I mentioned to the owner that someone else had answered the door for Norma, and that she said she was Norma. We talked about it. We talked about it.

it for a bit, I described the woman, and she told me that the woman that answered the door was, in fact, Norma. I then mentioned the little old lady that I was used to seeing, and she was confused, because, based on the description that I was giving, I was talking about Norma's mother. I said that I must have been giving the flowers to her mother the whole time then, and she then mentioned to me that that was impossible. because Norma's mother died in 1997, which was when the owner met Ronald and Norma. She did the entire flower arrangement for the funeral.

That was how the store had actually gotten Ronald's business. He thought that the arrangements were so beautiful that he wanted to get the flowers for Norma Jean to try to keep her in high spirits after the passing of her mother. She even showed me a picture that she had of them from a year or two. to later, and the woman in the photograph looked a lot closer to this new Norma Jean that I had met that day. So, I guess that's my latest glitch. The Norma Jean that I knew was apparently somehow Norma Jean's mother, and not the real Norma. But the woman that's been answering the door to me for the last four years has been dead since the late 90s. I really don't know how

to explain this beyond it being a really weird shift in reality or glitch or something. But it's probably one of the weirdest things that I've ever experienced, and I really don't know how to take it. I will add that I have done this delivery a couple more times since this change, and this new Norma is very kind, and she knows me by name, she knows my girlfriend's name, and several other things about me that I've spoken about to Norma. So I have to believe that this is the Norma gene that I've been delivering to for a few years now. I have no explanation for this, and I'm open to any comments. But as it is now, I just have to accept that the Norma gene I knew is no longer with us.

and just keep bringing the flowers to this new Norma Jean. I'm new to Reddit, so I'm not sure exactly where to post this, and apologies if it doesn't belong and for the length. This was the weirdest experience that I've had to date, and I still get choked up and emotional when I think about it. It was 2010, and I was 25 years old, living at home with my very supportive parents who were helping me through college, after previously dropping out of high school and having two amazing children.

It was an early autumn afternoon, around 4 to 5 p.m. I was in my room doing some homework on my laptop at my desk. The desk faced the wall directly across from my bed, and my older-style TV box was on top of my dresser to the left of my desk, about two feet away. I was, as usual, procrastinating doing my homework, so I was just mindlessly watching some dumb TV show. As I reached out my hand to press the button, as if a switch flipped,

my entire environment changed. Now, this affects me still to this day. I still feel it in my soul that something strange happened. I didn't hallucinate. It was real. I was back in my childhood home, some 20 miles away, and seemingly 18 years in the past. I was standing in front of the only hallway closet in the one-bedroom house that I grew up in. The house was over 100 years old, and the closet was one of those with the door that slides open on tracks.

You know, the ones that the doors never go back on the tracks right, so you have to be careful with how you open it. Anyway, the door to the closet was open, and my already outstretched left arm was reaching towards a very distinct item. When I was little, my mother had this perfume bottle that, for some reason, I was absolutely in love with. The perfume itself was cheap and didn't smell particularly good to me. The bottle was glass and shaped like a bird, maybe a dove. Its wings were up and outstretched. It was beautiful, but it had a broken wing. I had probably broke it,

being the curious and clumsy child that I was, and still am. So there I was. One moment in my somewhat modern bedroom in 2010, the next in the old one-bedroom hallway across the county, back in time 18 years. I was there. I saw the bird bottle.

I was within inches of, grabbing it. My heart melted for that dumb little bottle of stinky perfume shaped like a one-winged dove. Before my hand could actually make physical contact with that precious bird, that switch flipped again. I was back in front of my TV, outstretched left hand and all. My mind could not comprehend what had just happened, and I felt immediately sick and dizzy. I was in such a state of shock and confusion that, I just walked out of my room, down the hall and into the living room and out into the front yard.

I could do nothing but lurch over, hands on my knees, trying to desperately catch my breath, but mostly my sanity. This experience was so jarring, so real. I was physically in front of that open closet, reaching for that damn bird bottle, and then I wasn't. I wasn't particularly stressed about classes. It was community college. I'm not prone to hallucinations and was stone-cold sober when this experience happened. I've only told a few people because, honestly, the subject of momentarily teleporting through time and space doesn't come up in conversation often.

And I only know of a few people that I can tell. Has anyone had anything like this happened? I still have no explanation. and it might have just been a weird break in psyche, but it was not a dream. And I was not under the influence of anything, nor under any unusual stress. So this is a timeline that is strange. My current boyfriend and I met in August. I met his friend and his wife in September, not their daughter,

since we visited an adult restaurant late at night for this double date. I only remember meeting them this time and not going to their home until October when he moved into his new house and had to get his things from their home. However, this is where things got weird for me. When we went to his best friend's house to pick things up, that he had stored in his friend's basement while he found a house, my boyfriend walked away while I parked the car, and I had no idea which house was theirs. I had to wait for him to come back up to get me to figure it out. Then, when we went inside, his friend's daughter ran up to me. I don't remember knowing her, but kids are strange.

But then the wife asked me how I liked her decorations. I was confused because I had no idea how I would have known her decorations were new, as I had never been to their house. All of them acted like I should have known, one, their home location, two, that I'd met their daughter, and three would be able to see the difference between old decorations and new. I was confused, but didn't think much of it. Kids will run up to strangers, and maybe it was easy to tell the others had I paid more attention.

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

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

I wonder why they all jumped, and I'm kind of anxious now. I never forget things like this, but to have no proof of the date really solidifies that I'm not just forget. getting. In this timeline, it didn't happen. This actually happened just last month. Me and my partner, Kara, our anniversary was

in October and, as a gift, she got me these beautiful earrings. It looked like a bird's nest that sat on your ear, and then there were small chains that went down it with small bluebirds attached to it, and the part that goes through your ear and the

chain were silver. I adore birds and actually have two macaws that I rescued, so they really meant a lot to me. I wore them every chance I got it, and even considered wearing them to our friend's birthday-clash-Christmas party. Kara talked me out of it, though, because she knew that her parties tended to get a little out of hand, especially when people started drinking. I don't drink myself, but you can't really control other people's actions. I agreed with her, though, and decided to go with some plain blue plugs instead, so that way there was little to no chance they could fall out or get ripped out. So, the party went great, and just as we expected.

Some people had a bit too much, a couple people did get into fights, and I also ended up having to help carry someone to bed. But otherwise, it was a lot of fun. I was the designated driver, so I took one of our friends home, and then me and Kara went home. I specifically remember taking off my necklace, taking out my plugs, and placing them in the jewelry dish on my vanity. Then, as normal, we got ready for bed and were asleep within the hour. The next day, we just lounged around the house with neither of us doing more than eating and watching something on Hulu. The day after that, however, we were going to her parents' place for their Christmas get-together, so I was dressing up. I had on a nice light blue dress, and when I went to put on my bird earrings, they were gone.

I have a jewelry holder for all my hoops and dangling earrings, and they just weren't there. I thought maybe I was just being lazy and didn't put them back where I normally put them, but they weren't in the tray that my studs were in either. I checked all over my vanity and even in odd places like the bathroom. The living room, the kitchen, they were nowhere to be found. Kara noticed my concerned look and asked what was going on, and she even agreed that she saw me hang them up after deciding not to wear them to the party two days ago. This at least reassured me that I wasn't mistaken about where I put them,

and that I did not wear them to the party. In fact, the blue plugs I had in were still in the tray where I took them off after the party. After both of us searched extensively, we had to stop because we had to go to her parents. Unfortunately, my mind was stuck on those earrings, worried that I had lost them. They were gorgeous, and I had just gotten them, and I felt awful thinking about the fact that I had possibly lost them. After we got home, I looked again all over and even pulled out my vanity. The bed and the dresser thinking just maybe they fell behind it somehow, but sadly I never found them. I know they were just earrings and Kara wasn't even upset about it, but I was devastated that they were missing and was kicking myself for losing them.

So, fast forward to the 23rd, both previous parties were the week before Christmas. Our friend that had the birthday party texted me with the picture, asking if I had left these earrings at her house. I kid you not, they looked just like my bird earrings. The only difference was that the birds were a lavender color instead of blue. I discussed this with her, and she said she was pretty certain they had to be mine, because she checked with the only other three girls that were there that had their ears pierced, and they said that they weren't theirs. She even messaged someone else if they recognized them,

but they didn't have theirs pierced and they said no. She said she didn't remember what I was wearing, but I had taken a picture with Ash that night at the party where you could clearly see my right ear, and the plug was there. There would be no possible way for me to have one set in, take a picture, and then just change them. For what reason?

and just taking them or carrying them around wouldn't make sense, because I could have broken something. So, since no one else claimed them, she gave them to me. Kara was even confused because she knows for a fact that she got the blue ones because they looked like my macaws. She wouldn't have gotten lavender ones. So I started coming up with a weird theory, though. The holder I used for my earrings has four stands,

My friend who had the party was looking for a new way to store and display hers, and I split mine in half so we both could use it. There were several slots just on one side, so there's no way that I was going to fill it up any time soon. So, I thought I might as well give it to someone who would. She stores all of her earrings and even some bracelets on hers. In November she stayed with us for a weekend, and after she left, I noticed a bracelet on mine that I didn't recognize. At first I thought it was weird that she would store her jewelry in my room and on my vanity, but then I just assumed that maybe she thought it would be safer there.

However, when I asked her about it, she was confused. Because she mentioned the clasp on the bracelet broke and she never got around to fixing it, so it had been just sitting in her jewelry box. Why would she bring over a broken bracelet? Again, we just chalked it up to being weird and thought maybe she was mistaken and took the bracelet back. So at this point, I'm not convinced that there's not something up with that jewelry holder. Like, somehow it's connected still, even though we split it up,

and somehow it's able to find fix or change things. I'm going to keep an eye on it now, and I'll be sure to share if anything else happens. my bedroom is located at the end of an L-shaped passageway, with my bedroom being at the bottom right, the living room being at the top left, and some other rooms scattered along the way, which are irrelevant to the story. From my bedroom, you're able to see all the way into the lounge

if you're standing at the right place. One day when I was about five or six, I was in my room getting changed into clothes in the middle of either the morning or the afternoon. So there was plenty of natural light lighting up every room in the entire house. Since I was a little child and was living with just my parents, I was getting changed with the door open, facing into the passage. I was standing about half a meter from the door

and was standing in a spot where I could barely see the start of the passage, but could not see into the living room. I was nearly finished getting dressed, and was about to put my shirt on when I saw a two-meter-tall shadow person appear at the end of the passage, as far away from me as I could see. He was long and skinny-looking, and it was impossible to make out any distinct features that he may have had. I stood frozen as it walked across my entire passage, in three long and unnaturally quick steps that, no human would normally take, unless they were in some sort of speedwalking competition. I couldn't move and just stared for the one or two seconds it took for him to walk up to me, but as he reached my bedroom door, he just disappeared.

Although I was young at the time, I was still old enough to distinguish dreams and reality, and I knew that this was something that I actually saw. I knew this was not normal, and due to me, being generally shy, even from a young age, I never told anyone, not even my own parents. I didn't tell them for years, because I feared they wouldn't believe me. However, a few years later, I remember being in a mall parking lot waiting for my mom in the car with my dad, when I told him about what I saw. He told me that he doesn't believe in ghosts, but that he had heard theories about parents.

parallel universes, and thought that this might have been a situation where someone from another universe glitched into ours. But since they weren't from here, all I could see was a black figure, like a model that had yet to be colored. Honestly, even at my young age and knowing what I saw, I was both scared and skeptical, and kind of just assumed that my dad was saying that to get my young mind excited, that he was kind of just playing along. I'm 17 now, and I started thinking about this event that happened to me recently,

trying desperately to find a logical explanation for it when I began to realize something. In recent years, people have always mentioned to me how I walk a lot faster than normal people, even when I don't need to, and my natural walking speed makes it look like I'm in a rush, wherever I'm going. Now, this may be because I'm a little impatient when it comes to getting to places, and if I want to go somewhere, I often want to go there and leave as soon as possible. But nevertheless, it's what I do. While I'm not exactly two meters tall, I decided to test how fast I could walk through the passage. And lo and behold, I could do it in about three steps, in a couple of seconds,

and also walk in a similar way to how I remember the shadow person walking. I still live in this house, now, and nothing paranormal like that has ever happened since. And my family have mentioned nothing about paranormal events occurring in this house, despite my dad believing they could be real. So, what do you think? Was I the shadow person?

Was it something paranormal, a glitch in the matrix, or is there some other explanation? I'm very new at putting this out there for others to read. I've told a few people about some of the stuff that's happened to me in my life. I say stuff because I'm guessing there's no foul language used or really necessary. You can always interject to your own colorful thoughts. I've had quite a lot of experiences. But the good thing is, at least I have witnesses to several. A good friend of mine told me over 40 years ago

that he really thought that I attracted this stuff to me. I told him, don't even say that. I really don't want to see this stuff. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to experience this stuff. I just want to get some of these things out there before I'm gone. My wife and I moved to a small town for a quieter area. We got a pretty nice ranch-style house on a corner lot.

Neighboring homes aren't close. There were several hedges and cement from structures that had to be removed in the open lot nearest the corner. We have a nice front yard and a wide black-topped drive for the two-car garage. There's a breezeway connecting the garage to the house, and our patio is connected from that. I attached a bench swing from one of those yard swings with the frame. I just took the seat and hung it up from the beam under the roof of the patio. There are a couple of old maple trees out in the parking strip. My wife and I sit out there on the summer nights and enjoy the show.

There seems to always be something going on. We've seen several foxes go past right out front in the road. Lots of different squirrels here. There are some gray ones that, kind of look like chinchillas, black ones, and the larger brown squirrels. My wife and I were sitting there watching around eight squirrels running after each other and eating the peanuts that we were tossing to them. It was mid-afternoon, just this summer, 2023.

There were two black squirrels chasing each other around the base of the closer maple tree. There were three sitting together eating, and one on the walk fairly close to us. They get pretty tame. One was at the bowl of water that I had placed by the bird bath. We were just talking about our house and how we were going to do this and that with the yard. Then, it was different. It was like an invisible wave went through. The air seemed to have this very faded or very light yellowish tinge to it.

The squirrels stopped moving. They were in mid-stride, mid-drane. The two running around the tree had stopped mid-chaise on the side of the tree. I still remember one squirrel sitting at a weird angle. The way it looked, he should have fallen over. We didn't see or hear any vehicles going past, a block to the north where the route is. There's always something going past over there, trucks for the ethanol plant, cars, tractors. But right then, there was...

Nothing. No sound of tires. You didn't even hear any birds. There wasn't any breeze, but we could hear what sounded like a muffled rustling of leaves. The houses looked the same, but then again, not. It's very difficult to describe this. It looked like three-dimensional pictures of everything. They overlapped. Individual structures, too. Houses, trees. Houses, tree, cars that were sitting around, and we didn't see any other people during this. We just sat there in shock. I know that we both commented about the squirrels

and how they were just frozen position. It lasted maybe five minutes, and then reality just gradually went back to its regular state. It was like everything just went back to what it was doing. I think I may have been sitting there with my mouth open for a little bit afterwards, and finally got some words like, what the hell was that? My wife didn't want to admit what had happened, but she couldn't deny it. She finally said, that was weird. She finally experienced what I had endeared a few weeks earlier.

That day I was standing at the front edge of the patio area, when it seemed like something just went through the air. It felt just a little dizzying. And when I looked up, things had that yellowish tinge, and nothing was moving. No traffic, no birds flying or chirping that I could hear, and no wind. Just that faint muffled sound like leaves rustling in a breeze. That one lasted about ten minutes, and I was afraid to move for fear that I might end up somewhere that I didn't want to be. I thought just stand still until it's over, man. And I was really hoping it would end quick.

After things went back to normal, I went into the house and had to sit down for a while. I don't know what it was. I just didn't feel good. One other time, when my wife was with me, we were sitting on the patio swing in the evening. The sun wasn't quite down, and it was a nice and quiet evening. evening. Perfect temperature, a light breeze, crickets were sounding off, and there was finally some lightning bugs out. Then we heard a car coming from the east, and it would come right past our corner, not 75 feet away. The noise of the engine and tires on the road broke the quiet.

It came past on our left, and went through the intersection and on down the road, down the hill, and to the west. Yep, we heard it just first. fine. The only thing wrong was that we didn't see any car. We heard it. Didn't see it, though. It's kind of hard to miss a car going past. I asked my wife, did you see that? She replied, I didn't see anything. That's what I meant. Neither one of us wanted to dwell on that very long. I think we just tried to shove it under a rug. I don't know what the heck is going on. I wouldn't know if it's a glitch in the matrix thing or a time thing,

or a programming error or ghosts. But it's definitely creeping me out. I know it rattled me and left me anxious and paranoid for a couple hours after. My wife wasn't affected emotionally like I was. I think she just doesn't want to admit things like this can happen. Does anyone have any theories as to what this... stuff is? I wonder too often if someday I'm going to get pulled into some other place. This happened about two years ago. We still don't have an explanation for what happened.

I was back in my hometown and my sibling and I had just dropped off a close friend who lives an hour away from us after a day out. My younger sister was driving us back. My youngest sister was sitting shotgun. My youngest brother was next to me, and this was at night. After that, as I usually would, I looked out the window and watched the buildings pass by. And, as usual, I would watch out for landmarks to figure out how much longer it would take to reach home. One of them is a flyover, about 30 minutes away from our home. Another one is a grocery shop with a bright red signboard on the left side of the road,

which would mean that we would be home in about 15 minutes. Beside the grocery shop is a small petrol station with just four pumps. Of course, this would mean that we would first go over the flyover before we could reach the grocery shop. On the way, my sister's chatted. while my brother and I were quiet and in our own little world. It's important to note that I wasn't intoxicated, medicated, sleepy, or anything like that.

At most, I was content after a good day out and eager to get back home. About ten minutes after dropping my friend off at home, I saw the grocery shop mentioned earlier. But one of the letters on its bright red signboard was unlit. For some reason, at that time, instead of questioning how I could have seen the grocery shop when we had just left our friend's place, I just accepted it and assumed that we would be home very soon. Then we passed by the flyover, and you could imagine my confusion. I verbally said, huh?

And my brother heard me. I shrugged it off as my own confusion and we drove on. We had not gone to any petrol station the whole day, and the car's tank was almost empty. So, closer to home, my sister said that we would stop by one on the way home to fill up the petrol. There were several stations on the way home, and we knew where all of them were situated. But we would usually go to the one closest to our home. That night, without word, she decided to turn into the petrol station next to. to the grocery shop mentioned earlier.

This is not the one closest to our home. In fact, we rarely go to the station. At that point, I laughed and told them how I thought we had driven past it earlier when we couldn't have done so. We all found it ridiculous. My sister stopped at the second pump. I got out and went to pay for the petrol at the counter. When I reached the window, I looked up and saw the guy staring.

at me in disbelief. We didn't know each other, but he practically shouted at me in shock, asking why I was there again. He said, didn't you just come here to fill up the petrol? About half an hour ago? Then I told him that we had not been there the whole day, and added how I thought we had passed by the station about 35 minutes prior. I gave him the time, but I can't remember the exact. timings anymore.

He said that I was wearing the same outfit, and did the same thing. I came to the counter, made the payment, filled up the petrol, and went back into the car. Hearing that, I played it cool, but was weirded out as well. On his hand, he was so freaked out. He left his counter to check out our car because he was that sure that we had been there. Sure enough, he recognized it. He was frantic, and I had never seen someone act like that before. It was as if our car had glitched to that exact moment, but did not really synchronize.

So, in my point of view, we went past the station, whereas in his version, we turned into the station. Some notes, we checked, and there was no other building with a similar grocery shop and petrol station anywhere else along the road. road, which was why I picked it as a landmark. No, there were no other cars like ours that drove in that whole day. In fact, there was no other lady who could have been mistaken as me that day. We know this because my parents went back to watch the CCTV footage the next day to make sure that guy didn't mistake me for someone else. We didn't find anything at the time.

He said that he saw me. No car or person was there. The guy also detailed that the first time he saw us, we were at the first pump. The real time we went, we went to the second pump. But other than that, the two moments were too accurate to deny. We tried to find out further details, but the guy suddenly became reluctant to speak, and started denying everything after a little bit more prodding. So, what are your thoughts?

This happened to me back in winter of 2003 when I was 16 years old. It is by the far the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me that I still don't have an explanation for. It was a dreary winter day. All the trees were bare and it was gray and gross looking outside. There was no snow on the ground, but these details are important to set the scene. So one afternoon my boyfriend and I were leaving my house to go somewhere, and before I got into his car, I realized I had forgotten something. I handed him my purse, and I asked him to put it in his car.

It was a bright, blue, Dooney and Burke purse that was widely popular in the early 2000s. I loved this purse. I also had basically my whole life in that purse. My wallets, all my money, my nextel phone, my makeup, literally everything that was important to 16-year-old me. I come back to the car and get in and we go. A few minutes later, I say, Hey, you put my purse in here, right? Yeah, it's in the back, he said. I turn and look and see it partially covered up by some clothing. A few minutes later,

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

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

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

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

Our neighbors weren't home, just no explanation for how it appeared in front of our eyes. It was almost like I willed it back to me. I'll never forget that feeling that I had. I've never felt anything like that again. My boyfriend refused to discuss how the purse magically appeared after that. He was really freaked out and just kept saying how positive he was that he put the purse in the car. I no longer have that purse. In a weird twist of events, I sold it to a friend years later who told me a few months after that

that it went missing from her room. And she never saw it again. This was during the pandemic in 2021. I, female, 53, work in animal rescue as a cross-border transporter, and I have a nexus pass to get back at fourth. The card is the same size as a driver's license, but it's kept in an RFID envelope to protect the data. One day, I was supposed to go back to the U.S. from Canada, and I reached into the side pocket of my purse, where it's kept, to pull it out for crossing. The border was closed for regular traffic, but rescues could cross via commercial, because having a pet is considered helpful for isolated people. So, I reach in and my pass isn't there.

Now here's the odd thing. I had just put the pass in the pocket 30 minutes prior, as I was bringing a load into Canada. I knew that I had put it there, because I checked before I zipped up the pocket. I am paranoid about losing my pass, so I'm extra careful with it. I'm trying not to lose my mind because I need to go back and losing your cool isn't helpful with border agents. I pull over to the side of the road and methodically went through my purse. Nothing. I empty out my purse completely, looking at each item carefully to make sure I'm not confused.

No Nexus pass. I searched the driver's seat. Nope. I get out and do a grid search of my whole vehicle. Not there. I go back to the CBSA office to look around. I ask the officer that I dealt with, and he tells me that he saw me put it in my purse pocket.

I must be losing my mind. I thank him and leave. I checked the car in my purse again, but nada. I even went back that night to see if the cleaners had found anything. No. Meanwhile, I let all my rescues know. that I can't cross. I don't know what's going on, but I order a replacement just in case. I'm stuck for a month, waiting for the replacement, periodically searching for the card.

It comes, and after I activated it, I go to my purse and put it in the zippered pocket so I won't lose it again. As soon as I open the pocket, there's my old Nexus pass. while I'm holding on to my new Nexus pass. I've turned that purse inside out looking for that bloody pass, and it's sitting in the pocket all pleased as can be. I feel like I've gone and lost my ever-loving mind, holding two Nexus passes. I yelled at the poltergeist that must have been farting around, because that pass was gone.

I had other people looking for it, too. Matrix, or whatever, I was hopping, irritated. What pocket universe did it slip into for all of that time? This one isn't as interesting as some of the others here, but it happened to me thrice in this apartment. The way that the bathroom was set up meant that it had two rooms, one for the bathroom and shower,

and the other for the sinks and cabinets. The trash can was between the toilet and shower, so it couldn't have made it into there. We checked the hallways each time, too. It only happened when we were at my old apartment. We called the bathroom the black hole. I was doing my hair for a party and dropped one of my small scrunchies, and couldn't find it.

I called my roommate in, and she and I both took everything out of the bathroom, the rolling shelves, everything off the shelves, everything out of the drawers and cabinets, and we still... could not find it. It was a bright yellow scrunchy, so it shouldn't have been that hard to find. The second time, my roommate and I were doing our makeup together, and the head of one of my makeup brushes fell off.

My roommate and I both watched it bounce off of the sink counter, bounce onto the floor and go under the little lip where the cabinet door hangs out a little bit. I immediately bent down to grab it, but I couldn't find it. Q the deconstruction of the bathroom once again, while me and all three of my roommates took turns looking for it. Even after we all moved out and scrubbed the place top to bottom, we never found it. Even though the door to the bathroom was closed,

we opened it and looked in the hallway, too. The third time my roommate was watching me do my makeup again when I lost another brushhead. It was literally the same type of brush, just new. I've changed brushes since then. Their glue obviously wasn't the best. One of the boyfriends of a roommate helped us this time, too, because he didn't believe us about the last time.

And the five of us had no luck. That apartment complex always had this weird energy, but that was the third apartment in that complex that I had been in, and nothing like this had ever happened. When we moved out, I had one of my exes and a friend, come help and look through my stuff slash the bathroom, because I was still so confused. And still, no luck.

I had a really weird glitch happened to me about a week or so ago, and I've been wanting to share it. I just haven't had the time to do so until now. I'm not sure if it's a glitch where I saw the future, or if it's a glitch where reality repeated, or something like that. but it's definitely an unexplainable thing that happened. Maybe someone can tell me what it was, but for me it's still one of those I have no idea what the hell this was moments.

So this happened one morning while I was at home. At the moment, I don't have a car. It snowed around me not too long ago, and I actually got into an accident. That wasn't my fault. and my car was completely totaled. I'm currently in the waiting phase of everything to come through so that I can get a new one. Until then, I'm dependent upon my father coming to get me to do the things that I need to do,

and thankfully he lives about 15 minutes away, and he's more than willing to help out. Plus, I'm currently working from home, so I can get away with not having a car a bit easier than most people. On this particular morning, I was needing to go to the post office to ship something to my work's home office, and was also needing to go to the grocery store for just a couple of things. So I asked him if he could be there at around 11, so that I could take my hour lunch to go do what I needed to do, and make it back at a decent time. At around 10.40, I got a text from him saying,

Hey, I'm on my way. I should be there in about 20 minutes. He tends to send something like this when he's on his way, which is always funny to me because I know he's going to take 20 minutes to get here, so he doesn't need to say it. At this point, I'm not really doing anything for work as it was a slow day, so after about 10 minutes, I wrap up what I was doing and lock my system. I step away, put on real pants,

grab my coat, hat, and gloves, and get ready to step outside into the cold to wait for the last five minutes or so. I have to say that at no point in time during all this, did I look at my cell phone. That's important for what happened. I step out my front door, lock it up, and I sit in the chair that's on my front porch

just waiting for my dad to pull up at any minute. After a couple of moments, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I think that it's probably my dad texting me to say he'll be a couple more minutes for whatever reason, but when I opened my phone and looked at it, I was utterly confused. The message I had just got said, Hey, I'm on my way. I should be there in about 20 minutes. The text was completely identical to the one from earlier, but the one from earlier wasn't there. I read it confused for a moment, but then thought that maybe he had double sent it,

or maybe it got sent again for whatever reason. But then I looked up at the time, and it was 10.40. That was impossible. He originally texted me at 1040, saying he was on his way. I then spent several minutes working at my computer before getting up, getting dressed, and getting bundled up to go outside. I had then sat there for a few minutes, and yet it was still 10.40? Or it was 1040 again?

I actually called my dad at that moment, and when he answered, I asked if he had left a while back or if he had just left. And he confirmed that he was actually. pulling out of the driveway at that moment. I basically just told him that I would see him soon and hung up. I just kind of stared blankly at my phone until he pulled up, the full 20 minutes. He showed up, we did what we needed to do, and I got back with the few minutes to spare. No other issues or events occurred that were abnormal.

I really have no idea what exactly happened here. I know that he text me at 1040, then I spent some time doing some things before I went outside to wait, and yet, after all that time, it was still the same time, and he had just sent that text. I really don't know, but it's been something that's been confusing to me since it happened. Hey, Raven. I have a story that I consider to be overlapping timelines. and not necessarily a glitch in the Matrix. I personally don't think we're in a simulation, but who knows?

When my partner comes home, he always calls out, Hello! With a higher-pitched voice. He has a smooth, deep, baritone speaking voice that can be hard to hear over the normal home with children's sounds. And he uses an elongated O. He's done it every time he has come home without exception for nearly a decade. One particular day in early fall,

my daughter, who was a toddler at the time, and I were watching her favorite music videos on YouTube. The music was a little louder than usual, but both of us heard my partner come in the front door and call, Hello! My daughter got super excited, as she always does when her dad comes home. and I was surprised because it was two and a half hours earlier than he would normally be home.

I was also surprised because he usually calls or texts before he's on his way. We both jumped up and my daughter ran out to the living room, and I followed her. I turned the corner and there was absolutely no one there. She and I looked at each other and she said, data? Inquisitively. I said, I guess not. I dismissed it, and he came home as normal a few hours later. A year later, we had moved into our own home after a few years of renting. My daughter and I were in the kitchen, where I was giving her a snack.

It was around two in the afternoon. She was chatting away, but there was no television nor radio on, when suddenly we both hear, Hello! And the garage door opening and closing. Again, it was much earlier than it usually was for him to be home, and he hadn't called or texted. My daughter ran out to the living room, and I followed, and again there was no one there. I picked her up, and we went downstairs to look for him.

We looked in the garage, the basement, even went outside and walked around the house. He was nowhere. I was thoroughly freaked out and called him and said, "'Hey, are you home?' He was surprised and said no. He wasn't there, and that there was still a few hours before he would be off. I explained what happened, and he joked. Must be a glitch in the Matrix.

It has not happened again, but I think about it all the time. What do you think? A glitch, or overlapping timelines? I personally favor the overlapping timelines, which gives me a warm feeling, knowing that my partner and I are together in other realities. So, I haven't experienced a whole lot of weird things in my life, so much so that when I thought about the weird things I have experienced,

one of the thoughts was about a pair of underwear that I had about 10 years ago. I was around 13 to 15 years old at the time. So here's the story and so... try to keep it short and simple. And of course, I assure you that everything I say is 100% true. I lived with my dad, my stepmother and stepbrother in an old house in a small city, population of about 30,000 at this time. My room was upstairs.

I remember that I had this pair of underwear that I'd had for a long time, and when I was putting my clean laundry into my wardrobe, I noticed that the underwear had ripped. Naturally, I decided that I should throw it away. I clearly remember going outside and throwing the underwear into the trash can. I went back inside, and that was that. It's now around two weeks later, nearly Christmas. One day I went to shower and walked upstairs to my room to put on some fresh clothes.

I opened the wardrobe and right there sitting on top of the stack of underwear, You guessed it, is that same pair of underwear. I'm really confused, as I'm sure that I had thrown it away a couple of weeks ago. I pick it up, and it's ripped, right in the same spot. No questions here, this is the same pair of underwear. I go and tell my dad what had just happened. He laughs it off and tells me to go throw it away, probably thinking that I'm just misremembering.

So I go outside and throw that piece of underwear away again. I haven't seen it since. Now I'm absolutely certain that I threw that pair of underwear away the first time, and I also remember feeling a little bad about having to throw it away because I liked it. To this day, I haven't come up with an explanation myself. And that's my little story and thank you for reading. Edit. Some additional information. I've never talked about this to anyone except for my dad and brother-in-law right after it happened.

Both of them just laughed it off and said something along the lines of, That's weird. After that, I've mostly just forgotten about the whole thing. It's weird, though, how something that happened that simply just feels impossible is so easy to just shrug off. I suppose the most likely rational possibilities would be A, my stepbrother playing a really weird prank on me by digging around in the trash finding my ripped underwear, keeping them to himself for a week and then placing it back in my wardrobe,

and then not telling me about it even after I told him what happened. Or B, I am misremembering which goes against all of my memories of me throwing it away and feeling sad about it. And instead, I actually just threw it in the dirty laundry basket, and for some reason, my dad decided to place it on my wardrobe. He rarely even went in my room, let alone helped me with my laundry. And also, without then putting any of my other laundry into the wardrobe. Any alternative solutions or thoughts?

Hello, Raven. I'm back yet again. Again, my name is Lily. For some backstory, my mother owns an old building in downtown Fairborn, Ohio. We have proven it is haunted. There are at least two ghosts, one male and possibly a female. We use it as a realtor's office, as that is what my mother's job is. Upstairs, there are three apartments, and we are friends with the people who live there. I was hanging out with one of them, and I'll call her.

B, as that is her nickname that we call her all the time. We both have ADHD. Now on to the story. We're unsure if it was just our ADHD that had us with this, or if it was one of the ghosts, as the front door of B's apartment door opened with no force and on its own, or if it was a glitch. B and I were in her kitchen.

She said that she was going to go make a drink. and she asked me if it was past noon and I said it was. I remember her pouring the drink and picking it up. It was an alcoholic drink and it was clear. It was put in a ball jar being used as a cup. After a few minutes, she was like, where's my drink? We both looked all over the apartment, and it wasn't anywhere. There was a jar with a clear liquid exactly like the one that she poured,

but B said, no, that's not it. And I then noticed that it was more likely water. B's apartment is pretty small, so there are only so many places that she could have placed her drink. And it was nowhere to be found. And she'd placed it somewhere just a few moments before. We both had no knowledge of where it was for some reason. I don't even remember her ever picking it up

and her leaving it on the counter by the fridge. Pre-pandemic, I traveled downtown roughly twice per week to attend technical user group events. My employer would reimburse me for parking ramp expenses, so I would always use the nearest parking ramps available. Years ago, I had the unfortunate experience of losing a parking ticket and having to pay the full daily rate, which was expensive to exit the ramp. Needless to say, it's always stuck with me, and since I've made it a habit to always place my ramp ticket in the same place each time before exiting my vehicle, center console cup holders. On this particular occasion, I recalled the lost ticket, thought to myself, yep, don't ever want to go through that again, and I placed the ticket into my empty cup holder. Mind you, I keep my vehicles pretty pristine.

No garbage, nothing really in my car other than sunglasses. The event ends and I head back to the car, put it in reverse, and drive up to the meter to pay. Looking down to grab my ticket, it's gone. Nothing there. Nothing is in my cup holder. I take a few seconds to look around, but nothing. By this time, People are piling up behind me.

Everyone has to back up so that I can maneuver out. I pull around and find a spot in the ramp so that I could figure out where my ticket is. Of course, it's going to be on the floor between the seats and center console, right? No. The other side? No. Under the seats. Purse.

Nope. I know where I put it. But oddly enough, it's just not there. And I'm starting to second guess myself. Maybe someone got into my car and took it along with other items from the center console? No, nothing missing. And my car was locked, so... This went on for a good ten minutes.

Finally, I start screaming to the parking ticket gods and forcefully feel around my cup holder and proceed to lift up the bottom rubber mat to see if it somehow fell under or got caught in a crease. I mean, it's empty. No physical way that it could have fallen in the crease because there wasn't one. It's a solid, molded piece of plastic. I put the rubber mat back down and tamp it into place. Defeated and wanting to give the universe a big double finger, I grab my seatbelt and proceed to buckle in.

I look one last time at that damn cup holder, and the freaking ticket is sitting there dead seat. center. Pistine. Like it's never moved. No creases on top of the rubber mat thing that I just tamped down. This is a four-inch by two-inch green ticket. What the hell? This rocked me and I have no explanation. Hi, Raven. I just want to preface this by saying that I've been literally living off of your videos for the past month now. I play them back. back to back whenever I can, and I really appreciate the work you do. Even though these are not your own stories, you really put a lot of care into narrating them,

and it's just beyond great to listen to. Thank you very much, I do appreciate that. So, the glitch that I experienced was, honestly, such a small one. But the story behind it requires a lot of information. So I'm super sorry if it seems dragged out. or like the glitch is very underwhelming for all the detail leading up to it. Even so, I would love to share my story with you,

and I really hope it'll make it into a video. It did. When I was little, my parents split up often, only to get back together, quote-unquote, for me. One of the times that they split, my mom and I moved in with her parents, my grandmother and step-grandfather. I was six at the time, so no, my memory is not great concerning the little details.

But I remember this event crystal clear, as if it happened just yesterday. We were given the basement to stay in, and for a couple of months, my mom and I shared a queen-sized bed, until my grandmother came downstairs one day and saw my feet in my mom's face as we were sleeping. and she decided that from that day on that we should have separate beds. We were in luck, though, because my great-aunt and her wife were looking after a family member who had to suddenly move back in with his mother, and he left all of his belongings behind. One of those belongings was a bunk bed that they had gotten a deal on, rendering it cheaper than a single bed. They gave it to us in the blink of an eye, and my mom and I started to start to be a big deal on, and my mom and I started

started sleeping a little more peacefully after that. So, that was the backstory. But now I will try to lay out the basement so you guys can kind of visualize it. So, after going down the stairs, you would enter the main room which had our furniture, a TV, and its stand, a couch, and a chair. The main room was, in a way, separated off by a little wall. And there were two openings that we could walk through to enter our bedroom. The bunk bed was up against the middle of the wall, and the bathroom door was on the wall by the head of my bed.

The ladder of the bunk bed was facing the main room and was very close to the bathroom, making it very convenient to climb down during the night and just go straight into the bathroom if I had to. One night I woke up needing to go, so I climbed down from the top bunk and turned the light on. I was wide awake at this point. I did my business, washed my hands, turned off the light and closed the door. It was completely dark in the basement, so I couldn't see. Nothing felt wrong to me, but when I started to walk back to my bed, I felt myself walk into the main room,

as if this was the normal route that I took after my late-night bathroom session. The bunk bed was now in the middle of the main room, with the ladder now facing towards the bedroom, when before it was facing the main room. I climbed up into bed, and it was only then that I realized that this wasn't right. The bed remained in that position when I closed my eyes, and when I woke up in the morning, it was right back to where it usually was. I told my mom about it, and she said that she believed me,

but who would believe a six-year-old saying that? My mom was super into paranormal stuff, so I just kind of assumed that she would believe me, but she clearly didn't. I've brought it up to her multiple times over the years, and I think she believes me more and more every time I tell her, because it's the same story every single time. It was such a small glitch, but it was honestly terrifying.

Did going to the bathroom just place? me in a different universe or something, where that was the normal placement of the bed? Why did I know exactly where to go, rather than going the direction that I went every other time? And why do I remember it so clearly, even though it was almost 13 years ago now? I'd love to know what people think, and slash or if they've ever experienced something similar. Last summer, a friend, call them BM, and I were bored, and as bored teenagers do, we decided to roam around the downtown area of BM's town. In this area, there's a train track that runs right through the middle,

although very little of it runs through a populated area. These tracks are only used by cargo trains that run through at night, and even then there are very few. So, and we started walking on. on them. We went north, a direction neither of us has ever gone on these tracks, but we didn't pass by any place that a train could enter on to the tracks, importance detail for later. After leaving the busier part of the downtown, the tracks quickly became unusable, covered in broken glass and metalwork, plants reclaiming them, and a huge pile of sizable rocks that were

dumped on top of the tracks for reasons unknown. At the end of the track, we stumbled upon what looked like to be an area for the train cars to be loaded with supplies without having to remove them from the tracks, which was where the pile of rocks was. We hung around that area for a moment before going back the way that we came. Right before we reached the place that we started, a train horn honked and BM and I quickly got off the tracks. The train appeared to be stopped, and we could only see its big headlight and barely make out the front car from our distance. But we both knew that it was a train. In between us and the train, there was a road that had guardrails and train crossing signs.

BM and I heard the dinging that sounds when the guardrails are going down, but the train still wasn't coming. Neither of us had our phones on us. Bad move for walking on tracks, I know. so we couldn't see how long we were waiting for the train to pass. But we knew that it had to be longer than ten minutes. It was a sweltering day, and we weren't too keen on waiting any longer, so we walked back to the place where the road intersected with the tracks to avoid being mowed down if the train ever decided to get moving.

We made it off safely and walked back to BM's car, our entire journey within view of the tracks. It wasn't until the next day when I was thinking over the events that I realized that that situation had multiple plot holes. One, we never heard the train approach, nor was there any area where it could have gotten on those tracks at that point. It also takes a train a very long distance to stop, even when going slowly. And the distance between where we were and the north end of the tracks wasn't sufficient. 2. We saw cars moving across the track road intersection, even after we supposedly heard the guardrails being lowered, nor did we see them lowered when we passed, which means they must have gone up. But it wouldn't make sense for them to go up when there was a train right there. I do suffer from hallucinations, but I highly doubt that I implemented a false memory or something else into BM's mind. When they were. were able to recite details that I witnessed before I said them.

The same day I thought all this over, BM and I went through every logical possibility, but everything was ruled out. I don't know how much I believe glitches in the Matrix in real life and that sort of stuff, but that was what we decided to chalk this up to. A few months ago, I decided to ride my bicycle at night in the park,

and I'd put my Android-Shawmy's cell phone in a chest-cross bag along with my apartment keys. When I stopped at the park and took my cell phone out of the bag, the bottom right corner was very damaged from the keys. It was very scratched, and I got really upset because I don't use a protective shield, and the damage was permanent. I sat there, very sad and starting to send a vault. voice message to my best friend relating what happened, and we talked about it. I even searched online

for new screens on Ally Express, wondering how much they cost to get it exchanged for a new one. I was upset because I'd been thinking about my screen being scratched or broken these past few weeks since I kept putting the phone with my keys, and I could have seen this coming and predicted it was going to happen. I was upset because I knew. knew that this could happen, and then it did happen the exact way that I was thinking. The glitch in the Matrix is, a few days later, I noticed that my screen was back to normal, and now it only has one minor scratch that was already there before. It wasn't damaged anymore.

Like that day in the park. It was back to being completely normal, and I didn't understand. I messaged my friend asking her if she remembered the audio. messages that I sent to her that night, talking about the incident and how the keys left my phone scratched and how I was upset about it. And she confirmed that it all did happen. The one thing I really don't understand is that keys don't really damage phone screens anymore because they use gorilla glass.

But I swear to you all that I spent a lot of time that night, sat on a park bench looking at the damaged corner of the screen. I even opened white images on Google so that I could look and see how much damage was done. And I had even searched for new screen replacements online at that time. So, I really don't know what happened. This one is a bit odd, and I'm not really sure what is happening at all. I'd like to start at the beginning. I moved into this rental home about three years ago.

It had a lot of remodeling before we moved in. It still needs some work, but for the most part, it's a pretty good place to live. While the landlords were doing some work, they realized that one of the garage door openers were broken, so they replaced it. But, of course, in the middle of all the work, they lost the remote. It is a two-car garage, and I only use the opener with the new one, since the other door has an opener on it from the 90s. It still works, but I cannot get an opener for it.

The main door has a garage door opener button next to it, but it's from the older opener and the one for the brand new one is right next to the garage door, so you can't hit it while leaving by mistake. About a year ago, I started parking my car in the garage. I went to the hardware store and bought a remote for my door. I did try it on the older model first, because I did want to use that door, but it didn't work so plans changed. I got the remote working, everything was good, and I had my nice old beat-up car in the garage. A few months passed by, and I walk out to go to work and the garage door is wide open. I stopped dead and looked at it. My keys sit in a metal container on a little table. It wasn't somewhere where you could easily press the button.

I got to work, close the door, and come home to find it is still closed. So, I just assumed that one of the people I live with left it up by a mistake or something. We do put our trash out that way, so someone else needing to use the door did make sense. It stays closed until about a month later, and I find it open once again. This time I asked everyone in the house if they opened the door when I got back from work. No, no one used that garage door to put any trash out that night. So, I decided to move my keys to a different place, where it's a metal container with a lid. In case everyone else's keys were pressing a button or something by mistake, since we all place our keys together.

A month or two later, the door is open once more. Now, I've been good at keeping my keys in the new place. No one else touched that container, and even if my landlord had the remote and were playing a trick or something, they live in another city. There is one of those slide locks at the bottom that keeps the door from going up even if you use a remote, and I slid that into place when I got home now, but I still don't get what's happening here. No one could be pressing the buttons by accident anymore. It's just weirding me out, and I hope this stops, but if it doesn't, that lock will keep it closed, unless it somehow glitches too.

I worked in a small private practice doctor's office. We're a good chunk of what we do is hormone replacement therapy. Lots of people choose to get subdermal pellets, and with them you have the option to buy branded dim. There's a guy that comes in to buy this stuff fairly often. Like often to the tune of once a month, and normally he'll call ahead of time since we've been known to run out to see if we have any on hand. His last name is one of a plant, and one that has significant meaning to me. When somebody makes a purchase, they need to sign the receipt regardless of their payment method. This guy always makes a really dramatic show of just marking an X on the paper.

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

The guy with the plant last name and the funny signature that I thought was considerably older. But maybe he dyed his hair and got to him. cosmetic work done. Whatever. He comes out and I tell him his total and give him the receipt to sign. He then signs it with his whole name, instead of just the overly dramatic X.

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

history proved it. The strange thing was when I plugged in the name only his appeared. He had a wife with the same last name before. I went and looked at his profile, and it said that he was in a domestic partnership. What? No. The last time he had an actual legal wife, with a matching last name. And then, a few hours later,

I saw an old man with white hair come in. He said that he was here to get a bottle of dim. I grabbed a bottle and told him the cost and asked for his birthday, so that I could pull his chart, as we don't just sell it to people off the street, and you have to be a patient of ours. I plugged in the birthday he gave me,

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

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

I was actually laid off at the end of that day, or else I would take special note about when he came in next. I guess nobody will ever know the mystery of the body shifting. patient, but if anybody has any ideas, I would love to hear them. Let me start by saying that this will be long. My heart is already beating fast telling this story. Only those closest to me know that this has happened, until now. When I was 25 years old, I was driving home from work one night.

I lived in Los Angeles at the time. I was driving on Sunset Boulevard, heading west. towards my apartment in Brentwood. For those that are not familiar with the area, there is an expanse of sunset near UCLA that is very curvy. It is two lanes on either side with no shoulder. It was 8.30 on a Saturday night, so there was some traffic. I was driving along, and all of a sudden, about 50 feet in front of me,

I saw a car, but I was looking at the passenger, door. A car had spun out of control and was perpendicular in my lane. I didn't have time to stop. I looked to my right and saw that there was a car next to me, so I had nowhere to go. I instinctively turned my car all the way to the right anyway. Once I had cleared the first car, I spun it all the way to the left, still trying to avoid the second car. While all of this was happening, I remembered a time with my mom at Disney World when I was three. This is not a memory I have ever had. I vaguely remember parts of that trip, but this memory was not one of them.

I realized then that my life was flashing before my eyes, and I was going to die. I had never been so sure of anything. Every part of me knew that I was. was about to die. I started screaming. To this day, I don't know if I vocalized anything, or if it was all in my head. I yelled, no, no, this isn't fair. I'm not done yet.

All the while, swerving all over Sunset Boulevard. I suddenly stopped my car, and I was now perpendicular in the opposing lane of traffic. I looked around, and there was not a single car anywhere. It was like everything had been wiped clean. I put my car in reverse and proceeded home. I did not see a single car the rest of the way. I was only five minutes away from home at that point, but Sunset Boulevard on a Saturday night was completely empty.

I got to my apartment and parked on the street. I didn't see one person. While walking to my apartment, I came to the conclusion that I had died, and because I said no, I was stuck in some kind of limbo. I had never wanted my roommate to be home so badly. Unfortunately, she wasn't. I called one of my best friends and said, I need to ask you some questions.

Please just answer me, and I'll explain after. I asked her my name, my age, what city we lived in and the current date. Obviously, she was very alarmed. I explained that I thought I was dead and I wasn't really sure that I was on the phone with her She tried to convince me that I was alive and that everything was okay There was no way mathematically to escape it There was nowhere for the car on the right to go

This moment has haunted me my whole life There have been times when I've questioned my existence I've wondered if my life since has been a very long deal detailed death trip, and I'm actually lying on Sunset Boulevard bleeding out. After many years of meditation, spiritual practice, and belief in quantum physics, I wonder what life I jumped into. For some context, when I was in high school, at 16 or 17, I'm 27 now, my family was, let's just say, lower, middle class.

I came from a family of five kids. I was the oldest, so money was often tight. Despite being driving age, my parents couldn't afford to help me pay for a car, so my bike was the only thing I had if I needed to get somewhere that my parents refused to drive me to. And now, the glitch in question. We lived on the corner lot of my block. Because of that, we had a bigger front lawn that my siblings used to leave their bikes out on all the time. My mom used to get mad because my brother went through bikes left and right,

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

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

No one ever came to claim it or said that it was missing. My siblings also to this day still claim to not be responsible for bringing it home. The bike is actually still hanging in my parents' garage, right next to my actual bike. Thinking about this interaction often leaves me with a weird feeling of being watched. I choose to accept that this is a glitch. Mostly because the alternative of who or whatever left this bike on my lawn, being close enough to me to know what bike I rode and where I lived, creeps me out much worse.

Has anyone else ever had an item duplicate itself? Today, while visiting my mom, I offered to help her out around the house while she worked in her garden. I began vacuuming her kitchen with her new vacuum cleaner that I hadn't used before. I looked at the settings to be sure that I had it all right before I turned it on, and I moved the switch to hardwood floor, which was the third setting, but I didn't pay attention to the other two settings, since that was what I was looking for. When I got to her rugs, I looked at the switch to switch it from hard floor to a more appropriate setting,

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

I asked what the second setting was for, I assumed it was for very short carpet, but was just checking. And she confirmed this. After the rugs, I looked down to switch it back to the hard floor setting, and now the second setting had words, indicating short carpet instead of a symbol. I just paused and looked at it for a moment because it was completely different than what I was positive I saw just a few minutes before.

I know that this is a small glitch, but I am positive the first time I looked at it. It was a symbol slash drawing. But every time I checked after that, it was words. So I joined this sub because something weird happened to me a couple of nights ago. And it's been bothering me ever since. I know it's not the craziest or scariest story ever, but it's just plain weird. So, a few nights ago I was in my room with my laptop, just watching some videos on YouTube, and I had a random thought about my flashlight, because I had the lights off and my room is really dark.

It's one of those super bright lights that runs on a high-powered battery. I remember that I kept it on my dresser, but when I went to look for it, it was gone. I recently moved my dresser across the room, so I thought maybe it fell behind it. but when I checked, I didn't see it. I thought, oh well, I'll look for it some other time. I have a small fridge in my room next to my bed. The only thing I have on top of it is my remote and sometimes a bottle of water. The next night I was doing the same as I mentioned above,

but this time I went to get the water out of my fridge, and lo and behold, my flashlight was sitting upright on the fridge. I know it wasn't there before because I would have surely seen it. I looked all over my room for it the night before that. Not intently, but I definitely looked at the fridge and only the remote and water bottle were on top of it. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I know that I didn't put it there myself. I would have certainly remembered since I had been looking for it.

Like I said, it's not the craziest story. but it is my first so-called glitch story. And thank you for reading. Hello, Raven. I've never submitted a story of my own, but I have been listening to your channel for about a year now. I'm a very spiritual person, so in the past, I have attributed my strange experiences to the paranormal or spirit realm.

However, I'm starting to see that a handful of my experiences are more like the glitches you talk about on your channel. I, 18, female, am a freshman in college, but the story takes place about two years ago during my junior year of high school. When I was 16, I started wearing glasses to correct my astigmatism and to help me see distance. Since I didn't grow up wearing glasses,

it often feels uncomfortable and unnatural to have them sitting on my face for long periods. Moments before the glitch, I left my third period psychology class and began making my way to the cafeteria for lunch. Since my last name starts with an S, my assigned seat was towards the back of the class that year. On this particular day,

we were taking notes from the board, so I wore my glasses in class. Of course, the second I walked out of the classroom, the glasses were off my face and in my hands. I live in Florida, so transitioning from a chilly air-conditioned classroom to the humid outdoor halls made the glasses fog up. Since I didn't need my glasses to find my way around, I often carried them in the halls like this. My third period class was upstairs, and the cafeteria was downstairs, halfway across the school.

I'm a bit of a clutz. especially when I'm in a hurry, so this next part was my fault. I should have known better than to walk around carrying my glasses, rather than to put them away into my backpack before leaving class. As I made my way down a crowded stairwell, I bumped into someone and dropped my glasses. I didn't just think I dropped them. I knew that I did.

I felt the pair leave my hands. I heard them hit the quills. ground and I watched them bounce down the stairs and land just below the first step. Since the hallway was crowded and my glasses were in danger of being stepped on, I quickly reached for them with my right hand. Except, I couldn't pick the glasses up from the ground because I was already holding something in that hand. My glasses. I looked between the glasses in my hand and the glasses on the ground, confused. They were identical.

Maybe I should have picked the ground glasses up anyway so that they wouldn't be stepped on and to return them to the lost and found. But people were rightfully getting annoyed at me, standing still in front of the stairway during hallway rush hour. Besides, I could have sworn those were my glasses. Deep down, I've always thought it was a duplicate, a glitch in the Matrix that hopefully only affected me

and did not result in anyone else losing or damaging their glasses. So this just happened, and it doesn't make any sense. A couple of years ago, I lived with a roommate, and we would use separate drawers in the kitchen. I had my own set of plates, pots, and cutlery, and she had hers. I knew that her silverware was a gift from her mom or something, simple but unusual. with a limited edition signature from a local producer on the back.

I never dared to touch it, even to put it back from the drying rack. And, of course, one day one of her forks went missing. She was reasonably very upset. She asked if I touched it and if I could help finding it. Turning the apartment upside down didn't help. So we figured that her boyfriend, visiting a week before, must have packed it by accident. Soon after I moved in with my partner

and had almost forgotten about the incident, up until yesterday. A couple of days ago, we received a box of cutlery, just some mixed stuff that belonged to a deceased family member living in a different country. But some of them were similar to ours. So we picked them and packed it after the funeral.

Yesterday we took it out on the kids, and table, together with our cutlery to sort it out. And when I was counting forks, there it was. A fork looking weirdly similar to those of my ex-roomate. I picked it up. I turned it around and I just couldn't believe it. It is the same fork. It couldn't have come from my drawer. I don't remember packing it in the box.

My partner does not recognize. and has no clue where it came from. I keep checking on it, being sure that it's going to disappear in a minute, but no, it's still there today, pointing straight at me whenever I open the drawer. I would just send it back to the rightful owner, but I don't have any of her contact information anymore. But I have to get rid of it. Otherwise, it's going to live rent-free in my head as long as it's here. So what would be the best way of getting rid of it to ensure that it does not come back?

This may not be a typical glitch story, but it's like the Matrix was warning me about what would happen over the next week. This happened when I was in eighth grade. My first class was history, and as class started, I took my zip-up binder, and when I grabbed the zipper, I realized that there was a paper clip bent into the shape of a U attached to the zipper. Given that it was in the morning that it was there, I realized that if someone did put it there, it would have been the school day before. On the other hand, I would have noticed if it was there because I would use my binder in basically every class,

and where I went, it went. I don't remember if I did any homework or would have used my binder after school, so I'm at a loss of when it got there. And since I sat in the front row of class the day that I noticed it, it's not like anyone in front of me could have put it there. I took off the paper clip and put it in my pencil bag for safekeeping. A couple days after that, during study hall, I went to practice my flute in one of the small practice rooms attached to the band room.

I always used the same practice room out of habit. There was also a bookshelf-type thing in the room, that had peeling paint that I would sometimes pick at when I was bored. The stay was no different. As I got bored and turned to pick at the paint where I was greeted with the paperclip, bent in the shape of an M. I kept that one as well. I thought that it was odd that I found another bent paper clip,

but I rationalized it to middle schoolers love doing that sort of thing. Until a few days later, after the fact, my Uncle Mike, who was sick and in the hospital, passed away. Uncle Mike, you and M. I know it sounds like such a far-fetched coincidence, but both items were at the right time and place for me to find them. I truly get goosebumps when I pieced that all together, and I'm still thinking about it five years later.

I stopped smoking and started vaping in 2014. I had only one vape at the time, It was hot pink, and it was almost glued to my hand, not unlike how a pack of cigarettes are always within reach of a pack-a-day smoker. I was in my early 40s, and I lived alone when this glitch happened. Simply put, I set my vape down somewhere, but never found it. I tore my home apart. It was nowhere to be found.

I ended up going to the store to get another $50 mod, and then came home and proceeded as usual. I had no choice, as I am addicted to nicotine, and I refused to purchase a pack of cigarettes. This was not done lightly, and was not done until a full house tear apart was done. Two weeks later, as I was sitting down on the couch,

the couch where I spent my time when not in bed sleeping, and for some odd reason I decided to just stuff my hand between the cushions, Lo and behold, I pulled up my vape. This may sound like a normal thing, but let's go over it. I spend all of my time on this couch. It was the first thing I tore apart looking for the missing vape. Surely I would have found it if it was just in the crack between two cushions. Not even deeply, just pushed down enough to not be seen.

I live alone. No one came and hit it and then put it back. to surprise me. I don't have friends coming over and my family lives out of town. It was me, myself, and I in this place. Two weeks was the length of time

between losing it and finding it. No one can tell me that I tore apart this couch and missed the hot pink vape against the dark gray couch and then just went the next two weeks with it barely pressed into the crack

of where I spend 18 hours of my day.