As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Vol 14 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: May 4, 2025

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before you're on, has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. I have a frustrating and confusing thing that happened to me that I'm calling a glitch, mostly because I have no other word for it. I'm obviously confused about what the hell it was, what happened, and how it happened, but I've come to accept that things are weird in our world, and sometimes there just are no answers. So I was getting ready for work in the morning one day,

and I could not, for the life of me, find my car key. My car has a push-to-start button, and the key doesn't actually have a key, so it's just a fob. The keys are always connected to my key ring, which has my house key, and my little RFC thing to get into my office at work. I also have a fun list. little keychain too, but other than that, it's always just those four things attached to a single

ring. This way, I never lose any of them because they never come off. For some reason, when I went to head to work that morning, my car key was not on the ring. The keychain was there, the house key was there, the RFC thing was there for work, but the car key was just gone. I was annoyed, but I thought that maybe the plastic that held it on to the ring had broken. Like maybe it just fell off somewhere in the house and I would find it soon. Thankfully, I have a spare that I keep in the junk drawer in the kitchen, so I went and grabbed it and headed off to work.

One thing to note about the one that I keep in the junk drawer is that it is broken. I don't remember how it broke, but part of the housing on the bottom corner is broken off, so I have a small strip of duct tape wrapped around it to keep it from coming apart or getting worse. I grabbed it and just headed to work thinking I would eventually locate my good fob, or else I was going to have to go and get a new one, which was not ideal. The whole day, I was trying to figure out what I could have done, done with the old fob, or where I could have dropped it. Like I mentioned, the car is a push to start, so in order to drive it literally anywhere,

you have to have the fob in the car. If you start the car and remove the fob, it starts beeping loudly at you and saying that the key is not in the car. Plus, if you turn the car off and then try to turn it back on without the fob being in the car, it will not turn the engine over, and you cannot shift out of park. On top of this, if the key is in the car, you can't lock the doors.

If you try to use the second remote to lock the car with the fob in the car, the doors immediately unlock. Basically, this car was designed so that you could not leave the key fob behind, and you could not leave it in the car. So, because of this, I knew that I couldn't have left it at the office, and I couldn't have lost it at the Wendy's where I had my dinner the night before,

and there was no way that it was in my car as the car was locked overnight. It had to either be in the front yard between my car and the front door, or somewhere in the house. That was my final deduction. I put it off my mind and just decided that I would worry about it whenever I got to. back. When I did get home, I looked all over the front yard for the fob, and it's not like it's a big yard. I then looked all over my house where the fob could be in several places that it couldn't be, and of course it was in none of them. I was so confused and lost. It made no sense how it could just

up and disappear like this, even if the plastic broke, because it would have had to have been somewhere here at home. I played over every second of the last two days when I went to bed, just trying to think of the last time that I saw it, and I was certain that I saw it when I walked in because I typically hang my keys up on the hook by the door. I knew for a fact that I saw it at that point, which meant that the last place I saw it was on my key ring, hanging on the wall. the night before it seemingly vanished.

Once again, I just kind of shrugged it off and thought that it would most likely show up. It had to be in the house at this point. The next morning, I got up and did my morning routine, and then when I went to grab my set of keys that I am now certain were hanging on the hook, they weren't there. I was seriously frustrated at this point. First my car key, and then my whole damn set of keys. I looked all over the floor, the table near the front door, the kitchen.

They were nowhere. I frustratingly grabbed my jacket to go outside and see if I dropped them on the way to the door when I noticed that the jacket had some heft on one side. My keys were in the pocket. I laughed at myself for not checking the jacket, as that was an obvious spot for them to be, and I just grabbed them and pulled them out. This is where the weird got even weirder. The car key that was on my keyring was the original one,

not the spare that I had to use the day prior. I stared at it like, wait, what? I inspected it, and yeah, it was the original. The fob was fully intact. There was no duct tape holding it together. strangely enough, the spare one, it wasn't on my key ring at all. It had been replaced by the normal one. I went to the kitchen and checked the drawer, and there was the spare one, sitting in the same

spot as always, as if I had never pulled it out or had to use it. I was dumbfounded. I have no idea what kind of trick the Matrix was pulling here, or why it was doing it, but I now had my original key on the key ring and the spare back in the drawer. As if nothing had ever happened. I was annoyed. I think that's the best word for it,

but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth here. I had both of my fobs, and that was that. I don't see any way for this to have happened. How did my original key get lost and then come back and replace itself on the key ring? like that. Before anyone asks, I live alone. I don't have any pets, not that I can think of any domestic animals smart enough to do this, and there's no one that has a key to my house that lives anywhere nearby. My mom can get into my place, but she would have no reason to steal my car

key and then replace it like that. Plus, she lives an hour away. So if she did do so, well, It just wouldn't make any sense. But that's my glitch. As mundane as it is, it frustrated me. I am glad that by the end of it, everything just got reset back to how it was supposed to be, though. Lazzang sur-gillet, puissance-moleaned for 15 minutes.

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that I still can't fully explain. Maybe it was my brain playing tricks on me, but it was a unusual, as nothing similar has happened to me either before nor since. When I was a teenager, my friend, let's call her Sarah, and I went to a local festival that our town hosts annually. This event is essentially a community gathering with street shops, live music, and the like.

It's actually quite boring. However, one special feature is the opening of sales. several historic buildings that are typically closed all year, except for this day. Now, this part is a bit cringy, but we were weird teens, after all. We thought it would be fun to enter the largest of these buildings in search for ghosts or anything paranormal, since we were pretty into that stuff back then. We wandered around the building, which was an old cabin from the 1860s, but the presence of other people somewhat ruined the experience.

We decided to wait until everyone else had left before going up to the second floor to start recording. The upper floor of the cabin isn't very big. Once you climb the stairs, you face a small child's bedroom. There's also a short hallway to the left that leads to the master bedroom with another small closet area inside. That's all that there is.

is up there. Anyway, we went into the child's bedroom first and started recording in there. We joked about the mirror being haunted, made fun of a straw hat that we found, and even joked about seeing a ghost in the window. However, nothing unusual actually happened. Once I got bored of that room, I decided to check out the master bedroom, but Sarah wasn't quite done looking yet, so she stayed. When I was in the master bedroom, I filmed around for a bit and then filmed in the small closet, but again saw nothing.

As I turned out of the closet, though, I was surprised by a girl that I hadn't seen before. I didn't even hear her approach me. She asked me what I was doing, and being the introvert that I am, I was embarrassed to be recording a closet. So I stopped recording and quietly said, nothing, and went outside to find Sarah. When I got outside, however, Sarah wasn't there. But a minute later, she came out and asked, Why did you just leave me in there?

When I explained that I thought she had left me, and that I had encountered a random girl, Sarah said, That was me, and you just ignored me. That's when things became really strange. The girl that I saw, did not resemble Sarah at all. Sarah is short, blonde hair with blue eyes, and was wearing a white shirt with shorts that day. The girl that I saw was much taller, had dark brown hair and eyes,

a longer face, and was wearing a dark blue shirt. I didn't look to see what type of pants she was wearing, but her voice was deeper than Sarah's as well. It was like talking to an entirely different person. After that, I really didn't believe that it was Sarah that I saw. So I decided to look at the recording, but of course it cut off while I was filming in the closet, just before the girl approached me. I distinctly remember stopping the recording after seeing the girls since I was feeling embarrassed about filming in a closet, so that really confused me.

It was like something you would see in a horror movie. where you think you have proof, only for it to miraculously disappear. Unfortunately, I don't have that video anymore since this was almost a decade ago. Even if I did, it would only show me filming that room before it abruptly ended in the closet. I'm sure that anyone reading this might be skeptical, as I would be, but it's definitely one of the most unusual experiences that I've ever had. As I said, it could have been my brain playing tricks on me, but you would think experiences like this would happen to me more often if that were the case. Some of you may also think that I was just imagining it since I was specifically looking for ghosts.

But we'd done this countless times before with nothing like this ever happening. I also don't think that I'd imagine a ghost that looked so lifelike. This was like encountering any other person on the street. It didn't seem paranormal at all. All I know is that this is an experience that I will never forget. The OP then added what they labeled a rather long update. After replying to comments, I was reminded of other experiences that happened after this that are related. So I'll tell them below.

There are two things that I would like to point out, however. I was 16 at the time, and she was 15, so we were young, but not little kids or anything like that. I'd like to also point out that Sarah and I were mentally in sync, if that makes sense. I mean, we thought almost exactly the same, to the point where it was creepy. We even used to make fun of it. She's a very positive person, and I'm a negative person. person, so we would make fun of that old opposites attract proverb. I mean, we were so in sync that we would have at least 12 jinks moments, where we would say

exactly the same thing at the same time, every time that we saw each other. And these weren't common expressions. These were just random sentences and phrases every time. We actually wondered if we knew each other in past lives, and that's why we had that connection. I'm not sure if past lives are real, but if they are, I have no doubt that we'd have met. We also had this weird ability where we seemed to be able to sense when one of us was about to call or text. We'd get this feeling, and within a minute, it would happen. It was such a strong connection that our other friends even noticed it and pointed it out to us several times, so we know

that it wasn't just us. That all sounds completely made up, but it's not. I've never had that connection with anybody else in my life. And I'm afraid that we lost it after she moved, and we lost contact, but I cherish those memories.

It was such an unreal experience and one that I hope everyone can have at some point in their life, but I don't think that many do. Anyway, the reason I decided to bore you with that long explanation, is because when I saw this strange girl in the cabin that was apparently Sarah, it really did seem like a completely different person.

I didn't have that special connection with this girl, and it was like talking to a complete stranger. I think that's one of the reasons why I remember the experience so well. All right. Now I'll get on to two other experiences that I was reminded of that I think are related to this one. The first happened the afternoon after we visited that cabin. During our time in the cabin, we took this old shoe buckle that we found.

We weren't the best of people. It was about one and a half or two inches long, and that afternoon we were jumping on her trampoline with it, trying not to get hit by it because why not? I distinctly remember that it fell off five times. Up until the fifth time it fell off, we had no problem seeing where it landed and retrieving it within a few seconds. But on the fifth time, we couldn't find it.

We both saw exactly where it fell off, and it was right between the springs, so it couldn't have gone far. We both searched for it for about an hour, both under and within a 50-foot radius of the trampoline, but we just could not find it. I even went back a little later with my metal detector, and it was nowhere to be found. To this day, we've never found it.

And we both joked at the time that it probably went to another dimension. The second experience is very similar to that one. We also took this old button from the cabin at the same time that we took the buckle. Again, we weren't the best people. after we spent about an hour looking for the vanishing buckle, we decided to do the same thing with the button. And I'm not kidding when I say that it also disappeared the first time that it fell off. After that, we decided to just go inside because it was creepy

that two things from the cabin disappeared in the same way. The difference here is that we actually found the button about a week later in the clothes basket in her closet. and she swears to me that she did not go looking for it later. There's always the possibility that she did look for it and planted it there, but it didn't seem like she was lying. And we had an excellent ability to tell when the other was lying because of that special connection that we had.

I do still have that button as well. All right, that's the end for now. Upon reading it all, it does seem like a far-fetched tale, but this really was just one long, unusual series of events. I've never had anything quite like it happened before or since. I'm sure there could be a logical explanation for everything that's happened, or maybe it really was just a series of unlikely coincidences. I'll never know for sure, so you can make of it what you will.

I do know for sure that she and I had a connection unlike anything that I've ever experienced. So, I at least know that that much is true. And maybe that connection is why these weird things happened to us. It was a cold and snowy winter's day in Wyoming back in 2019. The wife and I had decided to go Christmas shopping for our daughter, who was five at the time. The wife loves to check out the clearance aisles every trip to Walmart. She loves a good deal. As we're walking down the aisle, we see two of the toys from Toy Story 4. We then found a few others on sale from the movie

and decided they would be good additions to the ones that we previously purchased. They were plush, ducky, and bunny figures that had quotes from the movie when you pressed the hands. Anyways, we finished checking out and unloading all the grocery bags into the back of my wife's car. I remember vividly putting the large bag with both Ducky and Bunny in last. We made our short drive home and we unloaded the grocery bags into the house, taking a few trips back and forth. So, here is where the glitch happened. I distinctly remember bringing the bag with the plush figures into the house,

setting them on the fireplace, before going back out to grab the remainder of the bags. As I'm unloading the bags, my wife yells from the living room and asks where the plush figures are. I tell her that I left the bag on the fireplace. She responds back telling me that they aren't there. After searching the house and the car, my wife gives up and calls Walmart. They tell her that they found the bag with the toys in a cart outside. My wife went back to Walmart and picked up the bag, and sure enough,

they were there. Clearance tags still attached. I have no clue how something that I know was sitting right there on the fireplace moved two miles away back to the store. Side note, wife and I both agree that this was a glitch. However, she tells me that she was the one to set the bag on the fireplace. So we both remember setting the bag on the fireplace, and neither of us know how it ended up back.

at the store. It definitely made me a believer in The Matrix after that. And it still confuses me. I've been lurking the Glitch in the Matrix subreddits for a while, and I recently learned about your podcast through another poster there. I was a bit hesitant at first because my event was just really weird and was something that I didn't really know what happened with, but I figured, why not put this out there into the world?

and let people know about it. Maybe someone else out there has had a similar experience and can help me to understand what the hell it was that actually happened. So, let me set the scene. It was a pretty normal and rather chilly morning in early winter. I remember that because I woke up and I felt colder than normal, to the point that I checked the thermostat,

which is something that I never do to see if it was set right. It was, so I just shrugged it off and thought that it was me. I went to the bathroom for my morning routine, and I started brushing my teeth, and as I stood in front of the mirror, I noticed that my reflection was a little off. It was kind of like it was lagging a fraction of a second behind my movements. That's really the only way I can think to explain it. It just seemed like I was moving and it was moving, but the two were no longer in sync. I rubbed my eyes thinking that I was just seeing things, but the lag persisted. I was starting to feel a little unnerved.

I quickly brushed my teeth and then splashed some water on my face, hoping that it would help me to snap out of it. However, things only got worse from there. As I was drawing my face, I glanced up at the mirror, and to my horror, my reflection seemed to just stop. Like it was completely frozen, staring back at me with a completely unmoving expression. I slowly waved my hands, jumped around, and then even tried to physically touch the mirror, but my reflection would not move. It just stood there like a creepy statue, capturing me in that awkward moment of time.

At this point, I was terrified. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was starting to hyperventilate and feeling a bit dizzy. I leaned out of the bathroom to call for my boyfriend, and I guess that I sounded freaked out, because he jumped up and ran into the hallway towards me. I waved him into the bathroom, and when he entered, he kind of looked around like,

What? I motioned towards the mirror. He turned toward the mirror, and I looked up at the mirror at the same time, and, sure enough, it was normal. I could see myself moving like normal. When he looked at the mirror, he saw my reflection acting normally. My boyfriend laughed a bit under his breath and just shook his head like, oh, you're crazy.

I ended up kind of just standing there for a few moments and trying to get my grip on what that was, but I had to let it go because whatever it was was no longer happening. I tried to carry on with my day, but every single time I got a glimpse of myself in the reflection, like in a window, my phone screen, or whatever, I would get this disgusting cold chill down my spine. It was as if I was getting hit with adrenaline, like I was about to go into a spiral of panic. This nightmare persisted for the entire day. I felt completely out of sync with reality. Like, I had seen something that I wasn't supposed to see,

and it was clawing at my brain. When I got home, I was exhausted, and I just wanted to go to bed, so I did. My boyfriend was worried, but I just told him that I wasn't feeling well and that I wanted to sleep. Thankfully, when I woke up the next day, everything was back to normal. My reflection followed my movements perfectly again,

and I wasn't feeling weird anymore when I looked at myself. I still can't explain what happened, but it has made me question some things about our existence, I guess, because it felt like reality was out of sync with me, or vice versa. Has anyone else ever had something like this happen? Or do you have any theories on what could have caused this glitch in the Matrix? Okay, so it's taken me a while to come to terms with what happened.

And even now, I'm left with more questions than answers. I'm hoping that by sharing this story, someone may say, hey, that happened to me too, or perhaps I can gain some insight into the nature of reality itself. And if not, maybe get to you. this story out into the world will do something good for my mental state. Let me start by giving just a little bit of background, probably not fully relevant. At the time that this happened, I was a university student living off campus with a couple of roommates. We were all pretty close, and would often hang out together when we had free time.

Our apartment was situated in a fairly quiet residential neighborhood, and I would frequently walk to and from camps. which took about 20 minutes at most. One day, I had a late-night study session at the library, and I decided to head home around a bit before midnight. The streets were obviously deserted, and the only sound was the distant hum of traffic on the highway. As I made my way through the familiar streets, just making my short trip from point A to point B,

I kept getting this really weird feeling like something was off. It felt like I was being watched or stared at. I chalked it up to my overactive imagination and the eerieness of the empty streets and just continued on my way. As I approached an intersection, I noticed a woman standing on the opposite corner. I couldn't make out all of her details, but she had shoulder-length brown hair and a beige coat. I didn't recognize her, but I could tell that there was something unsettling about her presence. She seemed to be looking straight at me, and as our eyes met, I kind of felt sick to my stomach.

I shook it off and just went ahead across the street, as I was planning and continued on. However, as I rounded the next corner, I was met with a sight that made my heart skip a beat. That same woman was standing on the opposite corner, staring directly at me. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was no way that she could have reached that corner before me.

At this point, I was really feeling a bit uneasy, so I decided to take a detour and cut through an alley that would lead me to a different, more populated street. I hoped that by changing my route, I could shake this odd feeling. Unfortunately, my plan did not work. Once again, at the next intersection, I ran into that same woman, and every time she would look up and stare at me and give me that same nauseous feeling. By this point, I was starting to panic.

I felt like I was trapped in some kind of messed up loop. It was seriously impossible for me to have run into this same person like this at numerous intersections, and honestly the night air was starting to feel oppressive and suffocating. It was likely just panic, but it felt like I was being crushed under the pressure of the air. At this point, I decided to just make a run for it to get back to my home. I sprinted down the street, my heart pounding in my chest, and I struggled to take deep breaths. I swear I could feel the woman's presence behind me, like she was chasing me as fast as I was running, but she was never there behind me. after sprinting at full speed,

I ended up getting to a park that was connected to the property where our apartment was, and it was almost relieving. I knew what this was. I knew that this was close to home and that I was done. As I paused to catch my breath, I kept getting this weird urge to look back, and I really didn't want to, but I felt that I had to.

I did. And of course, at the back edge of the bottom, park opposite from where I had entered, she was standing there, staring at me. To say that I was freaked out would be an understatement. I said screw it and ran to my building just thinking that getting home would be enough to break me away from this lady. When I arrived at my apartment, my roommates were still awake, and I immediately shared my story with them.

They listened with a mix of concern and disbelief, and we spent the rest of the night discussing various theories about what could have caused this glitch. One of them suggested that it could have been an hallucination. Or maybe it was a set of triplets out there just really messing with people. But my other roommate was more into thinking that it was some kind of paranormal encounter or weird alternate dimension stuff. I don't know which it was, but it definitely felt more paranormal. Hence, why I'm saying this was likely a glitch of some sort.

It was like that woman was some kind of real-life agent Smith or something, just watching me. In the days that followed, I was perfectly fine. But the memory of that woman kept kind of messing with me. I kept feeling like I should look over my shoulder and then she would be there. I only saw someone that looked like her one other time, had a Walmart of all places, but this woman didn't pay any attention to me at all. She was shopping, and she didn't notice me, so I don't think that she was the woman from that night. As time has gone on, I've become much less paranoid, but I still have so many questions.

Who the hell was that woman? Why was she staring at me? And what was pretty much everything else that happened about that night? It was a really weird, terrifying glitch for me to go through, and I will honestly never first. forget how it made me feel to see her, and how each time it honestly felt worse. I may never know the answers to my questions, but one thing is certain. My encounter with the woman has seriously changed the way that I view reality. I now find myself questioning the very nature of our existence, and the delicate balance

that holds our world together. And I can't help but wonder if, one day, I'll once again find myself. coming up to an intersection, looking up, and see her standing there again. I have a running list of what I believe are glitches in the Matrix. They're not the most exciting, just kind of, huh, moments. My commute to work is approximately 45 minutes each way. I've been making this drive for six years. It's a boring stretch of interstate that I could probably drive in my sleep.

About a year ago, I began noticing that I saw the exact same cars every day. That isn't weird. What is strange is that they were all black or white cars. Often there would be two or three of the same maker model and color of car truck in a row. I checked the tags and they were similar but not identical. I shrugged it off as a weird coincidence, and then I said out loud to the Matrix, I suppose. I would really like to see a car in some color other than black or white. Then, coming from the opposite direction, I see a green car.

So I start naming the colors of cars that I would like to see just to see what happens. Again, out loud, I asked to see red, blue, purple, and pink. I see them all. The purple car was parked at a used car lot. The pink one was a cell phone company vehicle. I'm sure you know which company. I regularly play this game on my drive to work now. Second story.

My adult daughter recently bought Clemianaze, which, as an aside here, as Raven, I wanted to say that Clemianase is apparently mayonnaise with clams in it. I had to go Google that to figure out what it was, because I did not believe that clemionese was going to be a thing. Anyways. She bought it to get special cards for cards against humanity. In the container there was a card to get a free pearl.

She got the tiny pearl in the mail and sent a picture of it in our family chat. She put the pearl in her jewelry box and forgot about it until she got a second pearl in the mail. She thought that the company had made a mistake until she couldn't find the first pearl. It had disappeared from her jewelry box. It was in a plastic bag and had just ceased to exist. The second pearl was identical to the first. one. We all remember her sending the picture, and it's still in our chat history, but the original pearl has not been found. Also, Shannon, the aside here at the end, is specifically

for you. How was the Clemannes? Is it any good? I like fried clams, but I don't really like clams. I'm just curious, that's all. I have what I guess is a pretty minor glitch, but it was definitely bizarre enough for me to think that sharing it was a good idea. I've heard and read a lot of these glitch stories, and honestly, I think the small ones, like the one that I experienced, are the most scary, mostly because it seems like they could happen at any time to anyone. Don't get me wrong, I love hearing the stories about quantum immortality and such, but the small ones, where the seemingly mundane thing seems to happen, to me, are the scariest. I'm actually still trying to fully wrap my head around what

exactly it was that happened to me. A few weeks ago, I was sitting in a local coffee shop, waiting for a few of my friends to arrive. We like to all get together once a week and hang out for a couple of hours with a cup of coffee. On this particular morning, they were rather busy. So, I had grabbed the table in the corner, near the front of the front of the first. of the building where the windows were that were open to the sidewalk. Basically, from where I was sitting, I could see everyone walking in, out, and past the building. Because I was the first person there, and I was just waiting, I was people watching as everyone walked either into the coffee shop

or passed it to get to the business next door. One of the people that I saw was a lovely-looking young woman that was walking towards the coffee shop, but looked like she was going to head past it. She was wearing a bright green jacket and a purple dress, and she had very vivid red hair that was tied back in a ponytail. I remember this outfit specifically, because I thought it looked really nice, and she honestly looked absolutely stunning,

and something about her just seemed friendly and approachable. Not that I was going to bug her or anything. She just had that aura about her. Like she was a nice and very vivacious person based upon the vividness of color that she was wearing. As she got closer to the window where I was sitting, something really weird started to happen, though. I won't say that she was at the window. She still had a ways to go to actually pass me, but she was getting closer. For lack of a better word, she completely started to glitch out.

I was watching her, but part of me felt compelled. held to look away. Like, I needed to not see her or what was going to happen. But I did watch. And it was actually kind of creepy. I felt like, as I was blinking, she was changing into a different person almost in real time. If I wasn't certain of my own health,

I would honestly think that I was having some sort of major hallucination. Because her face changed, her hair color changed, and her jacket changed. You know those cars that change color as you pass them? It almost felt like that kind of transition. Like she was one person, but as the light shifted, she turned into someone totally different.

Obviously, I was trying to process what the hell was happening, but by the time it fully hit me that she had become someone else, she was already walking past me. She went from having that warm, red, hair to having blonde hair. Her green jacket became black, and her face wasn't quite as inviting. Like, she went from a smiling and approachable person to someone that looked a bit more stern and serious.

I don't just mean that she changed emotions, but she completely changed how she looked. The only thing that remained the same was that purple dress. It was still purple by the end of all the... I actually got up and went to the restroom to get a grip on myself because I was thinking that maybe I was losing it. After splashing some water on my face and shaking it all off, I was certain that I just saw a person shift into another person right in front of my eyes. That's about all I was certain of.

I didn't know how or why, but I knew that that's what happened. It was nothing showing. of bizarre. And I feel like I saw something that I probably shouldn't have. Has anyone else ever experienced an event like this? I have never personally heard a glitch story like this, so if anyone else has, I would love some input. My father passed away over this past winter after a long battle with leukemia. He and I were close, and he actually passed away when my...

my fiancé and I were having some issues, and I had decided to spend the night at my parents' house. He wanted me to handle everything when he passed so that my mother wouldn't have to. He knew that she would be a mess, and knew that I could still maintain a strong exterior, even when being an emotional wreck on the inside. So, weirdly, it felt like he waited until I was there to die. And unfortunately, the image of him lifeless the next morning is something that I don't know if I'll ever get over. Anyway, I decided to stay with my mom for a while, through the holidays at least, and to help her adjust to being alone for the first time in 50-plus years.

I was staying in the one bedroom that was upstairs. She still slept in their bedroom on the main floor. My partner and I were still having issues, so I wasn't sleeping well. I was up late most nights, just stressed from all angles. I was also out of work at the time and stressing about interviews. One night, while I'm laying in bed watching TV, I get a text alert. When I look at my phone, I have a message from my mother that read, I know you're here with me.

That seemed like an odd 3 a.m. text, so I replied, Are you okay? I didn't get a reply, so I decided to go downstairs and check on her. She was asleep in her bedroom, snoring away. I was weirded out, but I figured I would just ask her in the morning if she remembered messaging me and then immediately falling asleep. Before heading back upstairs, I went to the kitchen to grab some water, and while passing through the living room,

I saw her phone charging on a side table. I grabbed my water, and I went back upstairs to double-check the timestamp on the message, thinking it had actually come through earlier or something. Maybe there was some kind of delay. And in the morning, I asked my mother about it, and she had no idea what I was even talking about. She went and grabbed her phone from the living room and seemed to be as freaked out as I was. We kind of laughed it off awkwardly and said that it was my dad reaching out from beyond the grave, and left it at that.

But it's always bothered me the way that it was worded. If my dead father were to text me, wouldn't it be, just know that I'm here with you, or I'll always be with you? Something along those lines. But instead, it said, I know you're here with me. As if I've died too, or am soon going to. Or it read like something a living person would say to the dead. I've thought, maybe he's in another timeline now,

where the family is all together. I just don't know. I think about this often because I have no explanation for receiving the text since the phone was in a room alone when I received a message from it. And even resolving to it being delivered much later than it was sent, I do believe my mother in her confusion about it. She doesn't use her cell much anyways, and was using it even less because she was overwhelmed,

by people calling her, and the house phone to check in on her. I just needed to get this off my chest, and see if there's any other interesting theories about what it meant. Like, maybe I'm dead. Maybe my dad is alive in an alternate universe. Where I used to work, there was a bar with a large cloakroom slash toilets. These were down the end of the bar where weird stuff. stuff had always happened.

Previously, a staff member's very young child had seen ghost children and asked why they were laughing at him, and why the man there was looking at him. They'd been the only ones in the building. Laughter has been heard in the empty toilets

when a member of staff checked around before locking up, and the shadows of feet seen walking past in the light under the closed door. However, in the many years that I have worked there, I had never personally experienced anything odd until this occurrence. During lockdown, the owner had taken the opportunity to redecorate, and we all pitched in to help.

The ladies' toilets had already been repainted and retiled, and the owner had been putting up decorative finishing touches. I went in to use the facilities, and as I was about to leave the cloakroom area, I noticed the owner had put up a new, very large, gold ornate mirror next to the door. It was big, and so striking that it stopped me in my tracks and surprise. I just wasn't used to seeing a mirror there. It was then that I noticed my reflection, and that my gold chain necklace was missing.

I always wear a gold chain. It's fairly long, the box-shaped links catch the light, and are reasonably sized. We're not talking missing. Mr. T size here, but it's not a fine chain either. I was wearing a lowish scoop neck top that day, and had short hair at the time, so its absence was obvious against my skin. The fastening on the chain had been a bit dodgy for a while, but I'd fixed it before

lockdown, but the repair wasn't great, and it needed redoing when things reopened, so I assumed it had fallen off. kicking myself for still wearing it before I had gotten it fixed properly, I retraced my steps and checked in the toilet stall. No joy. So then I turned around to head back to the door, passing the mirror to head into the bar to try to find it. Reaching for the door handle,

it was then that I had that feeling that you get when someone standing behind you puts a necklace around your neck to fasten it, the feeling of cold metal on my skin. I turned and looked back in the mirror, and there it was. I still cannot rationalize this. It was just not there. There was no hiding place, like in my hair or behind clothes or whatever, and then it was just back.

The usual stuff to mention, I was not under the influence of anything, and it was first thing in the morning, so I wasn't really tired. But glitch in the Matrix? Faulty new mirror? Who knows? The chain has been fixed now, just to make sure. So, this glitch that I witnessed happened in June of 2022 when I was on a work trip. It still bothers me, and it makes me question it to this day. I work as a private stewardess on board a motor yacht.

This job requires me to travel very often, so I spend a lot of time at Atlantis Resort on Paradise Island in the Bahamas. One day, when I was off, my crew and I decided to go to the beach that is part of the Atlantis Resort. Only people staying at the hotel or marina can access it. It was myself and two of my other crewmates who decided to go. Our boat was docked in the Marina Village, part of the resort, but the beach was about a 20-minute power walk through the hotel and casino and breezeways outside. So we left the boat, and the first place we had to walk through was the casino.

Mind you, there are a lot of stairs to climb just to get into it, probably about 50 and many other stairs throughout the walk. These two crewmates are good friends of mind, and we're always talking and making jokes with each other. We talked pretty much the entire walk. As we were walking through the casino, I noticed a lady, maybe in her mid-30s, standing near a machine, with a stroller and digging through her purse looking for something. She stood out to me because I really liked the athletic dress and gym shoes that she was wearing. Although, I usually like a lot of people's outfits, so it wasn't a weird thing for me to notice.

I didn't feel the need to point her out to my crewmates because they were both guys, and they wouldn't appreciate her outfit as much as I did. The three of us continue walking at a swift pace through the casino, the lobby, and the outside breezeway paths, with many random stairs. Eventually, after a solid 15 minutes of walking, we approach the Kids Arcade slash daycare center. And as we walked past it, I was shook. The woman in the athletic dress and stroller was in front of us waiting in line at the daycare, as if she had been standing there for a while. In my mind, I thought that there was no way she could have gotten there before we did. There's just no way.

There were way too many stairs for her to have done that by herself, especially with a stroller with a small child in it. What gets me is that it seemed as if she was standing there waiting for a bit. I thought about when we walked past her in the casino. She was rummaging through her purse, looking for a phone or something, and she had no intentions of leaving right after we passed. I didn't say anything to my crewmates when we walked past her because I was making sure that it was definitely her.

As soon as we walked past, one of my crewmates goes, Is it just me? Or was she in the casino when we left? I could not have been happier that he said that, because it was confirmation that I wasn't the only one who witnessed this. He and I both noticed her, and thought of the exact same reasonings as to how it would have been impossible for her to have beat us there. It was a really strange coincidence, and I just don't think that she could have walked faster than the three of us, especially with a stroller to push and carry up and down the stairs.

Since we spend so much time at Atlantis, we are for sure certain that the way we walked is the fastest way to get there. If there were any shortcuts, we would know about them. He and I still talk about how weird that encounter was. The whole time we were at the beach, we were discussing how the only logical explanation was that it had to be a glitch in the Matrix. Has anyone else experienced this or something very similar? It bothers me so much, and I need to know the truth. my dog was whining to go outside.

Mind you, it was about 3.30 in the morning, so I let him out, into my fenced yard, and I stand at the door so that he can do his business. He goes to the side of the house normally, so I don't think much of it, but after a minute I call for him because it's cold and I want to sleep. The way that my fence is set up, it runs the length of my house, but stops at the back and has a gate to go from the front or side yard to the backyard. The gate stays closed with a padlock, and it's about eight foot tall. The reason that I'm worried is because I clearly saw my dog go to the right side of my house

when I let him out, and when I called for him, he immediately popped out from the left side. There's absolutely no way that I would not have seen him cross in front of me, since I was kind of hurrying him. And also, when he was whining to go out, he was jumping around and happy. But after he came back, he stopped in front of my steps and sat down and just stared at me. This is very unusual for him. I had to go out and basically coax him back into the house, where he sat and stared at me from across the room until I put him into his room.

Am I crazy? Or did I just let something in my house? that's not my dog. Did things just glitch and he happened to just be on the other side after? He's been acting weird since he's come inside. An update. My dog is going back and forth between the two doors to my bedroom and sniffing around them. This is not his normal behavior since he knows he's not allowed in my room.

And update two. My dog and I had a conversation, and I think that we agreed, that if he is a skinwalker, he'll switch out with my real dog every once in a while. Oh, and he won't kill me. This glitch, for me, it could have killed me or badly injured me, but keep in mind, I felt no pain. So let's start. There was this spinning thing on the playground,

and this was back when I was four or five years old. I was spinning pretty fast. my hands let go and I was launched back. I landed on my feet in my hands with my back facing the ground, kind of like a crab walk. Well, when I landed, the top half of my body, like from the belt up, spun a full 360. My feet are still not off the ground, so after my top half of my body did the 360,

my bottom half did it. When my top half was done, I saw my bottom half. half, belt and below, and the legs didn't spin. My hips did. My legs were still in the bent position. I looked like an action figure. When my bottom half was done, my head spun a full 360 like an owl. I stood up perfectly fine. I felt more bendable and way better, but I was wondering what happened. The first thing to come to mind was that my legs and how I was standing, Then I remembered my torso, and how am I breathing? Then I remembered my head last, and then when I did remember, I felt like I got pale.

But I continued on about the day like normal, because, for some reason, in a school playground full of kids, no one saw this happened. I still think of it today, and it's been over a decade since then. I remember how terrified I was. I'm sure that a camera saw it, but I still think of it today, but it's been over a decade since then. sure that a camera saw it, but whoever sees it will be scared too because it only lasted for about a second. This is the only scary one I have.

I have a strange one that wouldn't be scary if you saw it in person like I did, but let me know if you wouldn't hear another one of my stories. Hey, Raven, I've been listening to your Glitch in the Matrix stories for some six months now, and I truly wondered at first if something like this even exists. But, having experienced a small glitch yesterday, I think that more spiritual people can experience bigger and apparently impossible glitches. So, my story revolves around a candy. I go to school and there's a weird canteen lady who gives candies instead of the change.

So, on Friday, she gave me two candies in return for my eight rupees and change. I'd put them in the frontmost pocket of my school bag and didn't open the bag to take them out until Sunday morning. So, there I was in my bedroom with my mother. We were just talking, and I started complaining to her about the canteen lady when I remembered about those candies. I walked up to my bag, which I usually keep on top of my books, on a table in my room.

I forgot in what pocket I had kept them, and at first, I searched in the second to the front pocket. Now, a friend of mine had her birthday a few days ago, and in that pocket was another candy, which this friend had given to me. I took it out as well, and then opened the frontmost pocket. I clearly saw those two canteen candies. I clearly remember taking them out.

Yes, I admit that I was a little absent my pocket. minded as I was talking to my mom, but I know that I had all three candies in my fist. I was closing the zipper when I suddenly felt a slight emptiness in my fist. I opened it, and there were only two candies. The birthday girls won, and then one of the canteens. At first I thought I had dropped the other canteen candy. I searched in every area where I thought it might be, under the table, inside the dust been on the side, under and behind the adjacent cupboard, between the piles of books, and I even

double-checked those two back pockets. I found it nowhere. My mom suggested that I should ask the maid to find it when she would be cleaning the floor. I did ask her, but she didn't find it either. That candy just disappeared, right from inside my fist. So I wonder, has it gone back? Has it gone back? to the weird canteen lady? I don't know if this was a glitch or paranormal. It was 2005, a little over a year after my grandmother had passed away from pancreatic cancer. At this time, I was finishing up my 12th grade year

and an adult education that is located in my hometown, which is in Michigan. Growing up, I was extremely close with my grandmother, and the house that we lived in had two. two full houses, an upstairs with its own appliances, and a much bigger downstairs with its own appliances, plus a huge spooky basement. My mom lived upstairs, and I chose to live downstairs with my grandmother. During this time, my mom was mostly doing drugs and selling them. She had very little time for me, so my grandmother became my backbone, and we had a great

connection. My mom was there, sort of. She mostly gave me things, but we never really hung out, and it sucked. So, to bring this glitch story back on subject, I'll start here. After my grandmother passed away, I was devastated and depressed, especially since we lost the home that I grew up in and all my memories were there. The only memories I had now were the things that my grandmother left behind. In this case, it was a pair of double-sided gold hoop earrings, whom my aunt that passed away had purchased for my grandmother for a special occasion. I can't remember what the special occasion was. I cherished the earrings and often received many compliments. On this particular day, I had worn the earrings to the adult education school that I was going to, and because it was an

adult education, they let you do anything for a credit. I chose to cook and serve lunch to the other students and staff. The school was old, but pretty clean and well kept in the kitchen area, and there were two big huge mirrors on the wall before you exit the cafeteria area slash gymnasium. I know you're wondering what this has to do with anything and where the story is going, but please, pair with me. After the lunch was made, because it was self-serve, I decided to eat while everyone else was eating, but I stayed in the kitchen area while everyone else was, of course, in the cafeteria.

I finished my food and decided to look into the big mirrors that were in the kitchen to make sure that my face was clean, but most importantly I made sure that both of my earrings were also on. I leave the kitchen, walk through the cafeteria, and into the hall to socialize with my friends. Before I could get far, this guy grabs me, scoops me off of my feet and wrestles me around, and then finally puts me down. I punch him a few times as he laughs, and I immediately check my ears, and one of my earrings was missing. So at this point, I'm furious, and I'm hitting him even more. Lunch is over, and yet my earring is nowhere to be found. I never went back to class, though.

I retraced all of my steps and went on a two-hour journey of looking for this missing earring. I was so upset. I searched all the halls, shook out my clothes, and checked the bathrooms. I searched the entire school. It was so frustrating. I lost an expensive earring that was my grandmother's. I moped and realized at this point that it was useless.

I was outside, anticipating my mom's arrival to pick me up from the adult education center, and she was already late and most of my friends had left. It was springtime, so the weather was decent. She pulled into the parking lot, and I stepped into the vehicle, but before I could sit down, there was the earring, laying on the passenger's side of the floor towards the front, area. I was extremely confused. I asked my mom if she saw it in her car and she said no, and then continued on by saying that she had just dropped off my aunt, and she didn't see it either.

I told my mom what happened, and she really didn't have much to say, but in the back of my mind, I'm wondering what just happened. How was this possible? I remember feeling and seeing both of my earrings in my ear before walking into that hallway that day, and before I had checked my ears multiple times that day just to be safe. Because these earrings, they have sentimental value to me, and they were expensive. I wasn't wearing any other jewelry that day besides a bracelet. So, the only other explanation is still not a good one, which was that I was wearing one earring the whole day and didn't realize it. But if, if I was, I was wearing one earring the whole day and didn't realize it. But if so, how did I see the earring in the mirror?

Was I seeing and feeling things that weren't there? I did smoke marijuana, but it never made me see things that weren't there, and on that particular day I wasn't on any substances. And I've never liked drinking. I'll never be able to explain this event that occurred. I know I'm not crazy, and I remember specifically what I saw, and what I felt. I'm happy to have the earring back, but I've never worn them since that day, and I let my older sister put them away in a safe. I'll always have this fear of losing those earrings, and I don't think I'll ever wear them again. So, was this a glitch?

Or did something paranormal happen? Either way, I'm just thankful it was in my favor. Sorry for this being such a lengthy story, but I wanted to provide as many details as possible. I do thank you all for listening, as this possible glitch was in my favor, and I hope all of yours are too. The story takes place in 2020, and since this event, I have not been the same. Since my best friend Mike was my oldest friend since I was five, and was 33 now, I can remember this like it was today. I heard a knock on my door and saw that it was Mike. But I have never seen Mike this upset in my life.

So I asked, How are you, brother? He doesn't answer. It was an awkward silence for a second, so I look at his face, and he looks devastated, sad, and lost, and he was stoic like me.

I don't even know where to begin. So I tell him to take his time and ask if he wants a beer. He nods, it composes himself, and then he says, they're all gone. I asked who. He responds with, Everyone.

Mike had two girls and a wife and they'd been married since 2010, happily, and me being shocked thinking she left and took the kids, so I started comforting with the hug and asked what happened. After about 30 seconds,

he says, it started a week ago. I called my parents to tell them happy anniversary, and it wasn't them. It was an elderly couple that had just gotten the phones. And yesterday my wife constantly argued with me that we didn't have kids until I woke up,

and everything changed. They vanished. Out of shock, I say, you're joking. But if he was, I would have known it. He had this look of deep sadness and dread on his face that I've never seen before or since. He looked me right in the eyes and said, something I'll never forget.

I'm doomed. That gave me the chills. If this was a prank, it was an elaborate one, and had no payoff. But how was this possible? I believed him, and I offered him a smoke because we both needed one at this time. He wasn't a smoker, though, and I only smoked socially, and I only smoked socially. So I give him one, and a minute later he leaps on to me and burned me. I was like, what the hell are you doing? That hurt.

He sits down and then enjoys his cigarette and says, I'm sorry, but please don't forget me. At that moment, I got over it. This man was my brother in every sense of the word. Crashier tonight, I said. And after an hour of trying to get him down, I'm ready for bed. I get him some covers and tell him good night,

and he says, I love you, bro. And I say it back to him. The next morning, I go out to check on him, and he's gone. So I'd check out to see his Jeep, but it's gone too. I'm perplexed. So I eat, grab my phone, scroll through my contacts. His number is not in my phone, which isn't possible.

Nobody can get into my phone because it's fingerprint protected. So where did it go? I start pacing, and after a while, I think, to myself, was this a prank? Where did he go? Did he vanish too? So, I decide to go to his house, thinking to myself, there has to be a logical reasonable explanation here. I get to his house, and I knock. An older woman, with gray hair and glasses, and a tiny dog answers the door, and says, Can I help you?

I try to stay friendly, and I say, is Mike here? She looks confused. It says, No, there's no Mike here. I'm shocked. I close the door and say, thank you, ma'am.

I'm just confused. What was happening right then? How was he here yesterday and then gone off the earth the next? After an hour, I think to myself, you know what? I'll go look at my scrapbook at my mother's house, and I did.

But I'm terrified. There was no Mike in my scrapbook. It still gives me chills to this day. I try not to think about the fact that I have all of these memories of somebody that was mysteriously blinked out of existence. Maybe he did exist but was moved to a different timeline, or just a glitch. I don't know. But I do know that as chilling as this sounds,

I still do have a mark on my arm where he burned me. This is one of the somewhat silly yet still unexplainable glitches that I've experienced. My boyfriend and I went to a Pink Floyd Laser Light Show. Yes, we're dorks get over it. And there were two acts to the show. The ushers gave everyone two different pairs of paper visual effect glasses, one for each act. We each received one black pair, which had the Dark Side of the Moon album art on it,

and one white pair, which had the graphics from the Wall album. I was, accidentally, given two of the white pairs along with one black. At the end of the show, my boyfriend was looking for his pair of black glasses. He wanted to keep them as a free souvenir, and he didn't like the white ones as much. As we exited the dark theater, he realized he had somehow ended up with both, of my white pairs of glasses. His black ones were nowhere to be found. I had already discarded my own.

He shrugged and pocketed both the white ones anyways. Better than nothing. I decided to buy a T-shirt on the way out, so he stood by the exit doors and waited for me. There was a large crowd at the merchandise stand, so I was there for about ten minutes. He remained in the same spot the whole time, just scrolling through Twitter.

Once I had purchased my t-shirt, I approached my boyfriend and reached for his hand so that I could hold it as we walked to the car. When he removed it from his pocket, he was shocked to find the missing pair of black paper glasses. All the more shocking, the white ones were suddenly nowhere to be found. I suppose it was a positive glitch. He got what he wanted, but it was creepy nonetheless. And for a second glitch this person had, they submitted it in the same submission. I've worked in the same large hotel for six years, since the very day that it opened. There are 19 floors and hundreds of staff members, but only two service elevators.

So, you can probably imagine that they need a whole lot of maintenance. They also have a nasty habit of malfunctioning. usually it's harmless, even familiar. There's a boom. The polite elevator voice says, This elevator is out of service. And then it starts right back up again as if nothing happened. But every once in a while, someone will get stuck.

And depending on what the problem is and how quickly help arrives, it could be a little while before they see the light of day again. There are, of course, fail safes in modern elevators to prevent them from dropping you 19 floors to her ultimate doom. But it's still frightening being trapped inside of a giant metal box, hundreds of feet above the ground. It happened to me once. I got stuck on the 17th floor, but I didn't panic. I knew that the chief engineer, and potentially also the fire department,

would be on the way to set me free as soon as possible. So I waited patiently. But what I didn't know was that the entire building had lost power, not just the elevator. So shortly after the gears locked up, the lights also turned off. There's a different kind of darkness that exists within the thick metal walls of a dead elevator, where there are no natural sources of light. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face.

Everything was quiet and still and black. It was off-putting, to say the least. And suddenly, the number display lit up again. It read V-12. That was very strange because I've never seen the letter V anywhere on the display before, and I certainly was not on the 12th floor. But before I could make sense of it, the doors opened with a mechanical whoosh. My jaw dropped.

I was in the lobby. For six years, I've been writing, the same shifty, shaky elevators. And I'm accustomed to the sound of the heavy doors sliding open, the shuttering noises in the shafts, and the very noticeable jerk that happens below your feet as an elevator begins to move. There is nothing smooth, quiet, or subtle about these old machines.

Therefore, there is absolutely no way that I could have unknowingly descended from the 17th floor all the way to be. to the lobby. It just isn't possible. I did not feel one single jolt, did not hear one clank. I felt like I was emerging from a horror movie, and suddenly, I couldn't help but imagine what sinister things might have been lurking there with me in the impenetrable darkness, while I vulnerably waited for assistance.

Maybe it was a glitch in time, or space, or something else altogether. Suffice to say, I can now understand why some people are afraid of elevators. Okay, this might get a little long, but I'm trying to include as much detail as possible. Seven and a half years ago, I, 42, female, opened a bar slash restaurant. There was a little alcove area sort of set back from the main dining room, I decided to hang wallpaper in the alcove, the thick type that looks like tin tiles, if you paint it properly. I hung the wallpaper myself,

and while I do most of the design and decoration work in my bars, I'm not incredibly good or exacting at some of the tasks, even though the end product is usually fine. The alcove, maybe 10 foot by 8 foot, had three walls. Instead of a fourth wall, it just opened up into the dining room, and had two electrical outlets, one on the left wall and one on the right,

if you were standing inside the area with your back to the main dining room. I papered the left wall first, kind of haphazardly. I held a strip of wallpaper up to the section with the outlet, and I made a vague outline of where to cut the wallpaper, so that the outlet would be accessible through it. Since I am the way that I am, I didn't line it up perfectly, but almost. And I had to redo the strip being more careful that time.

I worked my way around the walls clockwise, and about an hour later I got to the second outlet. I was tired, so I made myself measure twice cut once. so the second outlet would properly line up the first time. While I was meticulously measuring, my buddy John, 42, male, came over to the space to check on my progress. He is way better at home improvement stuff than me,

and as soon as he walked into the future restaurant, he laughed, because he knew that I had messed up the first outlet. I admitted that I had been impatient, messed up and was trying to get the second outlet to work right the first time. Fast forward four and a half-ish years. COVID shutdown was in full effect, and John was helping me work the to-go food pickup window.

We'd converted to to-go only like a lot of restaurants. The unused dining room became a warehouse and storage space of sorts, and we used it for dry food prep and for staging pickup orders. One day I was making some new menus, and John was working the pickup window. I was trying to plug my laminator into the leftmost alcove outlet, but since the dining room was full of dry goods boxes and supply tables, there wasn't anywhere to sit the laminator where its relatively short cord would comfortably reach the left outlet. John saw me looking for a way to arrange stuff, and he said,

just plug it into the right outlet, the good wallpaper one. We laughed because even though I'd worked so hard on that second outlet, I ended up just shoving a couch against it, and it had not been used since the restaurant opened. So, I moved the couch away from the wall a bit, and you guessed it. No outlet. No cut in the wallpaper, no patch, nothing.

I called John over, and we just sort of stared at the space where we knew the outlet was. Nothing we came up with satisfied the confusion. I even called my perfectionist, amateur handyman, dad, and asked him if he remembered an outlet there. And, of course he did, because I had told him about my attempts to eyeball the first one, and he jokingly reminded me that he had raised me better than that. Three years later, we all still mention this from time to time. Any ideas? This isn't a glitch that happened directly to me,

but it makes me grateful that I'm in the universe with a happy ending. My dad just told me something that happened to my grandma. My grandma has Parkinson's disease, which causes her to walk very wobbly. Given how her bones have become weaker from the disease, if she were to significantly fall down, things would not be good. About a year ago, my grandma was walking down the stairs to her basement,

and when she was three steps from the bottom, she fell down the stairs. But, in the blink of an eye, she was just sitting on the floor normally. Completely fine. Not in any pain, no blood, just completely fine. I wonder, what if she did fall, pass away in a different timeline but was transferred to the universe that I'm in? She says that it was her guardian angel looking out for her, but I think it may have been quantum immortality, until it's her destined time to go.

This adds to my theory that every human lives a beautiful life until they're in their 90s or 100s, when it's time to peacefully pass. I'll try to keep this short. I used to travel a lot for work, and that involved flying out of O'Hare Airport in Chicago. It's always so busy, especially in the mornings. Some context. In the United Airlines Terminal there,

there is a separate Concourse C that requires you to go down a long escalator through a 300-yard tunnel, and then up another escalator onto the Concord. course. This is the only way to get there from the rest of the airport, and it takes roughly three or four minutes to make the trip from one side to the other. One morning, I had just gotten through security and was running a bit late. So I was headed straight to my gate on the sea concourse. As always, there were tons of people, but as I was walking to the entrance to the tunnel, I saw a couple walking towards me. They had just come up from the tunnel on the escalator.

The guy was shorter in a bright yellow flatbill hat, had thick black glasses, and was wearing bright blue sneakers. His girlfriend had very bright red hair and was slightly taller than him, so they stood out to me as being more memorable. I didn't think much of it. I immediately continued down the escalator into the tunnel to get to my gate. There are moving walkways in the tunnel that I used just to be quicker, and as I was coming up on the other side, and stepping off the escalator,

I saw the exact same couple walking towards me to get onto the escalator to go down. The hat, the sneakers, the glasses, the hair, everything. They were so unique looking to me that there's no way it could have just been a similar-looking couple. There is no way that they could have turned. turned around and gotten back ahead of me either, or gotten back to the other side that quickly any other way. So, was this a glitch? A replication in the simulation? Did I jump back in time a couple of minutes, or did they?

I still have no explanation for this. This is an unexplained phenomenon from about five years ago. My partner and I took a road trip from Florida to North Carolina and decided to drive straight through. We stopped once or twice for gas, and the car was always monitored by one of us. We had two suitcases in the back, and mine was at the bottom. When we arrived in North Carolina, we both had the distinct feeling that there was no way 10 hours had passed. We both kept exclaiming that it felt like we went through a time portal, and we were confused at how quick the car ride felt.

I remember actually trying to recount the audiobooks that we listened to and to piece together how it was possible that ten hours had passed. Well, we arrive at the place that we're renting, and we put our suitcases in the room. While I'm in the shower, I hear my partner exclaiming and freaking out. I get out of the shower to see what it's about. He's crouching over the suitcase utterly confused. The zipper is sealed shut with a plastic loop and two tiny metal keys.

Like the keys that come with a diary, or perhaps a tiny lock on a brand new suitcase. There was no way to open the suitcase without breaking the plastic loop. He starts freaking out and asking the people in the house that we were renting if they were playing a trick on us. They look at us like we're crazy. Finally, we opened the suitcase, and all my stuff is still in it. Okay, well, first of all, my suitcase was on the bottom of the two suitcases.

Someone would have had to have gotten into our car while we weren't looking, and, like I said, we never really left the car, and put this plastic loop with keys on it. and then why would they choose the one on the bottom? And who would do this? This was an old suitcase that I had used many times, so it's not like something that I just never noticed was there. Second, even if it was, it was sealing the zipper closed.

And I had even grabbed a sweater out of my suitcase during the trip. This is just a completely unexplainable mystery. Glitches have happened to me a lot in my recent experiences. I saw an airplane in the sky that was not moving twice in my lifetime. I saw a person pass by

and then saw them again pass by, like as if they were on a loop. Three weeks ago I was waiting for the public bus and I saw it coming down the street. It stopped at a light, and it drove past a tall and not so wide bush, but it never turned onto my road, and it never continued down the road that it was traveling on. I asked the boy behind me if he saw the bus, and he said no that he was playing a game on his phone, and then he checked the time.

He said that it wasn't coming yet, that it would be there in seven minutes. I looked back at the same road, and here it was, coming back down. down the road again. It stopped at the light, and when it finally started to move forward behind that tall but not so wide bush, it again did not come out of the other end. That's when I realized that something was happening. Yesterday I was chilling in my room, and I heard my door creep open slowly, and someone walking down the stairs slowly.

I could hear their hand rubbing on the wall to keep balance. I locked myself in my room and I could hear the person start walking slowly in my kitchen. I texted my father and asked if he was the one who came into my house, since he was the only one with my key, knowing that I locked the door, and he said no. I asked him to come to my house right then. In only a few moments, he showed up at my house. I came out of my room and I quickly scanned every inch of my house.

No one. but my dad said my door was unlocked. He left, and we both made sure that the door was locked, and I locked myself in my room. Thinking about what I'd heard, I realized that that's how I myself come into my own house, late at night, so as to not disturb the neighbors in the building. So now I'm left to believe that this was a glitch.

I believe I heard another me walk into my own house. Hi, Raven. First, I would like to apologize because English is not my first language, so it'll be a little hard to explain what happened to me. I found your podcast channel on Spotify around a month ago. I especially enjoy your glitch stories. I have to admit that I felt relieved that I'm not alone. Most of my family and friends think that I'm crazy because these weird situations happen to me all the time.

The most unsettling situation that I can't explain was around two months ago. At that time, I was in my dorm studying for exams. I was nervous, so I took a walk for groceries. I took my big black backpack with me, locked my dorm up, and unzipped my wallet. There was also a little pocket with a zip, so I put the key in it. First, I would also like to inform you that I have OCD, so I'm always checking things again and again, where I put items, if I locked the doors, etc. In this little pocket in my wallet, I always keep a USB with my schoolwork, and also my key.

This is important information. Sorry for the long text of explaining, but please bear with me. I put my wallet into the backpack and walked outside. At the grocery store, everything went as normal. As I was paying for my stuff, I removed my wallet and paid with my card, and then immediately put my wallet in the front pocket of my backpack. I was buying a lot of stuff and not everything fit in my bag, so I asked for a paper bag.

When I got back to my dorm and unzipped my wallet and the little pocket in it to take the key, I froze. The key that I needed was there, but the USB was missing. Inside my dorm room, I checked my whole wallet again and nothing. I put my wallet on a table and went over to my backpack and paper bag. Well, at that moment, I just wanted to evaporate. All of my important work was on it because my laptop was slow, and I expected it to break any time soon. Also, on the USB were pictures of my dog that passed away. I felt burning anxiety in my body.

I checked everything at least three times. I pulled every item from the bags, but nothing. There was no USB. To be certain, I continued to check my whole dorm room. I sat on a chair and spent ten minutes not blinking or moving in shock. I clearly remembered putting the key right next to the USB. I had a vivid image in front of my eyes. When I calmed down, but still with tears coming, I called my mom.

She advised me to go through my stuff again or to go back to the shop. At that moment, I was absolutely certain that, that it was lost, 100%. I decided to put what I had bought in my cabinets and in the fridge. As I was reaching for the last item from the paper bag, guess what? My USB. I was shocked, because I put everything out and back, and it was not there.

I was relieved, but it didn't make any sense. How did it get there? One, the paper bag was new. Two, I didn't unzip the little pocket in my wallet with a key and USB, as there was no reason to do so. And three, I put my wallet in my backpack. To this day, it does not make sense to me at all. I still talk to my mom about it, and she also can't process this weird thing that happened. How did my USB teleport from a zipped pocket in my wallet?

into a new paper bag. Why didn't I find it the first time? Or the second time? Or the third time when I was searching for it? Did my USB teleport, glitch, or... Was this an angel looking after me and somehow bringing my USB back to me? I guess I'll never know. I have a lot of stories that I'll submit to you in the future,

as I feel like this is the right place to share. and sending a lot of love to all listeners. Hello, Raven. I'm a huge fan of your videos, especially the glitch in the Matrix stories. I listen to these stories almost every day, and I always think that'll never happen to me. But today, proved me wrong. I had just gotten home from my mother-in-law's house and went to take a shower. I have a yellow razor that I use every time I shower.

I put it in the same spot, and I only pick it up when I use it, and then I put it right back. Well, tonight, I went to pick up my razor, and it wasn't there. I looked around in the shower, it wasn't there, anywhere. I thought that maybe my husband had accidentally knocked it over, and it had fallen on the floor, so I looked on the floor, and it wasn't there. I literally turned off the shower, got out, and looked at it. I looked everywhere for that razor. I asked my husband if he had seen it, and he said no.

I eventually gave up and went back to my cabinet to grab one of my other ones, and as soon as I turned around to get back into the shower, I saw my yellow razor sitting there, in the same spot that it's always in. I literally froze. I had just spent ten minutes looking for it. I had stopped my whole showering process just to look for it, and it just magically reappeared in the spot that it's always in.

I don't know how I could have possibly missed it if it was just sitting there the whole time. My husband told me that he thinks I just overlooked it, but I know I looked in that spot when I first went to grab it, and it wasn't there. Was this a glitch? This is a bit wacky. For context, my friend and I had brought our laptops and chargers to a class yesterday,

and then after we left the class, she realized that she didn't have it, her charger, and we looked around for it but couldn't find it. I don't remember putting anything in my backpack except my own charger and my homework. This morning, I don't remember taking out any chargers except for my own. I know it's mine because it isn't neatly wrapped up. So, this morning, there was no charger on the floor, nothing there. After school, I placed my backpack down with an eyesight of this mystery charger, and there's nothing there. I haven't even touched my backpack after I put it down this afternoon, and I definitely did not take out that charger.

But then a few minutes ago, there was a charger, neatly wrapped, lying with the name's side down on my floor. and it's neatly wrapped. I definitely don't remember neatly wrapping up a charger. So I pick up the charger and flip it around, and wouldn't you know it, bam, it's my friend's charger. My mom suggested that maybe it got stuck in a backpack pocket or something, but I never took any chargers out of my backpack except my own last night. And it would have been impossible for it to have gotten stuck in a pocket,

it anyways. If it was hanging off my backpack, then they would have seen it, considering she walked behind me in the hallway for a bit. Anyways, if one of us had accidentally packed it into my backpack, it would have gotten tangled with my charger and came out with it, which did not happen, because last night only my charger came out of the backpack. And even if it did, I wouldn't have placed it in the middle of the floor upside down. I have literally no explanation for how this happened, but at least I found their charger. A few years ago, I decided to spend a few days in New York, so as I'm preparing to leave, I do all the jobs that needed doing, washing, clearing the rubbish, etc.

On my return, I get ready to go back to work, and I can't find my name badge. It's two by one anywhere. I check all the flat surfaces, empty cupboards more than once, look under the bed. For the life of me, I cannot remember where I put it. And so I'll get charged for a new one if I can't find it. Fast forward three weeks, I see the bin in the kitchen needs emptying. So I take off the lid and remove the bin bag, and as I look at the bottom of the bin, there is my name badge, plain as day.

To this day, I still have no idea how it got there. as the bin is on the other side of the room from any of the other flat surfaces. I know that this is a short one, but something absolutely bizarre happened that I cannot explain for the life of me. Just for a little bit of context, I came off a night working 12 hours, and I know a lot of people listening may say you were probably tired and just misplaced my actions,

but in fact it was the opposite, as being my very last shift the night before, I like to stay up for a bit longer because, well, God knows why. Don't worry, that is important. I've been listening to your podcast, Raven, and I absolutely love them. At the time, I was listening to your Spotify podcast, as I've been trying to catch up on them. I would like to state that I live with my family,

and they were not home during the time of the Glit, and I had asked them later on with a confused, no, we weren't here on their face. I was laying in bed with my phone under the pillow, listening to your podcast, but this is where it gets weird. I woke up from passing out and being in a deep sleep for most of the day, and when I looked over at my phone,

it was on my bedside table and charging. I will say this again, that neither me nor my family had touched it, as I was still passed out cold. I'm still confused, but weirdly enough, I guess I thank The Matrix for looking out for me. This is my story, and thanks for listening. I'll start this by saying that my mom and I are superstitious, and we believe in the paranormal and weird stuff, or things such as glitches.

This happened to us yesterday, and we've told a few people, and they all think it's extremely weird and isn't possible. My mom and I were coming back from New York. We were on the highway and were going to take the Mansfield exits to go through town. All of a sudden, after a weird fog that lasted maybe 10 seconds, we were on this long road that we don't recognize. And the next exit is Sebring. Sebring is 18 minutes away from Mansfield.

Seabring is also an exit coming back from the opposite way, which is further into Pennsylvania, and nowhere near the New York border. We came up on the Sebring exits as if we were headed back from the opposite side of the state. We're both trying to put it together, and the last time we remember seeing was 420, of course, and we were never conscious of the time until it was 620. A few minutes after we got off at Sebring, we got off at Sebring, we got off. at the Elkland exit, one of the first exits right outside of New York. Before we got back on the highway towards the Mansfield exit, when we went through the

thick fog. I remember it because I said, holy crap, when I saw how thick it was. But our conclusion is that the fog did something to cause the glitch, and now we're just confused and missing an extra hour of our lives. To put it in perspective even further, coming back from New York, you almost immediately hit the Elkland exit. We got off there to go to a store, and we got back on to the highway so that we could get off at the Mansfield exit, which is a little bit after the Elkland exit. In order to get to the Sebring exit, we would have had to have passed two or three town exits. As I said, Sebring is 18 minutes away from Mansfield, and there's no way that we could have gotten there in the span of five minutes.

We came at the exit as if we were going back to Mansfield and Elkland. That's just impossible. We stayed on the highway, and we didn't make any turns or anything. It's just something that's really weird.