As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Vol 15 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: June 18, 2025

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I have two different glitch stories that happened about 10 years apart. The tree glitch. The first event happened before I ever knew what a glitch in the Matrix was. Before moving into our first home, my then-husband and I had taken a ton of pictures of the house and property to show our family. The house was a simple, single story, It had a huge pecan tree towering over the roof.

We soon bought the house, and the pictures were then forgotten to time, stored on the hard drive of a clunky, ancient laptop. We had been living in the house for about four years when I went searching through that same laptop. I don't remember what I was looking for, but I came across those pictures. So, indulging my ADD, I started clicking through that. them and enjoying the nostalgia. When one picture made me stop and stare in confusion, it was just a simple front view of the

house, but something was wrong. I stared and concentrated, but I just could not figure out what was off about the image. It took me longer than I'd like to admit to notice the glitch, but when I did, I felt like all of the air had been squeezed out of my lungs. The huge pecan tree in the backyard was gone. gone. Just gone. The tree had to be over 40 years old and was there before the house. They had built the house to accommodate this tree. So it could easily be seen over the roof from the front of the house. But in the picture, it was just gone. Like it had been photoshopped out, just poof, gone. I know that I keep repeating myself, but I was just so shocked. All the other photos had the tree included. It was only the one photo that was missing the tree.

I showed my ex and our friends, and they just shrugged and said the equivalent of an unenthused, Hmm, that's weird. I tried to express that this was beyond weird. It shouldn't be possible. But they all played it off like it was nothing out of the ordinary. Frustrated, I just gave up and tried to put it out of my head and went on with life. Still, it's always been in the back of my mind as an unsettling experience, and I really do wish I would have kept that laptop. And the alien ball story.

The second glitch happened just two years ago. Both of my boys were preteens at the time, and we were on a family vacation with my parents in Roswell, New Mexico. My parents had their hotel room, and my sons and I shared a separate one. The rooms were small and sparse. but clean and the price couldn't be beat. So we had no complaints. This was our last day in Roswell, and we were packed up and ready to head to our next destination.

Earlier in the week, my youngest had bought a ball from a souvenir shop. It was a bright, fluorescent green, plum-sized bouncy ball, with a classic gray alien face on it. My boys were each sitting on a bed, tossing the ball back and forth between them, just waiting to leave. I left the room to see if my parents needed help with any of their packing, and they said they were finished, so I turned right back around and went back into my hotel room.

That little trip took maybe 30 seconds, but I walked back into chaos. My oldest son was laughing so hard that he was almost crying, and my youngest, while also laughing, was rolling on the floor holding his ankle and, swearing, cussing out his older brother and flipping him off for good measures. Desperately trying to maintain a straight face, I asked what had happened. Apparently in the 30 seconds that I was gone, their game of gently tossing the ball

had turned into competitive dodgeball. My oldest son had gotten in a lucky throw, and it had hit his little brother directly on his ankle bone, and brought him down like a sack of potatoes. Once the boys had stopped laughing, I said that it was time to load up the car, so they began looking for the ball. I put their suitcases by the door and was doing a final sweep of the room, when I turned to see why they hadn't picked up their bags. They were still looking for the ball. I joined in because surely it had only rolled under something and they were just half-azardly looking. except gradually, the search became more and more ridiculously thorough.

It went from looking anywhere the ball may have naturally rolled to, to checking the closed bathroom and peeking behind furniture. That morphed into me stripping the beds and shaking everything out. I even checked outside, fully knowing that the timing would have been off for me to have opened the door at the exact moment for it to roll out. At this point, we were all grumbling about how the Matrix took it. My kids know that I like listening to glitch stories and occasionally listen with me. I'm a trusting mom, but also cynical, so I made them turn out their pockets to make sure that they were not pranking me. Nope, so back to searching.

When I say that we thoroughly searched, I mean it. There was no panic or rush, only determination to not be outmaneuving. by this strangeness. We weren't just throwing things around willy-nilly. First, I would look

at an area, then one son would come check the same area, and then my other son would come check the same area. I didn't care

who found it, just that it was found. Because I felt mocked. Since the disappearing tree incident still lived in my

head, I was determined to solve this. We lifted the mattresses, removed the nightstand drawers, and then completely moved the beds, nightstand, dresser, fridge. We looked under and behind everything, checked every square inch of that room in the adjoining bathroom. I even opened the fridge and freezer and checked behind the hanging TV. The suitcases were zipped up and ready to go when the ball vanished,

but I still unpacked, shook out. and then repacked everything. For some weird reason, I felt personally offended over a $5 ball. I was determined that we were not leaving the hotel until that damn alien ball was found. But eventually, we had to. There was just nowhere else to look.

The Matrix 1. I bought a 12-pack of that exact ball for my son for Christmas that year, so there are no problem. problems finding one now. I have what I consider a glitch of some sort from way back whenever I was a very young boy. This was a long time ago, and I'm not going to get into the actual numbers of how old I was. I would just say that this was a very different time than what we're in now. I was in elementary school, and, to put it delicately, I was of a different skin color than most of the people that went to this

school. And because of that, I was quite frequently picked on or bullied by some of the kids in my class. For the most part, I could handle it. My parents always gave me the Be Better Than Them speech and told me that I couldn't retaliate. But there were these two boys in particular that were absolutely nasty to me. I won't name them here, because they don't deserve to have their names even listed in this story. But I'll call them. them T and M. T and M were the two biggest boys in class. Both of them were overweight big, not like muscles big. Of course, this was elementary school, so it's not like anyone really had much of a build to them. They seemed to latch on to the fact that they could bully me and get

away with it for the most part, so that's exactly what they did, and they did it frequently. I was usually pretty good about looking over my shoulder and avoiding them, but I can't even begin to tell you how often they would find me when I was trying to stay away from them. Anyways, this isn't really about them being bullies. This is about the one time that's something strange that I can't explain happened to me, and it's actually what seemed to stop their bullying. In this particular instance, I had gone to the restroom as I normally would, And, of course, while I was doing what I needed to do, both T and M walked in together. I'm just standing there in a pretty awful way because I knew that this was not going to end well. I knew what they were likely going to do to me.

T walked over to me and said whatever bull that he said, and M went to check the stalls to make sure there was no one else in there. Of course there wasn't. It was just these two and myself, much to my misfortune. T starts to push me and taunt me M starts laughing at the whole thing and after getting shoved to the ground and kicked a few times M makes a comment saying that they should shove my head in one of the toilets

and see if I can breathe underwater. At this point, there wasn't really much that I could do to stop them. I was already pretty well beat up and I was much smaller than they were so no matter how much I struggled they were going to do what they were going to do. M grabs me to pick me up. T grabs my arms and they start shoving me into one of the first stalls. When out of nowhere a booming voice shouts from the back stall of the restroom,

put him down. We all three look, and the door to that stall is now shut. But I can see what look like church pants and shoes from under the stall wall. The two other boys pause for a moment to think about their actions. and the voice starts in again, saying, If you hurt that boy any more than you have or ever again, I will find the both of you and you will regret the day you were born. At this point, I think they were confused and freaked out.

They had absolutely checked the stalls. I watched M shove all the doors open to make sure there was no one there to stop their attack. And I knew that I was alone in the restroom before they walked in. T ended up just shoving me to the ground and the two of the boys nearly ran out of the restroom. Like something about this actually scared them. After they left, the man in the stall told me that I would be okay and that from that moment on they would never touch me again.

I started asking how he knew that, but when I blinked, he was gone. The stall door was now unlocked and open, and there were no feet under the door. I literally blinked and he just disappeared. I have no idea what that was. If it was someone from the future or another timeline coming back to help me out of this situation, if it was a guardian angel or what. But it saved me that day.

Much to my surprise, M and T never touched me again. They never even came near me. Whoever or whatever that was, it absolutely saved me, potentially saved my life, and it scared them enough to make them stop attacking me altogether. So I guess I should say thank you to The Matrix for sending that agent at that moment to protect me. I've never told this story to anyone,

but I've kept it in my mind since it happened in 1998. I just want to preface by saying that I've never held a belief in ghosts the afterlife or anything of the sort, either past or present. Even this event is not enough to make me believe ghosts are real. However, I do not have any material explanation for the event. It was mid-August, 1998. I was 22 years old and working a summer job at a gas station before heading back to school. I had started college late as I fumbled out for about a year or two after high school.

Anyways, on a nice warm summer night, cars would come and go. As we had a full-service pump, I'd walk out of my little storefront for every car and pump their gas. The weather was perfect, not too hot when normally it would be blisteringly hot at that time of the year. Around the side of the building were the entrances to the bathrooms. I headed that way to use the restroom when I saw two hippie-looking teens with a dog. a boy and a girl. I grew up listening to bands like The Grateful Dead and Fish, and still do, and while I don't present as a hippie, I feel very comfortable in those circles. I could tell that these kids had probably been hitchhiking, they didn't look destitute, but they were dirty and probably a bit hungry.

Even though I was probably no more than five years older than them, I felt bad and I wanted to help. I put a few bucks in the vending machine, bought them some snacks and drinks, and I gave the dog a bowl of water. They were very thankful, and the doggo was very friendly. We chatted for a minute, and then the boys said, The dog's not ours.

It was just hanging out here. He was friendly, so we just started playing with him and patting him. That was strange, of course, but not too crazy, right? Dogs get lost all the time. He was friendly and didn't look mistreated, so I just assumed that he had gotten lost. Oh, and he had a caller and tag. So cool, I could find his owner. And his name was Sam.

Important to note that he would respond to me calling him by his name, which was Sam. A car pulled up to the full-service pump, so I ran out and did my thing. Last I looked, the hippies and Sam were still hanging out. at this time sort of off to the side of the store, near where I first saw them. I finished up with the car and turned around to head back to the storefront. No hippies anywhere in sight. Nowhere. Just gone. Perhaps they had hitched a ride while I was turned around, but it was only for a minute.

When I walked out to the street, I could see quite a ways in both directions. They were nowhere to be seen. This is the last I saw of the two hippie kids, and I hope they're okay. Sam was still there, but it was getting late. I wanted to help, so I decided to call the local police, who gave me the phone number of the animal shelter. I called over there, and the way that it was handled seemed very odd at the time, and still does, but I wanted to help, so I just went along with it.

Sam was a good boy, after all. The person I spoke with at Animal Control looked up Sam's info based on the dog tag number, and the person, instead of saying, Hold on, we'll send out an officer, or even just call the owner, instead gave me Sam's owner's phone number and told me to call them. I called the number, and an older gentleman politely answered the phone. I explained to him that I had Sam, that I gave him some water and that he was just hanging out with me here at the phone.

gas station, and it was closing soon, so it would be best for him to come pick him up. He seemed perplexed, and he asked me to describe Sam to him. I did. Sam looked like a mut-lab mix, darkish-brown coat, a medium-large-sized dog, very friendly disposition, just a regular old good boy. What the man said next has been rattling around my brain for the last 20, four years. The man said, we had a dog named Sam,

but he passed away a good ten years ago. I was dumbfounded, and all I could do was describe Sam again, to which the man said, yeah, that sounds like Sam, but there's no way it could be. It just can't be. He was polite and we talked back and forth a bit more, but with no resolution, we hung up.

I was unsure about what to do next, but I quickly realized that there was nothing for me to do. Just like the hippie kids, Sam too was now nowhere to be seen. He just vanished. My thoughts? I would give anything to have this make sense to be able to actually resolve this in a way that does make sense. I've never been able to. I have lots of thoughts and theories, but as the public... is already very long, all ended here.

But if anyone wants to ask questions in the comments, please do. And thank you for reading. One of my favorite chickens, fancy, went missing on January 12th. I saw her outside the day before, and she was fine, and then she just literally disappeared. The ring camera in the backyard wasn't charged that day, so I wasn't able to see if something happens to her. My husband charged the camera like normal after that because I was so upset that she had disappeared, and I wasn't able to see why because of the camera battery being dead.

Anyways, I assumed that she escaped the privacy fence and got into the woods behind our house. I looked for her everywhere, and there was literally not a trace of this chicken anywhere. Saturday night My husband and I were watching TV in the bedroom And he went to let the dogs out in the backyard To go to the bathroom I'm sitting in bed and the dogs come running back in the room with me

Because he let them back inside A few minutes later I hear this crazy loud banging That scared the crap out of me I panicked thinking someone attacked my husband or something While he was still outpac I run into the living room ready to kill someone someone, and my hubby is standing on the deck with a shovel, beating a possum. I freaked the hell out and got really upset, even though I had told him a few months ago that

if we ever caught another possum in the backyard to take care of it because they were killing my chickens. I regretted that so much after he actually did it, and it's eating me alive, but the possum was on the deck eating Fancy. And that is why he killed said possum. But here's the thing. Fancy hasn't been seen by any of us since January 11th. I checked

the ring camera and the possum was eating her under the covered lawnmower that was sitting by our deck. I was really confused about this because we haven't seen her at all in two and a half weeks. Her body wasn't decayed at all, so she looked like the possum had killed her

very recently. There was a fresh-looking, busted egg that had come out of her. So that tells me that it would have had to have killed her around the same day. If she had died and been there for a while, we would have smelled something. The egg from her also wouldn't look fresh because it would have begun to rot, and her body wasn't stiff at all. I looked at the ring camera to see when she came home because this was just blowing my freaking mind, that she came back.

back home and was immediately killed by a possum after being missing for so long. Like, how? There's no sign of her anywhere on the camera at all. I scrolled our ring footage from the past two and a half weeks, and there wasn't one video of that chicken anywhere, and our ring camera records most of the day and night. It's like she disappeared and then reappeared already dead. There was no video of the possum actually killing her,

and no video of her on the deck before it happened. So she was there two and a half weeks ago, vanished without a trace, and then reappeared freshly dead. No sign of a struggle. The day I realized that she was missing, 1-11, I searched all over our yard, including the deck where she was found dead.

Under the mower, under the mower cover, under the grill that's on our deck, I even search the dang roof because we have another chicken that likes to get up there and hang out. And I never found any sign of her. The whole situation is blowing my mind. It's like there was a fracture and time or reality where she was able to come home without being caught on our security camera at all, for who knows how long, and then was killed, and then just reappeared out of thin air already dead.

Another thing that proves this theory is the fact that leading up to the possum being seen on the deck eating her, all my other chickens were completely calm and normal in the video footage. In the past, if a predator has gotten into the yard, they all freak out and make a ton of noise, and usually that is what alerts us to something being out there. The other chickens were fine, quiet, calm, you would never guess that one of their first, flock members was being killed or eaten right in front of them. My dog never heard any commotion or even seemed to notice. It was the craziest thing ever.

Also, as obsessed as I am with my chickens, I'm not cut out to own prey animals anymore because I can't handle the heartbreak of losing them to predators, and I also can't handle the heartbreak of killing said predator for doing what comes naturally to them. The end. This is going to be hard to explain, but to get to my road, you have to go down another road. I'll call it Road A, with two roads to the left, the second being mine.

Then there's a dead end that's super dark because there's a forest there. It's shaped like a backwards P, but the top line of the P goes straight and has my house on it. So, me and my friends were following a really pig light in the sky that I thought was normal, until he pointed it out. Then, I realized that it is a bit weird to have an extremely light, well, light in the sky, like a white sunset, you know? I think it was probably the moon popping off, and because of the fog it looked really extreme. So, we're trying to get to a point where we could maybe see what on the floors,

making the light appear, like lights in the park nearby. And to get the best view possible, we walk down Road A. So, we walk down it and walk over the first road, until we're at the very end of the final road. And then there are two guys speaking another language, scraping ice off of a car, and one guy smoking and talking to them. Then, for some reason, a big silver van pulls up on the curve of the curve of the car, the road, because we're at the end with the woods in front of us, and the woods just behind us.

But because I'm scared of men in vans and being kidnapped, and we were meant to be going on a jog anyways, I get a bit freaked out. But because there's no way to escape if we did continue going forward, because we're not going to walk into the woods, I'm like, we should turn around. because I think we're literally on the second road, the one that my house is on, and so we walk down it. We walk, and instantly I'm like, what the absolute hell. I thought we were walking down my road, because I don't remember walking past the silver car over the road that leads to my road and to the first road. Even though it leads to my house too, it's just very dark.

but apparently we're walking down that first road. Something I wouldn't have done because I knew if we were on it, I would have just walked forward to my road and not been that worried about being girl-mapped. So we keep going down, but I'm stuck on it. But I also don't go back to see what happened, because I don't want to be like that 10-year-old that a sleepover and make him think that I'm trying to just pretend to be scared.

Because I'm not scared. Just confused. He said he felt like he was just woken up from a really long sleep. But I don't know if he was just being a little drama king. Anyway, we go back to the road because I have to show him how weird that was, that the road somehow ended early, or we got teleported to the first road. He agrees, and we also are. realize that somehow, when we turned around, the men and van were gone. And I just didn't notice

because I was like, where are we? Now that I think about it, I feel like some part of my memory could be missing, because I remember completely, hitting the end of the road and being like, got to turn around because no choice, hope I don't get kidnapped, and because how the hell did we get to the Road 1. There's a decently large-sized difference between the two. He was also having a confused moment with me and said it was like the road ended early. When we went down my road to see where I thought we were, we realized it looked different. But when we went to the first road, it also looked different. Because my road has a brown fence. That's where the guys were. But it has grass, on the corner of the road.

Road one has stone, but the side of a house. The place that we were with the dead end had the fence, but no grass, and had stone instead. Other than that, it was identical to my road. Thinking about it is actually IRL breaking my brain. The more I think about it, the more I'm confused.

Not really worried, though. This stuff never happened to me before, so it's kind of cool. Actually, I take it back. It is a bit freaky. I hope I didn't explain that too terribly. Sorry if I info dumped too. Feel free to ask questions for clarity

or tell me what could have possibly happened. And when I say best possible view to see what's making the light, I mean that lightly. Because to get a view of it, we'd have to go into the woods. And we, slash, I don't want to do that at night.

Because, despite how alien memory-wipe movie-esque this little moment was, I'm not about to act like a dumb horror movie character. It was probably the moonlight anyways. I've only had one true glitch event happened to me, and it happened in the 1980s. When I was in my 20s, I used to live in Greensboro, North Carolina, and would visit my parents in Greenville, North Carolina, which is about a three-hour drive.

At the time, which was before they built the multi-lane highway, the last 30 miles of U.S. Highway 264 was only one lane in each direction. About halfway through Wilson and Greenville, on that two-lane road, it was just getting dark. A car that was coming towards me crossed the center line, and was headed straight for me, head on. I braced for the impact as well as I could.

I thought that this was the end. It happened all too quickly, and I had no time to react at all. Things happened so fast before, quote-unquote, impact. It felt like the other car actually passed right through my car, as if it were a ghost car. By now, however, everything had to be. suddenly switched to slow motion. I could feel the car going through me.

There was no pain, just a ripple through my body, and a bright flash happening as the ghost car passed through me. I saw the woman's face who was driving the car. She was screaming silently. In fact, everything was completely silent. For many years afterwards, I thought the other car must have, in actuality. just missed my car and continued to veer to its left, my right, and off the road and into a fallow tobacco field. I immediately pulled over as soon as it was safe. Nothing had happened to my car.

The other car came to rest in the field surrounded by a huge cloud of dust. Several cars stopped, and the drivers ran to the ghost car to check on the lady. I was too shaken up to move for quite a while. The woman was fine, I suppose, because after she talked to some of the people who rushed to check on her, she continued on her way. I always thought this was just a really weird near-accident, in which my brain, under stress, had played a trick on me. Now, after listening to all the glitch stories, I'm not so sure. Did I die then and switch to a different reality? Was this quantum immortality? I have nothing else that's quite as dramatic as that happened to me in the years.

However, I have been losing things over the past few years. My partner and I are the only two people in this house. There are three categories of these objects. One, things that disappear and never ever show back up. Two, things that disappear and show up right where they're supposed to be. or three, things that disappear and materialize right before my eyes. I must preface this all by saying that I have been diagnosed with type 2 narcolepsy, this meaning that I have excessive daytime sleepiness without cataplexy,

which is sudden physical collapse while remaining conscious. I mention this because during my narcolepsy episodes, I experience microsleep incidents. I perform rote, most. motor actions without being cognizant that I do them. It's things like putting my cell phone in the refrigerator and having no recollection of doing it. It's very similar to sleepwalking. This may explain the objects that never come back.

We've lost a pizza cutter, three large kitchen knives, and a number three attachment on our new hair clippers. I could have just thrown these things away in a micro-sleep episode. Then, there are the things that are supposed to be in a certain drawer in the kitchen. I'll look and look, and then hours to days later, the objects are right where they're supposed to be. That's pretty classic, based on glitch stories that I've heard. The last category is the weirdest. Things will be right in front of me, but I can't see them. When I scan my work desk, I won't be able to find a certain.

certain object. For instance, my stapler. I have to physically touch everything on my desk while not looking in order to find these objects. Once I actually put my hand on the object, I can see it. It will materialize right before my eyes. It's happened with staplers, staple removers, tape dispensers, etc. And in the kitchen, there was a particular ice cream scoop that I found that way. Is this a byproduct of narcoleptic microsleep? Or some weird glitch where I get caught between realities? Your guess is as good as mine. I have an ongoing saying that I fear nothing because I'm raising a teenager.

This is mainly true except for maybe being invisible to them for no explainable reason, and that brings me to the glitch that four of us experienced one breezy full-moon night in the deep south. I've submitted a story before about living in a constant glitch. I guess the Matrix people decided that that wasn't enough and wanted to amp things up a bit. My son had a friend over for the weekend, and after raiding the fridge, the two teenagers tackled a video game and, of course, blasted their music while laughing and talking about things that teens talk about these days. During this time, my fiancé and I binged watch our favorite shows for a while,

and then decided to go out on the front deck for some fresh air. We were out there for about 20 minutes, and just enjoying each other's company when my son and his friends swung the front door open. They both looked panicked and confused, and I asked them if everything was okay. My son replied with, Mom, where were you?

I told him, we've been right here, outside. He replied, Um, when did you come outside? I told him that we had been outside for almost 20 minutes or so. My son looked like he was going to faint. He looked over at his friend and his friend was noticeably speechless. His friend managed to utter the words. But we were just...

My son finished his sentence. Mom, we were just out here looking for you and no one was out here. I instantly got chills up. my spine. The look in my son's eye told me that he was not kidding. His friend chimed in saying, That is so weird, bro. My fiance and I just stared at each other knowing that we had not seen anyone outside, nor did we hear anyone for the last half hour. To this day, I cannot explain what happened. Either my son and his friends were invisible, or my fiance and I were invisible. Or, the Matrix enjoys giving me constant anxiety with these glitches.

None of us talked about what happened after that night, but I do think about it quite often. There are so many things that have unexplainably happened to so many people. They can't all be coincidences or exaggeration. There was no way that we could have exaggerated that experience. We were genuinely invisible that night, somewhere in a different time dimension, I guess. But what do you all think? This happened about eight years ago, and I still cannot explain it. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before or since.

To put things in perspective, I was living alone in a three and a half condo at the time, and I liked to keep things in order. I rarely lose things because everything has its place. But here's what happened. I returned home very late one night from work, around midnight. I had my glasses on all day at work and was certainly wearing them on my drive home. The next day, I left my glasses at home because I went to the gym and wore my contacts. I also took a taxi somewhere during the afternoon, and then spent the rest of the night at home.

Then, the following morning, I woke up, took a shower, and I went to the kitchen. to get my glasses. I'm not that much into fashion, so I only have one black purse, and I always used to put it on a small wooden bench in the kitchen. This purse is where my glasses case usually was, but that morning I could not find it. So I began to look for my glasses everywhere. I flipped my purse upside down and went around every corner of the apartment. I called my work to ask if they were there.

even though it was impossible since I came back from work with my car, and I need my glasses to drive. I knew that I left them at home the day after work, but I checked with the taxi company anyways, and even went back to the gym to be sure. Those were 300-toler glasses. I did not want to lose them. So, after two weeks of wearing contacts and searching for my glasses, I came to the sad conclusion that I, somehow, had lost them.

I took an appointment to get a new pair, since I really liked my old frame. I took the same model, but a slightly different color. Cost me another $300. About six months later, one evening I go to the kitchen to get something, and I see my glasses case on top of everything in my purse. I still don't know why I took a look in my purse at that moment, but a weird feeling came to me. I even thought that case looked very familiar.

I couldn't understand why it was there. I took it, sat down, and I opened it, and there they were. My old pair of glasses with the little cleaning tissue, just like they never moved. I sat there for a few minutes, looking at them, completely confused. As I mentioned, I lived alone at the time and nobody came to my apartment between the time I came home from work in the morning that my glasses disappeared. And anyway, I don't see why someone would pull a joke like that. I ended up selling my new frames to a friend,

and I wore my old ones because I preferred the color. Eight years later, and this still freaks me out, I have no clue where my glasses went for a whole six months. Maybe it was a glitch in the Matrix. Hi, so I'm making this post. because I feel very weird. Last night, I had used a pair of socks for practicing my dance at night. Before I slept, I took them off and put it either at the edge of my bed or the floor beside my bed.

When I woke up, I was in a rush to head off, so I didn't pay attention to my socks. However, tonight, I wanted to practice my dance, but realized that I only had one pair of of socks left. My mom and I looked through the whole bedroom, every corner. We even moved the bed frame, took out the sheets, lifted the mattress, but there was nothing. It was weird, as I'd only used it that night and only in my bedroom. I also normally listened to peaceful music while sleeping, through my computer on my bed and earphones. However, every time I woke up, my music would either be paused or stopped,

and my earphones would be out of my ears. It is definitely not a person who did it. I figured it must just be because I moved a lot in my sleep, so I let it go. However, this same day, I lost my sock. My earphones went missing, too. I remember either putting them on the table, or leaving them on my bed after I woke up, but similarly, nothing at all. No trace. This is the first time that these items have been missing. Previously, something would happen, but I would end up finding them either on my bed in a corner or buried under my books. Not this time.

I also lost a blue hairband after hanging it out to dry after washing it. It's gone, too. but it was possible that it fell off or something, so I let it go. Two weeks ago, still looking now. Can someone please explain this? I'll give an update once I find these items or other things happen. Maybe some recommendations on what I can do. I feel very scared.

As I've read that poltergeists may be the source of this, but I am a religious person, so I try not to think too much about it. Thank you very much. The OP did add an update. I'd found my hairband and my earpieces, most likely due to carelessness. However, my sock was found in a toy drawer. There is no way that I would put my sock in a toy drawer. It's just weird.

But now, everything is found, so I'll try to forget all these, and I hope that nothing happens again. This is pretty lengthy, and I do apologize. But my second incident is pretty unique as far as I know. Also, I didn't include any names, so I just refer to my brother as bro. The first incident I'm going to share happened around 2012 or 2013. I was sitting at my brother's house, with whom I no longer associate for reasons unrelated to the story, but I digress.

I was with my then-sister-in-law, chatting and waiting for my bro to get home from work. About a half hour before the time he would normally get home, he pulls up in front of the house. They didn't have a driveway in front, so he parked in the road directly in front of the house. I was sitting opposite the Big Bay window they had in their front room, so I had a clear view of his car.

Also, the windows on either side of the Bay Area, window were open as it was a nice day, so I heard him pull up as well. His car had a very distinct sound. At that time, they had a Pekingese dog, and every day, that dear soul would be so excited when Bro got home from work. He would start out by jumping up on the couch, which sat directly underneath the above-mentioned bay window, wagging his tail excitedly and giving the occasional happy yip that dogs do when their owners return home. The little dog jumped up and started his happy dance, indicating that my bro was home at the same time that I heard and saw him pull up. I said to my sister-in-law,

Hmm, bro was home early. I then watched my brother open the car door. Then I saw and heard him close the car door and proceed to walk up the short path to their front door. Simultaneously, the dog jumped off the couch and ran to the door in anticipation. Well, we waited. and waited, and waited some more. He did not open the door to come in, so my sister-in-law got up and headed towards the door to see what the hold-up was,

because the poor little dog was going bonkers at this point. At that same time, I looked out the window and his car was gone. Now, if he had decided to get back in his car and drive off, we would have heard his car door, and the very distinct sound of his motor slash exhaust. He was just gone. She had opened the door at that point, and the dog was just as confused as we were. We sort of just looked at each other like, what the hell?

So fast forward to the time that he normally gets home, the same scenario repeats. But this time, he does open the door and walks in. I then asked him, where did you go? He looks at me and says, Uh, to work, where I go every day. And he sort of half smiled at me like, You feeling okay, sis? Me and my sister-in-law then proceeded to relay what had happened,

and he swears that he was still at work at four o'clock, the time the incident took place. I should mention that he normally got off work at 4.15. It is possible that my brother could have been playing a prank on us, but if that's the case, then why didn't my sister-in-law and I hear him getting back into the car, starting it up, and driving away? And why did the dog do his whole I'm glad your home bit?

We all experienced it on a very real level. Even the little dog reacted accordingly. Could it be that my bro somehow traveled forward in time? Or was it just a glitch in the Matrix? This second incident happened when I was very young, like four or five, so forgive me if my memory is a little fuzzy, but I'll do my best to explain it so you can understand. My family and I were visiting one of my sisters about two hours away from where we lived at that time. To give you some context, I'm the youngest of eight, so there's quite an age gap between the aforementioned sister and, myself. She has two children, which were then aged either two or three and six or seven.

All I remember is us kids playing outside, and here's where my memory gets fuzzy. Something happened. I feel like somehow I got hurt. I don't really know, but my next memory is of my mom holding me under my arms, sort of in the air, shaking me and yelling my name. But here's the weird part. The memory I have is from the viewpoint of my mom. In the memory, I can see my four or five-year-old self being held up in the air and shaken, but I can still feel the sensation of being shook. Years later, I asked my mom about it,

thinking that she could fill in the gaps as to what happened prior and what happened directly following, because it had seriously weirded me out up until that point. and still kind of does. My mom had no memory of anything like that ever happening. And my mom was way overprotective of me, so she would have remembered something that serious. So maybe my sugar-induced kid brain conjured up the whole scene,

but I've recently started a spiritual journey. And yes, I feel that this is relevant to my story. Looking back on my life, in the process of doing my inner work and all of that, I realized that my life was the very opposite of what I wanted. I know. Everybody feels that way, right? But listen, I've been through a lot of stuff. I am grateful, though. But my point is, could I have somehow jumped timelines to a life most people would deem not worth living?

And that's how my brain processed it? I must note that I feel that my life and all the hard times I've been through is shaping me to be a better person than I maybe would have been if I'd had it easy. I don't know for sure. But when I'm starting to believe, after listening to your stories and having my own experiences, is that anything is possible. Now, I was never the type of guy that believed in parallel universes. or multiple dimensions, but after a strange experience in years of research, I began to wonder about the possibilities of such things existing. My change in mind occurred after a strange experience five years ago.

I remember the date clear, 6th of September, 2016. It was the day after I had moved into my new house, which I still live in today. It's a fairly old house, and I've experienced many odd things in said house, though those are different stories. The home was built in 1974 to 1976, and was completed in late September of that year. It had a few owners, one of which was my father's former boss. It's been kept in very good condition, and retains many of its original features. In the hallway, the carpet was a dingy yellow whenever I moved it. I had it replaced with a more modern carpet when I had my experience the carpet had yet to be replaced.

Right. The story goes like this. It was our second day in the house and our first night in the house. I woke up early, around seven, to help unpack boxes and our items. We were also moving items out of our house which belonged to the previous owner. I was loading a box labeled silverware from our old green car, which was a 1995 Honda Odyssey. The box was heavy, and I lost some grip on the box. Luckily, I have quick reflexes, and I quickly reacted and nudged the box back into my hands, using my knees to prevent myself from dropping it.

It was when I looked up again that, things appeared differently. The first thing, which was hard for me not to notice, considering the box was in front of my eyes, was the word silverware. It had completely been replaced with the words, records and books, in black. I was confused at first and just simply dismissed it as my bad eyesight. It was not until I laid down the box on the lawn temporarily to close the car door, that I realized something completely different from my eyes was messing up.

The car. The distinctive green 1995 Odyssey was gone and was replaced with a red Ford pickup truck. Incomplete and utter shock, I quickly hurried into the house to find my father. I don't know why, and I have no clue what I would have told him. I'm still unsure why I left the garden to find my father. Anyways, when I hurried into the hall, I spotted a figure walk into my parents' bedroom. He was tall and young, maybe 35 to 45, and was around 5'8. He wore a brown suit, almost like a tweed suit.

He himself hurried along down the hall quickly, so I quickly followed this man in confusion. When I walked down the hall, I noticed the carpet was cleaner. and a stain that I had noticed earlier near my bedroom was gone. Perhaps if I hadn't been in such a frenzy, I would have noticed other changes. Anyways, I swiftly walked into my father's room. It was right at that moment when everything went back to normal. The man disappeared, and boom, I nearly toppled my father, as I walked right into him when entering the room in which that man had entered.

We were so close that I could feel his breath. Whoa, buddy, slow down. I remember him clearly stating. He was just as confused as I was. When I told him what I saw, we both walked outside, and there was the Green Odyssey, parked under our willow tree. The box was where I left it, and the car door was open.

My father quickly dismissed the situation. I can't explain what happened in those brief moments, and probably will never ever. fully understand what occurred on that warm September day. My father doesn't have an explanation for what happened that day, but he recounts that day as well. From his perspective, he remembers clearing some boxes, standing near the sliding doors of his bedroom, when he saw that same man walking away from the door. I find it odd that the man was walking into completely opposite directions.

He got curious and followed, in which I came to. storming in, falling into my dad's chest. I've told my family multiple times this story. No one really believes me. To them, it sort of becomes a dinner table story. But I truly believe that I was briefly transported into a different era. I can't confirm it, and perhaps if I had a phone back then, I was 15 and my parents were the type of parents who disapproved of young teens having phones, but maybe I could have taken a photo

or two. Whether it was a time slip, a glitch in the matrix, or just my mind playing tricks, this experience will remain in my memories for years. So, at the end of the last school year, my daughter, I'll call her Grace, graduated elementary school. As the kids were saying goodbye to their friends for the summer, some of the parents were standing around and exchanging numbers so the kids could set up times to see each other. One of my daughter's closest friends, let's call her Kate, is being raised by her grandparents. Well, grandmother and step-grandfather. The grandfather introduced himself as Bob and asked to exchange numbers, which we did.

I didn't talk to the grandmother as she was turned away talking to someone else, and I didn't get a good look at her. A couple weeks later, we had arranged for the girls to get together. I went to their house to drop off Grace. The woman looked familiar to me, and she recognized me. She had dated a man I knew named Bob, but not the Bob that I met and exchanged numbers with. He was a very close friend to one of my close friends. Let's call my friend Liz.

Liz and I did everything together for years, although we had a falling out and hadn't spoken in about five years or so at this point. But when we were tight, we were always together, and she moved in with me for a few months after her house had burned down. Bob was a member of her church, and a very close friend to her. We were younger than Bob by about 10 to 15 years, but she had a major crush on him, which he didn't return, but still stayed close with her. We went on camping trips together.

He was in my house several times. We played cards together. I was had his house several times. So when I say that I would instantly recognize him on site, I cannot overstate the fact that there is no way I wouldn't know him if I was standing and talking directly to him. Plus, he would recognize me and would talk to me in a familiar way. So now the grandmother is standing there reminding me how much we know each other.

She dated Bob for a bit. She'd played cards at my house, and I'd seen her at his house. It was just a few times, almost a decade ago, but I did recognize her as someone that I knew. and as far as I knew she and Bob had split up. So when she mentioned her husband, Bob, I thought it was funny that she had married another man named Bob, but it's a common name. And the man I spoke with and introduced himself to me as Bob,

like we were meeting for the first time, was not the Bob that I knew. He had snow-white hair, and the round punch that elderly men get. He was soft-spoken, and he looked like a generic grandfather. He had no resemblance to the Bob that I knew at all. Except the next time that I saw the grandmother,

the girls saw a lot of each other, so we saw each other regularly. She again mentioned Bob, and referenced something the five of us, her, Bob, my husband, and I, along with Liz, had done together. I was confused. She just said that she married the Bob that I knew.

I started asking questions and the guise of just catching up. Yep, she meant the Bob that I knew. She told me that they had split when she started taking her grandchildren in because their mother was neglecting them and she had to fight for custody. She didn't think Bob would want to start over with toddlers to raise them in his mid-60s. It turns out that he did. He asked her to marry him and raise her.

the children together, which totally sounds like the Bob that I know. But not the Bob that I met at the school and had spoken to, and neither of us recognized each other, which would have been impossible. But sure enough, the next time I was there, Bob was home. Salt and Pepper Hair, fit for a man in his 60s, rugged, very distinctive looking. He greeted me like I had just seen him the other day and spoke to me in the familiar way that I would expect from him. This was not the man that I spoke to at the school and exchanged numbers with.

I have no explanation. And no, it wasn't the real grandfather, as the grandmother's first husband had passed away many years before I met her. I stated that he was the step-grandfather at the beginning. I know this is long, sorry. So, who did I talk to? And give my number to, if it wasn't Bob. The number I had been using to contact the grandmother,

and from which she had contacted me was the one that I got. I wish I had gotten a good look at the grandmother that day, because I think she wasn't the same person either. But like I said, I didn't get a good look at her, so I can't be sure. And why would Bob introduce himself to me like he didn't know me, when we clearly recognize each other on site? This isn't the only really weird thing that has happened to me, but this one's bothering me a great deal. To be clear, they have no idea about any of this going on. From their point of view, nothing is amiss.

There was not a different grandparents or uncle, etc., that was there that time. day, as the biological grandfather passed away, and the other set is not in the picture. And there's no other relatives involved. They're on their own raising four grandchildren. It's not a scam. We live in a very small rural town, and everyone knows each other. The girls have a couple other close friends in the group, and the other mother and grandmother. one of the other friends is also being raised by her grandparents, all frequently talk to each other and are constantly shuttling the girls between each house. I will make one note that may or may not have any relevance.

My friend Liz knew Bob through church, and the grandmother also attended. That's how they all know each other. They were all very devout and deep into the church and religion, which isn't my scene at all. I made mention of their church, and the grandmother told me they were attending a different church, and that they loved. Which struck me as unusual, considering how into the church community they had been. It would have taken something significant to make them drive 30 minutes to a different church instead of the one in town. Most people change if they have a fundamental difference on doctrine.

They don't like the pastor, or there's personal drama among the country. congregation, which isn't to say that none of these happened. I kind of wonder if my former friend Liz, who had had such a crush on Bob, had made things awkward for them once they got married, which may be the case. But it's still kind of strange. Edit, I asked one of the mothers whom I'm friendly with, and a grandmother of the girl's friend groups. There's four of them that are close and spend a lot of time together.

Both of these women assured me that Bob, the one I have always known, was in fact at the graduation. So they saw the same Bob as always with the grandmother. The grandmother who was raising one of the other girls had known them for a bit, as their granddaughters had youth group together. The other mom had met them before, but didn't have their number and also exchanged numbers with Bob that day. I honestly was hoping that I wouldn't be back with my own incident, but here I am. With the holidays here, I've been buying stuff off Amazon and receiving packages daily. Don't judge, I'm buying for several people.

A couple of weeks ago, I had several different items on my dining room table that I wanted to open and go through. I picked up one of those white and blue mailers that Amazon uses and opened it up. I started to pull it out when my daughter walked in. It was a card game for the kids, and I didn't want her to see it, so I quickly shoved it back in and set the package on the table and played it cool. I'm talking to my family, going through other items on the table, and then they head upstairs. I keep opening packages up, and I come across another blue and white mailer. I pick it up and then rip it open by pulling it from the middle,

so that the perforation opens. I reach inside, and it's the same card game. I panicked for a second and then started looking for the first bag, looking for any evidence that I'd ordered this twice. I called my husband downstairs, explained what happened to me, and then started crying because I said that I can't go through this again. He pointed out that the top had been ripped across,

and he was correct. It made it more careful. confusing because on the second time that I opened the same bag, I literally opened it by pulling it from the middle. I still can't explain what happened, but I don't allow myself to dwell on it. I choose to believe that I have some sort of gift that I'm unsure of how to use. Either that or we live in the damn matrix. Please, tell me you've experienced things like this so that I don't feel so alone.

To set the scene, I work at a small pet store. We usually only have one or two customers inside at a time. There are two doors into the store, a front and a back door, and they both set off a chime when opened to alert us, so we can make sure that we welcome every customer. Today, I was about to check out the only customer in the store, when I heard the back door chime. As I was making my way up to the register to check out this guy,

I catch a glimpse of the second customer as she walks between the aisles. She's a young black woman, being led by a small fluffy white dog on a leash. I make a mental note of what she looks like, so that when I'm done checking this guy out, I can go greet her properly, tell her about our deals and see if she needs any help. I check the guy out. It only takes a minute, and he leaves.

The door chimes on his way out, but I haven't heard any other chimes. So I know that the lady is the only customer now in the store. And I start looking for her. I'm searching through the aisles, and I can't find her anywhere. Until I suddenly stumble across another woman, with a dog on a leash. She's Asian, and her dog is much bigger. maybe 50 pounds, and brown. I scour the rest of the store three times over,

and she's the only customer in there. The black lady is nowhere to be seen. I have no idea where that lady went, and how the Asian lady came in. I had a view of both doors when I watched the guy leave out the front door. No one slipped in or out while he was leaving. I can't stop thinking about it. It's freaking me out.

We don't have cameras, so I can't check if I'm going crazy, but I know what I saw. Did the Black Lady disappear, or shape-shift? My mom and I were watching one of my mom's friends, two dogs, and one cat for the day, and were told to check on them at 12.30 p.m., 5.30 p.m., and 11 p.m. The first time we went, everything was normal. The second time only my mom went because I was busy. During this, the cat got out, but overtext my mom's friend assured her that the cat would come back.

The third time, 11 p.m., my mom and I both went, and the cat returned, but it was something else that caught our attention. On the floor in the middle of the kitchen was a random light that had not been there the previous two times. My mom asked her friend about it, and her friend said that it was one of her under-cabinet lights. These specific under-cabinet lights are comprised of a small, flat-circular magnet, with adhesive on one side, and the cylindrical light itself. The magnet attaches to a surface with the adhesive side, and the light has a built-in magnet that sticks to the other magnet.

Now, this adhesive is strong. I cannot think of a feasible way that the light and adhesive magnet could have moved from under one of the cabinets, where my mom's friend claimed they previously were, to the middle of the kitchen floor. The cat was gone, so he couldn't have done it. And their dogs are short and fat and nowhere near agile enough to jump up to the counter, pry the magnet and light off,

and move its two yards to the middle of the floor. My mom's friend said that they do have a crazy neighbor. Plus, the house key was under the front door mat, and not obscured very well, so that could be the case, but... Why would someone come into their house, move a light, and then leave? Unless they did other stuff, or are just purely trying to mess with the homeowners. My mom's friend said that she's going to check their ringed doorbell. But other than a crazy neighbor, I have no clue. how this happened.

I have a story that, I guess, is a glitch. But to me at the time, it was just a really strange and terrifying thing that happened. It happened way before I knew what a glitch in the Matrix was, and before anyone had ever thought of the term simulation theory. But looking at it now, the only thing that makes it make sense is that something happened, like a glitch. For some obvious disclaimers, I am healthy, was healthy at the time, wasn't drunk or on drugs, and this is the only time something like this has ever happened. I never mentioned it to anyone else at the time, because it happened and that was it.

Nothing ever came of it, or anything like that. When this happened, I was a freshman in high school, so that would have made me about 15, I think. and this would also put the story back in the early 80s. I was your normal high school student, maintaining good grades, attending all my classes and all that irrelevant information. On the day that this happened, everything was what I would consider to be completely normal.

There was nothing that happened during the day that would make me think that anything was off. I had gotten through most of the day. It was after lunch period, and I was walking in the hallway towards, my next class. I had my backpack on my back, and I had one of my books in my arms.

I was just walking through the crowds and trying to ignore all the noise around me, of which there was a lot. I think anyone that's walked through a full high school hallway can understand how that sounds, and while that may not sound important, it actually is. The hallways were loud, filled with the chatter of all the people that were heading to class, But that's where it got weird.

As I turned the corner to go to my next class, my ears picked up on the fact that it was silent. Like it went from super loud to completely silent in the time it took me to step around the corner and into the next hallway. As I was walking around the corner, I was kind of looking down at the floor, not at where I was walking. So it wasn't like I could see the group of people just disappear, but it felt like the filled. hallways quickly became empty. In this same moment, as I went to look up, I collided with something, or rather some one. I could tell it was a person that I ran into based on the collision. I fell to the ground and blinked, and when I went to stand up, I realized I wasn't in the

hallway anymore. I was sitting on the floor of my living room. I know that that sounds weird, but I went from walking. in the school hallway to my next class, to colliding with someone, and when I landed, I was on the floor in my house. I had actually collided with someone. It was actually my mother that I ran into. She asked if I was okay and helped me up, but as soon as she saw that I was okay, she started asking me what happened and how I didn't see her walking into the room. I just shook my head and told her that I wasn't paying attention. But the whole time that I was talking to her, my head was spinning, trying to piece together how I was at home.

She finished up her small lecture by telling me to pay more attention to what's in front of me and saying that I needed to go get dressed or else I would be late for school. Sure enough, I was still in my pajamas, and it was morning, based on the clock on the oven. I went to my room and got dressed and just kind of sat there like, what in the name of God just happened? How did I end up at home? And that was kind of it.

I got ready for school and I left as normal. The lessons when I got to school weren't repeats, so it wasn't like I had repeated the day or anything like that. It was more like I went from mid-afternoon on one day to morning on the next in the time it took me to run into something. someone and fall down. I don't know how, I don't know why, and I kind of just took it to be what it was. It's one of those events that I have never forgotten, but I decided that I had to just accept

that sometimes things happen, that we honestly cannot explain. So, I'm a college student who lives on campus and goes home on the weekends. I have an Xbox Series S, and I take it with me to college and back. Upon getting to two weeks ago, I realized I had unplugged my Xbox at home, but I had forgotten to pack the powder cord. I was bummed, but I figured final week was coming up, so I should be studying anyways. When I got home that weekend, I looked in my room, but I couldn't find it. My sister told me before that I left it on the floor after unplugging it, but it wasn't there. I kept looking and found another power cord that I knew wasn't mine,

because it had a slightly different head. Same type of power cord, but slightly different design. I had never seen it before, but I plugged it into my Xbox, since the Xbox turned on. I got the feeling I shouldn't use it, though, in case the voltage or something was different. and it could cause my Xbox to blow out or something. The following day, I was in my room and saw what looked like the power cord to my Xbox, same head this time, but was completely wrapped up,

as if it had just come out of the box, with the little twist ties and all. It seemed like it could be a little shorter, but it was definitely to my Xbox. When my mom got home, I asked her if she knew where my sister had put her, with the cord when she found it, and she said that she saw it on the chair in my room. Same place that I found it wrapped up. Everything checked out. When my sister got home from work, I asked her. She told me she had put it on the couch downstairs in the living room.

I was confused, but figured maybe my mom moved it and didn't mention it. So I asked her a follow-up question. Did you wrap it up and tie the cord? She seemed very confused. She said she placed it on the couch just as she found it, which was unwrapped. I never tie my Xbox cord with anything, as it's a smaller cord, and I can just kind of wind it up like the cord to the vacuum. I asked everyone in my household if they had touched my Xbox cord, and no one but my mom and sister had known it was missing to begin with. My mom didn't touch it, as she had saw it on the chair.

just as I did. The cord doesn't belong to anyone else, as my dad and I are the only ones with the next-gen Xboxes, and the chords that go to them are identical. But his was plugged into his Xbox. Matter of fact, when I decided not to use the first chord that I found, I took his and used it until I found the other one the following day. I still have no idea how the cord appeared, or where my mind. original court is, but I'm convinced it was a glitch.

This happened a while ago, but I still think about it sometimes and wanted to share the story, because I've been hearing more people talk about little fairies taking her trinkets and returning them a while later. So I slept over at my friend's house, took off my rings, a bunch of big ones, like seven or so, and was pretty sure that I put them on the nightstand. I'm still not entirely sure if I did, but I never sleep with them on, so I definitely put them somewhere. The next day, I went home and realized that I thought that I forgot to bring my rings back. The first thing I did was check my bags, especially my tiny waist bag, that I always wear. I texted my friend asking if she could check if they were on the nightstand to make sure,

but she said that they were not there. I thought I might have put them on in the morning and took them off while washing my hands, so I asked her to check the sink, also not there. These rings were not in her house at all. At this point, I start to doubt myself, and I searched through all of my bags. Where the heck did I put my rings? I searched thoroughly through all the stuff that they could have been in since leaving my friend's place, but I just could not find them.

I was for sure wearing them at her place, because we have photos where I'm wearing them that day. At this point, I just sort of accepted that they were gone, and trusted that I would find them again if I had to. So, a few days pass. I'm headed to the train station, and I reach into my waist bag to grab my train card. Hence, lo and behold, my rings are all in there.

I need to be clear that I'm wearing this waistbag every single day. It only has one pocket that is just big enough to fit my phone, cards, and passport that I carry around. I reach into it many times a day, and even searched it specifically two or three times, thinking I was going crazy when I lost the rings a few days prior. There is just no chance that I would have overlooked them. I guess my trust in them returning did pay off, but I still think about this often, and wonder where the rings were in the meantime before they returned,

back to my bag, long-time casual lurker. I'm creeped out and not quite sure what to do with myself. I had a friend over last night. We ran into each other earlier in the day, and we made plans to have dinner together. She comes over and we have her. hang out on the couch for around an hour, just chatting and whatnot.

I stand up because I get a phone call, so I go to my bedroom around 10 to 15 minutes. I go back out, and she's not there anymore. Okay, so she's in the bathroom, right? I sit on the couch to wait for her, but she doesn't come out. I go check on her, the bathroom is empty. Now I'm weirded out. Did she leave for no reason? I didn't hear the door open or close, and I have a pretty heavy door.

I even go outside into the hallway to check if she was out there for some reason, but she's just promptly disappeared. So now I'm thinking that she left for whatever reason. So I call her. It rings for a while, and she picks up. Immediately I think it's weird. If she left my flat, she should be. be out on the street, but it's very quiet wherever she is. And it sounds like she just woke up.

I asked her why she left my flat, and she had no idea what I was talking about. I get frustrated and ask where she is. I'm at home taking a nap. Your phone call woke me up. I could hear rustling sheets, and, as I said, there's no way her side of the phone could be so quiet if she had just left my flat. I live in a busy area. I request a video call her, and there she is. In her home, in her bed. She has no makeup on. She's in her pajamas, looking confused, and her eyes are still kind of puffy from sleep. I asked her if she remembered coming to my flat. She looked confused. Did we make plans today? She said that, after running into me, all we did was chat, say goodbye, and then she went home to take a nap.

Obviously, there is no way that she got home, removed her makeup, undid her hair, and changed her clothes within 15 minutes. She lives like half an hour away from me, and I have no clue what to think of this. Hey, Raven, and hey all. I have a scary glitch story that happened in around November of 2015. I was sat watching the news when I heard a name that I recognized. It was a girl who I went to school with, but I hadn't seen her until recently.

More on that later. I knew that it was her, as her surname was very unusual. So I looked up to see a trash can on the street of a neighborhood in Boston. Apparently her body was found in the literal trash. I was heartbroken. The next part of the story showed her mom and sister sat at a table in their apartment. It was awful, and I was so terribly sad. So, as I mentioned, we hadn't seen each other in years.

We literally bumped into each other cutting through a local hospital. She was going through some things and wasn't really staying anywhere. So I took her home with me and asked my husband, if she could stay with us. Of course, he said yes. So, as it turned out, we knew a lot of the same people who hung out in the neighborhood.

Small world, I know. We both also had a problem with substances, which may explain why she wasn't staying anywhere. Mind you, this all happened in the spring of 2002, and I lost touch around 2005, after my husband died and I had to. move. Sorry to be jumping around, but I don't want to forget any details. Anyways, back to 2015. I saw this news piece and tried to work out if she had kept in connection with anyone

from our hometown. I looked on Facebook and found nothing. No tributes or discussion or gossip. Nothing. And so I called my daughter and let her know what had happened. She said that she would check around, as our hometown is small and the info should be out there. Well, that's not how it went. Not only did no one know about this online, people were not talking about it. I was confused. So I tried the next best thing. I looked up the non-emergency number for that part of Boston and called see if I could get some information or a police report or something. I gave the dispatcher the information that I had. After a few seconds of typing,

she told me that no one by that name had been killed in that neighborhood. She checked the info that I had again, made sure the spelling was correct, all that good stuff. The police had nothing. Not only that, she didn't even see a crime that weekend in that area. Now I was totally confused. So I got online and started my e-es-lawed. email campaign.

I wrote everyone who was listed who may have information. As the days went on, I got no information. I even went as far as to reach out to our local Fox station, to get the story sent to me. Not only did they have no idea what I was talking about, they claimed to have not been in my hometown in ages. So, what happened? I told three people in my life that I had seen this. My daughter, who found nothing, my partner who passed away in 2016, and my best friend.

They all remember me telling them. They all remember my reaction. But none of them ever heard anything about it either. So, what happened? I'm puzzled. Any ideas? This was ten years ago. ago when I was 16.

I again remembered this experience just yesterday. I was living on slash in the Mornington Peninsula in Victoria, Australia. Rosebud, to be exact. When I went to see family in Melbourne, I would take a bus to Frankston and then a train to Melbourne. The bus trip always took around an hour or a bit. On this occasion, when I was heading for... from Rosebud to Frankston via the same bus,

I met someone on it and we started talking. It only felt like 30 minutes of talking and we hadn't yet reached Frankston, of course. All of a sudden, I received a call from my father, who I was traveling to visit that day. He was acting a bit aggravated asking where I was. I responded with, Dad, I'm on the bus like I told you 30, 40 minutes ago. He went off calling me a liar.

I was super, super confused, and questioned what I did wrong. What he said, scared and confused the hell out of me. He said that I couldn't be on the bus because it's been three hours since I left. I checked the time, and lo and behold, it was three hours later. Yet I was on the same bus that hadn't reached Frankston, nor had any detours. I asked the people on the bus to check the time and how long we were on the bus for.

They checked and looked up at me slowly, with wide eyes also frazzled, by how the hell time could have jumped. I repeatedly tried to assure my dad that I was still on the same bus, and I don't understand how the time jumped. Obviously, I sounded nuts, so he never believed me. That experience has never happened again, and I still try to find a logical explanation to this day.

Any thoughts? In 1992, I was in my early 20s and had bought a 1986 Camaro. Now, my Camaro was really beat up. It had rust and dense as well as peeling paint. In other words, it was quite unique. None of the hubcaps matched, nor did the tires. I mentioned these details because it's important to my true story. I was driving to my dad's home on a two-lane highway

when I looked over and a person that looked like me, with my exact car, was driving in the opposite direction. That day, I had my daughter in the back seat, and that mirror image of me and my car also had an exact copy of my kid looking out the back. seat window. I felt a cold chill run through my body when I saw that thing that, for all intents and purposes, was me. I'm 51 today and this incident has never left my memory. I swear on my life that it was me driving back from my father's home. I've had other glitches happen in my life,

but this one really scared me. I'm not sure if this is a glitch, but if someone could maybe help me understand, I would appreciate it. My friend was coming to pick me up, and we were going to take a long drive to see another friend. I had asked my parents to watch my son, and while I was getting ready, I had this unsettling feeling that if I went, I was not going to see my son again, that something bad was going to happen to me. I kind of just brushed it off.

My friend called me and told me that she was almost at my house. I hung up, and something yelled at me loud. Do not take that long drive. It literally freaked me out. I never felt anything like that before. So now I'm getting in my friend's car, and I'm thinking, how am I going to tell her that we can't go? Well, as soon as I get in,

she starts to tell me that she doesn't think we should, that something was telling her if we go, something bad will happen to us. I told her that I was going to tell her the same thing, and told her what was happening with me while I was getting ready. So we just ended up going to Win Dixie. It's a store three minutes away from my house. She had some groceries that she needed to get,

and we just got something to eat for dinner before she brought. brought me back home. Now, it's dark outside, and we pull up to my house. As I'm about to get out, a car pulls up in front of us. I just thought it was somebody going to my neighbor's house. As I'm walking to my door, my friend calls me and asks, Is that your mom in the car? They keep trying to pull up like they want to get into your driveway.

I had knocked on my door waiting for someone to open it, But I went to look in that car, and I was like, that is my mom. And I could see in the car, because the middle light was on, in the car. I asked my friend, why is she moving weird? Said that something was off, like the way she was moving was different. And then I was like, but that's not her car. Whose car is she in? And then as I'm looking at my mom in that car, my mom opens the,

the door for me to come inside. And I tell my friend, wait, that's not my mom. My mom just opened the door. At this time, I didn't know what to think. So I go inside the house, and my friend leaves. Now I go back to look at the car outside,

and I see a car turn into my neighbor's driveway and back out and then leave. But I'm not sure if it was the car that my mom was in, or someone else. so I don't know for sure where the car went after I came inside because I was just so confused on what had happened. Let me know what you think.

I moved to Norway some years back after marrying my husband who lived here. Back in the day, we didn't have much to our names, save for our actual names, and living with my mother-in-law was a token of that time. Her apartment wasn't large and was all on one floor. Two bedrooms and a bathroom, living room, kitchen and balcony. Being newlyweds, it felt a little cramped at times, and I was relieved when we got our own place not so long after this event occurred. Although we hadn't found more financial footing quite yet,

my husband did have a set of wheels, a two-seater, a small white Toyota van that was very reliable and took us on many adventures. It was a day early on in the summer and the sun was perpetually shining as it does here during those months. So, we decided that we ought to go out for a drive and find something to do. All we needed were the car keys, and this is where things got weird. I couldn't, we couldn't, find them anywhere. The search was superficial at first, checking the dining room table, pants pockets from the day before, and underneath places the keys could have been kicked, but quickly turned into looking in dusty boxes between old legal documents, before unpairing the socks and the dresser to see if they had ended up within them. I felt like I was losing my mind.

It wasn't like it had been weeks since we took the car out. at the latest, we had been out the day before with the car. The last place that I decided to check was simply by opening the window facing the front of the apartment building in the kitchen adjacent to the dining room table. The window opened from the bottom to the top and could be completely opened by hitting the safety switch on the side of the pane. I figured maybe somehow the keys got dropped in to the gravel right down below as my mother-in-law, often dropped her tied-up trash bags out there before taking them out to the garbage cans. And since I had just had my head in the freezer, I figured the front yard wasn't so much further of a stretch.

And this is where I think the glitch happened. I opened the window the whole way before practically heaving the upper half of my body out of the window to look down. And as I did so, I felt everything spinning. It was a split-second thing, but nonetheless made me feel unsettled. As I pulled my head out of the window and turned around, there were the keys on the dining room table, where they always were, right out in the open.

My husband, ever so logical, contrarian and skeptical, just had a quick laugh and said that they had likely been there the whole time, as if we both overlooked them like a mutually shared negative hallucination. Which may be. However, the tenacity with which I combed that old apartment, the sheer focus and dedication to my search, and the absurdity of the window moment, has me more convinced that there was something glitchy going on,

like Schrodinger's keys. So, a few weeks ago I was at work. I work as a videographer for a local TV station. I was at the backside of my work building and loading gear into my car. For context, the station sits right next to a very busy highway. The only other building next to it is a large office building that's been sitting empty for a while, presumably because of COVID. Otherwise, it's just highways and trees.

It was pouring rain, and I was standing there at the trunk of my car, quickly getting my gear in before it got to work. As I was doing this, I heard what sounded like a woman talking over a loud speaker behind me. I turned around in confusion because I was the only one out there. At first I thought it was a loud radio coming from someone on the highway, but the voice never faded away. It stayed at the same volume, which was quite loud. I couldn't understand what the woman was saying. The voice was clear, but the words were garbled.

like I couldn't make sense of them. After about a minute, I noticed another co-worker drive into the lot and waited for them to get out of their car and start walking towards the door, and I'm hoping to see if they noticed the voice. But they didn't react to it. They walked into the building as if nothing was going on, and even waved hello to me. There was no way that they couldn't have heard it. That's how loud this voice was. My final theory was that maybe the office building next door finally had people in it again, and the voice was coming from there.

I closed the trunk, hopped in my car, and rolled down the window just a bit, so I could continue to listen to the voice. I drove over to the border between our parking lot and theirs, but when I looked over, there wasn't anyone there. The building was still empty. At this point, I was spooked. I also had a story to get to, so I ended up just closing the window and leaving. But in hindsight, I haven't been able to figure out where this disembodied voice had come from. It wasn't from the station because we don't have a loud speaker on the outside of the building.

And it wasn't coming from somewhere nearby, at least that I could find. The part that confuses me the most is my co-worker. Why didn't they hear it? or if they did, why didn't they react? I've been working at the station for over four years, and I've never experienced anything like this, so I'm sure it's not a normal occurrence. Has anyone else ever experienced something like this?

I work in the kitchen of a convenience store, and every day I bring a water bottle with me. Last week, I had brought my pink water bottle and lots of my co-workers saw me with it. I had it sitting on the counter right next to the kitchen door in a group with a few other water bottles from my co-workers. I had it when I started my shift at 1 p.m., and it was there up until 4.30 to 5.

A little after 5, I left the kitchen to get some water and started talking to my co-worker, who had been working right by the kitchen for a while. As we were talking, I went to grab my bottle, but it was nowhere to be seen. I asked my co-worker, and she said that she had seen it when setting a bin down on the counter next to it. I looked everywhere that I could think of and texted my boss to see if she had grabbed it by mistake when she left. She hadn't taken it. And no one had any clue where it had went.

So I asked my manager if she could take a look on cameras for me, because... My only thought was that someone must have taken it. Even though the kitchen door was open and no one in the kitchen saw anyone come near the door, it was the only thing that made sense. My coworker who had been working right there said she hadn't seen anyone nearby either. My manager pulled up the footage from the camera that had a perfect view of the area in front of the kitchen. She started the video at 4.30, and we saw my pink water, bottle. She sped through the footage to see if anyone came near the door, but no one did.

Once the footage hit five, she stopped it and noticed that the water bottle was gone. She replayed it and found the point where it disappeared. Rewatching the footage, I saw it sitting on the counter one second, and then it was gone the next. I continued looking around for a bit after that, but eventually I gave up. I haven't seen my water bottles since.