As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Vol 22 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: October 15, 2025

Today we have 17 more bizarre Glitch In The Matrix Stories with a lovely late night ambience. This is part of the "Scary Stories for Dark Dreams" series, which is a collection of stories put together for the sake of sleep or simple background noise. This collection includes Glitch stories from August of 2023 & February 2024. So, turn down the lights, tune in, and let the haunting tales of everyday people take you down that dark and creepy road. Remember, these aren't just stories... these are true experiences that remind us that our world can truly be scarier than fiction. If you enjoyed this episode, be sure to like or rate the podcast, and leave me a comment with your thoughts if the platform your own supports it! I upload episodes every 3 days, so there are 2 days between new uploads. The podcast consists of new scary story collections, Glitch in the matrix collections, and also what I call the "Dark Dreams" collections (which are older stories, remastered and layered with rain sounds). If you have a story to submit, would like to find where to listen to the podcast, or want to find me on social media platforms, all of that info can be found at https://www.astheravendreams.com You can also send stories into my subreddit (r/theravensdream) or email them to me at [e-mail] Want to check out some ATRD Podcast Merch? ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Or for signed merch ➤ https://ko-fi.com/AsTheRavenDreams I wrote a novel, "The Insomniac's Experiment" by Raven Adams! Check it out on amazon (Or you can email me for a signed copy!) Join Patreon to get early access and support the Podcast! ➤ https://www.patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Check out my gaming channel with my pal Ghost_Ink ➤ @superNefariousBros On YouTube TIMESTAMPS One Ad After the First Story, No ads after that Story 1: 0:24 Story 2: 7:03 Story 3: 15:57 Story 4: 21:57 Story 5: 26:54 Story 7: 30:22 Story 8: 35:54 Story 9: 38:57 Story 10: 41:24 Story 11: 46:57 Story 12: 49:46 Story 13: 53:28 Story 14: 55:51 Story 15: 58:22 Story 16: 1:00:00 Story 17: 1:02:20 ----- Disclaimer ➤ Episodes include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Listener discretion is always advised. ALL Audio and visuals on this podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format. Bless This Mess. None of my audio is AI Generated, I am a real person reading real stories into a real microphone. Note: The podcast nor the host endorses any advertisements played during the podcast, ads are not chosen by ATRD or Raven Adams, they are chosen automatically by the advertisement systems by the platforms that host the podcast. I do not endorse, support, or promote any opinions or statements made in any adverts played during the show. #ScaryStories #UnexplainedMysteries #GlitchInTheMatrix ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you have a true scary story you'd like to share with the podcast, go to as-the-ravendreams.com and click the button to send it my way. Also, if the platform you're on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. Last night, after dinner, my partner, who I'll call H, went back into the kitchen for something and observed Luna, our black cat. sitting on the little red stool that I put in the kitchen in front of our French doors a few days ago, so the cats can look out. We have red curtains flanking those doors, and the curtains were pulled closed,

providing a contrasting backdrop for Luna who was on the stool. H said, Hey, Luna's on the stool, and he shows up well with that red curtain behind him. I'm always talking about how I can't take good photos of Luna because he's black, and you can never see him well. It was just a passing comment, and I made a mental note to take a photo of him sometime in that spot.

So H comes back to join me on the sofa. We chat for about 10 to 15 minutes or so, and he gets back up to go back to the kitchen. He said, Luna's still here on the stool. I told him that was weird that he'd just be hanging out by himself in a dark and closed-off kitchen.

Normally he'd be with us wherever we are. It wasn't like he had anything to look at outside. The curtains were closed due to the cold drafts. I tried to reason out that weird behavior, but cats do weird things, so I didn't think much of it. I told H that he's probably just waiting for a treat. I had been giving the cat's treats every night for the last three nights or so, so that kind of made sense. As H was leaving the kitchen, he tried calling for Luna to come out, but he didn't.

I tried calling too from the sofa. By the way, you can't see the kitchen door or stool where Luna was from our sofa in the living room. As H was walking out of the kitchen and through the dining room toward the sofa again, we were talking about how Luna knows the word treat, and that I have to spell it out so that he doesn't get worked up. H suggested that I call out that I have a treat so that maybe he'd come out of the dark kitchen and join us in the living room.

I told him that if I did that, I would have to actually get up and go get a treat from the kitchen when he came out. I was being lazy. But ultimately, we decided to test the little experiment. By this time, H had joined me back on the sofa. There's a chair next to the sofa where our blonde cat, soul, was snoozing away on a cozy black blanket.

through all of this. I noted that I wasn't sure if Sol knew the word treat as well as Luna, and said that it would be interesting to see how Soul responds. I start saying at first, in a softer voice, anybody want a treat?

Still no Luna emerging from the kitchen. So I said it again, a little louder. We looked over at Soul, and he was slowly opening up his sleepy little eyes, but still no Luna. I said it again two or three times, and all the while we were glancing between Seoul and toward the dark kitchen entry, watching to see if Luna would come out.

And then, when I was looking at Soul, whose head was completely raised at this point, I see right beside him another pair of green eyes, and quickly realize, we actually both realized this at the same time, that Luna was curled up on the chair with Soul. And when I say curled up, it was that kind of curled up they're in when cats are total relaxation or nap mode. I'm not sure about other people who have cat siblings, but with my cats, if they end up napping together, it usually starts with one cat already asleep, usually soul. Then the other cat will jump up on them and start cleaning them, licking their ears and faces. Then one of two things will happen. They either start to play fight until it turns serious-ish, in which I usually have to scold one of them because usually the napping cat just isn't in the mood to play fight, or, on rare occasions, the imposing cat just cleans his brother and then curls up and sleeps right next to him. It is never just a cat jumps up on the other side and goes to sleep or in chill mode. It's always a process. I know this, because I ain't.

always have to keep an eye on them when one jumps on the other in case one, usually Luna, starts bullying the other, biting too hard, etc. So this means at some point between each leaving the kitchen the second time, when he observed Luna still on the stool, and coming to the sofa, Luna would have had to have darted out really quick without us noticing, and then ran straight to the chair his brother was in, all within full view of where we both were, and settled down right away without waking his brother up.

That is just not the way that Luna operates. He doesn't dart through the house, unless, on rare occasions, he's playing with his brother, and they have the Zumi's. Otherwise, Luna lumbers. He's a lumberer. That's why his nickname is Luna Bear. He looks in lumbers like a small black bear, and what's more, I had called out,

anybody want a treat, and treat, treat, several times. Ordinarily, when treat time is announced, he always comes running into the room. Always the kitchen, except for last night when we were trying to lure him from the kitchen. Miaoing like crazy, and acting like he's dying or going through withdrawals

and just needs a hit of that life-saving cat treat. It's a running joke that the food and treats are one of the rare things that he'll actually run for. But he was just sitting there on the chair, curled up next to his brother looking at me, like, what are you going on about? We were, or are, so baffled. H. and I looked at each other like,

what the hell just happened? He immediately went back to the kitchen where he just was, and there was no Luna on the stool, because Luna was apparently on the chair next to us. I don't even know, but... Damn. RBC Training Ground has discovered potential in over 20,000 Canadian athletes and counting.

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Ciroat, bookine. Oh, that also. Hey, Raven. I have a glitch that I wanted to share with you that happened to me here only a couple of months ago, and it was seriously creepy to me, so hopefully you enjoy it. This happened on a family vacation slash road trip a few months ago. This was our first trip since COVID started, and we were all very eager to assess. escape the monotony of quarantine. We planned a weekend getaway, and I remember that all of us were super eager to get out and have a great time.

The first day of the trip was pretty normal. A lot of fun times, a lot of fun memories between all of us. I guess I should mention that there was four of us. Myself, I'm 16 and female, my mom and dad, and then my younger sister who was nine. It was a pretty long day, though. So, the hotel that my parents had booked was a welcoming warmth that made us feel right at home. Now, for this story to make sense, I kind of have to explain how the hotel room was set up. The room was painted a nice pastel blue.

It was a really spacious and inviting room. It had two beds that had really pretty dark blue covers. it was a large enough room to have a couch that was also blue, off to the side facing the television. In the bathroom, there was this really large, ornate mirror. Like it had a really pretty and fancy looking frame that it was around it. I remember looking at that mirror and thinking about how nice it was. And lastly, there was a TV mounted to the wall, above the desk that was in the room, was decently sized.

After settling in, I pulled out my Nintendo's Switch, and I laid out on the couch to play some Animal Crossing. My sister was laying in our bed that we were supposed to share, and my parents were in the other bed. It was like ten, and they were all super tired, as was I, but I needed to take care of my island first. Yes, I have a problem. I got a little too involved in the game

and started to doze off myself. Thankfully, I was awake enough to save my game, and after that, I literally passed out hard on the couch. This is where things go from this nice vacation evening to honestly terrifying. When I woke up, I felt disoriented and confused, and not the normal disorientation that happens when you wake up in a hotel room. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was my sister in front of me.

Not like standing in front of me, but lying on the bed, because I was somehow in the bed. I thought, okay, maybe I got up in the middle of the night and got into bed and just don't remember. Maybe I sleepwalked or something. Weird, but not horribly alarming. Then it started to get alarming. When I finally got my eyes fully opened and was cognizant, I noticed that the blankets on the bed were no longer a nice blue. They were an ugly cream color.

I tried to shake this off again, as maybe I just mistook what I saw. I was pretty certain that wasn't the case, but I had to just tell myself that and move on. I stood up, and I started walking towards the bathroom, when I noticed that where the couch was, was now a single black recliner. I paused and stared at this chair for several moments, trying to think back to the night before. I know for a fact I was lying on the couch, but yet now there was no couch, just this black chair. And, sitting right there in the chair was my Nintendo. window switch. I looked to the wall opposite the chair and there was a TV there, but it was no longer

mounted. It was just sitting on top of a dresser. The desk was also gone. The last thing I noticed when I glanced over was the fact that the walls were no longer that inviting pastel blue. It was that cheap apartment tan color. This was the point where I started to have a mini panic attack. I could shrug off waking in the bed and not on the couch. I could move past the color of the blankets being different, but a whole couch just not existing? That was too much for me. I sped up and ran into the bathroom to splash my face with water

to try to keep myself calm. I did so just staring down at the sink and breathing, telling myself it was going to be okay. Then I reached over to grab a towel, and went to dry my face off, which is when I looked up at the mirror. That really, nicely framed, ornate, decorated mirror was gone. And in its place was one of those flat affixed to the wall with little clips, mirror slabs.

The kind that are just a thin piece of glass and lay flat against the wall. I felt a painful chill run down my spine, as I tried to make sense of what the hell I was seeing. Was I dreaming? Hallucinating? As cliche as it is, I actually pinched myself on the arm to see if I was dreaming. But it hurt,

and reality didn't change. I actually stuck my head out and called out to my mom, and I asked her if she remembered the mirror in the bathroom. And she laughed and was like, The mirror? What about it? It's a mirror. I mentioned the nice frame that was on it, and she just said,

No, it was just one of those cheap hotel mirrors. I then mentioned the couch, and she said, You mean the chair? What about it? Neither her nor my dad or sister recalled anything about the room from the night before. None of them thought the room looked any different. After a bit of me trying to say, hey, guys, the room changed, I let it go, because none of them seemed to notice anything amiss.

I just ate my breakfast in silence and packed up my stuff, ready to get out of this place. One last thing to note, I can perfectly visualize the original room. The blue walls, the blue blankets, the blue couch, the mounted TV, as well as that ornate mirror. I remember it all very vividly, and I was able to actually confirm that they did have a room that looked like that. We just didn't stay there. When we got back, I googled the hotel, and I checked out their website, and the demo room on the page was the exact room that I remembered. But it only had one bed.

I showed my mom the picture of the bathroom and mentioned the mirror. She said it was nice, but that the hotel room we stayed in looked nothing like that. From what I found out on the website, this is what they are remodeling all the rooms to look like. Basically, they're upgrading things and making them look nicer. We had apparently stayed in a room that hadn't yet been updated. So, that's my weird story. It was really strange to me that the room does exist. that the hotel does have rooms that look like that,

but it wasn't one that we stayed in. Why can I remember being in that room that we apparently were never in? The room will look like that in the future, as they are upgrading their rooms to be that style. So did I shift to a timeline where that hasn't happened yet? I honestly have no explanation for this, and any thoughts would be more. then welcomed.

Hi, I've only just found this sub, so I'm coming over from paranormal. Around 12 years ago, Tesco Chesterfield, UK, had a recycling machine that gave you Tesco club card points. For those not in the UK, those points build up like air miles and can be transferred for coupons or vouchers. We lived about 30 miles away, a 50-minute drive, and it's a really good to us. So every few months we'd fill up our car as full as possible with bottles, cans, and jars, and drive over. We owned a Skoda Fabia, a small estate car at the time.

We lived in the Derbyshire Peak District, an area known for particularly bad weather. This particular Saturday in November, we had left in cold but clear weather, and got to Tesco at about lunchtime. We did our recycling, filled the car back up with three. shopping and went to get McDonald's. We then started back on the A619 westbound. As we got to Wad Shelf, it started to get foggy, and my husband who was suffering from terminal cancer started to need the loo.

Knowing that we would have to drive at a crawl till we were out of the fog, we decided to stop at the brewer's chef, a Premier Inn and Eastmore and have a loo break. We stopped, and although the pub was welcoming and well lit, It was cold and quiet, and even though there should have been an hour or so of daylight left, it was very dark, and still in fog. We went in, used the loo, bought a soft drink each, used the loo again, and then left. By the time we got to the car, the fog was so thick that it was hard to see the gates of the car park. We pulled out, and this is the only part where I could explain what happened next.

I'm certain, we're both certain, we pulled left, westward. I can't think we would have turned right, even in the fog. In the fog, pulling across a lane of traffic on a corner would be lethal, and I cannot believe that we did it. We started driving, and the fog was so thick that we couldn't see the road in front of the bonnet. The light of the cars were reflecting back on us, and after a long time of just crawling along and seeing nothing, my husband became convinced that we would fall off the edge of the road. So he made me get out with a torch and walk in front of the car. I walked like that for what seemed like miles.

It was utterly wet and frozen, and I couldn't see anything that I recognized. No signs. I couldn't even see the road markings. Just the car behind and literally the step in front of me. After what seemed like an hour, My husband, who was very angry with me moving so slowly, decided he'd be better off just driving, and told me to get back in. After another hour of this, I turned to him and asked how fast he was going.

He said ten miles an hour. I said that he couldn't be because we hadn't come across the Robin Hood Pub or the nether-end roundabout. He asked if I'd recognized any road markings or signs. I hadn't. He then said, I haven't turned the wheel. We both started to be a bit scared. Where are we?

We used this road a lot. We knew it well, but we'd been driving for two hours, and we hadn't reached anything that we recognized. In fact, we hadn't seen anything, just fog and road. We were just about ready to freak out, when suddenly some lights came ahead. Oh, it must be the Robin Hood. We thought we'd stop, have another pee.

But it wasn't the Robin Hood. It was a much bigger pub. In fact, it was a massive junction with the pub on it called the Peacock. It's at a place called Owler Bar, I later found out. We came upon it with the pub on the right-hand side of the road. We were traveling south. It was floodlit and had a huge car park. We could read the road signs here and realize not only were we on a completely different road,

we were miles away from where we thought we were, coming away from Sheffield, not Chesterfield. The road lay out here is like one giant roundabout, and having gone round at once, we realized the road we were on, and the direction we'd been going, which was south, would take us back to the road we wanted to be on.

In fact, it met with the nether-end roundabout. We got there in about 20 minutes, and the fog had cleared before we got to Boslow. We were both freaked out, but it became one of those things we talked about to people. However, we told my parents about four weeks later over Christmas dinner, and my mom dropped her fork and looked at my dad. That happened to us once, dad said, exactly like that. Mum said, he even made me get out of the car.

Nice pub, though, my dad added. I asked them what it was, and my dad just went, one of those, peak district things. My husband, mom, and dad have all passed away, so I don't have any witnesses anymore. So when I found the sub, I thought I had to write it down so I wasn't the only person who knows. I still travel the route regularly, and it has never happened since. But also, I've never found any way of getting from Eastmore to Aller Bar without going back towards Chesterfield.

This happened during a fairly difficult. typical work week, and honestly is an incredibly subtle but kind of creepy glitch for me. I had a routine whenever I worked in the office. Every night before work, I would prepare my lunch so that I didn't have to do it in the morning. Every night during the week, my girlfriend would head to bed, and I would head to the kitchen to get my lunch put together and then would also go to bed. On this particular night, I made a turkey and cheese sandwich.

I grabbed a small bag of chips from the cupboard, and then grabbed the last apple that we had that was sitting in the bowl. On this night, however, I wanted to go ahead and slice up the apple, because I'm not too privy on the skins. So I grabbed the cutting board, sliced it up, and cut off all the apple skins. I then tossed the slices into a Ziploc. Then I went to bed, where my girlfriend was already half asleep. The next day was normal, completely uneventful in the first half,

filled with the usual hustle and bustle of work. When lunchtime came around, I locked my machine, grabbed my lunchbox from my desk drawer, and walked upstairs to the lunchroom, just to get away from my desk for a while. I went over to the same corner table that I liked to sit at, stared at my phone for a few minutes, before finally opening my box to eat my sandwich.

I pulled out the sandwich, the chips, and then when I went to grab the apple, I paused. Something was off. I stared for a second, and my heart skipped a beat when it slowly clicked in my head. Instead of my carefully prepared sliced apple wedges, that I had meticulously prepared the night before, sitting there in my box was a whole, uncut apple.

Same type, same color, but whole. I blinked for a second, thinking that either my eyes were playing tricks on me, or I was losing it. But, no, there it was. A whole untouched apple, as if mocking my confusion. It was just one of those things that happened that you can see in front of you but doesn't make any sense. At first, I thought that maybe my girlfriend was messing with me. Maybe she'd swapped it out.

And I texted her asking if she had, but again it clicked that the apple I cut up was the last one in the bowl. When we buy apples, we buy small bags, and we put them in the fruit bowl in the kitchen. so it wasn't like there was another apple somewhere else that she could have swapped it with. Plus, when she texted me back, she said that she had no idea what I was talking about. Honestly, I don't see any reason as to why she would lie about it. If it were a prank, she would have owned up to it. Because otherwise, what was the payoff? To this day, I seriously cannot explain how...

Or why this happened. I half expected to find a bag of apple slices somewhere in the fridge, or on my desk or something, but never did. I also checked the trash can in the kitchen when I got home from work, because, logically, it would be filled with apple peels, right? It wasn't. There wasn't a single apple peel in the can. So it was as if I had never sliced or peeled the apple. The only other logical explanation would be that someone at my work swapped the apples out. But to do that, they would have had to have waited for me to walk away from my desk,

gotten into my drawer, opened my lunch bag, and swapped out the apple, and then put it all back without anyone else noticing them. Plus, this would require them to know that I had brought sliced apples instead of a whole one. And it's not like I went around bragging that I had cut up an apple last night. Honestly, it's these small and inexplicable moments that remind me that there is more to our reality than meets the eyes. If nothing else, it's enough to keep you wondering what it is that's out there that is playing these little tricks on us. Our kitchen is kind of small, cramped. But I love kitchen gadgets.

So, to make room for all of them, I gutted the counters and moved all my small kitchen appliances from the countertops into our pantry. The pantry is located off center to the side of our dishwasher, so it's not a walk-in, but rather two French doors that open outward. Last week, we decided to get rid of our Ninja Blender because the plastic cracked, and we invested in a Vitamix anyway. On Sunday, I finally took the Vitamix out of the box, and I tossed it. the instruction manual into the junk drawer, which comes into play later, and my husband even said,

how great, another useless manual to add to the collection. The Ninja Blender was front and center because I used the blender a ton, so I took it out of the pantry and placed the Vitamix in its place. I put the Ninja Blender into the Vitamix box. I took the Vitamix container out of the pantry to rinse it with warm water and soap. And then I took the plastic off the tip of the cord, and those twist ties that keep the cords tidy. I dried it and put it back, made dinner, and my husband was like, do you want a smoothie? Of course, I was like, hell yeah. Let's put this expensive blender to good use.

He goes to the kitchen, and he's like, Babe, did you put the blender back in the box? I walk back to the kitchen, and there's the blender in the box with the cord, with ties, and the plastic over the tip of the plug. The Ninja Blender was in the pantry where it was before. Obviously, I think we've both gone crazy. So I'm like, maybe I just imagined that. But then my husband said, did I imagine that too?

We look at each other and we're like, the junk drawer, the manual was in the junk drawer. So rewind it to when we were going to buy the items to cook dinner. We left the keys in the foyer because we have a long shelf and we just keep the keys there, because it's easy to grab them as you walk out the door. The keys weren't there. So we wasted a good 15 to 20 minutes looking for those damned keys. And to be honest, that's the only weird thing that happened prior to us opening the blender.

I started obsessing about this, naturally. I came to Reddit and I'm like, maybe I'm not crazy. I don't know, but... The likelihood of both my husband and I remembering everything makes me think that maybe, in another time, we didn't lose the keys. And something happened to both of us? We don't have attics or basements. We live in California, and our older boys were at work, and our youngest was with some friends for the weekend. So it was just me, the husband, and the dogs.

We don't drink or do drugs or even take our ex-drugs, so we were stone-cold sober. and apparently excited for smoothies. We have a ring so I know that no one came in or walked out of the house or garage. And honestly, I cannot stop thinking about this. This all started about two weeks ago. Well, at least, that's when I noticed it. I actually have no idea how long it's actually been going on. Could be years, or could be my entire life.

Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. I noticed something off about my surroundings a couple weeks back. It was really slight, but I caught it just before it fixed itself. The sun was setting soon and the light was hitting the stuff in my house, from the view of the big living room bay window. As the shadows were cast across the ground, I noticed one of them, particularly my house plant, was off by just an inch or so.

And I don't mean to the left or right. I mean from the starting point of the base of the plant pot. There was a gap between where the shadow started and the bottom of the plant pot itself. In between the gap was the room's normal glow from the house lamp. But like a figure out of the corner of my eye, as soon as I saw it, it was gone. But it was just long.

enough to throw me off. It wasn't enough to stop me in my tracks and start investigating. Not yet, anyway. So I continued my work on my laptop and went about the rest of the night. I woke up the next morning,

got up, and went to go take a shower. We have two bathrooms, each with one window that faces the door and is inside the shadow. It's blurred at the bottom so no one can peek in. But it still has enough at the top for proper light to come through.

As I finish my shadow and pull the curtain back to step out, I see my shadow being cast on the ground, and I thought about the previous night. It caused me to look closely again at the shadow. I noticed that my shadow was slightly askew, a little too far to the right. I lifted my hand up to test it, and sure enough, the shadow didn't seem to line up. In fact, it was slightly above where it should be, along with being too far to the right. But again, just as I blinked and noticed it properly, it was fixed. This time I was freaking out. I got to properly test my confusion and was met with even more confusing results. After that, I noticed. I noticed. I noticed. I was a lot of It existed everywhere. Cars, buses, food, other people. Not everything, but at least one thing with a shadow in my view every so often would be off.

The shower was the only time that I got to interact with phenomena. After that, it was just when I glanced and focused on it quickly, and then it would fix itself right then and there. It felt like a video game, how sometimes they'll only render the proper details of the world around you when it's looking to save resources. It never derailed my life. It was just shadows, whatever it was. I could deal with it. Until I brought it up to my friend Dave, who said he noticed the exact same thing around lately. It's like whatever the world runs off of is running out of it. and fast. Me and Dave decided to search the internet for any ideas as to what could be going on.

The only thing that kept popping up is simulation theory. The theory is basically this. Some people seem to think that instead of there being a god or lack thereof, that we are actually all in a simulation, based on some computer somewhere, like the movie The Matrix. We spent hours just looking into it. The more we read, the more we thought that it was true. That was, until I woke up the next morning, and not a single shadow was out of place.

Then, throughout the day, nothing. Everything was so normal that it freaked me out more than the messed up shadows. It was so jarring to see it all return to the way that it was. It was like something noticed that I figured out. something was off, and then quickly corrected it. When I asked David lunch that day if it fixed for him, he seemed to have no clue as to what I was talking about. Weeks have gone by, and I still find myself looking around for one messed up shadow, and to this

day nothing. It's worse than knowing something was wrong, because now it's all back to normal, and I have no proof of anything being out of the ordinary. It drives me crazy, to be honest. I'm posting this here to see if anyone else has experienced off-shadows of their everyday wares and experiences, or even just anything similar that might help me think that I'm not going crazy. This happened about two years ago. It's not as creepy or weird as most of the posts on here,

but it's confused the hell out of me and my fiancé. ever since. So, around two years ago, we were about to go on holiday, vacation. When we go on holiday, we always keep our two cats in. They usually like to go out in the morning first thing, so that we can get them in the cat carrier and take them to the cattery while we're away. So, this one morning, cats were in, I had made sure the night before while they were in to close all the windows, etc.

This isn't the first time we've had to do this for vet trips, holidays, etc. I get the cat carriers. They freak out, as always. My female cat runs upstairs, she's by far the more nervous of the two. I managed to get the male cat in his carrier, me and my partner go upstairs to find the female cat. She's nowhere to be seen. At this point, that's completely normal.

They will always try and hide anywhere they can in the same. situation. We spent about half an hour searching every single possible place in the house to no avail. Still thinking she just found some ridiculous hiding place. In the past, she has managed to hide under a dressing gown that was on the floor, in drawers under the bed that we have no idea how she managed to squeeze into, and other various hiding places. Beginning to get distressed at this point, as we have to leave soon to get the

them to the cattery and leave for the airport. I go downstairs for a triple check of anywhere downstairs. Cats can obviously be really elusive when they want to, so she could have snuck past us, of course. And my cat is sitting, waiting at the door, to come in, in the back garden. Both of us had absolutely no idea how it happened, and were absolutely blown away and confused. The strange part is she seemed to have completely forgotten about the fear and anxiety of going in the cat carrier or trying to hide. She just strolled on in.

I grabbed her and put her in the carrier. We're both kind of freaking out at this point, so again I check every single door and window in the house, and not a single one is open or unlocked. Now, I'm not a believer in anything supernatural, really, but this one really weird. It weirded us both out. And I still think about it to this day. Maybe there is some explanation or something I missed, but I've never been able to work it out. Maybe someone out there has an obvious answer.

I was running late for work this morning while my wife was tending to our one-year-old who was sick with a cold. She asked if I could stop at the Walgreens down the street to get him some cough medicine. I was in a huge rush, but didn't want him to go without, so I headed over there as quickly as I could. My wife and I were on the phone as I was driving and pulling into the parking lot. The street was busy and packed with cars, and as I was walking up to the store, I noticed a woman putting her screaming child into her car just outside the store. My wife was reminding me which medicine to buy as I checked my phone for the time, and that's when it got weird.

The second I walked into that store, my phone turned off and the call dropped. The sliding door closed behind me and the entire store was empty. The lighting was different than what I was used to, fluorescent and cold. There was no one at the front and no one in any of the aisles that I could see. I turned around to look outside and there were no cars in the street, not even the woman who was there just five seconds ago. I actually said hello, twice loudly, feeling this was some sort of horror movie that I was in. The entire store was silent, and I go to grab my phone again to film this in case no one believed me,

and of course it won't turn on. I turned the corner down a random aisle, and just like that, there's people there. The lighting is different now and warmer. There was even music. Now, I turn to look at the front of the store, and there's a customer mid-transaction with a checker. My phone starts working again, and my wife is calling me. She tells me it just went silent and said call failed. I stood there for a minute and realized there was nothing I could do but buy the medicine and go on with my day.

I don't know if this was a glitch in the Matrix, odd and coincidental timing, or some weird parallel universe type stuff, but all I know is that. that it was strange as hell. And I really didn't know who to tell this to. I have a peculiar experience that I had when I was way younger. And I'm pretty sure that it was a glitch in the Matrix. But I was really young, and this was way before glitches were a thing that people discussed. Yes, I was a young kid, about nine years old. But this is a core memory for me because of how weird it was.

It was a Friday afternoon in the summer, and I was home with my older sister watching me. My parents both at work. My sister was, quote, watching me, but she wasn't exactly the best babysitter, and she would just stay in her room while I did whatever I wanted. So, being nine, I decided that lunch that day was going to be a massive bowl of chocolate ice cream with sprinkles, while sitting in. out on the back porch. I was living the dream. This was everything for me at that moment. Chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup,

sprinkles. I've never been happier since, honestly. Then, my happiness was cut short by my own lack of dexterity. I was lifting a shovel's worth of ice cream to my mouth when I slipped up and dumped a huge amount of, of chocolate ice cream straight on to my t-shirt.

And, of course, this would happen on the day where I'm wearing a light blue t-shirt, one of my favorite shirts. It wasn't just a little bit that hit the shirt. It was a huge, half-melted glob of chocolate, and it ran all the way down the shirt. So, in other words, I was pretty certain that it was ruined. wind. Panicking, I rushed inside. Tears started to well up in my eyes, and I knew that I was going to be in a ton of trouble. I changed out the shirt, and I put the blue one on my bed trying to better

look at the stain, thinking maybe it's not as bad as I thought it was. But, no, it was actually worse. I stared at this massive brown splotch with drip lines all the way to the bottom of the shirt. My favorite shirt at the time was completely ruined. When my mom got home later that day, I approached her with guilt written all over my face. I was sure that she was going to kill me. And I braced myself for the scolding of a lifetime.

I told her sheepishly. about the shirt and about how I was eating ice cream and how I had stained the shirt. She looked at me concerned and sighed, but then asked, How bad is it? I told her that it was pretty bad. She shook her head, but just asked me to bring her the shirt so that she could see what she could do. I walked to my room and angrily grabbed the shirt off of my bed, not wanting to look at it, and then walked out of the room.

to hand it to her. I handed it to her, and I couldn't bring myself to look at her, but then it got weird. She said, where's the stain, Josie? I looked up and said, on the front, it was a really big spot. My mom turned the shirt's front to face me, and sure enough, there was no stain on the shirt. I started the fabric unable to really believe. leave what I was seeing. The stain was completely gone.

Not faded, not partially removed, just completely gone. As if it had never even happened. I grabbed the shirt from her examining it closely, my mind swirling. I knew what I had seen. I knew the ice cream had spilled and covered the front of the shirt. But there was no way for me to deny the evidence

in front of me. My mom said that I probably just thought that I had dropped some on the shirt but didn't. But I know for a fact that I did. I didn't do anything to clean the shirt, because back then it didn't occur to me to wet the shirt or anything. So I just dropped it on my bed. Honestly, the chocolate should have set into the fabric. I checked my room to make sure that I hadn't grabbed the wrong shirt, but no.

It was the only one on my bed. Obviously, I got over it, but it was still really bizarre to me. Sometimes I'll just think back to that day and try to think of some rational explanation, but I've got nothing. It was an impossible thing to happen, something that showed me that there are cracks in our reality, because that shirt should have been ruined. But yet, there wasn't even the slightest of it.

amount of chocolate ice cream on any of the fabric. This is the most tragic and strangest story, and it happened seven years ago. This is the first time I'm sharing it with someone. I haven't even shared it with my mother. The year was 2017. It was summer. I returned to my home country after one year from a university abroad. My father picked me up at the airport, and we had dinner at home.

Everything was as usual as it could be. I went to bed around 12 p.m., and I slept immediately. I woke up around 5 a.m. to go to the restroom, and went directly to the bathroom, which is in my room, so I didn't even step out of my room. We all think about different things when going to the bathroom, such as the color of the walls or what's to eat for breakfast. For this time, out of nowhere, I start to be. I started thinking about if I had to choose one between choosing my mother or my father being dead. Then I thought my sister would be devastated without my mother, and my father cannot handle my sister in her teenage years.

I decided that absence of my father would be easier than losing my mother. I finished going and was just about to get back to bed. I heard a strong snoring noise. My father was always snoring since my child. and sometimes we would have fun with it, make jokes. However, this time it felt stronger, and not natural. The noise led me to the living room where I found my father lying on the couch, with a little blood on his nose.

I tried to wake him up, but he was fully unconscious. I called 911, woke my mother up, but once we arrived to the hospital, he'd passed away. He was 48. Doctor said it was from a cerebral hemorrhage by high blood pressure. We don't know about what time it happened. I'm still confused with this situation. I wasn't there for a year and had the chance of having one last dinner and conversation with my father. I found him like that, and my blood ran cold.

I can't imagine the trauma they would have to live through if my mother or sister had found him lying on the couch. And, of course, I still think, why did I think such a thing in the bathroom? And what would have happened if I had chose my mother? Thank you for reading and sharing my memory. This happened around early July of this year. It took me a while to submit this story because I was afraid that it may seem unbelievable. But then again, I'm sure Raven has read a lot of crazy stuff.

I absolutely have, so let's get right into it. I deliver for Uber Eats and DoorDash for my job. On this day, I started off my day with an Uber Eats order for a small local coffee shop around 10 a.m. I get to the coffee shop and no one is in line ahead of me. The inside of the store, including the floor, is clean and normal. I show the shop worker, barista, the order on my phone. She has the drinks ready on the side and takes a couple of minutes to bag up the food items.

By now, a few more customers had come into the coffee shop, and there was three people lined up behind me. As the barista gave me the bag with the food and drink for my order, and I was about to walk away, a FedEx driver who was lined up behind me tapped me on the shoulder very hard. He pointed to the ground where I was standing right in front of the camera, counter, and there was a pile of cash scattered on the floor. I'm 100% certain that it was not there when I came in. There was nothing on the floor. Initially, I thought, okay, maybe a few bills could have slipped out of my pocket,

as I took out my phone to show the barista my order. So, I go to quickly pick up the cash, which was a few twenties, tens, fives, and all totaling $204. It was quite a few bills, so it took me a while to get it picked up. As I'm gathering it all, I realized that I could not have left the house with this much cash. In the couple of minutes it took me to gather all the bills, I could feel everyone in the store watching me, but no one said a word. I just say, I'm sorry, I'm a mess today.

as I leave to deliver my order. I quickly go drop off the order, and then I'm trying to process what just happened. If the cash belonged to a customer behind me, they would have certainly said something in the few minutes it took for me to pick it all up. It definitely wasn't the FedEx driver's money, unless he wanted to blow $200 to play a weird prank on me,

and then never let me know about it. The coffee shop opens at 8 a.m., so they couldn't have made that much in tips in that time frame. Had it been the contents of their tip jar or their cash on hand in their register, they certainly would have said something while I was picking it up. This coffee shop is right next to a credit union, but I don't know how cash they have in their secure holding could end up at my feet. About three weeks pass before I get another order for this specific coffee shop.

I'm a bit nervous going in, worrying that someone might say, Hey, that's the guy that took the money. However, there was nothing like that. They quietly handed me my order. As I was leaving, I kept checking the floor several times. But no pile of cash this time. This happened to my wife and I, about a year and a half ago. We were in El Paso for a friend's wedding.

It was an afternoon wedding that lasted well in, the evenings, so we did not get back on the road toward home until pretty late. It was a two-and-a-half-hour drive home through the Guadalupe Mountains. As we were leaving, a friend of mine took us aside and said, Be very careful on your way home. Those roads are dangerous at night. We assured her that we would be careful and set out on our way. Fast forward, about an hour and a half, we were driving through the mountains. It was a very dark night, and we had been pretty much the only people on the road up to that point.

The place where we were driving was straight for several miles, with a small gravel shoulder on the right, and then a fairly steep hill just beyond that shoulder. We saw headlights coming from in front of us, but there was something off. My wife mentioned it. There's something weird about that car. It was then that I noticed it as well. Yeah, there was something weird. But what was it?

It was coming on fast, and it was only until it was almost on top of us that I realized, it was in my lane. I jerked the wheel to the right, and then I was on the road past the car, nothing amiss. I think I drove the shoulder to avoid the accident, but my memory is very fuzzy in that regard. If that's the case, then I must be a very skilled driver. We'd been going 60 miles per hour. The shoulder was narrow and gravel.

I would have had to have hit the shoulder, avoided the other car, avoided the drop-off, not slide on the gravel, and not over-correct to get back on the road, at 60 miles per hour, in the dark, in a minivan. The only thing I have a clear memory of are cranking the wheel to the right, and then being back on the road. So, Miracle? glitch in the Matrix? Or am I just a tremendous defensive driver

with a memory affected by adrenaline? I was reading through these and decided that I would share the weirdest glitch that I've personally experienced. A few years back, I lived in a sober house, a great group of guys that I actually got pretty close to. One night, a good friend that lived in the house with me and I went over to talk to a friend that had relapsed.

We had a good friend. conversation for about two hours. Around midnight, we decided that it was getting late and left. Instead of taking the through-way back, we decided to get some Wendy's and take the long way back. About 20 minutes into our drive down the road, I'd been down a dozen of times, I suddenly see a light ahead of me turn red, and have to come to a fairly quick stop. We both look up, and at the same time.

time see a cop taking a right-hand turn at the same intersection. We're both a bit relieved. Neither of us were deep enough into sobriety to shake that innate addict fear of cops. We're sitting there chuckling to ourselves and after 30 seconds we're both looking up at the lights and chatting. A minute goes by and then two, and the light is still red, which by this point we both make a comment and how long it's been red. Immediately after this, there's suddenly headlights coming through my rear window, and I don't mean they slowly faded in. They were just there. A large SUV suddenly swerves and lays on the horn and hollering something out his window.

My friend and I immediately comment something like, Look at this, A-hole, blowing a red and blaming us. And as we both looked up, we realize there is no red light. Not only is there no red light, there's no light at all. Ahead of us is an empty intersection, four stop signs, and nothing else. We were both so creeped out. We looked at each other and he said, What the hell?

And his face was white. We got home after that without incident and never talked about it again. This was almost four years ago, and I've never forgotten it. I'm writing this as soon as possible, so I don't forget any details. But, anyways, I'm a teenager, and me and my family always either do our own thing or hang out. No in betweens. I was in my room hiding my snacks under my bed when I see my dog. He's a large husky, so he can't go unnoticed or be missed when he walks into a room.

I saw him, and I said, Hi, baby boy. As I lift my hand to pet him, he ran away like he was scared. I love my dogs, so I ran after him so that I could calm him down. I assumed that he went into the living room, and when I enter I see my mom petting him laying on the couch. I ask my mom, how long has he been there? She replied,

A few minutes? Why? I started freaking out, as I asked my mom if he ran in here and she said, No, I got out of the shower a few minutes ago and we've been watching TV. Is something wrong? I tell my mom what happened, and we can't explain it. I swear that I saw my dog, and I don't suffer from any mental illnesses. This story can really only be explained as a gleevely.

glitch in the Matrix. This might be silly, and the title not accurate, but I am kind of confused right now. I've just started a new job after years of doing night shifts. After a few weeks, I was introduced to my manager for the initial assessment. As soon as I saw her and heard her name, I thought, where have I seen her? A few more weeks go by, and my mind still tries to remember where I saw her, and then I remembered. She worked for maybe two weeks on night shifts at the same place that I used to work. We were more than 20 people and the turnover was high, so it took me a while to remember her,

but then I got it. I remember chatting with her and also her name. So I just gave it for granted that she was the same person that worked night shifts with me, and now she's a manager, so good for her. This was, until I got to know her better. It turns out that not only is she wealthy, she lives in a big house in an exclusive area, so there's no reason for her to have worked night shifts at a grocery store, but she told me that she has been a manager at this new place for years. But I remember her from just last year.

Now, there are obviously a few rational explanations, such as she has an identical twin, but I remember her name. She temporarily lost her job, but she's been working there for years, and everyone treats her like their lifetime friends. She infiltrated a rifle business? Weird, but who knows, I guess. I then ran out of explanations. The obvious move is to ask her about it, but now it's been months,

and it would be kind of awkward to ask. I know this might sound silly, but her as a person is unmistakable. Tall, big, red cheeks, peculiar voice, and this whole thing has been bouncing in my head for months now. I work in a warehouse, and one of my jobs is to shrink-wrap skids of electronics using a machine with a turntable. The machine is used by just one other person besides me. and it's in a remote part of the warehouse that is seldom visited. This is an important detail to remember. There's a platform next to the machine where a box cutter and a pair of scissors rest,

which are used to cut the shrink-wrapped after the skids are wrapped. One day, I had several skids to shrink-wrap, so throughout the morning I would arrive at the machine with a skid, wrap it up, and then use the scissors to cut it. but later in the day after wrapping up another skid, I looked on the platform and only saw the box cutter. The scissors were gone. At first I was annoyed because I preferred using the scissors.

But after using the box cutter, I began to wonder what exactly happened to the scissors. I figured I must have absent-mindedly taken them back with me the last time I was there. So, back I went to my work area with my wrapped seat. skid, and no sooner do I get there do I completely forget to look for the scissors. Anyhow, about half an hour later, I returned to the machine with a new skid to wrap, and, when I glanced at the platform, there were the scissors, right there in their usual place.

I began to wonder what happened, because I was quite certain that I hadn't put them there. I considered the possibility of someone who needed the scissors took them away and later returned, all when I wasn't there. However, this really didn't add up. As I said before, this area was rarely visited by anybody, meaning few, if any, people would even know the scissors were there. And even if someone who had seen them before was in need of a pair, logic argued that he or she wouldn't have even thought about that pair. Instead, it would make more sense to visit one of the multiple office areas in the warehouse to get one. So, I can't be 100% certain if any glitch took place.

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