As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Vol 23 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: November 12, 2025

Today we have 27 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 May 2022, September 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 Second Story, No ads after that Story 1: 00:24 Story 2: 03:36 Story 3: 09:12 Story 4: 15:06 Story 5: 17:44 Story 6: 22:23 Story 7: 31:14 Story 8: 35:20 Story 9: 39:17 Story 10: 44:03 Story 11: 46:49 Story 12: 50:00 Story 13: 54:07 Story 14: 57:48 Story 15: 1:00:01 Story 16: 1:02:51 Story 17: 1:05:36 Story 18: 1:09:07 Story 19: 1:13:16 Story 20: 1:15:15 Story 21: 1:19:52 Story 22: 1:22:47 Story 23: 1:25:49 Story 24: 1:28:38 Story 25: 1:32:08 Story 26: 1:34:59 Story 27: 1:36:50 ----- 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're aboard of Viarai. Embarked and profite. Embarked and relaxes. Cirotay. Bookine. Oh, that also. And profite. Viaray, the voice that we love that we love. 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. I used to be in the Army.

One day, about six years ago, four of my soldiers and I, and I was a sergeant at the time, were working on our vehicle maintenance on Motorpool Monday. I had been with this organization for almost two years, and the process for turning in our maintenance paperwork had always been the same. The process was, inspects the vehicles,

annotate any faults on the paperwork, 598, bring it to the mechanics to verify any faults, then once verified, bring it to the company XO. After I passed out the maintenance paperwork for that week to my soldiers, they went out and tried to complete the task. However, they came back to me a little while later to let me know that the mechanics were refusing to verify the paperwork and said that we were supposed to bring it to the XO first,

and then it would go to them. This irritated me, because I knew the process, and that was wrong. I figured it was just a new mechanic giving out bad information, so I went and talked to the maintenance chief warrant officer. When I told him the process we were trying to do, his exact words were, we have never done it like that, Sergeant. At this point, I feel like I'm being pranked,

so I call my platoon sergeant. He tells me that I am wrong, and that it has never been done the way that I remember. Well, it wasn't just me that remembered it that way. All four of my soldiers were just as confused as myself. We asked our buddies from other platoons, other mechanics, and other sergeants, and everyone told us that we were wrong. Wanting to just be done for the day, we all complied with the process. A week goes by, and Motorpool Monday

comes back around. My soldiers and I do the process that we did the week prior. I go to bring the paperwork to the XO before the mechanics, and he looks at me and says, What are you doing, Sergeant? Is that to be verified by the mechanics first before you bring them to me? I laughed and asked if he was joking, but he was not. So I went back to Motorpool and asked the maintenance chief,

who affirmed the process that I knew was right from the beginning. I went back to my office and told my soldiers, who were all just as confused as I was. Everyone had gone back to the original way, and no one had any memory of the other process other than the four soldiers in myself. We could not think of a good explanation for what happened, other than a really weird shared glitch.

The process never changed again. It remained the same for the next year and a half that I was with that organization. To this day, I randomly think about it, and it drives me crazy not knowing what happened there. Hi, Raven. I hope this message finds you well. I've been a long-time listener,

and I've always enjoyed your readings of glitch stories. Unexpectedly, I found myself experiencing one about a year ago, or at least it started then. To make sense of this, I need to provide some bad. background, so I hope this isn't too long. Several years ago, I worked at a dry cleaners, where my now ex-partner, with whom my husband and I are still on friendly terms, also worked. We had a difficult manager whom I'll refer to as KT.

Without delving into her personal issues, she was using substances that would not pass legal standards while on the job, and she drank heavily. I'm uncertain if she could function without these substances, but she was verbally abusive and would degrade anyone who angered her. If you crossed her, she would assign you tasks you weren't trained for, which, in the world of steam presses and scorching irons, that didn't always end well. She made life unbearable for both my ex and I. Fortunately, I managed to drop store, so I only had to see her twice a day, while my ex had to endure her for eight hours six days a week. One day she called me in a panic, telling me that my ex had locked himself in the bathroom crying.

When I asked why, she went silent and hung up. I later learned that she had verbally berated him, and even threw hangers at him, causing him to lose his composure momentary. After I left that job, I had to endure her randomly showing up at my new workplace, or my house, as well as constant calls and texts begging me to hang out with her. Let me assure you we had nothing in common. We had never spent time together outside of work, and my children always came first. It didn't take me long to move and change my number, as the word no never seemed to work with her. At this point, my ex and I had split on friendly terms, and my children and I needed a safe haven. Now that I've established the kind of person she was, I can delve into the glitch. In June of 2022, my husband and I bought a house in the town where I knew KT lived.

This made me extremely nervous, as the thought of running into her scared me more than I can express. To ensure that my home wasn't near hers, I decided to look her up online. That's when I discovered she had passed away in 2019. Now, please understand that I don't wish harm on anyone, regardless of the past. I did wish her the best. I contacted my ex to let him know, as he would have a full-blown panic attack if he saw a car, resembling hers on the road. I understand anxiety,

so I thought this information would help ease his worries. He confirmed it by finding the article himself, and my husband and my kids also saw it. The fact that she had passed away was indisputable. Until about three months ago. Three months ago, I had a feeling that I associated with KT. For some reason, I decided to look her up once more. This time, the search results indicated that she had purchased a home in 2020, in a town just won over from mine.

Since I frequently travel through that town, I instantly felt uneasy. I couldn't believe what I was reading. Three months ago, she was listed as alive and well, with no mention of her passing. I felt like I was losing my mind. I began to wonder if I just dreamed of her passing, so I showed my husband who was equally perplexed. I informed my ex, and he confirmed it by finding her online presence once again. At this point, I considered sharing this, but I never made the time, and to be honest, I didn't want to think about her. Last week, I had that familiar feeling linked to KT, so I googled.

her once more. As you may have guessed, the results showed that she had passed away in 2019 with the same article as the initial discovery. I scroll through my phone because I had taken screenshots of her 2020 home purchase when the first article disappeared from the internet. I wanted proof, but, of course, the screenshots were no longer there. Now, I'm left feeling very very. very confused and have no idea what to make of all this.

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for years. My friend and I were walking to IHOP one night. Around 10 to 11 p.m.

the walk was about an hour long. At one point we were walking along the sidewalk of a main road. Three of my friends were ahead of me, two were behind me, and I was alone. I was appreciating the walk and low-key eavesdropping into what everyone was talking about when I saw something in the field next to us. Whatever it was was a fair distance away from us, 15, 20 yards, It looked like something had been thrown, or an animal had jumped, but it was mid-air when I saw it, so I didn't know where it had come from. And it moved parallel to us, in a straight line, which was weird to me.

At first I thought it was an animal and kept looking to see if it would jump again, but nothing moved. I stopped at this point, I'm curious for literally no reason. I asked my friends behind me if they had thrown something, figured they could have been eating a snack or something and thrown it into the field. They were confused at the question, though, and said no. So I was confused. I asked my friends to shine their flashlights into the field and behind us, and that I thought I had seen something. We didn't see anything anywhere. My friends were telling me that nobody could have been near us,

that we were okay. There was nobody out at this point, not even cars. And if someone had been in the field, I, or we, would have seen or heard them when I first saw the movement. So, I let it go, and

continued on. I was still uneasy when we started walking away, though. My best friends, who will call L and P, asked me what had happened. I told them, A, I have no idea what actually happened, because nobody there could have thrown anything, but

B, it looked like something was thrown in the field. I was trying to describe what it looked and moved like, and my first instinct was a half-eaten applecour, and I told them that. I don't know when I came to that conclusion, or how, I came to that conclusion, but I think it's the part that weirds me out the most about all of this. Everyone remembers me saying it, so it wasn't just me

thinking wrong, but I don't understand how I could have guessed it, seen it? I don't know. Anyways. When we were walking back home, I ran ahead to see if I could find anything in the field. And Elle came with me.

We searched the whole area, but didn't find anything. After three minutes or so, I told Elle that we should just go back, that it was late and I didn't want to hold everyone up. And we walked back slowly, still keeping an eye on the ground. We were talking, she was looking around a couple of yards behind me, and then I saw it. A half-eaten applecour. A literal, actual half-eaten apple-core in the middle of the field.

It was new, too. It was a bit brown, but it wasn't mushy or rotten or anything of the sort. I called Elle over, then she called everyone else over. It was so freaking weird. We talked about it the whole night, and Elle and I took a photo. I wish I still had it. And this next part could definitely be coincidental, but it still feels interesting. A minute later, we were waiting for the crosswalk to turn.

For context, we were about to turn. to get off the main road, which is the only police patrolled, well-lit area of the walk. The other 45 minutes or so were mainly isolated neighborhoods and construction sites. But, before the crosswalk turned, a cop car passed us and turned its lights on, and then pulled up next to us. And holy crap, that was not a good feeling. Because it was absolutely past curfew at this point, and admittedly not everyone's parents. knew we were out so late. Long story, not so short, the cops took our information and escorted us home.

All was well. But when everyone started joking about how they were glad we didn't have to walk the rest of the way, I realized something. If I didn't stop and look for the apple, we would have crossed the street five minutes before the police car even passed. They wouldn't have seen us. We wouldn't have gotten pulled over. and we would have walked the whole way home.

It's such an odd thing, but I do wonder sometimes if something could have happened on the walk home. If the apple, as random and absurd as it was, could have anything to do with making sure we got driven home instead. It's a stretch, but still interesting. And it's the only logical explanation I have for where the actual hell. that half-eaten applecore it came from. Hi there. I'm a 39-year-old female,

and this occurred, I think, a little over a year ago. This was a very real event. No drugs or alcohol. I was in our bathroom, which has a line of sight out the back window to where my hubby passes by

before coming in the door. So I was just doing my hair and looked over to see him outside the window, walking up, switching the Kroger bag to his other hand, and to grab his keys, etc.

Then heard the door and watched him walk by to the kitchen. I said, hey baby, and he didn't hear me. Not surprising, his hearing isn't the best. But I heard him lay the bags down and then lay his keys and wallet down, so I stuck a clip in that last bit of hair to do and started out of the bathroom door to give him a hug and kiss. Well, here it is. instantly when I walked out of the doorway of the bathroom

everything was completely different all the lights were out and they had certainly been on a moment prior totally weirded out I felt shaky and whatnot but I guess managed to walk a few steps to look toward the kitchen only to see my husband wasn't even there

then before I even had time to attempt to process what the hell just happened I saw through our kitchen window. His headlights were coming down the driveway. It was then that I started to get extra weirded out, and for sure had to sit down. I remember I propped myself sitting against the edge of my couch arm, and the next part is what freaks me out the absolute most.

I couldn't believe my eyes at all. As I watched him walk around that window, it was like someone had just literally rewound a tape and was replaying, it. The exact same motions, the exact same sounds, all the way through including him setting the keys and bags down. The only thing I could think at that point is how crazy I would actually sound if I told anyone this, except I told my husband right when he got there. So I just want to know if anyone has any ideas of what happened. I'm open to hear about it. It's the single most unbelievable, ex-a-sacistinged, existential type thing that's happened in my life.

And I will never forget it. For my birthday, on Sunday, my mom wrapped a bunch of my childhood things that she found in storage over the past few months. I'm a very sentimental person, so this was an amazing gift. The most exciting thing she found was one of my troll dolls. It's an Easter troll

that my grandparents gave me when I was little. He has a little white jumpsuit with colored eggs on it, and a little bunny ear headband. This little guy is extra special to me because both of my grandparents have passed. When I unwrapped it, the ears were missing. She said, wait, his ears aren't in there? I had them. I think I know where they are. So, then yesterday, I went up to my parents' house to visit.

I brought the troll so that I wouldn't forget to grab the bunny ears. When I took the troll out of my purse, my mom said to my dad, Oh, where are the ears? They were on the back of the chair. They weren't there anymore. While she looked for them, I went into my childhood bedroom to look for something else. Placed right in the middle of my carebear desk was the bunny ear headband. I saw it as soon as I walked in my room. plain sight, so I grabbed it and went back out into the living room.

When I got there, my mom said, here you go, and held up the bunny ears. Identical bunny ears. I was like, um, mom? And held up the bunny ears that I had found. We were both like, what the hell? I only had that one Easter troll, and he only had. one headband. These headbands are identical,

exactly the same in every way, except the one that she found had a broken band. I threw the broken one in the garbage. The placement of the one that I found in my room is really strange. I thought that my mom had

put it there so it wouldn't get lost. There was nothing else on the desk, and she doesn't meddle in my bedroom. Every time I go up there, things are exactly the way I left them, and that headband sure as hell was not there the last time I was there. I would have put it away with my old toys.

I have OCD, and everything has its place. But it gets weirder. Today, I texted my mom and asked her not to take the garbage out. I decided I wanted to keep the broken headband as proof that this happened, as it was just too weird to ignore. She responded with, What? I repeated myself.

I want the bunny ear headband that I threw away, so I'm going to have to dig through your garbage the next time I come up. She said, it's on the table. To which I said, What? I threw it away.

She replied, So you didn't take one? And then I said, I took one, the one that wasn't broken. To which she replied, The one on the table isn't broken. I feel crazy. I've experienced a lot of really weird stuff in my life.

I have a list of things written down. This is easily one of the weirdest things I have ever experienced. I keep trying to rationalize it, but I just can't. I only had one Easter troll doll, one, and the magic, broken twin bunny ear headband, climbed out of the garbage onto the dining room table and mended itself? No, there has to be an explanation, but their freaking isn't one. Quick update from the OP, I mistakenly thought the garbage had been picked up. It had not been.

It was still on the curb at the time. My dad took the liberty of digging through it and did not locate a third pair of bunny ears. I truly believe that I died the night that I overdosed in February 2021. I still can't stop thinking about that night. It isn't a constant thought, but it is consistent enough to make me notice it.

I'd failed overdosing before, and I wanted to make sure that I had it right. I researched the drug that I chose and the levels that it was lethal at. I picked one that I knew had a 100% chance of death over a certain amount. To be extra sure, I combined it with other lethal substances as well at their lethal doses. It was a rough time in my life, and I'd gone through so much. Anyways, I'm in an okay place now, but back to the story, though. I was hysterical, saying goodbye to my dogs. I wrote a letter, emailed it to myself knowing someone would find it,

and I went to bed next to my husband's expecting not to wake up. But that's when things got really weird. I couldn't fall asleep, and about an hour or two. two in, I started to panic. My husband was sound asleep next to me, and I don't know why, but I got out of bed, and I knelt on the floor in the yoga child's pose. And I felt like I was continuously falling through my floor back into my body from above me. This happened multiple times.

Maybe five to seven floors. It didn't hurt. It just felt like I was lost. literally falling. Like, it was my spirit or soul leaving and coming back. You know that stomach drop feeling when you're suspended in the air on a roller coaster? It was like that. Over and over again.

I was Googling how long until my heart stopped, and I found out that after a certain amount of time, if I didn't go into cardiac arrest, I would survive. I was actually relieved, as I was starting to doubt actually wanting to die because of how absolutely terrifying it was. I don't remember getting back into bed, but I woke up the next morning. Horrified at the experience, I deleted the emailed notes, and I didn't tell anyone what had happened. The next part is super weird. Honestly, even more weird than dying. The next day I went to grab my vibrator from under my bed, where I always kept it,

and the only people who knew it was there was me and my husband. It wasn't there. It was my favorite, and I'd had it for a couple of years, never changing, where I kept it. It was right next to me on the floor where I was laying the night before when I fell through the floor, or universes. My gun key kept in the spot under the mattress was also gone, literally directly above where the vibrator was kept and where I lay to sleep. I also didn't change the spot where I kept that, and no one knew but me where it was.

It was between the sheets and a mattress protector, so I know that it didn't fall out. I tore my entire house apart for almost a week looking for, them. I took apart my bed, shook out and turned inside out every pillow, case, sheets, everything. At that point, it was less about the vibrator and more about where the hell it went. I moved everything. Every piece of furniture, took things apart. Hell, I even checked the freezer in my car. It got to an obsession where I could not understand how this had happened. I have kids and don't come at me for invading privacy here, but I checked everyone's bedroom when they weren't home.

Nothing. Nowhere to be found. Fast forward, a month later, and I'm washing my bedding for the third time since. I always take everything apart each time. I checked each time for the gun key, and it was never there. Then, one day, I'm making my bed, and the key is right there under the mess. mattress where I normally kept it. I must have searched the bed 20 to 30 times and it wasn't there.

Immediately, I check under the bed for the vibrator and it isn't there. Now I'm even more confused, but I chalk it up to someone took it, which seems so weird to me, but falling into another dimension is less reasonable. So, we even joked about it falling through the floor, into another dimension. Then it got spooky. I decided to go to Adam and Eve where I got the toy and just order a new one,

and it doesn't exist. I used to do online cams and I have videos of me using it that are gone. The one that I remember having is different in the video. I even tried Googling similar products. It plane is gone from existence. It was really unique, and it had a part that vibrated and moved.

It was hot pink and had multiple settings, but there were certain things that I personally loved about it. I can't find anything even similar to it. Now, this may or may not be related, but I've had a song stuck in my head since. The lyrics are from a country song that says, Oh no, here it goes. my hand starts to shake, my heart's going to blow.

But I can't find the song anywhere. I'm a music buff, and I know thousands of songs and lyrics. I thought maybe I'd had the melody or lyrics wrong, but it's too vivid of a song to forget. I listens to every song I could think of, and I've never found it. Finally, my husband and I were talking the other day, and I told a story about how this person in the car wash cut us off and how we were a little irritated.

I played the song Move Bitch and we all laughed. It was honestly hilarious. The other people thought it was funny too. But my husband doesn't remember this at all. Did I die that night and wake up in another universe? Is quantum immortality real? I feel like I'm insane, but at the same time, I've never experienced something so vivid as feeling like I'm not from this timeline.

It's just little things that I've noticed. Could this also explain Mandela effects? Maybe we died and went to another universe where things are slightly different. Do we all go to the same universe each time? Where the floors I fell through all the times, I died prior in other universes? I'd attempted to take my life before and couldn't figure out how I survived. This time, in particular, there's no scientific reason why I'm alive. Nothing logical makes sense of why I'm here.

The only thing that makes sense to me is I did die, and now I'm alive here in another timeline slash universe. Thoughts? Edit. I actually found a sand dollar that I actually found a sand dollar that I I had been missing for six years a couple of days ago. This goes along with this story. I'm telling you something in my timeline is not right.

Songs that reappeared. Items missing and either reappearing or disappearing completely in inexplainable ways. Memories of events that didn't happen. I may have to make multiple posts to document all this because it's starting to get really weird. The more I think about it or talk about it, the more that I see the differences. It's a small thing, but any change in reality is significant, right? We have a set of ceramic mixing bowls. There are various colors, and each one has color on the outside, and a different color on the inside.

The largest of these bowls has been used as a water bowl for our dogs for about ten years. years. This bowl was red on the outside and yellow on the inside. We had four dogs, so my wife and I washed and refilled that bowl often, sometimes several times a day. We were going out of town for a long weekend, and I had decided to bug bomb the house while we were gone. This would give the fog plenty of time to both work and to dissipate before we got back. I tried to do this once every couple of years. I put the dog's food and water bowls and the dishwasher, so that they wouldn't get any bug-fogger chemicals on them, started the dishwasher and the foggers, and then left for our vacation. When we got back, we unloaded our bags, and our dogs, opened the doors to air the place out,

tossed the fogger canisters, and went to the dishwasher to get the bowls, so that we could feed and water our dogs. The food bowls were there, but not. the ceramic water bowl. We had other water bowls, but that red one seemed to be the dog's favorite. I was confused and a little irritated with myself because

I thought that I must have forgotten to put this bowl in the dishwasher, and I hoped that the dogs hadn't drank any water from it yet. The thing was, I had such a clear memory of putting it in the dishwasher. I went to the spot where the bowl is

normally on the rug, and it wasn't there. I handed my wife the food bowls from the dishwasher and asked her if she had gotten the water bowl out already. She hadn't. She asked if I checked the cabinet. I hadn't, so I checked. In the cabinet was the collection of mixing bowls. There was a bowl that looked like it was the right size, but it was green inside and yellow on the outside. There was a small bowl that was red outside and yellow Inns side, but it was like the size of a soup bowl. This bowl was nowhere near the size of the bowl that we used for the water bowl. Our dogs were 60 to 100 pounds.

The water bowl was a big bowl. I stepped back, left the cabinet doors open, and called my wife over, and just pointed at the bowls. Where's the water bowl? She asked. I can't find it. Do you remember what color it was? I asked.

She looked at me like I was an idiot and said, Yeah, it's red and yellow. We turned the house upside down looking for that bull. The set of bulls nest inside each other. Neither of us remembers the green and yellow bowl. But it's the same size as the red and yellow had been, so it could never have nested inside the red bowl or vice versa. Also, both of us are sure that we have never seen the small red and yellow

soup bowl before. We pulled out the new green bowl and have used it ever since. The dogs didn't seem to mind the change. We both know that water bowl was red on the outside and yellow on the inside before we left. Now it's yellow on the outside and green on the inside. I know it's a small thing, but we are both absolutely certain it's not the same bowl, and it's not the right color.

It really weirds us out still. And this all happened a few years ago. Hello. So, this experience begins with me and my now fiancé going to see some local boxing fights, about an hour away in the town over from where we live. We get there, the event finishes up, and then it's nighttime when we are leaving. About 9.30 p.m. As usual,

There was a lot of traffic, and we got caught on a detour through a part of the town that we weren't familiar with, but luckily ended up in the area where we are familiar with. As I mentioned before, this town is an hour away from ours, and has a lot more stores and things to do than our rural town, so we do visit quite often. When we left, we made sure to stop and fill up our gas tank, and headed out onto the freeway to get back home. This is where things start happening that neither one of us can explain,

and we didn't really have an explanation for it until we heard of glitch in the Matrix experiences. So, we were driving for about 15 minutes, and all was well, until our music turns off on the radio. We didn't think much of it because the radio was not the best. So we continued driving as normal, but we're both just kind of. of quiet. Out of nowhere, I noticed that it seems like we are driving over the same piece of road,

over and over, which is weird because we know the road and surrounding area like the back of our hand, so we know when there is turns coming up and exits passing by. There was also no other cars driving by, which is unusual since it is a freeway that is quite busy. while at the same time I start to notice that the gas meter is dropping super fast Like literally while watching it It's just dropping a quarter of a tank by quarter tank

Until the gaslight came on In literally five minutes the gas tank is emptied Time is also going by super fast which was worrying me as well Based on the clock It has literally been almost a little an hour since we hit the freeway, but we both just stayed quiet. Finally, the radio comes back on, and we're able to see the lights from the gas station that's placed right between the two towns.

As I start to put the gas in, it still felt really empty. No cars in sight, and I was getting this really eerie feeling that something just didn't seem right. So we finish up. I tell her to get home fast because it just felt scary. We make it finally, but the weird thing was that it was 12.30 a.m. when we got home, and we hit the freeway at 10 p.m. So it literally took us two and a half hours to get home on a usual 45-minute drive.

To this day, we still can't explain what happened, and I later found out that she noticed all the weird stuff happening. too, but that we both wanted to stay quiet so that we didn't scare the other one. Since then, I always try to think back to what happened, but still have no explanation at all to what could have caused this, other than maybe entering a different dimension sort of thing, or some kind of glitch or something. If you have any ideas or speculation, please let us know, because we really want to hear what you think. I heard about this sub-reddit through a podcast and thought it was the right place to share

my story and hopefully get some good insight and opinions from people who have experienced or know of something similar. In 2012, when I was 16 years old, me and my six or so friends went to Thorpe Park. It's a theme park here in the UK. The new ride, The Swarm, had just opened, so, of course, we were going to go straight there. We queued for about 45 minutes, before being sent to the stands. I have no idea what these are called, the things you stand between waiting for the next carriage to arrive, on the second row of about 12 rows. The carriage ahead had just been loaded and a very large black dude,

probably at least 6'7, was placed in his seat. As the ride was about to go, an attendant came over and told this guy that he was too big to ride, and had to go wait outside for his party to finish the ride. Now, this guy, like I said, was absolutely huge, big afro and basically incredibly memorable. Anyway, after we'd been on the ride, I again remember seeing him outside with his friends. They were loudly taking the piss at. of him for not being allowed on, basically. Fast forward, about 14 months, and we went to Thorpe Park again.

I believe it was more or less the same group of friends I went with before, maybe give or take one or two people. Again, we, of course, went on the swarm. We waited around 45 minutes again, and then we were sent to the same stands again, second from the front, with my same three friends who came on my row last time. As the ride was about to leave, an attendant came over and told a certain gentleman that he was too big to ride. As I looked over, it was the exact same person as before. I know for an absolute fact that this six-foot-seven humongous man was the same person.

I remembered him distinctly. everything was the same. The way he climbed out of the chair, walked off and went outside. The only thing I don't remember is whether or not it was the same attendant, as I was honestly so flabbergasted of what I was seeing. I turned to my friends and said, What the hell?

That's the same guy from the last time in the exact same situation as last time. Nobody paid much attention to me, but sort of acknowledged it. Maybe nobody remembered the time before like I did. I kept going on about it for a good few minutes, but nobody seemed to listen or care. By the time we got off the ride,

this time he wasn't waiting with his friends. One of the things that I always found odd about this is the fact that I never remembered seeing this guy in line both of the times I went. 45-minute waits each time, and I never once noticed this guy standing where he would have been, like 30 people ahead of me. And trust me, huge, afro, 6-7, he would have been easily noticed. Since then, I've mentioned it's maybe twice to my friends who were there, and they all look at me like I was crazy, or I vaguely remember something.

probably just wanting me to stop talking. I understand this may not be an exciting story for some. I'm just hoping somebody out there could have experienced something similar. My own assessment is it really was just the biggest coincidence, and it just so happened, myself and this guy ended up going to the theme park on the same days, on the same ride, at the exact same time. in the exact situation as 14 months previously. But that is nearly impossible, right?

This morning, the 24th of December, 2023, my son opened the last window on his Percy Pig chocolate advent calendar. He then asked me to pop the chocolates out of the calendar for him. I pressed the backing, causing the chocolate to protrude from the packaging, so that he could remove it himself, which he likes to do. Being four years old, he failed to hold it properly, and it fell down. I was sitting on a reclining chair at the time,

and we watched the chocolate slide down my body and fall between my legs into the cushioned seat. I felt for it, but I couldn't find it, so I stood up to check. Nothing. We spent the next 15 minutes looking in and around the area for it, and couldn't find it anywhere. I checked under the chair, inside all of the creases,

nooks and crannies, but still nothing. I sat back down and thought about where it could have gone. I then looked over at the now-empt Advent calendar and wondered if it could somehow be back in the slot. So I went over and picked it up and checked. Still nothing. I was about to put the empty box back down,

when I tilted it and heard something inside the box which was not there before I opened the end of the box tipped it and out popped the missing chocolate stranger still is when I picked up the box to check

I tilted it towards me to look at the now empty window where the chocolate used to be and there was nothing inside it was silent both my son and I watched the chocolate slide away down my body and fall between my legs onto the cushion when he dropped it.

I even asked him where it went, and he said that he watched it slide down onto the seat where I was sitting between my legs. I was holding the box up at the time, in order to see where it went, and we both watched it slide down and disappear. The empty box was at least a foot away from the chocolates. There's absolutely no way that the two could have been in physical contact.

Weirder still, is that I tossed the box onto the other sofa in order to look, which is about two meters away. And when I threw it across, there was no sound from the box. It was silent and certainly empty. Then when I checked later, the chocolate was rattling around inside,

which is impossible. Any thoughts? Going back a few years now, but my whole family remembers this vividly. I get home approximately three. to 4 a.m. after having been out drinking all night, to find the front door locked and bolted from the inside. So my keys do not work. So I have to wake someone up to let me inside. Mom reluctantly and sleepily opens the door and asks me why I went back out again. Well, I hadn't. I had just gotten

home. But she says that I came home about two hours prior, let myself in, and she spoke to me from across the room while she was watching TV. But I only said a couple of words and went upstairs to bed. My brother and dad both heard the conversation while they were upstairs and heard footsteps going up the stairs. So, naturally, my first reaction is to check upstairs, but there's no sign of anything. There were always spooky things going on in that home,

so we just assumed that, quote-unquote, the ghost, had a thing for me. Edit, I took the time to write about my other happenings in that same house to a comment here, so I might as well paste that here, too, for anyone else interested. My dad used to live in the house next door as a kid, and he had a Ouija board. They saw spirits quite regularly after this, like my nan saw some little girl crying in her bedroom once. I think my granddad saw a dead army vet walking through the house once and threw a

I often wondered if my room became, like, the local ghost hangout spot or something, because I sometimes felt someone sit at the end of the bed, but no one was there. My brother had friends stay in my room when I was out, and they said to him that they experienced weird stuff, not sure what, though, as we never found out the specifics. Had other little instances of different cats being scared and always looking up at the staircase frightened. Had things like Lego come randomly flying down that staircase when everyone, including the cats, were downstairs. I also had one night where I got into bed, and before falling asleep, it felt like someone laid on top of me, held the sides of the covers down, and

rasped something that I can't quite recall now into my ear. That one does actually send shivers just remembering and writing it. But no full-on proper hauntings or anything that made us want to leave. We've lived there for 20 years before my parents downsized. I go past the house sometimes as my dentist is still there, and I wonder if the newer residents have experienced anything. But I'm not knocking and asking. Hell, they might recognize me as having let myself in at 2 a.m. with them too at some point.

Hi, Raven. So, this happened about a week ago or so. My girlfriend and I were settling down for bed around one in the morning, and there was a neighbor playing loud bass. We called in a noise complaint and everything, so the night was off to a weird start as it is. My girlfriend is doing something in the bathroom, and the cop shows up to the neighbor's apartment,

and I peek through the window to watch. After a while, the cop left, and the bass music stopped. I went back to the bedroom, the bathroom door is opened, and my girlfriend walks out, and I'm telling her about the cop. As I'm talking to her, I follow her around the bedroom, and she makes the occasional, Mm-hmm, or, uh-huh, sounds. Not too weird yet. Well, as I'm talking to her, she goes back into the bathroom, and I follow her to the,

the bathroom door, telling her about the cops still. Also, the bathroom is connected to the bedroom. It's a tiny apartment, single bedroom. Anyways, she goes to the bathroom while I'm talking to her, and she shuts the door. I continue talking to her through the bathroom door, and as I'm talking to her, I hear a beeping sound coming from inside the bathroom. I found this weird because it sounded exactly like the air conditioner beeping sound. I played it off until I heard my girlfriend start talking to me from the living room.

She opens the bedroom door, not the bathroom door, and asks me what I was saying. I spin my head around faster than I ever have before, and I asked, What the hell just happened? She was like, what do you mean? And kind of laughed. I was like, you were just in the bathroom. and she said, well, yeah, but I came in here to turn the air conditioner off. I told her, no, she doesn't understand.

I physically watched her go into the bathroom and shut the door. I was even leaning on the door speaking to her. She came into realization that I was leaning on the door talking to her, and she found it weird that she didn't see me when she left the bathroom. That she didn't see me in the apartment at all. I started to freak out, and I told her, no, that I physically watched her go into the restroom. She was in there approximately 20 seconds, and she never left. She started to think, and she couldn't remember the last couple of minutes, that she'd blanked them out.

I didn't really believe in the supernatural or glitch in the Matrix stories until that night. I watched her go into the bathroom. Then she came out of the living room, beside the door that I was leaning on. What's even weirder is that when she leaves the bathroom, she always leaves the door open. But the door was shut. When I opened the bathroom door, the light was off, as if no one had even went in there. I know no one will ever believe this, but I cannot explain what happened, beside it being a glitch in the Matrix.

or my girlfriend teleported without her knowing. I about had a panic attack, and it was extremely hard for me to fall asleep that night. Anyways, I really appreciate your videos. I discovered the channel right after this experience, as I was trying to see if anyone else had experienced something similar. I hope that others can relate to this story too, and maybe it'll help them as well. and keep up the great work. I want to preface this by saying that the past few weeks,

I've been experiencing more glitch in the matrix activity than I have ever had in my entire life. Things are aligning perfectly for me. If there are any inconveniences, they get... Convenienced? Let's get to the story. I have a tight bond with my... grandparents. They're very dear to my heart, so I visit them every Sunday in my small rural

hometown. Last Sunday, the 15th, was no exception. Their birthdays were coming up, so we threw a family gathering to celebrate in advance. My grandma's birthday was yesterday, on the 16th, and my grandpas is today on the 17th. I've always found it sweet that their birthdays are so close together. Sunday rolled around and we enjoyed the weather, visited the neighbor's freshly born chicks, devoured Granny's famous fruitcake, and shared updates on our lives. I specifically remember telling my grandma that I would congratulate her on her actual birthday, as I'm superstitious and think it brings bad luck otherwise. I gave them their gifts, though, and drove home in the evening after a beautiful day well spent.

Then, today, at the office, it hit me. It was already Tuesday. I'd forgotten to call my grandpa. Oblivious as to how I could have been this stupid, I was antsy all morning, nervously rocking back and forth in my chair, ranking up all the excuses in my head as to why I hadn't been able to call her on time.

When my lunch break finally rolled around, I gathered up all my confidence and to say, I decided I could salvage the situation by blaming the long workday yesterday on technically forgetting her birthday. I speed-dialed their number, wished my grandpa a happy birthday, on time, and then took a deep breath and asked if I could speak to Grandma really quick. I immediately started blabbering about the overtime that I'd had to do, how tired I'd been and how sorry I was that I had forgotten to call her. When she suddenly interrupted me giggling, telling me that I had already called her and wished her a happy birthday yesterday.

Ending the phone call promising I would call grandpa the next day. I did? I quickly brush it off by adding on to my previous excuse of being tired. She jokingly told me that I was starting to get as forgetful as her. Wished me a good day and then hung up. Immediately my fingers raced to yesterday's call log, but there were no outgoing calls to her. The last time I'd called them was on Sunday, when I let them know which time I was going to be at the function. I was flabbergasted, to say the least. I still am. Even in a sleepy haze, I would have remembered if I had called her.

I have absolutely no clue what's going on, but whatever is happening in my reality, I'm sure as hell not mad about it. Thank you, Glitch in the Matrix, for not upsetting my grandma. So, a couple years back, I got these cool, chunky platform shoes whilst on a holiday that had ankle straps. I loved these shoes, and wore them almost every day. One day I went to play a netball game like I do most weekends, and had to change out of these shoes into my gym kit, and leave them in the changing room as normal.

I came back after the game and one of the shoes had their strap missing, like it was torn off. I was furious because, as I said, these were my favorite shoes, and it looked like someone had just ripped one up at the ankle strap. And I had bought them on a holiday in France, and I lived in England. The company didn't sell just one part of the shoe, nor did they ship overseas at the time. so it wasn't really something that could be easily fixed. So I put the shoe away. I wasn't able to find another identical pair that I liked, nor could I get them fixed without the strap to reattach.

So, much to my disappointment, I just kind of left them alone. A few weeks after this had happened, I was looking for a different pair of shoes in my cupboard, and I picked up this pair to get them out of the way. Shockingly, they were looking at a little bit of the way. looking good as new, with both ankle straps where they should be. I was naturally confused. I asked my parents if they knew anything about it,

had replaced or fixed the shoe, but they knew nothing. I kind of let it slide and even convinced myself that maybe I had imagined the shoe breaking in the first place. Then, not long after that, I found the shoe strap in my gym bag, looking like it had been torn off of its shoe. I didn't have any other shoes like this that the strap I found could have come from, nor did any of my netball team.

And it still baffles me to this day. Hi, all. I don't normally post on this sub as my extent of glitch in the Matrix experiences are equal to Baron Stein bears being Baron-Stain, but this blew me away. I'm a teacher, and over the summer, I nanny for a family. They have a one-year-old, and I've known his parents for many years now, about five to six. I feel that this is important to mention.

Every weekday morning during the summertime, I arrive at their home somewhere between 8 to 8.30. On Thursdays, his dad, Ben, random name, has a booth selling four. flowers at a local farmer's market. This past Thursday, so yesterday at the time of this post, and it's still bothering me, I was on my way to Nanny. I turned on to the side road that eventually leads to the family's home, and I saw what I thought was Ben, the kid's father. He was driving the opposite direction towards me, in the same black Nissan he takes

to the market. And it was very clear to me that it was him as he passed me going the other direction, and presumably headed towards the market. I giggled to myself and wondered if he had left early, since it was only about 8.20 a.m., and he doesn't normally leave until nine. I had an internal monologue about

how funny it would be to tell his wife that I had just passed him, and planned on asking if he had to leave early that day for some reason. I know this man well. I've seen him in his car many times, and I was sure it was him. However, when I arrived to their house about three to five minutes after, I was in shock to see his car there. I was even more in shock when I walked in to find him in the kitchen, prepping breakfast with his son. I swear that I had just seen him. him. I told him and his wife about this, and they agreed that it was weird, especially considering the rorality of their area, and the lack of anyone locally matching Ben's description or their car.

Was this a glitch in the Matrix? Was I out of it or experiencing something else? I've never had this happen. This happened a few months back, but I'm new to Reddit, so. I'm just now finding a place to post about it. It was really weird, and I still think about it sometimes. A few months ago, my boyfriend and I were coming home from a trip to visit family. We live in a small second-floor apartment that overlooks our parking lot. We were unpacking the car, bringing stuff upstairs little by little, and my family had sent us with a lot of food.

So one load we brought up all had to be unloaded into the fridge. as I was unloading the food my boyfriend was standing at the counter and we were having a full conversation I don't exactly remember what we were talking about but it was something you wouldn't just walk away from anyways he's standing there and as I'm talking

I turn around to put something in the fridge but when I looked back he was gone I was confused because again we were in the middle of a conversation but I was like, is he hiding from me? Is he playing a joke? So I started laughing and looking for him around the apartment. After a few minutes, I was like, what the heck is going on?

Because he was nowhere to be found. Sometimes he steps on to the patio to smoke, so I opened that door, and while he wasn't on our patio, I saw him downstairs unloading the car. I was really confused about how he got downstairs so fast and why he left in the middle of our conversation. Well, he came back up a few minutes later and had to knock because apparently the front door was locked and he didn't have his keys.

How did the front door get locked with him outside without keys and me not knowing that somehow he left? The front door is in the kitchen that I was in. I would have heard the door open and close, but I heard and saw nothing if he left. I was also just literally putting something down in the fridge, so I had my back to him for like a split second. How could he possibly get to the door so fast? And yet I didn't see anything.

None of it makes sense to me. And when I asked him about it, he had no idea what I was talking about. and no memory of our conversation while I was unloading food. It's so strange. I've had a few experiences where I am convinced that I'm glitched, but this recent one freaked me out. Let's start with, I don't do drugs, no weed, nothing, I don't even drink. I have to let you know this because this story makes me feel like I should have been. I've lived in my neighborhood for 43 years.

I take the same route to and from every day. As a child, my mother walked us to school on this route. So, needless to say, I know every street in my neighborhood. About three months ago, I had to go to work, so I went to the Little Caesars, got my pizzas and my daughter, and I headed home. This is where it got an accident. I'm heading down, I make it about two streets, and suddenly there are two buildings on these streets that I have never seen in my life. Then, the one building-like factory, I see these men in weird hats and suspenders unloading an old truck, but the truck looked very new, basically a truck from the 20s.

I keep driving and then I noticed another factory, and these other men in the same types of clothing are unloading milk bottles. I look at my daughter and I said, What the hell? I pull over and I get on my GPS. My GPS tells me I'm on the exact street that I'm supposed to be on. So I put the GPS in the holster, and I make it a point to look at the streets.

The street said central, so I knew where I was exactly. I get to the main roads of Warren Avenue in Central, and I tell her we're going to turn around and head back the way we came. Well, I make the left on Warren, and I turn around under the bridge, and as soon as I do that, everything is normal. My street is there, the factories are gone. It's just normal. During these strange happenings, I felt a weird uneasiness in the air. I was literally terrified, like when someone is watching you. My GPS had a lot of static, and my maps even looked weird. I don't know.

Like I said, I've had other events, but this one definitely lasted the longest. I often drive that route on purpose now to make sense of what happened to us, but have yet to get an explanation. The funny thing is, I live in Detroit, so back in the day there were indeed a lot of factories in the city. I found pages about glitches and stuff like that, and had I not had this one last as long as it did, I would think someone like me was crazy,

or had some kind of narcotics, or was drunk. I don't know. Maybe I will be so lucky again to experience, this because next time, I'm stopping and asking what year or place I'm in, and I'm getting a flyer or something as proof that there's a glitch in this place that we call life. This happened a few years ago, but I still think about it to this day. I checked, and I think this follows the rules, but I apologize if not. So, at the time of this event, I was 25, and staying at my parents' house with my two daughters.

The way my parents' house is set up, even with my bedroom door closed, I can tell when someone turns on the kitchen light as it illuminates beneath my door. On this night, I heard footsteps to the kitchen, saw the light turn on beneath my door, and checked the time. It was around 1 a.m., and I remember thinking, hmm, mom is probably going to the kitchen for something. I then heard the microwave go on and assumed that she must be heating up a glass of milk, as she frequently does that when she can't sleep. I didn't think much of it, but I checked on the dogs to see if they woke up, and then proceeded to pet and snuggle both of them in bed. I do recall double-checking that they were both with me,

and neither of them were startled by the microwave. I have anxious dogs. I later saw the light go off, from underneath my door and heard my mom walk upstairs. All the while, I'm still in bed with the dogs. At least, that's what I thought, and that's what I remembered. I truly didn't think much of it. It wasn't weird for me to be up in my dark room with the dogs,

and it wasn't strange for my mom to go downstairs to heat up milk in the middle of the night. I just happened to pay notice to the footsteps, the lights, the microwave, and the time. The next morning my mom is telling me about how she struggled to sleep last night and went to heat up some milk around 1 a.m. I tell her that I already knew as I heard it all and was awake when it happened. She looked at me shocked as she proceeds to tell me that when she went down to the kitchen, she was surprised to see my dogs were down there. She claims they were excited to see her,

and they kept her company while she drank her glass of milk. She said when she came upstairs my door was closed, my lights were off, so she opened it to let the dogs in and then closed the door again. I told her that was impossible. As I was with the dogs when I heard the microwave go off, I was even with them when I checked the time after the lights went on. I never once saw her open my door, but she swears that she had to let them into my room. I never got up.

I never opened my door, and I was petting the dogs. The rest of our stories align, the time that she went down there, the microwave, etc., but both of us claimed to have been with the dogs during that whole experience. In the house, it was me, my dad, and my mom. My dad is a heavy sleeper who can literally sleep through anything, and is usually in bed by 9 p.m. He claims to have been asleep the whole time, and that he did not go down into the kitchen. Some people think that I got the time wrong, and that I must have forgotten opening my door and just didn't notice the dogs got out. However, I swear they were with me as they always sleep with me, and I distinctly remember them being with me,

distinctly remember checking on them when the lights and microwave went off, and distinctly remember petting them. I never once got up, as I saw no need to get up to see who was in the kitchen, and I was comfortable where I was. I'm always welcome to other explanations, but to this day, it just feels like my dog's glitched. My husband and I live in a pretty walkable small town and like to take walks in the evenings. We also will walk the town square for special events and festivals, and we always follow the same. same path, or close to the same. There is one section of the walk where there is a huge oak tree growing between the road and the sidewalk. The roots have torn up the sidewalk and made it super jagged. The first few times, I almost tripped walking on it. Now we always step off the sidewalk,

go around the tree on the road, and get back on the sidewalk on the other side. We've done this walk a dozen times. We went on vacation and haven't taken our walks in about two to three weeks. Today, we started up again. We get to the big oak tree and I step into the road to go around. My husband asks what I'm doing. I remind him about the torn up sidewalk. He asks me what I'm talking about,

so I step over to show him, but there is no sidewalk. The sidewalk ends neatly before the tree and doesn't resume until about 500 feet up on the other side of the intersection. There's mature grass, snow, and leaves, but no sign of a sidewalk or a sidewalk that has been recently removed. I say that I remember there being a torn-up section of sidewalk in this spot and that it continued all the way to the street. My husband swears there never has been.

He swears that it always just ends there. I feel insane We've walked that path Hundreds of times over the past few years It's one of the largest trees in town So there's no mistaking it for a different street And it's also right By our house

Okay, so before I talk about this incident I'm new to Reddit And I'm not even sure if this is the right place to discuss it This is the only time I've ever seen this happen I've never even seen it in a movie, TV show, or book. Okay, so I am a smart person, but I've made a few mistakes in my life and ended up in a cleaner's job for a few years. I was cleaning this bar slash restaurant. The restaurant opens up at 11 in the morning and the bar at 12.

A group of four people come in, different ages and ethnicities from one another, which was quite good to see, because I rarely see white folk, especially older, socializing with people from other backgrounds. It looked out of place where I worked, but it made me happy to see it. They came in too early to sit in the restaurant for breakfast slash lunch, so I thought they were going to leave,

but instead they chose to sit in a booth at the bar. This didn't bother me. I was happy to just clean around them. But this is where I can't explain what happened next. For the next 20 minutes, I was mopping the bar area. I was always within about 10 meters of them, so I could hear what they were saying. But for the next 20 straight minutes, they talked over one another, and it was loud. They were speaking clear English.

but I could only make out maybe half the words every five seconds. Nothing made sense. I know this probably seems like nothing, but I swear. Imagine listening to four television sets on a high volume, side by side, next to each other. And it's constant talking. So imagine those four televisions are tuned to different news channels. When I was cleaning, I laughed at it.

inwardly because the situation was so strange. It sounded intense, so I didn't bother mopping the area past them, in fear that I would be too disturbing. But then I finished, got in my car, and started driving, and I absolutely scared myself witless, because, well, I can't explain it. I think of it every now and then, and when I do, I imagine them staring at. at me, eyes beaming, telling me to leave, but their lips and mouths are not moving. I can just hear them telling me to leave in my head. I don't know why I always imagine this

scenario. For the records, I don't take drugs or drink. I'm not and wasn't on any medications, and I also don't have any mental health problems, apart from maybe OCD. Four different people. Perfect English. All talking loudly on top of each other for 20 straight minutes. Not five to ten seconds. Twenty straight minutes. And nothing made any sense because all of their words collided with each other.

I could only make out half the words every now and then from focusing with everything I had at the time. It was like watching a group of people trying to be people. but not quite getting it right. Can someone please tell me if they've seen or experienced this before? I can't make any sense of what happened, and honestly I don't even know if I'm under the right section. What section would this fall under? When I told my family about it, they just laughed.

I don't know if people have the capacity to imagine the situation because of having never seen anything like it before in life, TV, or in books. And I'm not even sure what I want from this. Just to get it off my chest, get it out there in the open and see what others think. Any replies would be appreciated. And thank you. This happened a few years ago, but it's always stuck with me. I was traveling home on the bus one afternoon.

it was a single-deck bus, and I was sitting at the back by the window. We were driving past the local leisure center, pretty slowly, as there was a queue of traffic. The lights up ahead turned red, so we stopped briefly. And while we were stopped, I was looking out the window. The leisure center car park was pretty full, but on the rows of space as closest to the road, there was just one car. I figured it was on its own as it had clearly been stolen and burnt out. It was wrecked and looked like it had just happened recently, maybe the night before.

Lots of ash, springs from the seats, melted plastic. It was completely black with burnt interior bits that were brown and gray. I could see some of what was left of red paint from the body, though it was all scor. and had also turned brown. The ground where it was park was also burnt, black and scorched with little piles of ash, with brown springs and bits of melted plastic. I looked down at my phone to see if there was anything in the local news,

or on Twitter about it, and the bus started back up as the lights changed, so I looked up from my phone for another look at the car before we turned off the road. When I looked at the car park, there was no burnt car. There was a car where the burnt car had been, but it was most definitely not burnt out. It was red and in a perfect non-burnt state. I looked all around the car park.

It was still full, but with that gap at the back, and just one perfectly intact car. No burning, no ash. No springs, nothing. There are no other car parks nearby. There are some grassy areas and flats and houses on the opposite side of the road, but no parked cars visible from the road. Further down the road from the car park is just lots of grass and trees surrounding the leisure center. And on up the road, beyond where my bus was going,

is a few factories in an industrial estate. So I couldn't have seen a reflection on the window or anything. I've tried to rationalize it, but I'm stumped. This happened just over 20 years ago, so the details of which station have been lost to memory. I used to get the train to York, near where I grew up from Exeter, where I went to university. Sometimes the most direct route was not possible

due to the train line being washed away by floods, and I would go via London. On one occasion, even my normal route through London on the tube was disrupted, and I had to take different lines between Paddington, or Waterloo on a really bad day, and Kings Cross. This was a very wet and miserable day. At this particular station, I had to change tube lines and not being familiar with the area. I couldn't work out how to get from where I was on one platform slash line slash level to the one that I wanted.

So I decided to exit the station completely and then re-enter, hoping to pick up the signs for where I wanted to go. Upon exiting the station, I found myself on an empty street, in warm weather. The sky a yellowish-orange color, similar to how I've seen North African cities appear on the TV. There were one or two old cars in the street, but no other person. I remember being the only person climbing the stairs to leave the station, which had been busy. I remember thinking that it was a bit odd. I re-entered the station as I intended, found the platform that I wanted, got to King's Cross, and my northbound train to York proceeded out of the station, and into the dank miserable weather that I'd had all morning.

I've often thought about that day, and every so often look at the tube map and Google Maps to try to remember which station this happened at. but I can't remember nor work it out. First time sharing this with anyone, so I'm keen to get others' thoughts on it or information on similar experiences. I want to add a random thing here at the end of this story because I scroll down to the comments,

and I didn't get permission to read this comment, so I'm not going to read the whole thing, but I am going to say that a user by the name of not a Russian spy wink, actually said they found themselves in quote-unquote other London a few times, and it was always when they spontaneously deviated from their usual route. I just wanted to add that, apparently O.P. wasn't the only one to experience a glitch in this manner.

This happened in 2011 or 2012, and I can't talk about it without tearing up because I just don't know. I was in high school, in sociology class. I sat next to my friend Jane, who was notorious for having a crap ton of snacks every day. Small girl, fast metabolism probably. One of her go-toes were Clementines, usually bringing one each day wrapped in a paper towel and keeping it in her bag, which was like a messenger-slash-toat-style bag.

It stood up on its own and everything. I don't know if that's even relevant. So class is starting, and she ate her clementine. I'm annoyed, so I ask for a slice, and we split the clementine. She walked the peel and paper towel to the trash can by her teacher's desk, and threw it away. This is all normal, then she gets back to her desk and reaches down to get her stuff for the class, and suddenly sits straight up. I'm not sure how to describe her face, except for that she really looked like she saw a ghost.

She asked me if she had just eaten her Clementine, and I'm like, yeah. And I look over, and there's clearly a Clementine wrapped in a paper towel in her bag where it's usually kept. I immediately was like, oh, you obviously mistakenly packed two. Or you didn't eat the one you packed yesterday, etc. She was adamant that that wasn't the case and went to the trash can. Then she starts reaching in the trash can and sorting through the trash. I'm like, Jane, what are you doing? So I go over and look.

Sure enough, there is no Clementine Peel in there. It's just not there. It has been less than a minute since I watched her throw it in this exact trash can. It was one of those little trash cans, and we emptied it out. By this point, we're both losing our crap, sitting on the ground, stammering, trying to blame each other for whatever the hell was happening. Our teacher noticed and let us sit out the rest of the class because we were so distraught. The peel just completely disappeared. I don't know if it's possible that she had a second Clementine in her bag all along,

but I 100% know that Clementine 1 was eaten, and the peel was thrown away. I know that it's a small thing, but there really is no explanation. It truly changed my perspective about reality. I'll start off by saying that I don't believe in things like alternate realities and stuff like that. I just like coming here to try to get and give answers. I probably added some useless information that doesn't matter, and there may be some typos. So, earlier this year, my brother and I were in front of our high school waiting for our mom to pick us up. It's always the same routine.

We leave the building, wait outside for 10 to 15 minutes. She comes, opens the automatic side door of the van. One of us gets in the back, one in the front. Always the same. The way people get picked up here, there's like this loop that goes around the school. You swoop in, grab your kids, and then you leave. Our mom usually comes around when most of the other cars have already left, so it's pretty easy to spot her.

So we're doing as we always do, waiting. And then she comes in the van, pulls around the loop, opens the side door, etc. Me and my brother are talking as we're walking up to the van, about to get in. Then we hear, wrong car, wrong car! So we look up, and the entire van changed. I don't know how to describe, but our van looks very round. In the moment we look up, this one's very square. The interior was gray and fabricy, which it's supposed to be black leather,

with an older lady at the driver's seat, who was the one telling us it's the wrong car. We back up and apologize and act like it's no big deal, but really... What the hell? As the imposter van collects its child and leaves, I'm staring at the now empty loop and trying to comprehend what just happened. I know exactly what our van looks like coming down the loop. I know exactly what parts to look for because it looks very different from the other vehicles that come.

This was her, for a minute. And then it wasn't. What? My brother tells me that he thought that was her, is now very confused, but I say something like, huh, I don't know, I wasn't even paying attention. I was just following you.

Because I was very embarrassed slash weirded out at this point and didn't want to talk about it. But the fact that we both saw it is really the icing on the cake. Because my brother isn't usually the type of person to

acknowledge something like this. I don't know how to describe it, but it makes it even crazier. A few minutes later, our mom shows up for real this time, but neither of us brought it up. The whole time, though, I'm just thinking, like, is this really her? What if it switches again and we're in the wrong car? I don't know. It was a crazy time. A couple of days ago, I was leaving my apartment.

to go to dinner with my parents. I stepped out the front door and locked the door behind me, but caught a glimpse of something in the corner of my eye. I turned my head to face the apartment complex across from my building, and there are two children. A girl, maybe six, and a boy maybe four. They're standing completely still on the stairs and staring at me. No parents in sight.

It immediately freaked me out, but I waved. because I figured they were just nosy kids who liked a stare, but they didn't wave back or move at all. I turned my head to walk away and head to the stairs in my building, and I catch a glimpse of another person. A woman on her third floor porch standing and facing me, staring and unmoving just like the children. It skewed me out really bad, so I moved fast to the stairs to get to my car,

and when I get down the stairs to the sidewalk of the parking lot, there's a red car pulling out of its space to drive off. As soon as I look at the driver, he stops in his track, right in the middle of the road thingy, and just stares at me. Then, after a pause of me standing there in fear, he backed up back into his spot and sat there and watched me as I walked to my car. I'm thoroughly frightened at this point, and I jump in my car and lock it immediately.

I crank it and take a deep breath. I look up from the wheel and across the sidewalk and grass in front of me. There's a woman pushing her toddler on her cart. Except they're not moving, and they're both staring at me through my windshield. I start to panic a little, and I text my roommates to tell them what's happening and that I'm scared. and when I look back up from my phone, everyone and everything is moving again like it's normal. The lady with the toddler shyly waves at me because I'm staring at her in fear. The guy in the red car pulls back out of the spot and drives away.

Everything just paused and focused on me for less than five minutes. And it was horrifying. I don't know how to explain it. I was getting worried. that I had something weird on me, or that I was falsely accused of something. It was really freaky, and I hope to not experience it again. In June of 2018, my daughter and I walked up the road a quarter of a mile to the local Waffle House for breakfast. Since we were walking, I only took a house key in my debit card and placed them in my jeans pocket.

After breakfast, we walked up to the cashier with the tip. ticket. I paid for the meal. And then we left and proceeded to walk back home. When we were almost home, I reached in my pants pocket to grab my key to unlock the door, and noticed that my debit card was not with the key. I panicked, so we turned around before unlocking the door and went back to the Waffle House to see if I left the card with the cashier. We walked quickly back, also looking on the side of the road in case I dropped it. Once we got back to the Waffle House, house, the cashier said that she gave my card back to me, and no one had turned in a card possibly found on the floor. I felt sick, and all I could think of was hurrying back home and calling

the credit card company to cancel my card. We proceeded back towards home again, and finally made it home. I unlocked the door and walked past the kitchen, and I noticed from the corner of my eye a piece of paper folded on the countertop. After opening the paper, I was shocked to discover that it was my receipt from the Waffle House, wrapped around my debit card. The card and the receipt were back at home before I made it home. Just so you know, my daughter was walking behind me, and I unlocked the door and entered the house,

so she didn't have time to place my card and receipt in the kitchen. My family and I went to the Renfair this weekend. I brought a cross-body hand. bag and bore it, never taking it off. I'm 100% sure that no one except me got into it. I had one pair of AirPods in a zippered pocket inside the handbag, and one pair of Amazon Echo Bluetooth earbuds. These were for my husband and I. Nobody else in our party or family owns Bluetooth earbuds of any brand. I never once opened that zippered pouch the entire duration of our trip, but I had them in there just so that they didn't get lost in our bags or clothes and

such. We got home today, and my husband was upset, because he can't find his AirPods and checked find my iPhone, which said they were a hundred-plus miles away, in the same city as the Renfair. I told him to just check my purse that I'd zipped them up into the pocket. He checked, and there they were. So were my Amazon Echo earbuds. And so was another identical pair of AirPods. The weirdest thing is, when I opened them, they say a former nickname of mine's AirPods. Think like if my name was Samantha, they would say Sammy's AirPods. Nobody has called me that for years, though. I do have an iPhone, so I pulled them up, and they immediately connected instead of doing the whole setup screen that tells you about new AirPods. They also appeared on my find my iPhone before I turned my phone on and connected them.

I checked on my iPad since I've used my husband's AirPods before. I have no idea how this could have happened. My bag was never accessible by anyone else. I wore a cross-body the entire day. That pouch was zipped. And the top of the bag itself was zipped. I also had a floor-length cloak that wrapped around my body and covered the bag. So nobody could have sneakily approached me from behind.

Did I spontaneously get AirPods from a parallel version of myself? It's a really expensive and elaborate prank. We didn't drink a little drink. the fair so I didn't drunkenly take these from the grounds either.