As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Vol 24 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: November 26, 2025

Today we have 28 More bizarre Glitch In The Matrix Stories, complete with rain sounds to help you relax, fall asleep, or escape your anxieties. This collection includes Glitch stories from November 2022, November 2023 & October 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: 5:39 Story 3: 9:27 Story 4: 15:39 Story 5: 19:15 Story 6: 25:46 Story 7: 31:22 Story 8: 35:05 Story 9: 38:46 Story 10: 41:50 Story 11: 47:47 Story 12: 51:06 Story 13: 54:05 Story 14: 57:06 Story 15: 59:39 Story 16: 1:02:19 Story 17: 1:09:36 Story 18: 1:13:38 Story 19: 1:16:00 Story 20: 1:18:11 Story 21: 1:20:26 Story 22: 1:23:20 Story 23: 1:25:35 Story 24: 1:27:40 Story 25: 1:30:09 Story 26: 1:32:03 Story 27: 1:34:42 Story 28: 1:38:23 ----- 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

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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, and please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. I was at London-Liverpool Street, a train station, where I had emerged from the toilets.

Ahead of me, coming down the steps, towards me from the upper level, were two distinctive police officers who I paid attention to, given they looked so unusual. Not your typical police officers. On the left of me was a dainty woman in a uniform that seemed to barely fit, her, and on the right was a thin, suspiciously young man, who looked like he was barely 20 years old, who had an old man's style Victorian-era sideburns.

Both wore helmets and high-vis jackets, and I stared extensively at the man's unkempt Victorian-era sideburns. Now, I was under the impression the police force have regulations regarding hairstyles. When you see police officers on TV, they usually have. have very short hair or are bald, and usually have well-kept beards. I tried to examine these thinking they weren't real police officers. It may be PCSOs, that's police community support officers. But no, their backs had the word police on it, not PCSO.

And it's against the law to impersonate a police officer. I noticed as they walked past me that they appeared to be walking. towards the exit from the station, which was a fair distance away, about 30 seconds worth or more of walking. I went past them towards the corner end of the station. My train was delayed, so I sat down to wait. In front of me was a sectioned off area of a train platform, with walls roughly where I expected my train to arrive. I sat there for about a minute, with wide vision of the area and did not unfix my gaze,

as I was impatient. I could not afford to miss this train, and I kept staring at the area. I did not look behind me, or down, or even look left or right. In front of me was a pillar, behind it a dark area with light. Above the pillar was a clock.

To the slight left of the dark area was the last platform in rails, to the slight right the stairs the police officers had come down. Whether it was open area or walled off, it did not matter. I had vision of the area. After a minute, from behind the pillar in front of me, walking in the exact same direction, were the exact same female and male police officers I saw earlier.

Sideburns, small woman, high-vis jackets, everything. That wasn't possible. There were no doors around there, and I did not see them go around the pillar or go behind the stairs they came down. I had a wide, clear view. It was literally as if they spawned behind the pillar. Even assuming they had traveled there, for that to have happened, they would have had to have waited until I sat down, immediately did a 180 from where they were walking as soon as I stopped looking at them, quickly gone behind the stairs,

waited somehow for a split second where I was not concentrating, whilst looking that way, skipped behind the pillar and then stepped out, as in completely un-police officer-like behavior. There's no walking pattern that they could have taken from when I last saw them, that wouldn't be borderline insane, at one aiding from where they came from, running up another set of stairs, running all the way across, jumping back down and then walking again,

doing a 90-degree turn to a wall, going, hmm, a wall, then turning 90 degrees again before deciding that you actually liked walking in your original direction. I even got up to confirm. Yes, there was a wall extending from the pillar to the back of the section I could see. There was one clearly unused one-way service store. More akin to a fire escape door, but it was locked. I didn't hear a door close. Even if we assumed they walked there, why?

Why did they walk to an empty part of the train station in a hidden area behind a pillar where nobody was standing? Why sneak to there? If you ask me, I'm pretty sure they despond at the station exit and respawned there. Even their walking animation was unchanged, the order of which they were unchanged. I'm confident it is in order to fabricate the perception the train station had real activity. I would be skeptical if I hadn't just seen it with my own eyes. Here's a little backstory so that the story makes more sense.

When I was a young teenager, I listened to a metaphysical fantasy radio, called the Fourth Tower of Inverness, written by Meatball Fulton. I highly recommend it, and you can find it on a website called ZBS Media. Intermixed in the story, Mr. Fulton would insert excerpts from the lectures of Baba Ram Dass, and in one of these clips, Ram Dass talked about the difference between a sat guru and an upa-guru. A sat-guru is a formal teacher, often an enlightened master. An Upu Guru can quite literally be any single isolated incident or an epiphany. Like an interaction with a person, an event you find significance, or even something you think is a mistake.

Anything that gets you one or more steps further down your spiritual path. My young mind was fascinated by this idea and I made this concept of the Upu Guru, a guiding principle in my life. I even named my short-lived comic strip after it. You can find them on Instagram by searching hashtag Upa My Guru. I have synchronicities or Upakurus all the time. This one was so specific to me that it seemed miraculous. In 2019, I was going through a financial catastrophe. I had lost my life savings to a bad investment two years before this,

and lost my job at the same time, and I was at the point where I had sold everything I could find of value. I'd been barely scraping by for months. On this particular day, I didn't even have money to eat, and if rent wasn't paid the next day, eviction proceedings would have started. At that moment, I had no idea where the money would come from, so I decided to play a game on my phone to try to get my mind off of my problems. The game was one that I'd managed to wean myself off of a while ago.

It's one of those play for free, but you have to spend money if you want to get the really cool stuff in the games. In the game, you collected dragons. There are five rarities, common, uncommon, rare, legendary, and divine. After the game loaded, an announcement appeared about a new event where you could win a super rare divine dragon. You had to buy tickets to redeem for chests that held random prize. I spent the ten free starting tickets that gave me all at once, without even caring if I won anything. Then, an announcement appeared saying that I had won the rarest prize,

the divine dragon, and I had also won some gems putting my total gems to 67, which is the year of my birth. I thought to myself, awesome, a divine synchronicity. But it wasn't over. Whenever this game gives out a new dragon, it assigns it a random four-letter name.

The name of the divine dragon was Upa. I saw it as divine Upa Guru with a synchronicity on top. Needless to say, the money to pay the rent miraculously came from an unlikely place. And, from there, eventually things got better. This experience felt like the universe was telling me that everything was going to be fine.

When I was a young child, so somewhere close to 25 years ago, I lived in a nice home with my parents, my older sister, and for a while, my uncle stayed with us when he was a bit down on his luck. My family life was pretty normal. I got along with my sister, despite us being pretty much. polar opposites. My parents were always good to me and supportive of me growing up, and my uncle is one of my favorite people in the world.

In this home, we also had several pets. I had a lizard for a few years, we had quite a few cats over the whole time, and I remember we had two dogs. One of the dogs was a golden retriever named Ringo, and the other was an American an Eskimo named Montgomery, but we called him Monty for short. Monty was my best friend for a majority of my childhood. I loved all of my pets, but I was super attached to Monty. I loved him more than anything, and he was just the sweetest pup.

He was the kind of dog that liked to jump up and lick your face. He knew how to fetch and sit, and he would sleep on my bed when they had to stay inside during the winter. I cannot explain or express how much this dog was my best friend. And then when I was around 13, he got really sick with cancer, and he didn't last much longer after that. I hated seeing him sick because it was clearly affecting him. He wasn't as active, he got lethargic, but he was still my best pal, and he made sure that I knew he loved me until his last, days. I may have been young, but when we had to put him down because of his complications,

I wanted to stay in the room with him until he was gone. I held him, I hugged him tightly, and I said my goodbyes. After all, was said and done, I cried harder than I ever have cried in my entire lifetime. Afterwards, I was devastated and depressed, and it tore me down for way longer than I am willing to admit. Now, all of this may seem like a really strange way to explain a glitch in the matrix, but it will all make sense when I explain that, according to all evidence, Monty never existed. My father's 60th birthday was a couple of weeks ago, so we had a get-together at my parents' house. We were all talking about our memories and things that we missed and loved.

loved about growing up. At one point, my sister brought up Ringo and how good of a dog he was, and I mentioned how much I missed Monty. All three of them kind of gave me a look like I was crazy, and I asked if none of them remembered Monty. I said, Monty, the American Eskimo, he was a pure white dog with really fluffy fur, he and I were best friends when I was young. They all kept staring at me like I was saying something wrong, until my sister said, Do you mean Misty? I asked who Misty was,

and this whole thing became the most confusing conversation of my life. My mother, my father, and my sister all remember another dog named Misty. But Misty was a female black lab, literally the exact opposite of my mother. Monty. We discussed this for a while, and none of them remember Monty, and I don't remember Misty. We ended up pulling out one of the photo albums, and sure enough, there are photos of us with a black lab and a golden retriever, but none of them have Monty in them. The years correlates to

when we would have had Monty, but he doesn't exist in any of the photos, and nor do they recall him at all. A couple of days later, I even called my uncle, and I asked him if he remembered the dogs that we had when he stayed with us. He remembered Rango, but he could not remember the name of the second dog. He did, however, remember that it was a black dog, and he had no memory of Monty whatsoever. So, as far as pretty much everyone else is concerned, Montgomery, my best friend growing up, and the beautiful loving pup that I held in his last minutes, never existed. I have no proof that he did. No one else remembers him, and the photos that do exist show that my memories of my childhood are, apparently, all wrong.

If Monty never existed, I have no idea how I could have imagined all of the memories of my childhoods. memories of him when I was growing up. I know that I did not make up the intense emotion it felt when we had to have him put down. I know that I did not make him up, but he didn't exist. I do have to say it is heartbreaking that this is my timeline now, because it almost feels like losing him a second time. Regardless, I will always love and miss that pup. and thankfully I still have all of my memories.

Those can't be taken from me, not even by this messed up simulation that we live in. Here are a couple of my more extreme glitch stories. I use them as examples in my book, The Dream That Dreams the Dreamer, where I try to explain what I believe this reality is. One night I was up late, but that's normal for me because I'm enough.

night person. I don't remember what I was doing, but I remember looking at the time, and that it was 4 a.m. And I was hungry. I got up and went to make myself something to eat. There's a window next to the sink, and normally you can see all the way down the street from it, but not tonight. It was pitch black. I bet you're thinking, of course it is, it's four in the morning, but I'm not talking night-time dark. It was black. The only way to describe it was like the blackness was pressing up against the glass. I started to attempt to see out. I live on a well-lit street. There's a streetlight right across the street from my building, in a three-story apartment complex that stretches to the right all the way down the block. All the sliding glass doors overlooking the

street, and it also has a well-lit entrance. At the end of the block past the apartments, is a controlled intersection with traffic lights, and more street lights, beyond the intersection or more apartments. So there's no shortage of light sources outside my window, but all I could see was black. I would guess that I was looking out for most of a minute when I saw a small yellow light, down the street past the intersection. It was somebody's apartment window. At that moment, all of the remaining lights that should be out there became visible simultaneously.

But it wasn't instantaneous. It was like everything was on one dimmer switch, and somebody turned it from off to max very quickly. I'm still fascinated by this unique glitch. and a second glitch I have a silver counter it's in the shape of a ball and it fits in the palm of my hand you click it to advance the numbers

and businesses use them to count people in lines I used it all the time and I kept it on my nightstand one day I went to grab it and it wasn't there checking carefully I cleared everything off of my nightstand onto my bed and then put it all back I then looked down around my nightstand for a second, and then looked back up to see it right in the middle of everything. This kind of thing has happened to me before,

and I don't always get the items back, so I was grateful to still have it. I start to use it, and I noticed that the count was wrong. It now doesn't register some clicks, about one in ten. So reality broke my counter. And to add an exclusive as the Raven Dreams update to this story, I recently tried using it again and now it works fine.

I guess the universe doesn't like being accused of breaking something. Hey, Raven, long-time listener here, but first-time submitter. I have two stories that are seemingly small, but that I can only explain as being glitches, as nothing else makes sense. The first story I have has been read on a number of number. smaller glitch channel before. So if anyone here has heard it before, that would be why.

I travel a lot as an out-of-state college student. Between going home for the holidays and visiting my long distance, at the time of the story, boyfriend, side note, we didn't break up. We just recently got engaged, making him my fiancé now. I always travel in and out of DFW, and specifically out of the same gate, as I'm usually only flying to and from the same place, on the same airline.

All of this is to say that I really know the airport, and especially this terminal. When I first started flying out of this terminal, it was pretty cruddy and run down. But within the first year of traveling, it had been completely renovated to a gorgeous, almost futuristic-looking terminal. Prior to the renovations, the one thing I hated most about the terminal were the bathrooms. There was a single women's bathroom in the area, with only a handful of stalls. A majority of them didn't lock, and the ones that did had such wide gaps by the door that I swear I could stick my hand through the gap and shake someone else's hand.

Plus, make eye contact with the person in the stall next to me, if we happened to stand up at the same time. After the renovations, the bathroom was amazing. All of the stalls are floor to ceiling now, and it's just super nice all around. Anyways, there was a time post-renovations that I had just got to my gate and had a bit of time to spare, so I went to use the restroom. To my shock, when I entered the bathroom, it was not the glorious renovated bathroom that I had grown to love. but the rundown janky bathroom from before the renovations. I was truly confused and a little bit disoriented by it.

I stepped out to see if I was in a different terminal this time and hadn't realized it somehow. But sure enough, it was the nice new terminal. I went back in, quickly did my business, and got out of there. A few weeks later, when arriving back at DFW from my trip, I was coming into the same terminal. I got off my flight and went to the same bathroom again, but this time it was back to its nice renovated self. Did I somehow step into a time portal bathroom or something?

I'm not sure, but it truly weirds me out. This second story takes place around Christmas of 2021, but I swear I can replay it in my head like it was yesterday. That's how weird it was. My siblings and I were all home for the holidays. We all were, slash, still are, in college and grad schools in different states. Since this is one of the very few times we were all together in the same place, we were catching up and wrapping presents.

My sister and I were sitting in her room with the door shut, so that no one would see what we were wrapping and spoil their presents. and our brother would come in intermittently to join us. We had probably been wrapping presents for about an hour or so, and we had a pretty good system down, where we would take turns wrapping a present, the other person helping to cut the paper, and hold edges down when needed,

so the other person could tape. We were having a conversation, and I had handed the scissors to my sister, as it was her turn to wrap a present. She cut the paper and then set the scissors, next to her for a second, so she could pull up a picture of someone to show me. We continue wrapping presents and then set it off to the side when it was finished. I pulled out the length of the wrapping paper that I needed, and then asked her to hand me the scissors.

She reaches to her side, but realized that they weren't there, and said that she must have already handed them back to me. I looked around on the floor, but they weren't by me. So I lifted up the wrapping paper as I thought, maybe, I had rolled it out over the top of them. But they weren't underneath it. We looked at each other puzzled. I proceeded to look under the bed thinking that one of us could have accidentally pushed them under, but they weren't there.

This turned into a 20-minute search of her room. On top of the bed, the dresser, nightstand, checking under the paper again, etc. literally everywhere. But they were nowhere to be found. She asked me if we had possibly wrapped them in the previous present, as we'd been pretty engrossed in our conversation, and could have overlooked them. So, we unwrap the previous present, but no, they're not there.

We were both starting to feel pretty weirded out. Our brother then knocked on the door and came in. We explained the situation to him, and he joined our search part. I kid you not, the three of us looked all over the room again for a good half hour, to no avail. Finally, freaked out and defeated, we went downstairs to tell our mom, because we were so confused. It had to be hysterical from her perspective, seeing her three grown children walking into her office, utterly terrified, because the scissors had seemingly ceased to exist.

We tell our mom and she follows us upstairs into our sister's room. The first thing she does is lift up the wrapping paper that we had already looked under three times. And boom, they're sitting right there. We were all shocked. I guess moms really can find anything. Hello, everyone. I'm new to this sub, but I think I have an experience that fits here. I would post it in the paranormal sub, but I truly believe this to be a natural phenomena.

Therefore, I thought it would fit in with this topic. I've had odd experiences ever since early childhood. I haven't really shared many on here, as many sound flat out insane, and I don't personally enjoy the rude backlash. However, I mostly visit odd subs anyway, and most of us weird. are typically open-minded, kind, and respectful. Anyways, all I can say is that our reality is not truly what it seems. Today, I'll share with you my Vortex experience. I was 18 at the time.

I was an overall good kid, never drank until college, zero drugs. It was the summer before I started college and I was still living at my parents' home. This experience happened in my bathroom after I got out of the shower. I was standing, covered up with a towel on, in front of the counter-vanity mirror brushing my hair. Next thing I know, I hear this wooching sound, followed by rapid wind as well as felt dust. I look above myself in the mirror and I see what appears to be a miniature tornado, whirling at a speed that I can't explain. It was about two feet tall, maybe a foot across, the widest part attached to the ceiling, and it appeared grayish or black. I was basically a deer in headlights then, as I kind of went in shock, as my mind was trying to figure out what the hell that thing was.

I stood back and just looked up at it. I could feel the wind and breeze on my face, particles of dust. I was a curious kid and had already experienced my share of weird, paranormal, etc. So I proceeded to reach my hand up to touch it. As quickly as I did that, my hand literally got slapped down, and I heard this voice screaming in my head saying, Don't do that. It was there for maybe another five seconds, and then gone.

I was left absolutely at a loss regarding what had just happened, I couldn't piece together what it was. I wasn't scared. I didn't really have any emotion and was more in awe. I intuitively knew that that would have been very, very bad had I placed my hand in that thing. The voice I heard, the slap that I got, it had saved me. I believe that to be either my higher self, a helpful, multidimensional being. I'm not religious, so I don't subscribe to Guardian Angels, but you could classify it as such.

Who knows? Maybe it was myself from another timeline helping myself. This happened in the summer of 2000. There was less about this topic back then than there is now. I've never experienced once since, and I'm grateful that I did. I truly believe that these things to be some sort of, natural phenomena that our science cannot explain. Or science won't explain.

Or, just flat out, the science that has been hidden or suppressed from us. In my heart, I believe that vortex to have been a portal to either a different time period, dimension, world, or alternate reality. Think of the Bermuda Triangle, much smaller scale, though. That would be the most basic example that I can think of if you're trying to understand more of what I believe that thing to be. Anyways, I'll likely get ripped as shreds for sharing this as a liar or being delusional. Maybe I am delusional, but definitely not a liar.

That was my honest experience. It will forever stay with me, and it has allowed me to continue to ask questions about what our reality actually, is. I've never stopped asking questions, as well as seeking the truth, and all you folks should do the same. Thanks so much for reading. If you have any experience or thoughts with this phenomena, personally, I'd love to hear your stories. And happy Fall Equinox. Oh, and again, I'll share some final details to assist. I was 18, female, no mental illness, zero drugs or alcohol at that age. And, and again, I'll share some final details to assist. I was 18, female, no mental illness, zero drugs or alcohol at that age.

The location was Madison, Wisconsin, United States. I was, and am, very open to everything paranormal. I've always questioned our system, our reality, our world. The concept of the Matrix may not be so far off. I've always been sensitive. Let's leave it at that. this is not my story, but rather a story told to me by my 74-year-old father. A couple of years before I was born, approximately 1980,

my father had just dropped my mother and my two older sisters off at our aunt's house and was on the highway returning home, because he had to work in a few hours. He worked third shift at the time. He exited the town that my aunt lived, lived in and entered on to the highway ramp. The afternoon sun was hanging low on the horizon, causing a glare on the windshield, which caused him to pull off to the shoulder, and grab his sunglasses and move his sun visor before continuing on his way. The moment that he slid the glasses over his eyes, everything went silent.

The constant whizzing of cars passed him suddenly vanished, and he was alone. Moreover, the sun, which one second earlier, was on the horizon, was gone from view, and stars now twinkled overhead. Convinced that he had dozed off somehow, he put his car and drive and merged back on to the highway, driving further from my aunt's town into hours. As he continued his drive, the smooth, well-paved highway suddenly became rough and bumpy. glancing at the roadway he could see multiple cracks and entire chunks misplaced, as well as the light posts that lined the concrete median were twisted and bent. As bizarre as this was, he continued driving until he saw something that caused him to slam on the brakes.

Up ahead and to his right, an exit ramp stood broken and crumbling. Beyond it, a shopping center lay in ruins with the burned-out building, and equally abandoned automobiles rusting away in the parking lot. Zooming past the chaos, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, before immediately jumping as a car breezed by. He was suddenly back amongst a sea of cars, all driving on a normal highway. With his exit coming up next, he pulled off the highway and drove into town. The town is just as he remembered it.

He then heated up his dinner, sat down to watch some television before getting ready to leave for work. This being the 1980s, there was no such concept as a glitch in the Matrix, so he basically kept his experience to himself for nearly 40 years, until relating it to me. When I told him about the glitch phenomenon and asked him what he thought had happened, and he likened it to a brief transition from one universe to another, perhaps a version of reality where the unthinkable had happened. You see, this event took place smack dab during the Cold War, a time of tension between the United States and Soviet Union.

In fact, the Cold War wouldn't end for another 11 years when the Berlin Wall came tumbling down in 1991. As he says, during those years, there were several incidents that could have led to all-out thermonuclear war that could have killed millions of people, and left the world in such a devastated state as what he witnessed. But what do you think? Hello. To give a bit of background, I bought my partner a bottle of a certain brand of gin. Let's call it brand X.

for Christmas last year as a treat. It's a locally produced gin, and it is not cheap. We finished it last winter, and we kept the bottle because it's a pretty bottle. It sat in the bookcase, a knackered old shelving unit by the front door until we moved. I remember picking up the bottle, shaking it, even though it was empty, hoping that there might actually still be gin in it, even though there was literally none. That spring, I bought some of those bottle stoppers,

with strings of LED lights in them, one of which would go into that bottle, and the other would go into an old rum bottle. We moved houses that June. All the bottles in that shelving unit were packed into boxes, and when we got the keys to the new place, everything in those boxes was put into the cupboard by the sink. I remember taking the fancy bottle out and thinking,

That was a good gin. I should buy some more. It went on to the shelf with the other spirits in the box. At several points during that summer, I remember looking for gin and finding the empty bottle in the cupboard. Usually there would be a cheap bottle of Tesco gin or something similar that would suffice, but it wasn't quite brand X.

Just your average 14-pound bottle of London dry gin. Back to this evening, I decided to go raking in the cupboard because I fancy something spirit-based, and I see the Brand X bottle. It looks like it has liquid in it. Ha-ha, if only, I thought. But I picked it up, and it still had something in it. Only about 150 milliliters or so, but still something. I asked my partner if he put water in the bottle for a laugh.

No, I haven't touched it, he responded. I open the bottle and smell it. It smells exactly like Brand X gin. Excited, I get some tonic water out of the fridge and pour myself some gin and tonic. I'm not lying, it is definitely Brand X gin. The peppercorns are unmistakable. Neither of us can explain how it got there. Neither of us bought bottles of it in the meantime, and although the distillery is in our city,

we didn't covertly refill our bottle at the distillery. It would have been ridiculous for such a small quantity. It was a real treat drinking the rest of the gin, but how the hell did it get there? To add, a weird coincidence, my partner went through the kitchen at one after midnight, according to my radio-controlled watch, and he asked me if it was one after midnight. I wonder why he's asking, but it turns out of my radio-controlled watch,

out that the clock on our oven is now correct. It's been wrong ever since we moved in, and I've never read how to fix it. I went through half an hour later, and it's still correct. Do Electrolux oven sink with Antorn time signal? I've never heard of any that do that, but it wouldn't surprise me. But why did it take four months, though? And why tonight? Hi, Raven.

I sleep to your story. almost every night, and honestly, they're very soothing. I've never posted before. This is my first time. But I always listen to all your podcasts. Thank you. Now, I will tell you my story. It all began around 2020, when COVID-19 hit,

and everyone was stuck at home. I belong to a religion with specific customs, such as praying multiple times a day and fasting from dawn to dusk, during a particular time of the year. This detail is important because it plays a key role in my story. During 2020, while many were fasting, it became common for people to stay awake until dawn so they could eat before sunrise.

Around this time, many young people in my country, particularly those aged 15 to 30, became captivated by a man who gained fame by dancing live online to keep everyone entertained. It was an unusual phenomenon, but it brought people together, almost like a virtual social gathering during a period when everyone felt isolated and had nothing to do. However, due to my country's mix of strict religious norms and political instability, this man was eventually arrested.

During his arrest, he was allegedly harmed, and his death was widely reported. I remember vividly how his lifeless images circulated on social media, and many people that I knew mourned him. Despite his peculiar behavior, he provided a much-needed distraction during a challenging time. Here is where things get strange. Just a few days ago, I saw people sharing his latest live stream, and I was utterly confused. I clearly remember the reports of his death, and the photos proving it. so seeing him alive now felt absurd. I have since moved to a different country,

and I shared my thoughts with my husband during a call. He laughed it off, saying he recalled the man going silent after his arrest, but that he was never declared dead. I don't know what happened, but a lot of things I remember seem different from how others recall them. It's honestly making me feel like I've shifted realities, and I'm left wondering how long things have been like this. I wish I could see what's happening in the timeline I originally knew.

Every time I try to revisit the past, this scenario seems to change. Thank you for reading my story, and I hope your audience can relate to this strange experience, as much as I do. Hi, Raven. I'm so glad to hear that you're feeling better. Thank you. I've been binge listening to these stories, and it inspired me to give you one about a small glitch I experienced earlier this year.

Ever since my early teen years, I've noticed a small phenomena where random items go missing. This was before the term glitch in the Matrix, so I wouldn't call it that. My 12-year-old self-described glitches, specifically things that inexplicably disappeared and then reappear, the things that are flung into the fifth dimension, go for a little bit of a little bit of, spin and then drop back into my lap. It wasn't due to forgetfulness or negligence. Some things did inexplicably vanish, especially things that I treasured. Sometimes things that weren't mine liked to also disappear.

One time, my mother was absolutely convinced that someone stole her nickelback CD. This was the early to mid-2000s before smartphones became a thing and streaming took over the world. It never came back, but some things would and in the most random of places. Sometimes I feel it was just me being a child trying to make sense of the world coming up with explanations for things to help me feel better. Today, I now know that I was on to something. I'm starting to wonder if this phenomenon is connected to the complex that I live in. Like you, Raven, I'm a Kansas City local. Yo, Kansas City mentioned.

I've only moved around a few times, but the only instances where these glitches happened has been in a complex that I grew up in. Then, in later adulthood, moved back into again just a block away. For obvious reasons, I can't tell you where I live. But I live relatively close to where former President Harry S. Truman once worked.

In that, there's an alleged ghost child that occupies a restaurant close by. Curious things happen here. Anyway, I've never experienced glitches anywhere else. Not my first apartment, or my second or third. There was that one time living with my in-laws, I swear there was a spirit portal that opened up, and it smelled so awful,

like a rotting corpse filled with something rancid. And my spouse dealt with night paralysis at the time. another story for later. This brings us to the heart of my tale. The latest sacrifice given unto the Fifth Dimension, or glitch, as I described now in 2024, I had these wireless earbuds that comfortably wrapped around my ear. They are a bit larger than regular buds,

and subsequently easy to see, easy to find. I could shake my head or do a handstand and they would stay on. They were so nice. I used them frequently to listen to podcasts and music, and often did so while folding laundry in my bedroom. Nothing like listening to scary ghost stories while folding socks, right? One evening, I finished putting up said socks. I was exhausted from a day on my feet doing housework all day.

I threw myself into bed and took my glasses off, sitting them on the side table. Then my earbuds. except I missed my mark, and one of the earbuds dropped to the floor. With my blurred vision, I watched it fall. I saw where in the general area it fell, in front of the dresser, close to a wall and beside the side table. An annoyed, I got out of bed, put my glasses back on, and turned on the side lamp to look for it.

Like I said, these earbuds are large and hard to miss. They shape around your ear, so it's not like it can get trapped in a small corner somewhere. It was gone. I began to tidy up the area thinking maybe it somehow bounced into the sock drawer, that I was too lazy to close. No. I looked under the dresser where there are decorative gaps at the bottom.

Not there either. It hadn't bounced into or on to anything. The side table was actually a tiny bookshelf, so it was solid without feet, dropping it up, and it was too close to the wall for anything to fall behind it. I started details searching, and nothing. I watched it fall on the carpet, and it vanished before my eyes. I saw it happen, and when it did, something deep down told me it was gone for good.

I just had to try hunting it down before accepting the truth. It had flung itself into the fifth dimension. Why did it have to happen to all of my favorite things? It was the left one, the dominant earbud that connected to my phone, so the right one was useless to me. I still keep it on my side table just in case the left one decides to come back to me, but I'm not holding my breath. I have since bought a replacement pair,

and I make a mental note to keep them together, and in the case, when I'm not using them. That was the fatal flaw I had made that day. I didn't put them in their case. If I had done that, who knows? Maybe the glitch wouldn't have happened. Thanks for reading my story, Raven, and wishing you well. One evening, a few weeks ago,

my partner and I were driving home from a city festival that we attended. This area of town, in particular, has street lighting, lit up signs, etc. So even in the dark, it's not that dark. I could have driven without headlights and still seen where I was going. For background, we had not been drinking. It was not late at night. In fact, it was before 9 p.m.,

and there are no mitigating factors that can explain why this happened. As we cruised through the downtown portion of this decent-sized city, and we came to a four-way stop on a road that we have driven dozens, if not hundreds of times. Up ahead to the left, there was a dumpster at the corner of the post office, which sat at the next intersection. The dumpster was not tucked away in the dark. It was in front of the building, away from any structures. I'm guessing less than 40 yards away from where we stopped.

As I'm waiting at the intersection, I noticed there's a man very obviously standing at the dumpster. He's got a black hoodie and what appears to be gray sweatpants on, smoking a cigarette with his back turned to us. I gestured in his direction and said casually to my partner, I wonder what this guy's up to. Note, I said nothing to my partner about his appearance or what he looked to be doing.

I slowly rolled the stop sign approaching, the dumpster at less than 20 miles per hour, and at this point we're both paying close attention to what he's doing out there in the dark. We got within 10 yards of the next stop sign, which was directly next to the dumpster, and it was as if the man slowly morphed and disappeared. It felt like a slow-motion scene of a movie, where his whole figure was just absorbed into the dumpster. Both of us audibly gasped at the same time and looked at each other in disbelief. The man was gone. I don't know how long we stopped there to recall what had just happened, but there is no way that a person could have been standing there and walked away without us

blatantly seeing it. My partner turned and said to me, What the hell? That guy was smoking a cigarette, was he not? Wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants. Again, I did not share with them anything about the appearance of the man that I saw, just pointed in his direction. The rest of the way home, we just sat in disbelief. To this day, it still blows my mind because I've never seen anything like this right before my eyes. Both of us bring it up frequently and wonder what the hell we saw.

I'll probably never know, but I had to share my experience. About six years ago, I was working as an actor, and I was out late doing a show, and up early the next day to do another one. The windscreen wipers on my piece of crap car were out of sink, and would jam together and get stuck so they wouldn't wipe the windscreen, just jiggle together in the middle. On the way back from my show, the rain on the motorway was absolutely torrential,

and I literally couldn't see a damn thing with my wipers connected in the middle, tugging on each other. So I pulled over. Sick to death of this bloody car, I put my foot on the bonnet and pulled the left wiper out from its base, unconnected it from the right one and tossed it into the bushes, so I had the driver's part of the window screen still being white, even though there was absolutely nothing on the left side.

I got back about 2 a.m. I lived in a block of flats in London with no parking, so I'd parked about 10 minutes walk down the road. When I got to my car at 8 a.m., I noticed straight away that the left wiper had been replaced, not with another standard windscreen wiper that is made of two blades connected in the middle, but with a very differently shaped single back window wiper. I stared for about five minutes, and got in my car and had to go.

The small blade on the left was wiping half of the passenger window, enough for me to see out of, and the left and right wipers weren't connecting anymore because the left was too short. I still had my back wiper, so it's not like it had been taken from the back and put on the front. But the new one was identical to my back one. No elbow connection where the blade would go, so it definitely was not a front wiper. I also had that confirmed next time I took my car into a garage.

I also know for a fact that I ripped it out at the base the night before, because I put my foot on the bonnet and hugged until it popped out of the base. In driving home, there was nothing at all on the left screen. I immediately texted the guy that I was seeing to ask if he was my wiper fairy and he not only lived an hour away but knew nothing about it. It still absolutely baffles me to this day. Who between the hours of 2 a.m. and 8 a.m.

noticed my car parked on a crappy street in the London suburbs, saw that it didn't have a left wiper as of that fairy evening, and then replaced it with a back wiper they just happened to have. I'm not totally sure if this belongs here, but I'm not sure where else it fits. 30-plus years ago, when I was still way too young to have it, my mom bought me an amethyst while traveling in Thailand.

And a few years ago, she had it set in a necklace and gave it to me for a birthday gift. I wear this necklace every single day, and it has a lot of sentimental value to me. I'm currently fostering a puppy, so my house has been puppy-proofed, including rolling up our area rug so that the floor is easier to clean if he has accidents. This becomes relevant in a minute. So, the other day, I took the foster puppy to the groomer, and he was scared.

I was halfway holding him while the groomer did her magic, and the puppy started nibbling on my necklace. I tucked the necklace under my shirt, and did it. think anything of it. We got done at the groomer, loaded the puppy into his crate, and went to pick my kids up from school. This was like an hour's worth of driving

and a few trips in and out of the car. I got to my kid's school and was adjusting my necklace, and I noticed that the amethyst was gone. I was crushed, because this necklace is so special to me. We looked all over the floor of the school, the pathway out to the place,

parking lot, et cetera, and nothing. I scoured the inside of the car, the inside of the dog crate, called the groomer to look, and even, super gross I know, examined the puppy's droppings to see if he somehow swallowed it in the short time he was nibbling on my necklace. But nothing. It was in my necklace when I left for the groomer and was gone by the time I got home. I basically just gave up. ever finding it.

Last night, my niece and nephew came to stay with us, so I was cleaning up the house for their visit. I was deemed cleaning the floor and unrolled and vacuumed the area rugs, too. The kids came over and had been playing throughout the house, and all three of the dogs have been out and about in the house. It's been sheer chaos, honestly. This morning, I randomly noticed something sparkle on the rug. And there was my amethyst.

This rug was rolled up until yesterday and has been vacuumed twice. Kids and dogs have been back and forth all over it since last night. I have literally zero idea of how it could have ended up there. I don't know if this is a glitch in the Matrix, but it is super freaking weird. I recently got myself a pair of Bow's headphones, and I loved them right from the first time. time that I put them on.

I use these headphones for my workouts, phone calls, and whenever I just want to chill out. So you can imagine how bummed out I was when, three days ago, I couldn't find them. Here's what happened. I remember using the headphones to listen to a podcast while I was working out in the garage. At one point, I took them off and went inside the house to grab a drink. After finishing my workout, I didn't think about the headphones again until later in the day when I went back to the garage. They were nowhere to be found. I spent the next three days searching high and low.

My wife and I turned the garage upside down, checking the squat rack multiple times. We even tore through the whole house, but I was pretty sure that I hadn't brought them back inside. I was ready to throw in the towel because I was ready to throw in the towel because I was. I couldn't think of anywhere else to look. But now, let's jump to today. I was working out in the garage again, and as I walked out to the driveway to cool down, something unbelievable happened.

At the same time, my daughter, who had been helping us look for the headphones, walked into the garage to grab her soccer ball. Suddenly, she said, Oh, you found them. Confused, I asked. Found what? She then showed me the headphones and I got a shiver down my spine

when I saw them hanging right there on the side of the squat rack. I'd been working out for 45 minutes, and there is no way that I could have missed them. My wife and I had searched that rack over and over. I called my wife into the garage and she couldn't believe her eyes either. It felt like a prank because the headphones were in such an obvious spot. Even my daughter thought that I found them when she first saw them. She couldn't have been pranking me because I saw her walk into the garage, and she didn't have anything in her hands.

She's also not the type to play tricks. All three of us are freaked out, because we still cannot explain how they magically reappeared. I'm not usually a very good storyteller, so I will do my best here. This is something that I witnessed a couple months ago, and my kids keep telling me that I need to share the story. One early Saturday morning, I was up before anyone else in the house was up. I had some coffee and watched a little TV.

Then I decided to tidy up the kitchen a bit, wash the few dishes in the sink. There's a kitchen window over the sink where our two outside farm cats, one orange cat and one black, who are never allowed in the house. sometimes come to say hello to us if they hear us. We never open that window. We just say hello back by tapping on the window and saying our normal.

Hello, kitty kitty. So, as I was washing the dishes, our orange cat, Dennis, was in the window, rubbing on it. I tapped the window and said a few things to him. I like to think they understand what I'm saying through the window glass. I got done with the dishes, grabbed. another cup of coffee, and then sat back on the couch. A half hour goes by, and I start hearing some noises. I can't figure out exactly if it's from upstairs, the attached garage or the basement.

I feel a little scared by the noises, so I just sit and wait, and hope that someone else gets up soon. Then, another half hour or so later, I look to the side of me and see the orange cat Dennis walk through the kitchen, heading to go upstairs to the second floor. Of course, I grab him and set him back outside our front door. I think to myself, shoot, the garage door must be open. What other animals got in? I went to check the garage and the door is still locked, and all the windows are shut.

My husband then came downstairs, and I told him what happened, and then made him go down to the basement with me to check the windows. They were also all locked up. The direction the cat came in would have had to have either been through the garage or from the basement. But according to all the windows and doors, that wasn't possible. Out of curiosity, I checked every window and door in the house, and everything was locked up tight. This incident will forever boggle my mind. It took me a while to figure out how.

to explain what's been occurring with me for literally my entire life. To be honest, I still don't know exactly how to explain it, but here's my attempt. Random odd things seem to happen to me on a regular basis. Starting in my childhood, and now all the way up to my current seasoned age of 41. As a child, I would see things and feel things that I thought everyone saw and saw in felt. It wasn't until later that I realized it wasn't the norm. To keep this from being an entire book, I'll share the latest phenomenon that I'm currently experiencing. I'll often park my Dodge Grand Caravan in a parking lot and walk into the store, making sure to click the lock

button and roll up all of my windows beforehand, since my city has high crime with auto theft and vandalism. Upon returning to my vehicle, much to my surprise, the windows are cracked, and the van is unlocked. It appears as though that's how it was left. When I know for a fact I locked all of the doors and rolled the windows up. The first few times this happened, I thought I was losing my mind. But then, it happened when my fiancé was with me, so he was able to witness this strange occurrence. The van has power locks and windows. They don't just roll themselves down without the van being on.

The doors aren't supposed to come unlocked without me unlocking them. At one point, my driver's side window was messed up and wouldn't roll down. I had to order a replacement panel for the window control on that door, so that particular window stayed rolled up because I literally could not roll a table. down. Lo and behold, I walk outside to leave my house and the windows are cracked open, including the one that is not working and stays rolled up. What's even more strange is on this particular incident, my coffee mug was in the driver's

cup holder, even though I had just made a cup of coffee in the house to take with me on my trip. I glanced down at my hands, and I was holding my purse and nothing else. I know that I had just made my coffee because my mother and I had just discussed how well the Yeti mugs insulate our drinks. The blood rushed to my feet, and my heart started pounding. I thought to myself, What in the actual...

I couldn't even move. I was so shook up. A few days passed, and I was chilling at home. I had decided not to go grocery shopping on this particular day, because we were supposed to get some pretty bad storms, so I postponed my errands for another day. My van was parked, locked, windows rolled up,

and things seemed to be perfectly normal. My keys were hanging neatly on the keyholder, and I decided to take my dog for a walk. So I grabbed the leash, and we proceeded out of the front door. I have a fairly larger dog. She's a black-mouthed, and she's very hyper, so it was more of her walking me than me walking her.

Come on, princess, let's go, girl. I said as I smiled and gripped the leash tightly so she wouldn't cause me to flip. We get to the edge of the walkway, and I glance up at my van. I stood in pure shock, as I noticed that the trunk was wide open, as if someone had unloaded groceries and left it that way.

But I had not gone anywhere, my keys hadn't moved. I didn't know what to do at this point because I was certain that my battery was probably dead due to the trunk being open and the interior light being on for who knows how long. I went directly back into the house to get my keys so that I could check and see if the battery was dead. Imagine the shock I felt when I gets to the keyholder, and there are no van keys. I had been alone at home the entire day, and I'm the only one who drives my van. I know that those keys were hanging up because I literally saw them there just an hour before this all happened.

I didn't know what else to do, but frantically look around to see if they had somehow ended up in the wrong place or fell behind my side table. Nothing. No keys anywhere. I went out to the van to make sure the windows were closed. at least, and to my utter shock, my keys were in the ignition. I froze. I remember thinking, why does this stuff keep happening to me? As of this very day, unexplainable things continue to happen. My hair straightener turns off while I'm using it for absolutely no reason.

It's not that old, and it doesn't appear to have a short in the wiring. It also never does this to my mother or my daughter. when they use it, only me. My mother watched me do my hair a couple of times, and we literally counted the number of times my hair straightener would turn off in mid-use. But when she held it, the hair straightener stayed on. Last night, my fiancé bought me a brand-new hair straightener because I was getting so frustrated with mine turning off while using it.

I opened the box, removed the brand-new hair straightener, had never been used, of course, and it was even a different brand. I put my old hair straightener away, and I plugged in the new hair straightener. I turned it on and patiently waited for the 30-second heat up. Nothing happened. I fumbled with the buttons and tried every possible way to turn it on, but it would not turn on. My fiancé watched with this confused look on his face as I struggled to turn it on. even tried and nothing happened.

My mother shook her head and just said, Well, you were born during five planetary retrogrades. Uh, what? I don't even know what that means. Anyways, we're returning it to the store, and we luckily kept the receipt. These are just a couple of examples of the strange things that happened to me. The paranormal experiences are spine-chilling, but those will be in a different story. And I don't know if my story will reach others, but if it does, and anyone else has these issues, please let me know.

I'm honestly confused to tears because I feel like I walk daily in a continuous glitch. I'm 26, and I've always been interested in theories, glitches, creepypastas, etc. I've always kept an eye out for the strange and the unusual, and I think I've experienced. I experienced my first glitch around the end of September, beginning of October of this year, 2022. So, I was out running around one day helping out some friends, and we had stopped at this gas station. They were selling stones carved into different shapes. I picked out one that was a clear-looking stone, but that was also milky white, and at the same time in the shape of a mushroom. I got it for $2.

After that, me and my friends that I was helping out went to their motel room, and if you're wondering why they were staying in a motel room, it's because their house flooded. Anyways, I chilled in the room with my friends for maybe like ten minutes, and I was trying to take a photo of the stone on Google Images to try to see what type of stone it was. but I couldn't get a good picture of it I figured it was the lighting or something so I gave up and then I sat it down next to me on this little bench in the room and I decided I wanted to go smoke a cigarette I thought that I packed up all my stuff

and I thought that I had put the stone in this little case that I carry around to carry my earrings or rings if I need to take them off when I'm out but anyways I was seen sitting outside for probably like an hour or two, and then my friends told me it was time to go, so we left. We stopped by my friend's place that flooded just to help them pick up the yard and check on the animals really quick, and while we were there, I didn't take my stuff out of my friend's car, nor did I empty my pockets while we were there. So, like, 15 minutes go by,

and then we leave to drop me off at home. The first thing I was to go out. The first thing I was, I was I usually do when I get home as I sit on my bed, empty out all of my pockets, my purse, and take off my shoes. And as I was doing this, I could not find the little stone mushroom that I just bought anywhere. And I thought I must have lost it because it would have been on me if I still had it. And trust me, I checked everything. All of my pockets, my entire purse, the little little. case thing, and there's no way that it could have gotten wrapped up in the blankets, because my

blankets were flat on my bed. Then, around two weeks go by, and by this point it's the beginning of October, and I know it sounds bad, but I hadn't done my laundry for around three weeks. Don't judge me. Now, I have two laundry baskets for dirty clothes, and I have a partner, and that's why I have one in the bathroom and one in the bedroom. I decided to clean the laundry that was in the bathroom basket, and I know that I did not put any of the clothes that I wore the day that I bought the mushroom

in the bathroom laundry basket. Because I had changed my clothes in my bedroom that day, so as I was doing my laundry like I always do, I usually dump everything out on the concrete floor and pick out what I need washed, and then take everything I didn't wash and put it back in. in the basket. As I was putting everything back in the basket, I heard something hit the floor. And, clear as day, there was the mushroom stone that I had purchased two weeks ago.

It had been years since I'd last had a glitch before this, so my reaction was to laugh to myself. But to put it into context, my mother-in-law lives in an alley, which belongs to a group that is joined by a downhill street that hardly anyone goes down. They use it to take their cars out to the main street, and at the exit of that street you turn a corner, and there's the hospital. I had to go to the doctor, so I walked down the main street to the street outside, where my mother-in-law lives. From afar, I see a man that catches my attention,

all in black with glasses and a slightly mousy face. I look at him while I walk. As I said, very few people go down that street and he's not a neighbor. And I see that he makes the same movements in a loop. He leaves the street, looks to the side, approaches the main street almost until he gets on to the road, looks again, and comes back. He does this several times since he catches my attention,

and when I reach him, he doesn't even look at me. surprised. I turned the corner, past the emergency entrance, and arrive at the ramp, where the cars enter towards the hospital. I decide to stop to smoke a cigarette, before entering, and then I see him. The same man on the ramp. I remain speechless looking at him, and he makes exactly the same movements he did on the other street. He goes down the ramp, looks, goes out onto the street, looks, and then comes back.

I'm shocked. There is no possible way he could have gotten there. There are no shortcuts, no ways to cross. He didn't pass me on either side. I just laughed. The people who arrive are staring at me, but the man doesn't even glance at me. So, I just let him continue with his teleported loop,

and I go to my doctor's appointment. still laughing. This happened a few weeks ago. I just wasn't sure how valid it was as a glitch, but I'm truly still unsure of what happened. A while back, a friend gave me a big lighter with a pickle image on the wrapping. It's green, of course, and it says pickle underneath the image as well. My partner is doing the laundry sometime after I received this lighter,

probably a couple of weeks. At one point, he comes up to me saying that I'd left two lighters and a chapstick in my clothes that, of course, had fallen out of the washer. He hands me these items. Two pickle lighters, and now an empty chapstick. I asked him where the second lighter came from because I'd only had the one given to me by my friend. I asked him if it was in the washer beforehand, and he said that it wasn't. For reference, we live in an apartment building that has two washers and two dryers that we share with 11 other units.

He's somewhat adamant about checking the machines before and after washes and dries to assure that we aren't mixing stuff with other people or washing something weird with ours, like random objects. So, now, I have two of the same lighter. There were no differences that I could see. I can't tell which is mine and which suddenly appeared, and they're both still functional. I know pickles are a common thing that people enjoy, so either someone had the exact same lighter, had left it in the washer and my partner didn't notice, or someone threw it in there while the load was going, and that one doesn't make much sense. The first is more likely.

Maybe someone just did one load and overlooked the lighter. It's just a very weird coincidence, but I've been thinking about it and wondering if it was a true glitch or not. I've never posted here, but this weird thing just happened, and I can't really explain it. I was changing a light bulb, and it's above my kitchen table. It just kind of hangs on its wire, that's how it was designed. But that's besides the point, I think. So I was changing it from one round bulbous bulb to a larger round bulbus bulb.

Also, the new one is opaque white, whereas the smaller one is that yellowy tinted vintage LED style. Two completely different light bulbs. Merely, they're the same shape, like a ball. So I got the small one out and proceeded to screw in the larger one, while holding the smaller one in the same hand I'm using. to hold on to the light fixture steady, while I screw the big one in there. I said to myself, I should have put this bulb down first. I feel like I'm going to drop this crap right, and then I dropped it, the smaller bulb.

Now, keep in mind, I am standing on a hard surface, kitchen table, which is standing on another hard surface, hardwood kitchen floor. There are no soft surfaces in this room in the house. It's a kitchen. So the bulb slipped out of my hand, and I brace for the sound of glass shattering, and I'm thinking about the mess that I'm going to have to clean up. But there was no sound of glass shattering. No sound at all. And I can't find this light bulb that I dropped anywhere.

I'm freaking out right now. What is this? Where is the smaller light bulb? And why did it not shatter or make a sound, when it inevitably hit either the time? table or floor upon slipping from my fingers. I'm at a complete loss. It's as if the bulb never existed.

But there is a completely different light bulb in there now, so... Explain that. As this ever happens to anyone else? This happened a year or so back when my husband and I were living in a rental house throughout COVID. A multitude of weird things happened to us there, which I had originally put down to paranormal weirdness, but the more that I talk about what we experienced, the more I've been encouraged to write it here instead. A ton of things happened in the 18 months that we were renting the house, some of which I have written about in other threads, but this definitely

felt the most glitchy. I decided to take off my jewelry one day, whilst cleaning the house. I was walking into the bedroom to put my ring in its box on the bedside table, and as soon as I was walking through the door, it dropped out of my hands to the floor. As soon as that thing hit the carpet, it was gone. Despite the fact that it landed on the soft carpet and settled in pretty much in the exact place that it fell, it felt like as soon as I blinked, it had disappeared. I looked everywhere, under the furniture, across every inch of the bedroom, even checking the other rooms despite knowing there was no way it had gone that far. After searching for a while, I decided to go back to cleaning, hoping that I would find it along the way and all would be well. I cleaned

the house from top to bottom that day, and could safely say that the ring had completely disappeared. I was disappointed, but there was little that could be done. About two months later, we were preparing to move out and I was doing the final clean. Doing pretty much the same routine every week, I went into a sort of robot mode moving around the house methodically before getting to the bedroom. The furniture from the whole house was already moved out a couple of days prior. I was finishing the clean before handing the keys back to the landlord. As soon as I walked through the door, something fell, seemingly out of the house.

the sky, and bumped me on the nose before falling on the floor and settling on the carpet. It was the ring, back in the exact spot that it had fallen two months prior, as though it was mere seconds ago that I had dropped it. I was so perplexed at the time that I picked the ring up and carried on cleaning, convinced that it must have been tangled in my clothing or something. However, the more I talk and think about it, the more I feel that this was a change. true glitch in the matrix. Although the rational side of me, my husband mostly, says there has to be some sort of

reasonable explanation. I started sewing in 2020. Being a newbie, I thrift as much as I can. Fabric and sewing patterns are dirt cheap at my local thrift shop. As is true for anything at thrift stores, mere at the whim of whatever someone else donates. For those unfamiliar with how sewing patterns work, they come with a blueprint for the garment, plus step-by-step instructions on how to put it together.

I organize all of my patterns in a canvas bin underneath my desk. So I'm painting my office last month, moving things from one side of the room to the other so that I don't have to clear the whole office out. I push my dresser away from the wall and see that there were suing instructions covered and dust underneath it. As I go to pick it up, I'm wondering how long it's been there.

But then I see the front of it, and I'm instantly flummoxed. I've never seen this pattern before. I have never owned this pattern. I'm a nerd and have a spreadsheet of my patterns, and it is not on it. I go through all my physical patterns, and it's not there either. Still perplexed, I put it in my pattern bin because my brain is dumb and my thought process is, what if I need it someday? Fast forward to last week, I'm rummaging around at Value Village looking for patterns that

were printed in this millennium, and literally freeze in my tracks. I found the exact same pattern. There are literally thousands of patterns out there. This rack had like 40 of them on it, and this was one of them. Of course I bought it. before we get too excited, this one had its instructions included, so now I have two instruction pamphlets for this pattern. Can anyone explain how this happened?

It's strange enough to find this orphaned instruction, but I think it's doubly strange that I found the pattern for it a month later. When I was 11, my mom's friend got me a necklace with a big amethyst stone, about an inch and a half tall, an inch wide and half an inch thick, carved into the shape of a raindrop. He said that it would protect me from evil spirits, and it was my favorite color, so I loved it. I wore it everywhere, even when asleep. After a few weeks, I noticed that I was feeling pretty tired all the time. I complained to my grandma about how tired I was, and she said that Amethyst drains your energy.

I was super disappointed, but I believed her and took it off. I set it on this chest in the hallway while I went to the bathroom. It was right outside the door, and I planned to put it in my backpack after I was done. But when I came out, less than a minute later, it was gone. I asked my grandma, she saw what happened to it, but she said that she didn't. She was washing the dishes in the kitchen, and the sink was on her. an island counter facing the hallway. And she would have seen one of my cousins or siblings if they had come inside and grabbed it.

And I would have heard if anyone had come down the hallway because it was an old trailer with creaky floorboards. And you could always hear where people were in walking. I also heard the dishes in the sink the whole time I was in the bathroom. So it's not like my grandma could have run over and grabbed it without me hearing her. I opened the chest, pulled it away from the wall, and looked behind it. Lifted it, looked under it, it was gone. I was so upset.

Every time I went back to my grandma's house, I looked for it again, until the year that she moved out. But it never turned up. So, myself, male 38, mom, female 61, and sister female, went on a shopping day trip into Cardiff, the Welsh capital yesterday. As we were finishing up, I needed to use the toilet. So, I left them outside the shopping center, sat down while I nipped inside quickly. On the way back, I almost bumped into a guy, maybe about 19 or 20 years old. He had a red Coca-Cola top on and was carrying a Starbucks cup.

I apologized and proceeded to meet up with my family. About three or so minutes later, we walked maybe a hundred yards, and this is where I got slightly freaked out. As we walked towards the last shop, the same Coca-Cola guy was walking across our path drinking his Starbucks. He turned his head to the right, slightly behind us, and stopped for a second, staring. Then walked off past us.

I looked behind to see what he was staring at, and there was a guy sat on a step. This guy was almost identical to the Coca-Cola guy, hair and face. He was also drinking Starbucks. I stopped to check myself and looked at my sister, who had a puzzled look on her face. I said to her, Did you see? To what she cut in with, they were the same person, right? We both looked in the direction of the Coca-Cola guy, and he was gone.

It's baffled me. I've read all about time slips and glitches in the UK, even been to Liverpool so many times taking the time to visit reported locations. As I say, I'm skeptical, but I do find the stories and reports interesting. But this was something else. I can't shake what I saw. I don't know if my mind, has exaggerated it or not, but the fact that my sister witnessed the same thing has got me freaked.

I've never posted here, so I hope what I put is understandable, and I would love some input on this. Thank you. I'm sure most people who watch Glitch in the Matrix content know about the Fruit of the Loom cornucopia. But if anyone doesn't, there were many accounts of the Fruit of the Loom having a cornucopia behind the fruit in the logo. While the company claims to have never had one there, it's pretty weird. People claim it's an instance of the Mandela effect. I would recommend looking it up if you're curious.

I want to share my account of this glitch. I have a very distinct childhood memory, around the age of six or seven, of standing in the underwear aisle in Walmart while my mom shopped. I was examining the logo on a pack of socks, listing the fruits. Apple, green grapes, purple grapes. I thought the yellow berries were lemons, and the leaves behind the grapes were spinach. But I didn't know what the big brown fruit was.

I asked my mom, and she described it as a cornucopia. It's like a basket for displaying fruit. I said that I wanted one, and she said maybe a... around Thanksgiving. I remember when I was around 12, looking at a new pack of underwear and being slightly disappointed that they changed the logo. I learned about the glitch pretty recently, and I googled it.

The recreations of that version of the logo look exactly how I remember it. I don't know if this is an indication of us jumping timelines or just a programming mistake in the Matrix. or what? Hi, all. First time posting here. I thought I would share as it seems to fit within the should-I-share flow-chart. I also thought this was interesting and would be curious to know if anyone has experienced something similar.

So, to give some context, I'm in Oxfordshire, UK, and earlier on today, whilst me and the family were driving home, I noticed an unusual plane. The reason it was unusual was because it was completely white, no logos, etc. It's worth me pointing out that, as I was the one driving, I wasn't able to get the greatest of looks. Anyway, the plane was kind of low, perhaps having just taken off or coming in to land. The strange part here was that the plane appeared to change color.

To elaborate, the plane was white initially, which was unusual enough, but then changed to a gray color. Normally, I would think nothing of it. However, as the plane was unusual in the first place, I had mentioned it to my partner and five-year-old son who all saw the same thing. Some points to note. One, we did not see the plane physically change color. It happened in the few seconds when we were driving past some trees and bushes, and the line of sight was obscured. However, the military gray plane, which we saw, I'm pretty certain, was the same plane. This is due to the height and direction it was traveling.

If it were two separate planes, they would have had to have been extremely close to one another. 2. I'm a relatively skeptical person, and have tried looking at this logically but am stumped on an actual answer. It's been a sunny day here today, and I don't believe the color change could have been due to any lighting, given the differences between the colors. 3. If we are in a simulation, then the easiest way to describe what we saw was a rendering glitch. the colors took too long to load. Again, this would have been something that I'd have brushed off had I been the only one to witness it. But I'm curious to hear others' thoughts and experiences. Hello.

To give a bit of background, I bought my partner a bottle of a certain brand of gin. Let's call it brand X for Christmas last year as a treat. It's a locally produced gin, and it is not. not cheap. We finished it last winter, and we kept the bottle because it's a pretty bottle. It sat in the bookcase, a knackered old shelving unit by the front door until we moved. I remember picking up the bottle, shaking it, even though it was empty, hoping that there might actually still be gin in it, even though there was literally none.

That spring, I bought some of those bottle stoppers, with strings of LED lights in that, them, one of which would go into that bottle, and the other would go into an old rum bottle. We moved houses that June. All the bottles in that shelving unit were packed into boxes, and when we got the keys to the new place, everything in those boxes was put into the cupboard by the sink. I remember taking the fancy bottle out and thinking, that was a good gin. I should buy some more. It went on to the shelf with the other spirits in the box. At several points during that summer, I remember looking for gin and finding the empty bottle in the cupboard.

Usually there would be a cheap bottle of Tesco gin or something similar that would suffice, but it wasn't quite Brand X, just your average 14-pound bottle of London dry gin. Back to this evening, I decided to go raking in the cupboard because I fancy something spirit-based, and I see the Brand-X bottle. It looks like it has liquid in it. Ha, ha, if only, I thought. But I picked it up, and it still had something in it. Only about 150 milliliters or so, but still something.

I asked my partner if he put water in the bottle for a laugh. No, I haven't touched it, he responded. I opened the bottle and smell it. It smells exactly like Brand X gin. Excited, I get some tonic water out of the fridge and pour myself some gin and tonic. I'm not lying, it is definitely brand X gin. The peppercorns are unmistakable. Neither of us can explain how it got there.

Neither of us bought bottles of it in the meantime, and although the distillery is in our city, we didn't covertly refill our bottle at the distillery. It would have been ridiculous for such a small quantity. It was a real treat drinking the rest of the gin, but how the hell did it get there? To add, a weird coincidence, my partner went through the kitchen at one after midnight, according to my radio-controlled watch, and he asked me if it was one after midnight. I wonder why he's asking, but it turns out that the clock on our oven is now correct. It's been wrong ever since we moved in, and I've never read,

how to fix it. I went through half an hour later, and it's still correct. Do Electrolux oven sink with Antorn Time Signal? I've never heard of any that do that, but it wouldn't surprise me. But why did it take four months, though? And why tonight? Hi, I love your channel and have been meaning to send this to you for a while. This happened a few years ago.

when my daughter was, I think, a junior or senior in high school, she bought this necklace from someone on Etsy. The pendant on the necklace was like a tiny light bulb, and inside of the bulb were a couple lavender herb pieces. So, one day, she comes and shows me the necklace and how she somehow lost the pendant. I examined the chain, and sure enough, the unique pendant is missing.

We were both commenting on how sad it was because the pendant really was one of a kind. The next day, I'm busy upstairs cleaning the house, and I see her necklace lying on one of our shelves outside the bathroom. I examine it, and, as you can guess, the pendant is back on it. I yelled downstairs to her, oh, so you found your pendant? And she cautiously approached me on the stairs, saying, What? No. You're scaring me. She takes the necklace and has no idea how it's all whole again. Frankly, I love glitch stories, so this didn't freak me out in the slightest.

I thought it was completely fascinating. But she's a scaredy cat and was spooked out by it. Also, no one else in the family knew anything about the necklace. The only thing, though, that makes me think that it could be super... is that during this time, my daughter was dabbling in good witchcraft. Apparently, this necklace was bought from someone who was into that as well. So, who knows how or why it reunited. But happy glitching all.