As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Vol 25 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: January 27, 2026

I want to apologize for the delay in my scheduling this past month. It's been a very hard month for me (for a multitude of reasons). For those that don't know, which you wouldn't if you weren't on the YT channel or in the discord, I had to put my 21 year old baby girl, CeeJay, to sleep On Monday. She's been in my life from the day she was born, back when I was 13, and to lose her is to close a huge chapter in my life. So If I struggle with the scheduling here, just know it's just because I'm struggling with my personal life right now. Today, however, we have 26 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 Aug 2022, July 2023, & March 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 2nd Story, No ads after that Story 1: 0:25 Story 2: 5:41 Story 3: 17:44 Story 4: 20:25 Story 5: 25:30 Story 6: 31:20 Story 7: 34:01 Story 8: 37:33 Story 9: 41:55 Story 10: 44:41 Story 11: 48:28 Story 12: 1:01:13 Story 13: 1:04:35 Story 14: 1:07:43 Story 15: 1:11:00 Story 16: 1:13:43 Story 17: 1:15:44 Story 18: 1:18:49 Story 19: 1:23:48 Story 20: 1:28:44 Story 21: 1:31:24 Story 22: 1:33:35 Story 23: 1:35:59 Story 24: 1:37:15 Story 25: 1:40:13 Story 26: 1:42:19 ----- 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

Hey there, friends. Today's episode is a Dark Dreams episode. For those that are unaware, Dark Dreams episodes are older episodes, remastered into larger collections, with some nice and calming rain sounds in the background to help you just kind of relax. So sit back, close your eyes if you can,

and just take in the scariness that is our existence. And hopefully you sleep well. I have heard and read several glitch in the Matrix stories that kind of prove that both cats and dogs exist outside of the confines of the matrix. But I have a bird that seems to be able to operate outside of it as well. I have two cockatiels that have been together since they were hatched, and I came into them a few years ago. The pair are two boys, one named Froggy and one named Chipper. Yeah, I know that they're dumb names, but it's what the previous owners had called them, and I'm not going to change them now.

Chipper is a fairly calm and normal bird. He's really sweet and very friendly, but also very patient and calm while being handled. Froggy, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. He doesn't mind being held or handled, but he is energetic as hell. He likes to fly around as much as he can. He sings any chance he gets, and he also likes to nip at people for the fun of it. He's also the one of them that, I personally believe, is able to do things that he should not be able to do. What's weird is that he's done the same thing twice, but in the opposite way.

It'll make sense here in a few minutes. The first time that he confused me happened about six. six months ago. I had both Froggy and Chipper out of their cages while I was homeworking because they like to walk around, and I have the room cleaned up enough that they won't cause any problems. I let them out of their cage during the day, but I don't let them out of their room, and they're pretty well happy with this arrangement. So I was working in the room with them doing what I needed with chipper sitting on my shoulder and whistling randomly. When I noticed that Froggy was nowhere to be seen. I looked around in all of his hiding places,

under the desk, on top of the bookshelf, and then I turned around to look, and I noticed that he was in his cage, dozing off on his perch. It confused me because there was no way that he could have gotten back into his cage. I close it up when they're out, so that they're kind of forced to stay out of it for a while. I just accepted that maybe I had left the door open, and he figured out how to close it, and I just didn't notice it. It wasn't like me at all, but I accepted the possibility for that event. It was the second thing that Froggy did that confused the hell out of me. A few days after that, I had a pretty bad headache in the middle of the day, somewhere around noon, so I decided that I needed to go ahead and get them back in the cage while I took a short nap.

I get them in, I lock the cage, and I shut the door to the office where the cage is. Then I go to the couch to lie down. I fell asleep for a little while, and then I woke up to a bit of a pinching feeling on my nose. I opened my eyes confused, and I look down and what do I see but froggy sitting on my chest and nipping at my nose. Then he makes his little chirpsong when he notices I'm awake. It took me a few moments to really have what was happening click. At first I chuckled at it because I thought it was cute that he was waking me up, but then it clicked that he shouldn't be out of his cage, nor should he be in the living room.

I pick him up off of my chest and I sit up, and then I look over to the office. The door was shut, like completely shut and latched. I thought that maybe the door could have just shut itself with the weight of the door, despite the fact that that has literally never happened, and I just went to go get him back in his cage. Much to my surprise, his cage was still shut and locked, and Chipper was just sitting there staring, at me like, why is he out and I'm not?

The whole time, I'm trying to get froggy back in the cage. He's sitting on my shoulder bouncing up and down and singing like he was just happily celebrating a victory. I honestly have no idea how we got out of the cage, much less the room. The cage door was latched, and the room door was also shut, so I don't see how the little dude could have gotten out, but he did. At this point, I'm just assuming that Froggy has mastered the art of teleportation through the Matrix. And because he's a simple little guy, he just uses that power to get into and out of his cage for the fun of it. I've started writing this story

and thought about submitting it probably five or six times now, but I always kind of chicken out at the last minute. This happened to me over. 10 years ago now, when I was in grade school, so I think I always worry a bit that it'll be thrown out because I was a kid, which is really kind of dumb, because I know you've covered stories of things that happened when the submitter was young before, but I'm an inherently anxious person, so I overthink things. I am particularly inclined to say that this really happened, though, because my mom still remembers it too. When I was in, I think, the seventh grade, my mom was driving me home from school.

We live on the outskirts of a suburb in the American Midwest, a nice area overall that bordered a lot of fields and opened farmland. I was going to a private Christian school a little further into the main suburbs, but we lived in the more country-like part of the area, so my mom would pick me up after school every day to take me home. We didn't run buses, so I know now how much of an inconvenience this probably was, in hindsight. But I always enjoyed the time, watching the exits of targets and coffee shops turn to Walmarts and fast food, and then to a stray gas station between patches of trees and neighborhoods, before ending as an open field. We would use this time to talk.

I'm an only child, so me and my mom have always been particularly close. I would talk about what we learned in school that day, something funny that happened at lunch, or the latest drama that I really needed to vent that day. I was bullied as a kid, I will admit, which made it really nice to have a mom so willing to listen to me. And she would talk to me about the conversations that had popped up between her and my grandma that day, since she was employed as a caretaker for her.

We'd also talk a lot about our favorite shows. My dad grew up on a healthy diet of comic books in Star Wars, something which he was very intent to pass on to me and my mom by proxy. I was never a super huge fan of Star Wars, which is blasphemy in certain circles, but at the time, I had fallen in love with Doctor Who and Star Trek. I also think this, might have even been around when Marvel's Agents of Shield was airing,

and I still remain a passionate MCU fan. So, with both of us watching the sci-fi shows nightly, mom found herself dragged along with us into this abyss that is fandom culture. All this is to say that me and my mom, being alone together in our car that day, were big sci-fi fans. But otherwise, weren't in any sort of altered, mental state. So, we were about at the junction point between gas station suburb and Walmart suburb.

I don't remember what we were talking about at this point. Maybe I was even on my iPod or something, but when we turned a corner, I remember mom making a little gasping sound, her eyes landing on the space over one of the buildings and saying, Johnny, is that a blimp? I looked up, and, yeah, there was a blimp, silver and moving slowly in the distance. It was oblong, metallic, literally a textbook picture of a blimp. It was flying pretty low to the ground, probably two miles above the trees at most, so it was taking up a solid portion of the sky to our side.

It looked like maybe what a blimp hanging decoration would look like in a glimpse. kids' room. I don't know how best to describe it, but I want to be clear that this was a notable blimp. People would see it, and while we were hitting the outer edges of the suburbs, we still had traffic around us. This was a weird event, in and of itself. I'd seen pictures of the Hindenburg and the like, but I had never seen a blimp actually in person before. So, at this point, me and my mom were just kind of chatting excitedly. Like, oh my God, that's so cool. What a weird thing.

I wonder if notable country store slash park near us is having an event or something. We kept going along our usual path, and the blimp followed at that perfect speed, where it never looked like it moved to us, even as the buildings in front of us changed. It must have seemed to hang in the air with us for probably a solid, solid two, three minutes, which now seems short, but at the time seemed like such a long amount of time. We hit a patch of trees right before the last gas station pre-fields, concealing the blimp from view for a moment.

And we got around them and looked back, and there wasn't a blimp. We were shocked. Mom pulled off into the gas station so that we could circle back around, but no matter what way we looked at it, however many double takes we did, there was no blimp. I must emphasize that driving past this patch of trees took

maybe five seconds max. I'm writing this like we were completely calm and collected, but no, we were literally shouting our disbelief at each other, each looking around frantically, but no matter where

we looked, no blimp. I remember my mom looking at me and saying, Where the hell did it go? Before realizing the swear, of course. I remember looking back at her, my little sci-fi mind already doing whirls and saying, I think there must be a secret base nearby. At the time, she had laughed, though a bit nervously,

saying that it probably landed in a field nearby. Neither of us having something that couldn't wait an hour to get done, we decided to go exploring, try to find out what happened to it. We pulled out of the gas station and onto the back roads trying to find where it landed. We drove for an hour, trying every zigzag pattern we could. We went deeper into the country than we usually would, through some farms and forests and all the way back to town in a massive loop. There was no blimp.

It had simply vanished. We went home, filled with something between excitement and horror, as we realized something actively weird and possibly supernatural had happened to us. We still didn't believe it, really. It had to have some explanation, right? We kept an eye on every news source that we could think of. My mom was always active in community groups on Facebook and the like, and we scanned there, but not a word was said about the blimp. We checked the website of the event park that we thought might be hosting it, but nothing was on their calendar.

Nothing was said on the local news, in the paper, nothing was said at school or work. For all practical purposes, it seemed like no one else had seen it. Even probably ten years later, my mom makes jokes about this, saying, that we're not crazy, they just want us to think that we are. We still have a half-joking hypothesis that there's some secret government base buried in the fields out back, or that maybe we were visited by little green men. It's the only supernatural event that my mom actually believes in,

well, excluding religion if you like to count that as supernatural. And it's because we saw it with our own eyes. But the thing is, ten years later, I've become much more interested in the supernatural. I've always been someone who, well, fundamentally and truly a skeptic, has had a weird connection with things that I really shouldn't. I had a degenerative bone disease as a child, and my parents have told me that, literally before I can remember,

I was describing to them a tourniquet being wrapped around my leg. Another time, I warned my mom to watch out for the angel when she went with my uncle for a motorcycle ride. And though that was a weird thing to say with like zero context, they were almost in an accident because, as they were driving, a garden statue of an angel fell off of a pickup truck. I literally can no longer count the number of times I've seen places in my dreams before I ever see them in real life.

But when I see them, they're identical down to the tiniest detail. My mom and I make a half-joke that her entire line is blessed with spiritual abilities in this way. My grandma and aunt always claimed that they saw spirits, which, to be honest, I always took with a grain of salt. And my mom has a very clear memory,

right before my grandpa died, of seeing him in due to me. duplicate, a spirit version of him hovering over his body, like an astral projection. I have a lot of weird events that have happened to us, I will admit. Even if I intrinsically think that a lot of things are really less scary and less supernatural than they appear to be. I only discovered your channel this last winter, Raven, but it's been a part in a long chain of weird and slightly scary channels that I follow now.

Like I said, I'm a skeptic. I look at things like this mostly for entertainment value, and I love the little adrenaline rush that these stories give me, but while I keep hearing your glitch in the Matrix stories, I'm starting to think that this may be what happened to us. For some reason, the Matrix glitched in a blimp asset that matched pace with our car. could only be seen by us, and then glitched it back out. Maybe the blimp clipped between realities for a minute, or out of time.

Maybe it slipped through a crack for just long enough for us to see it before returning to its rightful place. Or maybe our initial guess was right, and either the government's doing some stuff that we really shouldn't have poked our noses as far into as we did, in hindsight, Or it really was little green men paying us a visit in an oddly familiar craft. I don't know for sure. The only thing that I'm absolutely certain of is that, that day, ten years ago, we saw a blimp, that simply blinked out of existence in the time it took us to drive past some trees.

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the voice that we love that we love. Hi, Raven. A few months ago, I dropped a mucinex. anti-c congestion pill on the floor. I watched as it fell all the way to the ground, but lost sight of it as it landed. The pill, for those who aren't familiar, are fairly large and white in color, and, in theory,

should have been very easy to spot on the dark carpet. Still, I assumed that it just took an odd bounce and must be nearby, so I searched for it for about five minutes or so, before finally. giving up. As I was standing there thinking about where else it could have possibly bounced to, I put my hands in my pull-over sweater pocket

and felt the unmistakable shape of the aforementioned pill in my right pocket. This is where things get weird. I could feel the pill, but I couldn't remove it because it wasn't inside my pocket, but rather

inside of the cloth that makes up the pocket. I flipped the pocket inside out and could still feel the pill, but was unable to dislodge it, as it was quite literally on the inside of the material that makes up the pocket lining. At this point, I assumed that there must be a small hole inside my pocket, so I removed my sweater and spread it out flat on the floor. I put my hands on both the inside and outside of the pocket and tried to find a hole, but to no avail. There was no hole, and I had no way to explain how this pill was seemingly now sewn into my pullover.

While I had no idea what the hell was going on, I knew that I should document the event, so I turned around and grabbed my cell phone off my desk. While I was trying to open up the camera app, admittedly I was a bit shaken at this point, in the corner of my eye I noticed the large white pill sitting in the exact same. spot it had dropped originally, about six feet or two meters, away from where it was before I turned around to grab my phone. I rechecked my sweater, which hadn't moved an inch, and it no longer contained a pill. To this day, it still doesn't have any sort of hole for a pill to fall into. After countless hours of thinking it through, I'm no closer to a logical explanation. I've had many glitches in the Matrix, but my latest one happened just these past few

weeks. For context, I have a shop within my hotel based in Skagnos, UK. Around two weeks before Christmas, I got a package that I ordered, which was three sheets of snowflake vinyl stickers for windows. I was glad they had come, because I wanted to make the front of my shop window Christmasy. I wasted no time. I wasted no time in getting to it. At a guess, there was around 60 vinyl snowflake stickers, and I enjoyed applying them all to all three of my shopfront windows. I had to stand along the window sill to do this, so it was a bit tricky. However, once done, I stood back and was happy with the end results.

Fast forward to about a week after Christmas, I knew it was definitely time to take them down, and I was slightly disappointed because I loved how good they looked. However, after all, it was no longer Christmas, so I got to it, and once again standing along the window sill to remove them. At one point, my foot nearly slipped off the windowsill, and I was getting annoyed at how I really had to dig my nail in to get some of them off. May I add, I was completely alone whilst doing this, just like I was before.

Anyway, once they were all down, I got some window cleaner spray and a rag and gave my windows once over to wipe down as you could see a slight outline where some of the stickers had been. I then specifically remember picking up the bunch of stickers that I had stacked on top of each other whilst peeling them away.

And I knew there was no point saving them as one I hate clutter of random things not being used and they wouldn't be used for another year if I was to salvage them. Two, they were very cheap, like literally one pound or less. And three, I was taking a rubbish bin out to my commercial hotel bins anyway, so I shoved them in a tiny opening at the top, where you tie the black bag up, and off I went to the commercial bins and tossed the bag inside.

Fast forward to the other day, around a month, after I removed these stickers. I'm walking from my car after going to the shops, and out of the side of my eye, whilst walking past my shop front, I thought I saw my windows covered in those said

snowflake vinyl stickers, from the inside, just like before. I stop in my tracks and pause a second before turning to my right to look at my shop front. What I saw left me dumbfounded to the core. The exact exact same thing,

same snowflakes were once again, all back on my windows, in the exact same way I had originally applied them. I just stood there frozen trying to work out what the hell was going on. I went inside and unlocked the door to my shop, which, by the way, only I have the code for it to get in, and I inspected the windows, and sure enough, they were all still there untouched. I have gone over this over and over in my head, and I even went to our handyman who worked at the hotel daily, as I remember giving him a wave from the inside of my shop when I was stood on the windowsills removing the snowflakes,

and he gave a little giggle at the time, probably because I looked a sight trying to balance on the windowsills. I asked him if he remembered seeing me remove those snowflakes, and he said yes without his own. When I led him to my shop front and showed them that they were all still there, he simply asked why I had put them back. To which I obviously went on to tell him that it wasn't me, and the whole story I've just told you guys. He didn't seem amused. It was as if he thought I was trying to play a trick on him, or he thought I was just crazy.

Even though he fully remembers himself, me taking them down. I've tried to find the logic, but there is none. Nobody has access to my shop but me. Nobody knows that I threw them away, or even where. Nobody would attempt to go into our big, smelly, dirty commercial bins to dig these out for what? A crazy joke like this that would take a lot of time? And they also had no access to my shop to do this. I'm baffled.

Just as I am with the... many other glitches in my life. I've been watching your channel for a while now, and I finally decided to submit my experiences with glitches in the Matrix. Before we begin, I'm overall a very down-to-earth person, and I always try to understand the unexplainable. While most of the time, I find ways to rationalize strange events, I have two stories,

both of which I'm not able to rationalize, no matter how hard I try. Here they are. Event 1 This first event happened a few months ago, back in February of 2022. It was a day like any other for me. I woke up, showered, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went on with my day. That night, I remember preparing for bed and putting my socks that I wore that day in the bin with all my other messy laundry that I had to get done, eventually.

I soon slipped into bed and dozed off ready for the next day. When I woke up, I repeat the same routine. I get out of bed, showered, got dressed, except for one thing. In my sock drawer were the exact same pair of socks that I wore the day before. How could this have happened? I rushed to check the dirty laundry bin, and sure enough, the socks were not there. Confused, I put the socks back into the drawer thinking, Wow, I must have been more tired than I thought if I really put these socks back in the drawer.

I continue on with my day and the strange experience of the morning soon leaves my mind as time goes on. That night, before bed, I do the same thing. I put the socks that I used that day into the dirty laundry bin, and I head to bed. I wake up the next morning, but when I get dressed, again, I realized that the pair of socks I wore the day before were back in the drawer. Now, I was extremely confused because I know that I put those socks into the laundry bin. At this point, I was really beginning to question my sanity. I remember putting the socks in the bin, but here they were, in the drawer, as if they had never even been touched. I continued on with my day, trying to push the experience out of my mind, but unlike the day before, it wouldn't leave so easily.

That night, I make sure that my socks were in the bin. I remembered looking at the bin and thinking to myself, okay, the socks are in the laundry bin, If I wake up tomorrow and the socks are gone, there's a problem. After that, mildly stressed and anxious for the following morning, I head off to sleep. Upon waking up the following morning, I check my sock bin. This time, the socks are right where I left them, in the bin, ready to be washed. I'm dumbfounded at this point. I was fully expecting the socks to be back in my drawer.

as they had been for the last two days. I wondered if I truly was going insane, and I was putting my socks back into the drawer those days. The thing is, I remember the socks being in the bin when I went to bed. To this day, I have zero explanation as to what happened with those socks. Was it just a really faulty memory, or was the Matrix trying to tell me to do my laundry? Event two. This event happened back in April of this year.

Now, back in 2021, my aunt was diagnosed with cancer. And sadly, after a long battle, she lost the fight. She passed away back in January of this year, and it was a tough time for everyone. Now, let's fast forward a few months into April. I'm just on my phone, scrolling Reddit, when I'm just on my phone, scrolling Reddit, when I suddenly get a message from Snapchat. Now, I never use Snapchat. The only reason I have it is because sometimes my friends will send me photos,

but I rarely use the app myself. So, you can imagine my surprise when my aunt's account added me on Snapchat. I originally was surprised and then mildly terrified. I knew it was my aunt's account because the account was connected to my aunt's number that was in my phone. Now I know that my aunt's phone was given to my cousin, so I thought that my cousin added me via my aunt's phone. But my cousin deleted Snapchat off of that phone, because they didn't have a need for it. And that raises the question.

Who added me on Snapchat then? I like to think that it was my aunt's looking down on me and just checking in, but who knows? Maybe the Matrix forgot that she was dead. Well, that's the end of my stories, and I hope you enjoyed. Sorry if it was rambly or long. I wrote this at midnight. But thanks for reading, and have a good day. This glitch happened to me several years ago, when I was 15 years old.

I've often wondered if other people had similar experiences, and then, since listening to Raven's channel, I'm relieved to know that I am not the only one who has experienced something, very unusual. I was spending time at my grandparents' house, which consisted of six lightly wooded acres in the country. They had a nice barn and several other outbuildings, a small peach orchard, and they owned several horses and a couple of dogs. This was not an isolated area. The neighbor's house, outbuildings, chickens, and pet alpacas were clearly visible for my grandparent's property. After being out near the barn playing with the dogs one morning, I began to walk up the back steps to the house.

For no particular reason, I glanced toward the neighbor's house next door. To my astonishment, there was no house. No outbuildings, no chickens, no alpacas, no trees. Just long prairie grass rippling in the wind. Confused, I looked towards my grandparents' barn. There was no barn. No dogs, no horses, no trees, just long, lush grass. I was no longer standing on the back steps, but on a flat prairie.

The grass came up past my shoes, about halfway to my knees. I tried to comprehend what was happening, but I could no longer hear the familiar country sounds. I heard nothing but the wind passing through the seemingly endless prairie. It literally seemed to go on as far as I could see. I turned to look in the other direction, and suddenly everything snapped back into my regular reality. I was once again on the back steps. The dogs and horses were in the view. The neighbor's house was back in view, and their chickens and alpacas were going about their business, as if nothing unusual had occurred.

I was astounded. I stood there for a few. seconds, and then rushed into the back door. To my relief, everything was normal there in the house. My grandparents were getting ready for their day, preparing for breakfast, etc. This glitch, or whatever it was, has never happened again. As anyone else had an experience like mine, I had just left the pool hall in southern Missouri, about 80 miles south of my home, also in Missouri. where I've lived the bulk of my life, and where I've played in pool tournaments too many times to count, over the past 30 years of playing and gambling on various different types of pool,

meaning 8, 9, and 10 ball, and sometimes banks, and 14-1. I also travel around the U.S. going to tournaments, and drive sometimes 3,500 miles a week in my job. So, needless to say, I knew my way. home. On top of that, my GPS comes on when I start the van, and just out of habits, I hit home on it. About five minutes into my drive, my daughter called to ask how I had done in the tournament. We talked for about 25 minutes, when I look up and see a sign that reads Neelyville 24 miles. I started laughing and told her I'm going the wrong way on Highway 67. Mind you, there's only north and south.

So she's laughing at me, making jokes about getting me a nursing home and basically just giving me crap. Because that's what our family does. There's very seldom a punch pulled when there's a laugh to be had. You just have to hope you're the puncher and not the punch line. So by this time I've already turned around and had went roughly 15 miles, what would be north, when I come up on a sign that makes me immediately stop. and pull over to the shoulder of Highway 67, because the sign reads, Neelyville, 10 miles.

I told my daughter that I think I'm either having a stroke, or at home sleeping, or this is a freaking glitch in the Matrix. I then took a picture of the sign and sent it to my daughter three times. It would not go through. She saw where I tried, but it said message failed. So, slightly weirded out, I turn around and started heading back the other way,

where I don't see any more signs stating miles until I get to a town, within two to three miles tops. The next one says Neelyville, Population, 319. WTF, please return all trays and headrests to the full and upright position. I drove straight through town, not looking left or right, and then put my cruise control on 75, and had no more glitches all the way home. It's been three months, and it still messes with me a lot, because even though I had my cruise on 75 miles per hour,

it took me roughly 41 minutes, including both turnaround and the extra miles. It took 41 minutes to make a two-hour and 15-minute drive. Sorry about the lengths, Raven. I'm a huge fan. Love your voice. I love all you guys, and please be kind to each other, as you never know what someone is going through in their path. And what you say or do could make or break them.

Truth, my friend. Much love and thank you. I have a really strange, but fairly boring or mundane glitch. But I think it's worth telling because of how weird it was, honestly. I'm 17 and still live with my parents, but I have a part-time job in my own bank account. I also have an Amazon account, and I spend way too much of my money on random things that I need or want from Amazon.

I oftentimes get packages delivered to the front door. It's relevance to what happened, trust me. On the day in question, I was expecting a package from Amazon with a new wireless charger for my phone because I had accidentally broken the plug in my old one. It was a weekday in March because I was still in school, and my parents were at work until around 5.30. I also had the night off from work, so it was going to be a good night.

When I got home from school, I saw a box on the front porch, and I knew it was going to be my charger. I grabbed the box, dropped it on the counter, and I used one of the kitchen knives to cut the tape along the top to open it up. I cut the tape that had sealed the box, tossed the knife on the counter, and I opened the box. I grabbed my new charger from it, and then I broke the box down and placed it by the front door so I could toss it into the recycling.

I then placed the charger on the counter, and I planned on grabbing it and taking it upstairs, but I had forgotten it on the counter for, whatever reason and went upstairs to my bedroom. I sat at my desk and started doing some stuff on my computer until I started feeling a bit tired, and I leaned back in my desk chair, and I guess I dozed off, because the next thing I knew, I woke up to the front door of my house opening and then closing. I shook myself awake and headed downstairs to greet my mom. I said, hey, she said hi,

and then she told me that I had gotten a package and just asked me if I hadn't heard the delivery driver. I mentioned that I brought the package in and that it was my charger, and she handed me the Amazon box. I grabbed it, but then looked over at the counter where the charger should have been. It wasn't there. I then looked over to the front door where I put the box for the recycling, and it was also gone.

I was incredibly confused, as I knew that I had already opened the box and gotten my charger out when I got home. But yet I was holding a sealed box that I assumed contained the charger. I grabbed a knife and cut it open, and sure enough, it was my charger. Now, I know this isn't too creepy, but it was really weird to me, honestly. I've thought about some of the possibilities, but none of them really really. make sense. One thought is that my mom could have gotten some new Amazon packing tape to retape the box shut just to mess with me, but she couldn't have gotten the tape.

And also, why would she do that? I also checked my Amazon app because it says the time when packages are delivered, and the time it says it was delivered was 4.43 p.m., which was about 45 minutes after I got home. So there's no way that I could have brought it in when I had gotten home. So that's my glitch. I somehow managed to bring in a charger that hadn't been delivered, and I even opened it, but I left it on the counter when I went upstairs. It was then delivered a second time, about 45 minutes later, and my mom brought the box in, still sealed. It was crazy to me, honestly, but I don't think that I'm going to ever have any explanation for it.

Other than it was just a weird, glitchy occurrence. This happened to me the day after Christmas. No drugs, no alcohol, no hangover, nothing. We have two pet rabbits, munch, brown, and fin light gray, who up until recently shared a cage. Around the beginning of December, they started to start. to getting grumpy and territorial, so we now have them in separate cages. One is smaller than the other, but not too small, I promise.

You can't even imagine how loved and spoiled these rabbits are. So, every night after they come out for playtime, they switch cages. This is part of our nightly routine, and we always make sure that they get switched, even if we aren't able to let them out for a long playtime. In the night of Christmas, we let them out to play and put Munch in the larger cage and Finn in the smaller one. I remember thinking that I was glad that Munch got the bigger one because he refuses to use the litter pan in the smaller one, but Finn does. So I wouldn't have to deal with changing out a bunch of bedding in the morning. I got up and checked on them and topped off their water.

I opened up both their cages to give them their morning nose rub, and they were exactly where they should be. Finn had used his litter pan, like he always does, in the smaller cage. I then closed their cage doors and went to the kitchen to grab them apple slices, and they were in the opposite cages. Munch was now in the smaller one, and Finn was in the big one. Their cages are kept across the room from each other. Both of the doors were closed after they got their nose rubs,

and there is no way they could have been. have opened their doors, switched cages, and reclosed their doors in the one minute it took me to grab apple slices from the fridge. Additionally, once they come out, they never go back in until they get all their zoomies out. There is no way that even if I hadn't closed the door, that they would have just simply gone to the other cage and hopped right in. Still, super weirds me out, and I have no explanation at all. all. No one else was home. I told my fiance when he got home, and while he doesn't flat out

disbelieve me, he thinks maybe I just forgot who was in what cage. I know that I didn't. Sorry this got so long, but I just had to get it out there. Hi, Raven. Love the channel. Keep up the great work. Have you ever wondered how many glitches go by unnoticed? Ever wondered how the matrix resolves these glitches, glitches without revealing too much of itself. That's something that I've thought about quite often. Let me explain. Back in 2019, my partner and I were living in a two-bedroom apartment with our dog, Lily. Lily was a border collie and required a lot of exercise, so we would make sure to take her for walks whenever possible. One morning I woke up after sleeping in a little and realized that my partner

had gone out. She must have gone to the shop, I thought. I walked out into the lounge room and noticed that Lily's leash was still hanging on the hook. I called out to Lily, and she soon appeared behind the couch, and came running to me. Oh, why didn't Mom take you with her? I asked. I played with Lily for a while, and then went to the office, and logged on to my computer. Then, about a minute later, I heard the front door open. "'Babe, is that you? Where have you been?'

"'I went to the shop,' she replied. "'Well, why didn't you take Lily?' I asked. "'I did.' "'I froze.' "'What?' "'That isn't possible. "'I was just playing with Lily not more than a minute ago, "'and a walk to the shop would take at least ten minutes.

"'Besides, wasn't Lily's leash hanging on the hook just now?' "'Utterly confused. I stood up and walked into the hallway, and sure enough, there was Lily, standing in the open doorway, still wearing her leash that my partner was just then in the process of removing. My eyes must have almost popped out of my head. Slowly, I turned around and walked back to the office

trying to figure out what I had just seen. I had heard of glitches in the Matrix before. In fact, my workmate had mentioned the phenomenon just a few days prior. I was open to the idea, so I just put it down to that. But it got me thinking, what happened to my copy of Lily? Was she simply removed from the simulation? Did she cross over to another reality? One in which my partner never did take her to the shop? Who knows? What I do know is that whatever the Matrix did to resolve the glitch, it did so while my back was turned, while my attention was on my computer.

I often wonder what would have happened if I had, for example, just sat there on the couch with my copy of Lily until my partner had come home with her copy. Then there would have been two lilies in the same location. Surely the Matrix could not afford to reveal itself in such an obvious way, and would attempt to prevent such a situation from occurring, setting off the smoke alarm, causing something. something to randomly crash from the office cupboard, anything to divert my attention, so that my copy of Lily could be safely despond without me seeing it happen.

As much as our simulated reality seems broken and buggy, it almost always seems to find an out, a way to resolve these glitches without revealing too much of itself. So, props to you, Matrix. Hello to all who are listening. This account of mine is 100% true, and I felt the need to share, well, because while these events are freaky, they're also kind of cool, give or take.

Lately, some very strange things have been happening to me, but the thing is that I think it's because of something I did. I've always been a believer, in manifestation and changing your timeline. If you haven't heard of the two-cup method, it's a method where you fill two cups with water and write down everything about your current reality on the first glass. Example, current job, relationship, feelings about your current situation, etc. And then on the second glass you write down the desired reality that you want.

example, I want to get paid more, be more successful, have a better love life, achieve this and that, and so on. Then, you meditate for a minute and pour the water from your current reality glass into your desired reality glass, and drink the entire thing. It doesn't need to be a huge cup, like it's a forced drinking situation, but just a normal sized glass. Water is known to be a great conduit for energy, and when you meditate your intentions into the glass and drink it, your energy aligns with those desires. This might not be something that some believe in, but, for my own experience, it's real.

Well, I did just that, twice, both within the same week, as I had forgotten to add some stuff the first time. I only did this a few months ago, and in the span of three short months it all happened. Again, I only did this cup method twice just days apart within the same week. I wrote on my desired reality cup, my relationship further blossoms. It happened. My boyfriend and I are closer by leagues. I'm more successful in my profession. It happened. I've improved a ton on my work.

I'm motivated. which happened. My lifetime idol in my profession messaged me admiring my work and followed me, which made me not only cry for about three hours, but it motivated me permanently. I have a best friend.

It happened. Yes, a simple friend of mine, and I grew to become each other's very best friends. We even used to butt heads and honestly not even like each other that much. but we grew to become like sisters, and we trust each other with our lives. We even safely know each other's deepest secrets and feelings.

I'm healthier, which happened. I went to a doctor's appointment, convinced several things were wrong, and I've been completely healthy. I also have been craving healthier foods. I've been taking more walks, and have oddly been way more hungry and have eaten so much food without gaining a pound. like my metabolism sped up. So there's the proof of that.

But these haven't been the only things that have happened. I've started to experience really obvious and unexplainable glitches. These have been occurring randomly and don't even pertain to what I listed on my cup. Not manifestation stuff, but very real glitches. Incident 1. The first incident happened. I believe, one to two days after I did the method. The second time I did it, not the first.

I live on the fourth and top story of my apartment building, and I have a balcony. My view is that of the parking lot, and a bunch of houses on the streets, so I'm always either people watching, seeing what other people are up to, I promise not in a creepy way, or just looking outside. There's this one house in particular that this older man lives in in its closest to my building. I was out on my balcony enjoying the evening when I see him pull up in his red car. I've lived here for over three years now, and it has always been red with a specific sticker on his front bumper. I looked away for not even ten seconds, and when I looked back, his car was gray. I froze and just said out loud to myself. Hey, oh, what the frick?

I started thinking, oh well, maybe he just pulled out and someone else came home. And then I remembered that he lives alone, and that the now gray car has the same bumper sticker on it, the one that's always been there. So it was the same car. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. It was also parked in the same spot, so it's not possible. possible for him to have walked out, as he walks fairly slow anyways, so definitely not,

and then gotten in his car and pulled away in under 10 seconds in order for a different car to pull into that spot. It's just not possible. After looking at the car with one eyebrow raced for what was probably three minutes straight, I realized I had to use the restroom. So I headed inside for a few minutes. As I made my way back to my balcony chair, I looked back at the car, and it was red again. My eyes widened and I said, okay, no, what the actual hell? Again, but even louder. A neighbor even looked up at me confused, and her facial expression was like,

what? I'm pretty sure that my eye even started twitching for a minute because my brain, felt like it was being deceived. Up to this day, I still have never been able to explain it, nor have I told anyone else other than my best friend and my boyfriend, out of fear that people might think I'm crazy, even though I know what I saw. Incident too.

Oddly, this incident regards the same house and has to do with cars again. One night, maybe a few weeks later, I was out of my balcony again, as per usual, enjoying the nice evening and pretty sky. Again, I see the same neighbor as the incident before pull up into his driveway, except this time a black car with a woman inside pulled in behind him. He parked in his usual spot, and she parked on the side of his house, as the driveway spans there. I saw them both get out of their cars and walk inside. together. I got a notification on my phone and looked away, about 15 seconds later, and her car was gone,

and his car was in the spot that she had just parked in. How the heck is this possible? And what the heck is going on with this house? There's no way that in only 15 seconds the second incident could have happened. Incident three. I have three tattoos. One on my left, ribcage, one on my right ribcage, and a newer one on my right arm. This incident just recently happens, so every detail from this occurrence is still pretty vivid. I'm 28, and obviously my long-term partner is going to see my ribcage area. You surely get what I mean. Well, one evening about two weeks ago, as I was changing, my boyfriend, let's call him W, took notice of the tattoo on my level.

rib cage and raised his eyebrow confused. I looked at him and said, What's wrong? He put his book down. When did you get that tattoo? I was taken aback. W, I've had this tattoo since two years before we even met. He looked really surprised.

What? I've never seen it or noticed it before. I finished putting on my shirt and got into the bed. I looked him straight in the eyes and said, We've been together for four years now. That's a long time. And you've seen that area essentially the entire time we've been dating. I know that you've seen it.

His eyes widened with confusion. Dana, I swear I've never seen that before. I know you got your arm tattoo recently, and I genuinely thought this one was just another tattoo that you caught. Don't get me wrong, I like it, and I don't mind all your tattoos, but I've just never seen that one. I put my hand on his shoulder and cozied up to him and asked, W, are you sure you're okay?

He put his hand on my lap and looked me deep in my eyes in complete seriousness and said, I promise, I'm perfectly okay. So I continued. I don't get it, though. You've literally seen me without my shirt on almost every day for four years straight. You've seen me in many bathing suits, too. He shrugged. I know, but I have no idea.

I know I would have 1,000% noticed that by now. That's why I'm so taken aback. It was a bit much for me, actually, probably for the both of us. And at that point, I realized that we were likely not going to find an explanation. At least not right then. Even if we talked for hours about it, so I just calmly said, okay, and let it go. And then we watched a show that I liked on TV to forget about what had just happened.

We continued to watch the show until we both fell asleep. We both brushed it off and haven't spoken about it again since. I think I accidentally shifted to a reality where I'm with a different W. Or perhaps in this new reality, the other me that was here shifted somewhere else and now I'm here. Either he shifted or I did. Either way, if we're coming to realistic terms, there's really no plausible or logical explanation for this, considering he is also insanely observant of everything in general, too.

I've had this specific tattoo for six and a half years now, and I've been in this relationship with W for four. So, yeah. When I shifted, maybe the universe brought a new W to mind too, and we met halfway? I think I possibly shifted to a new one, and his consciousness unknowingly shifted into the same one that I did. I mean, things have also been so much better these last few months than ever before.

We had a great relationship already, but something changed. Something has shifted so positively between us, to the point where an engagement is now soon in the cards. I'm not sure what's happening with it. I don't mind it, but this incident kind of freaked me out. If any of you have any other theories, please, I would love to know, and I'll read the comments if this ends up getting posted. Then, incident four.

My bedroom air vent is now a foot further towards the door, and I've noticed other small changes, such as my smoke detector moving a few feet to a different spot on the ceiling, and a new one in the hallway right outside of the guest bathroom, and maintenance would have notified me via email and a written letter, but they didn't. I have many more incidents, but these are a few that really stand out. Again, these things have been super cool because the shifting is working out every day, but it's also freaky because of these external glitches that continue to occur,

and will likely continue to occur. Yesterday I was driving to meet my sister. I was not tired, sick drinking, doing drugs, or distracted in any way. In fact, my memory leading up to it was very acute. I was following a brown truck and passed them. We came to an intersection where I needed to make a left turn, and shortly after would be making a left onto the highway.

The left turnlight was right. red, and I stopped. The brown truck went straight, and had a green light, so they passed me. My light turned to a flashing yellow arrow, so I waited for six to seven cars to move through the intersection, so that I could make the left. I looked into the rear-view mirror, worried the driver behind me might be frustrated with waiting, and saw it was a purplish SUV. I was finally able to make the turn, and saw that.

the SUV follow. But as soon as I finished the turn and looked back forward, my navigation was showing that I needed to turn around. Like, I was going the wrong way. I was really confused, as I knew that I had been going the right way. I really didn't know where I was, because the area looked totally different. Like, there was no highway overpass ahead. I followed the navigation directions.

and ended up at the same light making the same left turn again. At first, I thought maybe I had turned left onto some side street before the highway entrance. But here's the thing. There was no place to turn, because the intersection is right next to the highway. There is no possible way I could have ended up going back onto that road, and in that direction without driving at least a quarter of a mile, including passing under the highway overpass, going through two lights,

making a U-turn and then going back through all of that, before making a right turn to get back on to the original street. Also, it was instantaneous. I did not lose any time. I've had strange experiences before, but nothing like this, and I don't know what to make of it. Someone suggested I had a map showing, what happened. There's a link to the map below, on screen during the story. On the map,

the solid green line shows the route that I was on up to making the turn. The green dot represents where I should have continued on my path. Red line shows where I ended up as soon as I made the left turn at the light. Red dots show what the navigation was telling me to do when I realized I was no longer on the road headed to the highway. Yellow line shows the jump from where I was, to where I ended up. I hope this helps. Also, I know that I was at the same light again, because there are apartments under construction

indicated by a blue dot on the map. So, there is no mistaking which light I was at. Hi, Raven. As I was listening to one of your glitch in the Matrix videos, I remembered one of my own glitches that I had back when I was a teenager. I was 17, at home alone one weekend, and I wanted a treat. I found a box of cupcake mix, and I decided to make them.

My kitchen is average-sized. There's an island that sticks out to the left, and the rest of the cabinets in sync are across the room to the right. I set the box of cupcake mix on the island to the left, and crossed the kitchen to grab a mixing bowl. When I turned around to set the mixing bowl down on the island, Island, the cupcake mix was gone. I didn't hear anything fall, but still my first thought was that it must have fallen on the ground.

I looked, and it wasn't on the ground. I'm immediately confused and my heart is starting to race. I felt very unnerved and stood there looking around the kitchen for a moment. I remember saying out loud, what the hell? My second thought was, did I just lose time and have some sort of mental episode? To be clear, I have no mental illness and never had anything like this happen again. I wasn't sleep deprived. I wasn't on any mind-altering substances.

No one was home, so there's no way that someone moved it. If they had moved it, I would have been very obvious. I would have heard and seen someone in the kitchen with me. So I snap out of freeze mode and I immediately start tearing through every cabinet and drawer. Right as I'm about to give up, I open the cutlery drawer, and there it is, the flipping box of cupcake mix. Laid flat, face up on top of my forks and spoons and knives. I literally set that box down on the kitchen island, turned around for less than 15 seconds to grab a bowl, and somehow that cupcake mix poofed into a closed cutlery drawer across the room

that hadn't been opened the entire time this event took place. Why? How? What exactly was that? I'm open to any suggestions. And to Raven, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the wonderful stories you share and the calming delivery of these stories. I discovered your page when I was going to be.

Going through a hard time and listening to you read, transported my mind. And it soothed my soul. Forever grateful and always looking forward to your next video, signed, Renee. Well, Renee, thank you very much for those kind words, and I'm very happy to have helped. And also, I hope that cupcakes were good.

Hey, Raven. I found your channel today while searching for information on Mandela effects and glitches in the Matrix. So I was recently on my phone. I noticed that the little weather bar said Sudbury, Massachusetts, 44 degrees. I thought that was weird because I didn't live in Sudbury. I never heard of it, actually. I live in Western Massachusetts, about 15 minutes from the Vermont border.

I searched Sudbury and Google Maps, and Google said that it was about two hours from me. However, when I looked at the map, I noticed Sudbury was right outside of Boston, which struck me as odd, because as long as I've been alive, 30 years, Boston has always been a four-plus hour drive from where I live, on the opposite end of Massachusetts. Next, I typed in Boston, and Google still said that it was a little over two hours from me. I've driven from where I live to Boston many times, over the years.

I remember looking at directions on MapQuest that said it was over four hours away. Years later, when we used our phones, I still remember Google Maps saying Boston was over four hours away from us. I'm pretty freaked out to say the least. I asked my mother, unprompted, how far of a drive is Boston from us? She said, a little over four hours. Why? I explained why, and she was equally as freaked out.

We thought there may be something wrong with my phone. So she opened Google Maps on her phone, but it yielded the same results when she searched for Boston. So, apparently, Boston is magically two hours closer to where we live than when I last checked. Is there anyone from Massachusetts that's experienced the same thing recently? Did my mother and I somehow glitch into an alternate universe? I'm at a loss for words. I tried to explain it away by counting the time for bathroom breaks along the way, wondering if maybe that's why it took us extra time to get there all these years.

But we typically stop once along the way when we make the trip, and it's always at the same spot. We grab coffee, use the restroom, and leave in less than ten minutes. If it was a two-hour trip all along, then somehow we spent two hours getting coffee and using the restroom, and didn't make it to Boston for four hours. Also, we both have the same shared memory of MapQuest and Google Maps, saying it was over four hours every time. Is the rest stop in some weird time portal?

Or am I living in a new reality where Boston is no longer four hours from me? I'm sorry if this is repetitive, but thank you for your time, Raven. Love your channel. Thank you. I'm actually not sure where to put this story, but since I have heard and read similar stories of this nature in the glitch section, I decided to take my chances and see if you would be interested in featuring my experience in your glitch series. So here it is.

In early October of 2003, one of my older brothers, sadly passed away due to a drug overdose at 40 years old. I was 23 at the time. The reason I'm sharing how old I was is to show that I wasn't a kid misremembering something because of a traumatic experience. Also, my older sister experienced this with me firsthand, so it wasn't just me.

The part of the U.S. that we were in at the time, it was already starting to get pretty chilly, even though it was only early October. This is relevant, I promise. Anyway, my whole family was gathered for the viewing just before the service, and my sister and I decided to go up to the casket together to pay our respects and such. We were silently standing side by side next to the casket, and I thought, I hope he doesn't get cold.

I thought it. I did not say it out loud. mainly because I immediately knew how silly it was to even think it. Not missing a beat. My sister reached over and patted my hand and said, Oh, honey, don't worry, he won't get cold. I promise. I looked up at her, obviously startled and asked,

How did you know that's what I was thinking? Looking a little confused, she replied. I heard you say it. I then explained that I had to say it. not actually said it. Now, what happened immediately after that is a blank to me, and I assume we just sort of dropped it because it was a very tragic time for our family. And we had a responsibility to receive visitors as they started coming in.

But I can say that I brought it up to her during a phone conversation last summer, 2023, and she does remember it as well. She calls it an act of God. I don't know what to call it. I just thought it was a cool experience despite the circumstances. And thank you for reading. Of course, and thank you. And, of course, my condolences.

Several years ago, I worked with a young lady who shared an apartment with her identical twin sister. We worked 3 p.m. to 11 p.m. And lunch was whenever we could squeeze in a bite of food between clients. My co-worker and I decided to order a pizza for lunch and split it. We agreed on a large pepperoni with extra pepperoni, and I also wanted an order of breadsticks. We placed the order at the nearest pizza place and continued working. An hour later, our pizza still hadn't arrived. I called to find out what was taking so long, and the restaurant employees said,

Oh, we received two identical orders a few minutes apart. The orders had the same last names, too, so we assumed that one of them was a mistake. We canceled one of the orders. I asked them to look at the first name on the orders. They told me my co-worker's name and her twin's name. My co-worker called her sister, and yes, her twin had placed an identical order to ours at the same time to the same story. Being twins, they had similar-sounding first names, as well as the same last names, so this thoroughly confused the restaurant employees. We don't live in a large city, but we are in a college town with the population of about 75,000.

Pizza restaurants are plentiful, and this was not at a time that would be considered traditional dinner time. I told my co-worker that, in the future, all delivery orders would be going under my name, so that their twin bond would not affect my lunch. I'll... I'll start by saying that I'm the biggest skeptic that I know, but the following story is 100% true, and I have no idea how to explain it. So, my wife and I live in Liverpool, England, and have friends in Newcastle. which we visit about three times a year.

We always take the same route, which is straight up the country on a motorway, then straight across the country on an A road, kind of like a right angle. We take the same route every time we go, and I know it like the back of our hand. So much so that we always have a pub lunch at the same place on the A road on our way to see our friends.

On the day in question, everything was fine on the motorway, and my wife rang the pub to book our table for our lunch. A lady answered and booked us in. Now, this is where it gets strange. We exited the motorway and pulled on to the A-road. Normally, when we start to drive down this A-road, we drive through a village with picturesque cottages and guest houses,

but the road was deserted. Also, there were no cars but ours on this road. We started to get concerned and pulled over. I got out of the car and walked around where the town should have been. It was eerily quiet, and there wasn't a house, cottage, or anything else in sight. My wife said, let's just carry on to the pub and get some lunch. So we carried on, and where the pub should have been. It was just wasteland.

Not even a hint that the pub was there. Now, absolutely panicking, we drove as quickly as we could to our friend's house, which was still an hour away. But after about 20 minutes, we started to notice cars again on the road. And we got to our friends and told them about the incident. They said that we probably just turned off at the wrong exit

and laughed it off. We had a good week at. and on our way home, I told my wife to ring the pub and we'll just have our lunch on the way home instead. So, she rang the pub and booked us in. This is the thing that has haunted me since it happened. When we got there,

we were greeted by a young waitress who said it was lovely to see us again. I said, I don't think we've met, have we? And she said that we were in on Saturday for lunch. We made our excuses, and we left straight away. We still don't talk about it. Hey, Raven. I'm a very new listener of the channel, and this is my very first story.

This might not be particularly scary or interesting, and it might not even be a glitch, per se, but, in my honest opinion, I believe it was. A teeny bit of context first. My parents' relationship is really rocky, and they fight a lot over stupid, petty reasons. But there are times when they tolerate each other. However, this recent fight, or rather tantrum, as you'll soon find out, was started over literally nothing. The day before yesterday, and for a pretty good while before then, my parents were getting along completely fine.

That particular day, they were chatting and having normal conversations about summer plans before Dad left for work. Mom and my sibling and I had a normal rest of the night. We went to bed at our usual time, and then Dad came home at around midnight. I was in bed at this time, searching for ASMR videos to fall asleep to, and I heard Dad shuffle around downstairs before heading upstairs, walking past my room and into their bedroom where mom was already in bed. Minutes later, though, I heard their door open and mom's footsteps descending down the stairs.

She went into the kitchen and stopped. I didn't hear anything else after that. Then Dad's footsteps came from the room and descended down the stairs and into the kitchen, and he stopped there too. I still didn't hear anything. It was completely safe. silent. No talking, no shuffling, no noises whatsoever. Our house is pretty small, and when my parents speak, they never talk at an acceptable volume. They shout. No matter what. It could be

a quiet place, and they would still be shouting at each other. I immediately thought, what the hell are they doing? Not even a minute went by, and Mom just as silently walked back upstairs and went back into their bedroom. Dad followed a little while after, also completely silent. The next day, Mom and Dad were not talking to each other at all. I've experienced the silent treatment before, but I remember what happened the previous night, so I was even more confused this time around. Mom didn't even eat lunch with Dad, something she always did despite their other fights. Then, today, in the morning,

Dad left early for work, and Mom broke down and cried and threw a huge tantrum, thinking that my sibling and I couldn't hear her. She kept sobbing loudly about how Dad was so mean, how he was a bad person. I've gotten this treatment from her plenty of times, the last time being over my personal choice to buy and use makeup, so I mainly just got really a nice.

But at the same time, I was even more confused. Nothing happened. There was no argument or fight that night. I quite literally heard nothing. When Dad got home, they still refused to talk to each other until Mom finally decided to break the ice, and then they actually started a huge shouting match tantrum, in the open garage in front of all the neighbors, no less. They didn't get involved in the end. Mom was yelling that Dad thinks he can do what he wants, and Dad was yelling that Mom needs to get off his back. It was really nonsensical babble that had nothing to do with anything. They screamed to the point where I was fully expecting Dad to just pick up a tool and smack Mom with it. Eventually, they both calmed down after almost screaming their lungs out,

and ended a full 180. They suddenly started talking normally. Like I said, they were always shouting, but this was the normal shouting that I mentioned earlier. And they were getting along. They started talking about summer plans again, and then about the dessert they were going to have at that moment. I'm still so confused as to what exactly happened, and honestly I'm a little scared. I feel like either this was a glitch, or both of the same. of my parents went insane and got possessed for a bit. I have two weird glitch occurrences

that happened on the same road, and they happened a couple of months apart from each other. This road is one that I take to get to my sister's house, and is one that I like to think that I know pretty well, since I'm on it three or four times a month, depending on how frequently I go over there. It's a pretty standard four-lane highway that runs north and south, and it crosses a few other main highways in my county. Basically, it's one of those highways that you take to get to one of the bigger highways. And, being four lanes, two in each direction, it's pretty clear which way you're going and where

you need to be to get off the highway. So, the first event is a bit weird, but also fairly fairer. I was driving down the highway to get to one of the exits so that I could get on to the main freeway. I was cruising at around the speed limit, which is 65, and I was pretty focused on what was going on in front of me, so it's not like I was distracted. A bit up the road, I see what looks like someone that had pulled over with a flat tire. I remember seeing the car thinking, that's a nice car, too. and then thinking that it really had to have sucked to pull over on the highway to change a tire.

I remember thinking about how much it would make me panic that someone would be speeding by and not paying attention and potentially hit the car while I was changing it. I then also remember thinking, Oh, you know what? I should get over to the left lane to give them extra space, because that would be the polite thing to do. I glanced up at my rear view and my side view mirror to make sure that there were no cars coming. Then I hit my signal to get over and looked back forward, and the car was gone.

I slowly drifted over to the left lane to give space to a car that was 100% no longer there. It wasn't like I had managed to pass the location before getting over, because I still had a few moments before I was going to get to where the car. they were. But when I looked back, there was no car there. I was upset because this now non-existent car made me look like an idiot's changing lanes, just to change back like a dumbass. The second event was actually on this same stretch, but it was at the exit to get on to the other highway. This highway runs north and south, and it intersects several other highways, but it intersects several other highways that go east and west.

Each exit for the other highways become what is known as a cloverleaf exit. If you don't know what a clover leaf exit is, it's a type of exit that goes into a full circle to get you off one highway on to the other. It's called that because the four exits, an east and west exit on each side of the north and south highway, looks kind of like a four-leaf clover. So, I go to get off the north and south highway, to get on to the east and west highway, and I get into the clover leaf to get off of one highway to the other. I drive the full circle, turning to the right.

I follow the whole clover leaf, and then I exited on to the other highway. Or so I thought. It took me a couple of seconds before I realized what had happened. I somehow managed to get on the Cloverleaf exit, go around the circle to get on to the east-west highway, but ended up back on the first highway going north. There was literally no way for me to have done this based on the exit I took, and where I was going.

And when I say literally, I mean literally. These exits aren't roundabouts. There's no way to end up back where you came from. from, but I somehow had. I genuinely have no idea how it happened, but it did. I just sat there staring at the signs on the side of the road and looking at the next exit, which was a full exit away from where I was supposed to go. I really don't know what this was, or how the hell had happened, but that was the last time

the creepy stuff ever happened on that highway. Thankfully, it's been fairly normal. ever since. Hi, Raven. This is just a short story of a glitch in the Matrix that, if anything, made me laugh. I'm from Scotland, and in my younger days, I'm 60 now. I loved to go off to Australia to miss out on the miserable Scottish winters and to live in the Aussie sun for a few months. I was young and free, so why not?

This was in 1990. I was staying in a backpacker's hostel in the far north of Western Australia, in a very small town called, I'm probably going to butcher this, Q Nuneira. It was a small town but had a fantastic outdoor swimming pool. It was built in a bowl shape, with the surroundings around the pool of mostly grass banking,

used by visitors to picnic and others that had an entrance area that had about 20 or 30 concrete steps, maybe 20 feet wide that led down to the pool area. It was all fenced off around the whole site. Me and a Swiss guy from the backpackers decided to go down for a swim one morning. It was early and midweek, so we were the only ones in the whole pool complex. We were mucking about in the pool, seeing who could swim the furthest underwater and such. When I said to the Swiss guy,

it would be great if we had a ball. At that very instant, we heard a ping, ping, ping, ping, ping. We looked to the side, and down the steps came plastic ball bouncing slowly, and then faster and faster. It reached the bottom, rolled to the pool side,

dropped in, and then drifted to right in front of me and stopped. We just looked at each other in utter disbelief. We got out of the pool and went up the concrete steps, thinking there must be a family up there with a child missing a ball. But there was no one. We were literally the only two people in the whole place. It was all so out of the blue, but I've never forgotten about it. Now, it may all just be a coincidence, but it certainly felt like a manifestation of some kind.

We both just laughed about it and carried on. Now with a ball to muck about with. Hi, Raven. My sister and I are big fans of your channel, and we're talking about our own glitch experiences, so I figured I would share them here. Story one. My sister and I shared a room growing up,

and we played together a lot. We had a toy oven in our room, and one day we decided to put one of our dolls in there. It was a blonde porcelain type doll in a pretty dress. While the doll baked, we both left the room and played in the living room. We were together the whole time. Eventually, we decided to check on our cooking and went to open the toy oven, and when we did, there was a completely different doll in there. It was now a raggedy Ann doll, with red yarn hair, stitches in her dress and a soft body,

which is very different from the doll that we put in there. We were both shocked and confused. We looked for the original doll for years, and we never found it again. Even as adults now, we both swear that we did not switch the doll, and it still weirds us out. We have many other instances of lost objects, small toys, a ring, etc., disappearing,

and being found under our front porch. But while we checked there a few times in hopes that it would reappear too, that doll seemed to glitch out of existence. And story two. One morning, my sister and I woke up and started talking about a weird dream that we'd had. Both of us dreamt that there was a figure

standing in our front lobby. We could both recall hearing him and going down there to see him. And then hide. from him. If there really was an intruder, why did we both wake up in our beds and both recall this as a dream? If it was a dream, why did we both share it that night? This probably isn't as big a glitch as most others, and I'm not bothered too much by it, but I still don't have an explanation. So, here we go. Friday evening I went to a friend's birthday party

with my wife. I was driving, so no alcohol for me that night, just saying to roll out intoxication. Before we left, I closed the shutters in all rooms on the ground floor, including those in my study. Fast forward to about 2 a.m., when we returned home, my wife and I had a fight, and both of us went to bed angry.

She fell asleep rather quickly, but I was so torn up that I couldn't sleep. So I got up again and went to the study to use the computer. I distinctly remember checking again if the shutters were down when I entered the room, because I hate having them up after dark. By around 5 a.m., I finally felt sleepy again and went back to bed. At 10.30, I was awoken by the postman ringing the doorbell. My wife was still sleep.

I decided not to go back to bed, so I made coffee and went to turn on the computer. When I opened the door to the study, I was greeted by morning sun shining through the windows. The shutters were up, and it left me deeply confused for a moment. After she got up, I asked my wife if she had been awake and opened them for some reason while I was asleep. She said no. The shutters are also not electric, so they can't go up through a technical malfunction. If I hadn't focused on them being down in the night, I wouldn't have been able to be. given it a second thought. But as it is, I don't know how it could have happened.

Another possibility that I contemplated and ruled out, it had snowed on Thursday in the snow in the backyard, where the window is facing, is still perfectly untouched. If someone had been on the property and pushed up the shutters, which I'm already not sure if a person can do, there would have been footprints. Hi, Raven. I've been subscribed to your channel for a couple of months now, and I enjoy the stories that you share on your channel. Anyways, I have a short glitch in the Matrix story.

The story just recently happened. I just got home from an appointment one morning. I decided to check my email on my phone before turning on my iPad, because I never check my phone, because I prefer to use my iPad. As I was checking my email, I noticed something strange. Quite a handful of the emails were dated either from later this year or next year, 2025. I was baffled by this, so I decided to check the same email on my iPad. When I went through the emails on my iPad, there weren't any of these emails from the future.

I'm still baffled by this. I would love to know if anyone else has experienced. experienced this, and or has any logical explanation for this, or if this was truly a glitch in the Matrix. Hi, Raven. I want to start by saying that I love your channel and that you get me through a lot of lonely nights on my overnight job, and that I really appreciate that. Well, of course, very happy to help. Ironically enough, it's at my job where my story takes place. It's not the longest or even most chilling story, but I wanted to contribute in some small way. Anyway, I'm a receptionist who does the overnight, night audit, shift, at a four-star hotel.

It's not old or anything. It's actually quite modern. And to be clear, I have never touched any types of drugs and only drink alcohol on my days off. So there was nothing inhibiting me. at all. One night, in the middle of the night, probably two or three a.m., I was doing my regular duties, one of which was to give the floors a mop to get them respectable the next day. The whole back wall of the foyer area is a huge mirror, like the entire wall is literally a mirror. Anyways, I was doing my cleaning when I look up and my reflection in this mirror was much bigger than it should have been.

As if I was standing nose to nose with it, when I was about 40 feet away from it. And it was standing and watching me, not doing what I was doing. It only lasted a second or two before I looked away and looked back, and it was being normal again, but it stuck with me. That was many years ago,

and I've been working here for well over a decade now, and that's the strangest thing to ever happen on my shift. Although there have been other minor things. It's strange noises, bumps in the night, flickering lights at 3 a.m. while listening to a scary story about 3 a.m. on another YouTube channel. But nothing that I can't give a rational explanation to or say that it's just a coincidence like that.

However, I've thought about this for years and even looked at the same mirror. It's pretty hard to avoid, literally thousands of times, and never had another glitch like that one. Anyways, that's my story. What does everyone else think? Possible glitch in the Matrix? Something paranormal trying to spook me? Could there really be something on the other side of the mirror?

I swear that this account is completely true and is indeed my own personal experience. Have a good day for. friends, and please, share those stories. Last Tuesday, I had just gotten off the closing shift to have my job. Me and my brother, who share a room with our uncle, were just kind of chilling the rest of the night, and our uncle had been out for the whole day, basically. So we didn't know when he was coming home. Finally, I saw him walk inside the back patio, as he closed the sliding door and locked it.

I only knew it was him because the tattoos on him and the white tank top he would always wear. The rest of the night wasn't anything out of the ordinary. My uncle would walk around the room in the house, and I even remember seeing him walk into the kitchen to grab something to eat. Finally, I was getting ready to go to sleep at around 2.30, and I remember looking around the room and seeing my uncle lay in his bed. I also remember looking at my brother on his bed.

his iPad with Max brightness, and thinking to myself, he should turn down the brightness, or he'll bother our uncle. It wasn't until the next morning when I got woken up with a knock at the door, and it was the detectives and my uncle's parole officer. They spoke with my grandma and told her my uncle was in the hospital. I didn't think too much of it because he had gone to the hospital a week prior for stomach issues. An hour later, I got a call from my sister crying saying my uncle had been hit by a car and was brain dead. For the rest of the day, I thought that this had to have happened sometime after

three in the morning. Later that night, we found out that it happened around 9.30, while I was at work, and before I even got home. I don't really know what to think of it. Every time I replay the night in my head it's the same thing over and over again. And I know what I saw, and it's just so weird. This possible glitch in the Matrix happened a few years ago, before my boyfriend and I lived together. I was headed over to his house to have dinner with him and stay over for the night. He didn't live far at the time, and we live in a small, friendly, quaint historical town,

about 30 minutes northeast, of the metropolitan area, of the rather larger city that we technically live in the greater area of. It's peaceful out here, and it's fairly small as well. Only 5,000 people live in my town, which in the scheme of things isn't a lot at all. With that being said, there are no major highways or major roads here. When going through our town, it's all small. small roads with houses, and a lot of trees surrounding everything. A majority of the roads only have two lanes, including the one that I was driving on when this

glitch happened. And this is a road that I had probably been on around 400 times, literally, at this point. I knew the turns, neighborhood entrances, houses, everything. I could precisely draw it. it out on paper if someone asked me to. Well, back to this day, as I was headed to my boyfriend's house, I noticed a gray SUV behind me with a small yellow and blue kayak tied on top of it through my rearview mirror. Nothing much to it, as I was naturally just checking my surroundings through my mirrors while

driving, especially since it was twilight. There's one stop sign on this road. As I stopped, I looked at the car clock to check the time. This is something that only takes one second to do, literally, and that is genuinely the time it took me to glance at the time and look back up. When I looked back up to continue driving, the very same SUV with the yellow and blue kayak on top of it was now driving in front of me, and not behind me.

I was in shock. I had only looked down for a second, and there's no way this car could have passed me. It's a small two-lane road, and other cars at the time were coming from the opposite direction, too. Meaning, if this car had tried to take the only possible route around me, which is by going into the other lane, it would have head-on collided with another car. I would have also noticed it passing me. Seriously. one second. It's just not possible.

In addition, when I checked the time for this split moment, this SUV was also stopped behind me as well. To this day, I still cannot explain how this happened. Maybe another car hit and killed me in another reality during that drive, and I got immediately sent to this current one.