As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Vol 28 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: June 5, 2026

Today we have 27 More bizarre Glitch In The Matrix Stories with a lovely late night ambience. This is part of the "Scary Stories for Dark Dreams" series, which is a collection of stories put together for the sake of sleep or simple background noise. This collection includes Glitch stories from November 2023, April 2024 & May 2024 So, turn down the lights, tune in, and let the haunting tales of everyday people take you down that dark and creepy road. Remember, these aren't just stories... these are true experiences that remind us that our world can truly be scarier than fiction. If you enjoyed this episode, be sure to like or rate the podcast, and leave me a comment with your thoughts if the platform your own supports it! I upload episodes every 3 days, so there are 2 days between new uploads. The podcast consists of new scary story collections, Glitch in the matrix collections, and also what I call the "Dark Dreams" collections (which are older stories, remastered and layered with rain sounds). If you have a story to submit, would like to find where to listen to the podcast, or want to find me on social media platforms, all of that info can be found at https://www.astheravendreams.com You can also send stories into my subreddit (r/theravensdream) or email them to me at [e-mail] Want to check out some ATRD Podcast Merch? ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Or for signed merch ➤ https://ko-fi.com/AsTheRavenDreams I wrote a novel, "The Insomniac's Experiment" by Raven Adams! Check it out on amazon (Or you can email me for a signed copy!) Join Patreon to get early access and support the Podcast! ➤ https://www.patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Check out my gaming channel with my pal Ghost_Ink ➤ @superNefariousBros On YouTube TIMESTAMPS One Ad After the First Story, No ads after that Story 1: 00:25 Story 2: 07:41 Story 3: 11:57 Story 4: 22:55 Story 5: 26:09 Story 6: 32:21 Story 7: 34:48 Story 8: 39:24 Story 9: 46:41 Story 10: 48:15 Story 11: 55:45 Story 12: 58:32 Story 13: 1:01:41 Story 14: 1:06:41 Story 15: 1:09:14 Story 16: 1:12:30 Story 17: 1:20:09 Story 18: 1:24:32 Story 19: 1:30:06 Story 20: 1:33:49 Story 21: 1:36:53 Story 22: 1:40:10 Story 23: 1:43:27 Story 24: 1:46:13 Story 25: 1:47:30 Story 26: 1:49:46 Story 27: 1:50:55 ----- 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. Back in 2013, we had a comet come close enough to Earth to be seen with the naked eye, Aisone. I remember this specifically because I was a paranormal investigator back then, and had heard many stories about anomalies happening when comets came through the Earth's atmosphere.

Our small team of investigators were on the lookout for interesting cases in our smallish town to investigate next, as we pretty much saturated the local well-known haunts. To my surprise, the anomalies that happened within a span of two weeks during this time did not come as a lead for a paranormal investigation, but as strange stories told to me by my friends and coworkers at the time. My friend, we can call her Mary, was up early on a weekday morning that had a fresh snowfall. one of the first that season, from the night before. Her husband was up even earlier and kissed her goodbye as he left for work in his pickup truck.

Mary had her own car, which was parked in front of the garage. For context, Mary and her husband lived alone with their dog on a secluded property, surrounded by a forest in all directions. The only opening to get to their house is a long gravel driveway from the road. As soon as he left, Mary took the dog out, as she habitually did, and clipped on the long leash before hopping into the shower to get ready for work. She told me that she remembered stepping outside and hurrying because the snow was cold on her feet, but was still vigilant about properly attaching her dog, as he had a tendency to want to chase squirrels. He was a fairly large and protective dog, a boxer and not a boxer.

friendly at all with strangers. When she got out of the shower, she hurried to bring the dog back in and put on her slippers this time. When she got outside, she saw the leash was lying on the ground, and in a panic, starting to yell for the dog and sprinting up the driveway and fear that he had gotten out to the road, where he could have been hit by a passing vehicle. She could not hear him barking or running. There was no sound at all. She started looking for paw prints where his leash reached.

There was nothing. I asked her if she saw any footprints also, seeing as this was fresh snow and easily noticeable. But there were no footprints, she said. Only the tire tracks her husband left when he went to work. I also asked if there were two sets of tracks. In case he had reversed or come back for any reason while he was in the shower, and she said no. There was definitely only one. set of tracks.

As she walked back towards the house, her mind was racing as to what she should do next. When movement inside her vehicle caught her eye. She walked up to the garage and saw her dog sitting in the passenger seat, looking forward and happy as usual. She went to open the car door, but it was locked. She had to get the keys to open the door

and bring the dog back inside. Within two weeks of Mary telling me her puzzling story, I was at work and heard a commotion in the hallway. A few men were looking for the owner of a silver Mazda, as it appeared that something had happened to it in the parking lot. My colleague, we'll call him Ryan, immediately jumped up and went with them to see what happened as he did own a vehicle with that description.

When he came back approximately 20 minutes later, Ryan came back with the most puzzled look on his face, in obvious disbelief. Approximately three hours earlier, Ryan had left for his one-hour lunch to meet with his wife, who also worked downtown. They always met for lunch at this time. Ryan worked early and usually got a parking spot close to the building.

But, that morning, he had come in late and was exactly parked three rows down and not directly facing the door to the building, but several spots to the left. This was fairly far from the building. When he got back from lunch, he was happy to see the same parking spot was available. No one had taken it when he was gone, so he parked in the same place, finding it ironic.

He had no way to explain what happened next. The men that came to our office, looking for the owner of the silver Mazda, were doing so because, because it had parked directly behind a car in the handicapped zone, first row, directly in front the door to the building. The Mazda was literally boxing that car in its handicapped spot, making it so it could not reverse at all without hitting the Mazda. No one parks like that unless they intend on boxing in the other vehicle. It didn't make any sense. Ryan got to his

car and he was indeed locked, like he had remembered he. left it, except it was way further and off to the left of where it was found. He then got in, and he realized it was in neutral. Another head scratcher. One of the men theorized that maybe Ryan left it in neutral by accident when he got back from lunch, and it somehow rolled to the front of the lot, which could potentially be logical if there had been no other cars in the lot. But it was packed.

and had been that way since 9 or 10 a.m. Ryan was well aware of this because he had been pleasantly surprised to see his same parking spot available when he got back from lunch. Otherwise, he would have had to have parked way in the back, at least five to six rows back from the front door of the building. This happened near the busy smoking section in the corner of the building, and Ryan and his friends asked if anyone had seen the car roll somehow that afternoon, But no one did.

It was completely unexplained, just like Mary's dog in the passenger seat of her locked car. As a paranormal investigator, I clearly saw similarities between the events. Both involved vehicles, and a glitch in the location of it or related to it. Both were in daylight, in plain view. And there was a time proximity of the occurrences. within a two-week time span. Nothing in the way of paranormal happenings was reported to us during that time.

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and you can read about them from my profile if you're curious. It's always little stuff like seeing the cat outside whenever I remember letting him. in. Don't worry. He's an indoor cat. He just sits in the sun when I'm outside too. Or people in my life not being where they should be. This is one of those times. Some background. I live with my husband, our two sons, my best friend since freshman year of high school, 2001, I feel so old, and her two sons. We collectively parent the kids, and we consider ourselves to be one. We consider ourselves to be one integrated family. D.H. is a casino dealer,

and BFF is a wedding photographer, and I'm the stay-at-home mom and homeschool teacher. This incident was a few hours ago or so, so D.H. had already left for work, and BFF had a short wedding today, so she's been gone since this early afternoon. I was in the kitchen making dinner, and I heard her knock.

Each adult has their own knock pattern, because the kids wanted us to. And then I heard BFF's voice call, Hello? Her tone was partially in greeting and partially questioning. We have baby locks everywhere, so I recognized that tone as meaning both

I'm home and also I'm stuck in the laundry room, can you let me out? I called back. Hey, how'd it go? But she didn't answer me. Usually the boys run to the day, door when a parent comes home, so I figured that she had her hands full, and they would give her a hand. But the boys didn't get up. Three of them were on devices in the living room, and the last one

was in the kitchen with me. I sent him to go see if she needed some help, and he came back and said that he couldn't find her. After a few minutes, and another search, I realized I can just check the garage for her car, and it's gone. I call her, and she tell me that she hasn't been home since she left this afternoon. It starts to dawn on me, embarrassingly slowly, that none of the dogs started barking at the sound of her voice, and then I remember how weird it was when the boys all ignored her, and also how the one in the kitchen looked confused when I asked him to go help. So I asked them if they heard her come home, and they all said no. The one who'd been standing next to me in the kitchen said that I just started talking to nobody.

Side note, I am tickled by the fact that not one child ever asked why we were looking for BFF. I start talking to thin air, and I asked them all to search the house for a parent they know is gone all day and isn't home yet. they were all just like, okay, and they started looking under beds and stuff. Not one thought to question it, and they thought that she might be under the bed. I love how delightfully weird my kids are. But for serious, I swear on my life that it was her voice. We were duet partners, and since then, I've spent 22 years listening to her voice. I was professionally trained for four years to specifically listen for her voice.

I've heard that voice tell me secrets and sad things and happy things. Some things that I never thought anyone in the world would have her say. And she talks a lot. If there is a single voice in the universe that I am deeply attuned to and could always reliably identify, regardless of context. It's hers. And I can't explain it.

Hi. I need to explain the backstory for the actual story to make sense. The whole event happened in 2018, but it was brought to the forefront of my mind yesterday. For my country and I, yesterday was the day of independence, marking 202 years. So, of course, everyone on social media,

posted pictures of their parades and lunch tables. Because it wasn't only Independence Day, it was also a holy day celebrating the enunciation of Holy Mary, which means we eat fried fish and garlic-fused potato mush called Squardalia. Anyway, scrolling through social media, I saw a post from a girl named Maria. As far as I remember, Maria was a friend of my childhood best friend, Polly.

and I met her for the first time in 2018. From my perspective, at least, not from Maria's or Polly's. In 2018, I was having severe issues with headaches and migraines, and I was on a doctor-approved diets to help my thyroid. Unfortunately, that diet harmed me rather than helped me. I ended up having several vitamins missing from my system, which triggered my headaches and migraines. Also, I started getting nosebleeds.

The day that I was meant to meet up with Polly in 2018, and subsequently met Maria, was the day that my health reached its rock bottom. I was in my college's bathroom trying to freshen up before meeting them, when I fainted after a severe stabbing pain in my head. I woke up 40 minutes later, and I was 15 minutes late to meeting up with Polly. I woke up, because someone had pushed the door to get in. Then I noticed that my nose had been bleeding and stained my white shirt. The person who found me was kind enough to help me clean up,

and she also told me, she knew me from passing, that my eyes were unusually green. Regularly, my eye color is pine green with brown streaks emerging from the center of my eyes, and a black ring around my iris. Now the green in my eyes seemed to have swallowed the brown. Now, I know that's a sign of severe. tiredness from the optical nerve.

An optician told me that in 2021, and when that happens, I need to go to a dark room to calm down. I was shaking from the shock, fear, lack of food, and blood loss. I was also on my period

and losing my blood from my nose didn't help. But I didn't want to cancel on my friend whom I hadn't seen since 2013. So, I met Pauline, was introduced to Maria. We sat at a coffee shop that by now had its mood lighting on, which served as a huge relief to my eyes,

and it helped alleviate the pain that I was in. I also said screw the diet and decided to order a hot cocoa and a croissant. As we were chatting and reminiscing of the past, I decided to ask Polly if she remembered the time we were being chased by a cop during our friend Nikki's 13th birthday, and how our friend's stepmom covered from us. We had broken into a park that was shut down for repairs and maintenance. To that, Maria added how the cop was her uncle and recognized us all,

but decided not to pursue it and let it pass since, overall, we were good kids. The moment that she mentioned us, I looked confused, saying that I didn't remember her being at our friend's birthday party. Maria insisted that she was, and described in detail for detail what I was wearing that day, and then showed pictures that she had posted on Facebook. I had apologized, saying that I might just have a bad memory of that time, hoping that I hadn't offended her.

Then, the more we talked about our childhoods, the more I got shocked. She was there when Polly had her knee dislocated during our track training, and remembered how I put Polly's knee back in place, and made a stint before demanding from our coach and school PE teacher to take us to the hospital. Or how she was one of the girls who found me crying and bleeding, after some kids beat me up for reasons that aren't YouTube friendly. I frowned. Since the last instance she described, I was by myself. And the reason I had nobody to help wipe the blood off of me was what hurt more than the beating.

It was very mentally scarring, and the beginning of my hyper-independence. She is in no photos that I have from that time besides the birthday party. And as the night progressed, it was shown that she knew too much about my home life, asking about my sister and mother's health. My dad's work injury, he was shot in the leg in 2012, and my aunt's depression. Things I had only shared with Polly, At some point Maria went to the bathroom, and I asked Polly if she ever shared what I had shared with her with Maria, and she shook her head no. She then proceeded to tell me how she was with us when I would vent about my home life, and mentioned the two memorable times.

The one time Polly's mom hit her, and she ran away, and we met at a nearby park. I remember it was only the two of us, but apparently Maria saw us as she returned home from English class and J. joined us. And then the time I was kicked out of the house for 16 hours by my mom and slept on the benches of that same park. Apparently Maria's mom saw me and told Maria who told Polly and both them came to find me. And they brought me food in a blanket. Then Polly's mom told my dad who came to find me after confronting my mom. From my perspective, it was only Polly who brought me the food and the blanket, because she had called my home and my sister spilled the beans about mum kicking me out. And then she asked of Polly to bring me food. Because my sister didn't have

time to steal food to put in the bag she sneakily gave me. It only had a water bottle, my teddy bear, and my wallet, and a hat. In general, Maria knew stories and events that had happened in our school, too. And I don't remember her being part of our school complex. yet she had photos. There was a photo, her favorite one, where it's me, Maria, Polly, and our friends Nikki and Angela. We're sitting on the marble ground floor staring up at the camera,

squinting because the sun is blinding us, and Maria is hugging Polly and Polly is hugging me. This picture was taken by Polly's class president, Dmitri, when he had brought his camera to school and demanded to take pictures of all of us, since he was meant to be moving away after Easter. He didn't move away to his relief. And then showed another picture where it's me, Maria, and Polly with Dimitri,

sitting on top of our desks, because our school and city had flooded. We were bundled up in winter coats, glaring at the camera because we were freezing, and our friend Angela had taken that picture using Nikki's Nokia camera phone. Then she showed me two pictures from my birthday. It was a weekday, and our school had arranged an excursion to the beach, my birthday is in May, and the picture was of me and Maria sitting in lounge chairs. I remember that because, a moment later, a kid from our class got dragged by the current while chasing his ball, and kids and people from the taverns rushed in to aid him.

But I don't remember her sitting with me in those chairs, or having my picture taken. She also remembered the kid incident. The second picture was of me, Maria, Nikki, and Polly smiling to the camera as the table was filled with our food orders. Maria was hugging my shoulder while I was laughing because Polly had tickled me a second before the picture was taken. Maria then said that she wasn't sitting with us at that table, having been with her own friend group, but had come over to wish me a happy birthday and let me know that she would be an hour late to my party. because her dad didn't get off work until 8 p.m. Also, her phone was used to snap the picture,

and our school principal took that picture. But I do not remember that. As the night ended, we took some pictures to upload to social media. When I started the process to tag us, I asked Maria for her details. And when I typed the name on Facebook, it showed that we were already friends. We said goodbye, and as I was riding the bus home, I checked our friend history on Facebook,

and we'd been friends since 2011, and she looked to be my fourth friend made since opening the account. I tried to rationalize the whole thing as memories being blocked for me due to how traumatic these five years on that island were, not just for me, but for my family as a whole. that island almost destroyed my parents' marriage my relationship with my parents has been forever damaged due to those years and what I had to endure it made us co-dependent on each other in the most toxic way and a decade later we are still trying to heal from it

I truly believe I will spend the rest of my life healing and unpacking what those five years did to my psyche I already didn't have a childhood but that island it twisted and turned me so dark. Leaving that place was one of the best things that has happened to me. Maybe that's why I don't remember Maria, or all those fun photos and times. But to forget a whole person being part of my already small friend group? I shared the incident with my sister last night,

and she joked that Maria may have been part of my friend group in a parallel reality, and that she's now somehow transported to our reality with different memories. I don't know what to believe. Parallel reality or just trauma response. My husband, then boyfriend, Y, and I, F, were looking around for a place to live together sometime last December. This takes place in Japan. We needed a place between our jobs, which were on the opposite side of the prefecture that we lived in, unfortunately.

The first place we looked at rejected us from buying because I was a foreigner, even though my boyfriend was Japanese. He was pretty livid, and I told him that it was normal, though not fair. We kept looking until we came upon an ad for a house to rent. Old, but somehow, right. It really felt right to me. I loved it when I first saw the pictures. The area was really great, too, and the price,

and they were pet-friendly, which is rare in Japan. How could it get any better? We were worried that we would be rejected again, but we were accepted happily. We signed on the day, and why and I were so happy? It seemed perfect. After that first rejection,

we had some thought that there could be some bad news, but everything worked out. We still lived in the house, and it's full of character, but something really strange happened that same day. We were on Cloud 9, walking around the area, going to the supermarket. When we entered, we started heading towards the escalator, and I heard a familiar noise. I'd worked at Starbucks and other cafes for several years in America,

so I knew what I heard. the grinding of coffee beans. Then I looked down to the floor below, and I saw the Starbucks sign. There were customers waiting, too. I told why, and he looked and saw it himself. He even texted a friend about the Starbucks. That was the icing on the cake,

to have my go-to cafe on the way to work. But I think you know the rest of the story. We came back to that super-examination. supermarkets, once looking for that Starbucks again after a hard day of moving in, but we only found a lemonade stand in its place. The sign was not the same. My husband isn't a believer of the supernatural, but even he was a bit boggled. He remembered it, and the message that he sent to his friend. We were so spooked. We laughed it off. Maybe we had a glitch because we were so happy, I'll never know.

In addendum to the post, the shopping center is called Tokotoko, and the lemonade stand that was in place of the Starbucks is a brand called Lemonica. It would be very difficult to tear down and replace the whole thing with another brand in just a week. Over a decade ago, I had an experience that shattered my concept of reality, haunted me, and caused years. of anxiety after it occurred. Okay. I'm going to preface this by saying that I'm 19 years old, and at the time of my glitch or crossover, as I choose to believe, I was eight, maybe nine.

So my father is an attorney, and as attorneys generally do, he worked in an office building. There was nothing overtly extravagant about it. In fact, it was a pretty mundane building. But it is important to note that it only had four stories, and his office was on the fourth floor. At the time, I had two siblings, a sister and a baby brother. It became sort of a Friday weekly ritual for my mother to pick us up from school and daycare,

go to my dad's office, and then all of us would go to dinner. Which, in hindsight, didn't make much sense, as my parents had to take separate cars to the restaurant, but, I digress. During that time in my childhood, I was dead set with being as independent as possible, cooking on the stove by myself, doing all of my homework without assistance, all of my laundry, etc. But there was one thing that I was particularly obsessed with doing alone, and that's using the elevator. So, one Friday afternoon, my mom picked all of us up and we went to my dad's office.

as normal. I spent my time running around, annoying paralegals, office assistants, and his other colleagues. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Things only got weird when it came time to leave. My mom found me in some cubicle that I wasn't supposed to be in

and told me to get ready to go, for which I promptly bolted for the elevator. My parents knew that it was pretty much pointless to try and ride down with me, so they just told me. me to wait for them on the ground floor. When I stepped on, an intense feeling of dread came over me,

a sort of sense of impending doom. Anxiety is not the right word for what it was, and I should mention that at that point I was not claustrophobic. I knew that I needed to get out, sort of like a deep urge. But before I could react, the doors closed. In a flustered state, I accidentally pressed the button for the fourth floor,

the floor that I was already on, and to my confusion, instead of the doors simply reopening, the elevator started to go up and did so for what felt like 30 to 45 seconds. When the doors finally opened, what I saw petrified me. The elevator opened to what resembled the fourth floor,

but pretty much everything was wrong. glass panes that were opaque were now transparent. The tiled floor was a different material. The walls went from a grayish color to a greenish one. The entire office had a different design, and the logo with the name of my dad's law firm, which was usually all over the reception desk, was now gone. I didn't move.

I just stood there scanning the environment. Five minutes must have gone by until a vacuum. the man seemed genuine enough and approached me. He tried to question me about where my parents were and if I needed help. And all I could get out is I'm lost. He tried to get me to come over to the reception desk so we could call around the building to look for my parents. Just as I was about to comply, I was again overcome with that feeling of danger. This time the urge was to plant my feet like a tree.

and under no circumstances leave that elevator. I told him that I was just going to go to the first floor to wait for them, and he agreed under the condition that he'd go with me so I wasn't alone. So he got on and pressed the button for the first floor. This time when the elevator doors opened, I saw my family. Keep in mind, this building only had one elevator, and I never left it. my mother had a stroller and therefore couldn't have used the stairs. In my numbing confusion for a nine-year-old, I just sprinted into my parents' arms and bawled my eyes out.

When I calmed down, I explained what had happened as best as I could, but they looked just as perplexed as I was. I asked how they got to the first floor before me, and they replied, What do you mean? We went down before you did. when I described the floor I was on, my dad said that it couldn't have existed as every level of the building had the same floor plan. In pure desperation for them to believe me, I pleaded them to ask the janitor who had brought me down, as he was the only person who could back me up considering he was working on that floor. And my mom's response since it chilled on my spine. What are you talking about, kid? You were the only person on that elevator.

No one on the janitorial staff fit the man's description, and I hadn't seen him since. This experience scarred me to the point that I was terrified of elevators until I was about 14. I never set foot on that particular elevator once again for the two following years that my dad was employed there. I wholeheartedly believe I traveled to a parallel universe, and it has forever shifted my concept, of reality. I worked a fair distance from my house and had two close friends that lived very close to my workplace. One I had graduated high school with, we were now in college, and a guy we were both friends with lived on the same side of the main drag as I worked very close by. After work, it was normal that I would meet up with one or both of them to meet up for dinner,

or shopping, with two good malls and several nice strip malls and loads of good restaurants. trunts that we all liked. So it was so normal that I'd be nearby and dropping over. And one day, while it was only lunchtime, my male friend was home that day in his kitchen and had the front door open with the heavy wooden frame and two large ancient screens in it, and a big hook that kept it latched. He had made himself a sandwich and was moving toward the living room to catch some TV news, and saw me in the living room and called out,

how'd you get in? I didn't answer, just standing there. He walked into the living room a few feet from me and then turned to see where I'd sat, but nobody was there at all. The side door was locked by the driveway and the front one was still latched. The house was small with a large living room and kitchen, a small bathroom and a small hallway with two bedrooms. There was no way that I'd walked past him.

His path was straightforward. to that front door. At this time, in my dimension anyway, I was at work around the block, maybe three storefronts up. When I later was off work, it was 7 p.m. I did drop by, and he asked me about it, and I was completely curious about it, too.

As if this wasn't weird enough, I then went home, and my mother said to me, I saw you walk right into your bedroom this morning at 10 o'clock. I thought maybe you were sick and called out to you, but you kept walking, so I followed, but there was no one in the room. So, two level-headed people both saw me, but I was busy at work all day, well into the evening.

Does anyone have any insight into this? Earlier this year, my husband went through a terrifying, life-threatening thing, and not to go into any details, but at the point of this story, he was still bed-bound, and we were staying at my parents' house. Some relevant background. My parents' house is big.

Two floors plus a rooftop apartment plus a basement. It's also pretty old, though, and needs something fixed every month or so. My dad is very old school, and he deals with people he likes even if they overcharge him. He's been using the same plumber for years. Same electrician, same gardener, etc. This happened back in my home country of Jordan. The country is mostly Muslim, but my family is Christian. So, we wake up that day and the whole kitchen is flooded.

My dad had recently gotten a new water filter installed, and it was giving them trouble since the beginning. My dad had to leave, but he called his water filter guy, which is hell of specific, to come fix whatever is going on. Water filter guy said he'll be there in a couple of hours. About an hour later, the doorbell rings, and my brother opens the door. It's a man in a suit with a little briefcase. My bro thought it was one of the doctors for my husband, so he immediately invited him in. The man immediately corrects him, and he, you know, and he's a man immediately corrects him,

and says that he's not a doctor, that he's there for the water filter. My mom knows the water filter guy, and this isn't him. But she just assumes that the original guy just sent this guy ahead. So, my mom asks what he needs. I'm in and out this whole situation

as I take care of my husband. So the man goes to the roof and looks at the water tanks, and he takes pictures. He came back down and said, in the kitchen with my mom telling her what he thinks the issue is. The tanks need replacing. And how much they'll cost and all of that.

So, my mom calls my dad and passes the phone to the man who gives my dad the rundown, and then my dad says he'll talk to his original guy about the price. The man starts arguing with my dad on the phone to the point that my dad basically yells at him and hangs up. At this point, my mom kind of... apologetically asks him to leave, and that my dad will just talk to his boss because that's what he prefers. The man says, what boss?

She tells him his name, and the man says he's never heard of that guy before in his life. Now my mom is freaking out. She asks who sent him, and he says nobody. So she asks him how much she owes him, so she can quickly get him out of the house. He says that he noticed the man in the hospital, bed, and that his only payment is that he's going to ask God to heal him. Then he left, and that was it.

My dad's actual guy showed up a little later and fixed the filter, but my mom and I were shook by the whole thing. We talked about it in detail for hours. We talked to my dad, and my dad's guy, and the nurse that was there that day, and my brother who opened the door, and none of us could figure out how this happened, or who he was. This man just showed up to check water filters on the same day the water filter burst, but didn't want any compensation.

Nobody sent him. Like, how? It still bugs me. My mom thinks he's an a freak or demon, but I just don't know. I was going through a lot of the time, so my mind might not have been all there, but everyone else that experienced this? Just help. Any ideas?

The O.P. did edit to add, My husband's doing much better, thankfully. He's about 90% recovered and is still healing. Thank you for your kind words, everyone. I hope he has a speedy rest of his recovery, and I hope he's doing well. I have never openly shared this story, aside from telling a couple of people that I'm closest to.

Even they do not believe me. Not that they would ever say so, but when you really know someone, they don't have to. I will synopsize this by saying that I believe that for a mere one to two minutes, when I was in junior high school, I had some sort of time slip slash involuntary, spontaneous warp into an alternate reality. The only difference between this one here and now that I was able to, to ascertain from such a brief trip, was that, in the timeline in which I found myself, I had never moved back to the southern U.S. where I was born, and instead stayed in the Midwest in Wichita, Kansas,

where my family had moved for a little over a year's time when I was aged 11. When I was in the fifth grade, my mother and stepfather separated. My mother, sister, and two girl cousins that lived with us at the time, packed up and moved from the Bible Belt to Wichita. My older brother, who is a good bit older than I am, had met a woman online who lived there and married her, so he urged us to come to the Midwest where he had found happiness, so we did. I actually really loved it there,

but just as I had started to find my stride and feel like I belonged, After about a year exactly, my mother had decided to move back to our original tiny southern town. She was having a hard time with her mental health and had reconciled with my stepfather. So, I reluctantly said goodbye to the city life that I had grown to love, and my new friends, and picked up right where I left off with my lifelong friends at the school I had attended most of my life in my hometown. Looking back, I can see that as a defining moment to how the rest of my life was to go. If I had stayed there, I'd be a different person right now, without a doubt. But at that moment, I was still just a kid, so I didn't get too meta about it.

I was sad to say bye, but happy that I didn't have to completely start over in an unfamiliar place. Now, for my time slip or warp or whatever. About a year exactly from the time that we returned to our hometown, I was in seventh grade. It was a day like any other. It was lunchtime, and I stood in line with my peers, just chatting and waiting for the line to move up to get some chocolate milk from the cafeteria. I remember vividly that the boy I had a crush on my whole life was standing behind me, which was different, but not in a bad way. And we were maybe flirting, or I hoped we were.

He made some playful comments to the effect of, You're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. Which was a line that people thought was pretty clever to say for several years after I moved back from Kansas. But I smiled like it was new because, crush. I had my back to the cafeteria wall, and I was leaned back propping on it, just waiting for this line to move.

I had this wave of what felt a lot like vertigo. Like I was off balance, and about to topple, but I wasn't at all. My ears began to ring loudly, and my vision almost slowly faded into black. Like when you stand up too fast, and your vision blacks out,

but more slowly than that. My head was swimming for a moment, and then it was foggy. When the fog lifted, my vision faded in from the blackness. My ears were still ringing somewhat, but that too was fading out and tapering off. I remember confusion and just generally not understanding what I was seeing. I was still in school, and I was still standing in line in the cafeteria with my back leaned against the wall. But I wasn't in my hometown any longer.

I was in Kansas again. Next to me, and obviously having been laughing and talking with me, were two older girls that I remembered from my time there. They were older than I'd last seen them, though, like I was also. These girls were classmates and friendly acquaintances. They had liked my accent and loved teaching me curse words in Spanish. But when I had lived in Kansas, they were not close friends at all. However, now they were.

I don't know how I knew that, but I did. These were my best friends in this reality, the reality or timeline in which I had never returned to the south, or left the Midwest. I registered first the fact that I was here, in the school and city, because we had not moved back to my home state and town. And as soon as I did, it was just accepted as fact.

Like, oh yeah, that's right. And it was as if everything since we had left, all the last year of events were undone and gone from my memory. Then I was observing my friends, and my friendship and how it grew with these girls was coming back to me, not each piece at a time, but like abstract knowledge downloading into my subconscious in large chunks of data.

Because I was so discombobulating, I can't put an exact time that my consciousness slipped into this other me's reality. But I believe it was only a couple to a few minutes at best. I had not spoken a word because my brain was running processing software with all its computing power. I didn't get to the caught-up mentally place of verbal speech before the ringing in my ears and dizzy head-swimming confusion set back in. only this time not slowly but crazy fast. I literally felt like I snapped back into this me's reality, like a rubber band.

It was like the universe had noticed its mistake and snapped me back like a rubber band, correcting its errors as quickly as possible. I think the correction put me back at the same moment in time I was at before the slip because no time seemed to have gone by for anyone else. I looked around and said, Am I back here with y'all now? To my crush, to which he just looked at me like I wasn't making sense, and said that the line was moving.

And that was that. Has anyone experienced anything like this or anything comparable? Long time listener, second time submitter. Hello, it's the 13-year-old boy from Finland again. Hello. Our now sold cottage has some weird stories, but this is the only one that I have experienced. We were upstairs with my cousin Tony. We were watching YouTube and playing some horror games, secretly,

when we both had this strange feeling in our guts that we must look outside. We both went to the window, not saying anything, and looked out. What we saw is a subject that we still bring up a lot. We were five or six years old at the time. We saw three white vans that looked exactly the same. Same broken mirror, same tires and rims, same car. But the creepy thing is that there wasn't a driver in any of them. There wasn't anyone in the front seat.

The windows were clear and all, but there were no drivers inside. Then it got a little cold upstairs, so we headed down and told everyone what we saw, but who would believe a couple of six-year-olds, right? We still remember this as clear as yesterday. We're the ones who saw it. Nobody has to believe it, but we always knew it happened, no matter what. This happened about six years ago during a summer holiday with friends. I live in Athens, Greece, and some friends and I decided to visit Macedonia for one week that summer.

We spent the days at a picturesque spa, but we also drove around to take in the beautiful surrounding towns, villages, and other wonderful sights. On the third day, we drove around admiring the view, stopping at a village for lunch. We then decided to head for the town of Odessa, to see the old town, the impressive waterfalls, and the view of the vast valley below. We found a quaint coffee shop with a stunning view where we had our coffee, before heading back to our hotel. On the way to the car park, which incidentally is centrally located and extremely busy, especially during the holiday season, I became aware that my phone was not in my bag. Assuming I had left it on the table in the coffee shop, I rushed back to retrieve it, while the others waited in the car.

To my dismay, I had not left it on the table as the waiter assured me that he did not find a phone when he cleaned it. I ran back to the parking and told my friends to look in the car and check if it had fallen out there. One of my friends kept calling my number persistently, but although the phone was ringing, i.e., the battery wasn't dead, we could not hear anything within the car. All five of us searched the parking thoroughly, while constantly calling. my phone number and looking beneath the car, and even in some bushes near which I had not been. But I was getting so desperate that I told my friends to venture even further out, just in case. We searched the parking area for at least ten minutes, as I was on the brink of hysteria. Let me add that this phone was a very important tool for work, and apart from the phone numbers of clients,

I had other vital information stored in it. In fact, I had told myself repeatedly that I should make a backup, but never cut around to it, so I had lost the numbers of people that I had to call soon as I returned to work. Eventually, we decided that we could rule out the car park and go back to the hotel. My friends consoled me, telling me not to stress, that I had probably left the phone at the hotel or at the restaurant. As soon as we arrived at the hotel, you can imagine that I left no sheet or cushion unturned.

I even checked the toilet bin and asked the others to check if it was in their rooms. That's how desperate I had become. My final hope was the restaurant. First thing in the morning, I called the restaurant only to be told that they had not found a phone. My hopes were dashed, as I finally realized that I had to give up any hope. hope of finding it. Though every 15 minutes or so, I kept asking one of my friends to call my number, just in case someone would hear it and pick it up. Miraculously, it kept ringing, so at least the battery hadn't gone flat. The next two days went by, but my joy had dissipated as I went

through the motions of password changes and other such details, as I feared that if someone did find the phone, they might access my mail and other sensitive information. On our last night, as we were driving back to the hotel, I decided to say a prayer and ask Saint Phonorias to help me find my phone. It was one of these phases where you close your eyes, cross your fingers, and make a silent entreaty to higher powers. Saint Phenorias is a Greek saint that we pray to for the purpose of finding lost items. I was not a particularly devout person, but I was very distressed,

and it was an act of despair, I'm sorry to say. A voice in my head had told me to go to the parking lot and that I would find it. I asked someone to call my phone, and they looked at me with that martyred look of not again, but indulged me anyway. The phone was ringing. Its battery had not died after so many days, which gave me hope.

I pleaded with the friend who was driving to go back to the town of Edessa and check. Early next morning, we would be driving back to Athens, a seven-hour drive. I begged my friend to do this for me as a special favor, and eventually they relented. By the time we reached the parking, it was 12.30 a.m. There were only a few parked cars, and, hardly anyone was around. One of my friends dialed my number, and we heard and saw the phone as the screen lit up.

As you walk in the parking, it was on the first row of parking spaces, on the left, in the second parking space. We all stood there thunderstruck and speechless. I ran and picked it up, checking for any damage. It was intact,

as if someone had just placed it there. There was not. even a speck of dust on it. How was this possible? First and foremost, how was it that nobody saw it in such a busy place, in the most central part of the town that receives hundreds of visitors daily? Not to mention the shoppers who park there, as it's near the main shopping center. Secondly, how was it possible that no car ran it over, as I'm sure that many cars must have

parked in that very parking spot in the interim? Thirdly, if it was in such a conspicuous place, why didn't any of us searching for it for at least ten minutes see it or hear it? And fourthly, why hadn't the battery run out after so many days? I'm still bemused as I cannot find any logical explanation for it. By the way, tradition mandates that the person who has found the lost item, bake a special cake called Fannarapida and take it to church on Sunday.

Then after the Sunday service, the cake is offered to members of the congregation. I must admit that I have yet to make the cake, but I keep promising the saint that I will because it was a small miracle, wasn't it? By the way, I'm now a devout believer, and for anyone who is curious about the cake, just type Greek

Phenaripita that's F-A-N-O-U-R-O-P-I-T-A the cake for lost things on YouTube and you'll have the recipe just in case you lose something indispensable and I am so sorry if I butchered any of those words

Google told me how to pronounce them and if it's wrong blame them I've told the story in a comment section of the subreddit or the high strangeness one but I didn't go into detail. This happened to my mother, but it involved me as well.

It was winter somewhere between 2019 and 2021. I thought that it was last year, but after talking to my mom recently about this, it was definitely more time ago than it seemed. So, this is what happened. It was around 6 to 7 a.m., and I was coming back from a nightclub with two of my friends. friends. And after crossing the river by boat, we went inside the surface subway that was still not running. However, my mother, who has always been very protective, wanted to pick me up from

the subway, with her car without telling me that she would. Now, this is what happened, according to her. As she was arriving to the subway station, she saw me inside the metro with my friends, so she knew exactly where I was, and who the friend was that was standing on the seat next to me. As she saw me, she quickly went around the station with the car, and parked it to call me to say that she was outside. This took maybe 30 seconds at most. What happened next was truly bizarre. When I answered the phone, which took maybe an additional ten seconds, I was already some eight or nine metro stations ahead of the station that she was in,

the same station that I was just in in her reality. To get there from where I was initially, it would take easily 15 to 20 minutes, by Metro, of course. I remember telling her on the phone where I was, and she became truly shocked and confused. I was still a little drunk, so I didn't give too much. much importance to it in that moment, but the next day after talking to her about the event, I knew that what happened was something very strange. I know that she wasn't lying, because she

knew exactly where I was sitting and who I was sitting next to. We still have no idea how this happened. I've heard similar stories here on Reddit, and there must be something really complex in this existence that we are not aware of. Or just can't comprehend. I work with my mom, and we own a little cafe. We have this ongoing joke whenever things get misplaced that the previous owner has been in and taken them in the night. We don't really believe that.

As long as we had the place, everyone that works there has always commented, Oh, I thought I heard someone walk in, but then there isn't anyone there. Sometimes all of us will look up to the front of the shop at the same time, thinking that someone was there when there isn't. This happens at least once a day, but usually multiple times a day. Back to the misplaced item. This is happening a lot at the moment, as in specific knives that are only used for certain tasks,

just going missing and then turning up days later on the side. Now, I know things can hide in plain sight, and sometimes you can't see for looking, but this is becoming really, really frequent now. It's not as though we've put them back in the wrong place and then find them. We find them in plain sight, after days of items being missing, and then it reappears in an area that has been heavily used by one of us and been thoroughly cleaned down at the end of the day. So if it was ever there, it would have been put away. It's so odd, but the frequency of this happening is becoming a little frustrating now. One of the ladies that works with us made a comment

today that there must be a gremlin working behind her, moving everything. This lady has worked with me for over two years, and she's commenting also. I haven't mentioned anything at all to her, and she works opposite shifts to my mom, so they have not spoken about it. Also, a full Panini machine went missing. We got a new one and stored the old one away just in case anything happened to the new one. We had a backup. I'm the only person with keys apart from my mom. But mom wasn't even in the country at the time.

It reappeared about three or four months later in exactly the same spot it had been stored in, but yet no one was able to find it for months. My mom thought I had thrown it away and was lying to her. I'm not sure if this is relevant, but since the shop was opened 19 years ago, it has had three previous owners, me and my mom being the fourth. Two of the three previous owners have died whilst owning the cafe, and the lady that we bought it off of sold it because she is terminal with cancer.

Anyway, any thoughts or ideas on this would be great. Especially ideas to make it stop would be appreciated. Hey, Raven. I've been listening to Glitch in the Matrix Stories for some time now on multiple channels, but I've never shared my own until now. I feel mine is quite boring and innocuous, like many glitches are, but perhaps that's what makes them all the more unsettling. This event happened in my life a few years ago, when Omegel still existed.

I was living in a redneck town where I felt very different from the norm, and I became quite lonely. I was working as a freelance marketer, so I had more time in my day than a person working a regular full-time job at the time. So, occasionally, I would grab a couple of beers and go on Omega, which, for those who don't know, was a random webcam sharing website. It would connect you to random people anywhere in the world who also connected to the site. Anyway, I was switching through webcam footage of people, then stopped. What I saw at first looked like a strange scenario of kids, and I was a bit horrified at what I was seeing at first.

But as I held off, I noticed that the person behind the camera was a woman who appeared to be their mother. I asked, Hey, is everything okay there? And the response I got was, um, yeah. I figured I stumbled upon a bored mother at home taking care of her kids. Once I realized the situation was normal and just a bored housewife with her two kids looking for companionship,

I loosened up. I began talking to her, and her accent revealed that she was from Australia. The woman began saying things that I didn't. understand at the time. She said, Hey, I've seen you earlier. And I said, oh, did we skip each other here on Omegal? And then she shook her head. No, no, I saw you on TikTok. I was quiet for a moment trying to process what she was saying. I decided that I looked like

someone that she saw on TikTok. It couldn't have been me. I only had a few videos uploaded and the number of views was under a thousand for all of them. I said, No, it probably wasn't me. And then we chatted about some things for a while. But the TikTok subject broached again after about ten minutes. She said, Hey, I really saw you on TikTok.

I became perplexed and asked, What do you mean? Like, how? She said, I even added you as a friend, here, before we matched on Omega. I was in despise. belief. I opened my TikTok app and then asked,

okay, if you added me before, what's your handle? She told me her handle, and lo and behold, she liked a video I posted that had under a hundred views before we met on Omegel. How could someone who lives across the world, like and follow me on TikTok, and then we meet on Omega moments later? Like, unless I don't understand how algorithms work,

but I'm not totally stupid. I do work in online marketing after all. We both became so confused and talked about how strange it was. I added her back on TikTok. Like, what are the chances that someone would see my very unpopular TikTok video that had under 100 views in America? And then a person in Australia saw it and then connected with me on Omega right after. That cannot be coincidence, right?

Anyways, the next day I bought a lottery ticket because, well, what else unbelievable could happen. I had added the woman back on TikTok and messaged her saying, Hey, that was so weird the other day that I bought a lottery ticket. And then she responded, huh, I did too. This was honestly the weirdest, most serendipitous experience I have ever had in my life. It happened like five years ago, and I still. don't understand how. I asked people who worked

in digital and algorithms if something like this could make sense, but I never got an answer. So, if your listeners have any idea, please have them comment and explain. Thank you, Raven. And thank you for submitting your story. And also, based on my tech experience, as far as I know,

algorithms don't work cross-site, so... That's crazy. Hey, Raven. So, you featured me once on your channel when you told the glitch in the Matrix story about my cat Mimo. This one, however, isn't as funny. It's just confusing. So I was walking home after running some errands, and I was almost home, about two minutes away.

I just had to cross the street to get to my house. A little bit of explanation on how crossing streets works in my house. city, I won't say exactly which one for obvious security reasons. You have to wait for the traffic lights to turn green, then you can walk. It kind of sounds like every city now that I'm riding this. So I basically had to wait for the cars on the very end of one street to pass the crossroads on the beginning of the new streets that I was waiting on. It's usually a two to three minute wait, something like that. And so there I was. waiting for the green light to cross.

I just dozed off into my thoughts while I waited. Some time later, I can't exactly point out when, but I'm sure it passed the usual time limit for the light to not turn green just yet. I snapped back to reality to see the cars had already passed. Wait, something isn't right, I thought to myself. If the cars had passed, I would have snapped to reality, and seen them, right? But the light was still red, though,

so this didn't make any sense to me. So either one of two things happened. I actually dozed off into my thoughts so much that even cars moving didn't alert me, which is unusual considering my habits. Or, time actually paused between the cars passing through and me snapping back. Or, as we like to call it,

a glitch in the matrix. Sorry if my explanation wasn't great, but I had to share my story with the best of the best. Much love. Thank you, Cryptic. And if any of you haven't seen it already, this last week on Wednesday, I did a UFO Encounter Stories video

featuring Cryptic Tales. Please do check it out if you haven't. Yes, this was a shameless self-promotion in my own video. Hello, Raven. Longtime listener, first-time submitter. I have a story that I believe belongs here. When I was 18 years old and dating my first real boyfriend,

he lived in the city while I was in the suburbs. He was staying on a friend's mom's couch, while they were saving to get their own place, and some friends and I were coming to pick him up so that we could all attend a local street festival. This was going to be my first time meeting his friends, but my friend who drove us already knew, pretty much everyone.

So I was going to be the only new face at this gathering. When we arrived, he introduced me to all of his friends and I sat down on the couch next to one of maybe a dozen or so people at the house at the time. The guy sat next to was the oldest brother of the three guys, with whom my then-boyfriend was crashing with. The youngest two brothers, Stephen and Peter, only mildly resembled one. another, but this guy definitely looked like Stephen, the

brother that my then boyfriend ended up moving in with. He had a similar face, but with a stronger jawline. He told me that his name was Eric, and we even shook hands. After a few minutes of conversation, those of us going to the festival

took off, and I said goodbye to Eric and told him that it was nice to meet him. Skip to several months later, and my boyfriend and Stephen had finally moved into their own place. Stephen and I are on the couch one day, and he mentions something about his brother.

I inquire which one, and a puzzled look comes across his face. He explains that he only has one brother, Peter. Turns out, every single person in that house that day can be accounted for, except the guy that I not only spoke with, but physically touched and shook hands with. I was shocked and confused and told Stephen about my encounter, and he said that he believed me because he could tell I was being genuine when I asked.

We went over every person that was there that day when my boyfriend got home, and every single person was accounted for, except for Eric. No one recalls me talking to anyone on the couch, either. Stephen was so bewildered that he even asked his mom if she was, had miscarried, and she assured him that she did not. I'm not sure who or what Eric was, but the only thing I can come up with is that this was either a glitch, or a parallel universe opened up or something, or he was a ghost. I'm really not sure, but I remember him so vividly.

Does anyone out there have any idea what this could have been? And thank you, Raven. This was my creepy glitch moment. Hi, Raven. I just recently found your YouTube channel. I've been an avid Glitch in the Matrix fan for many years now, so I was glad to find another narration channel to listen to. I have a few Glitch in the Matrix stories that have happened to me that I would like to share with you. Feel free to pick and choose which ones you'd like to read, if any.

Thanks for your time and attention, and I hope you like the stories. Thank you. Story number one. When I was a little kid, I used to enjoy bird watching out my kitchen window. We had a big bay window with a tree right in front of it. My parents would put up a bird feeder, and we would get a lot of birds coming by to eat the bird seed. Just the normal birds like sparrows, chickadees, cardinals, every once in a while and the occasional blue jay. We had a bird book that I would always look through.

It had a big picture of the bird on one side of the page, and then on the other side it had the name of the bird, some information on it, and then at the bottom of the page there was a map of the USA with the highlighted area of where that specific bird was native to. One afternoon, I was looking through the bird book and was looking at a page with the blackbird. I can't remember the name of the bird,

but it was native to the southern USA, Texas, Louisiana, that whole area. If it's native to that area and it's a blackbird, it was probably a gray-tailed grackle. That was me saying that. That's not in the story, sorry. I grew up in New Jersey for reference. So I'm looking out the window after looking at this picture of a blackbird,

and I kid you not, the exact same bird that I had just been looking at in the book flew into the tree. It stopped on a branch for a brief moment. long enough for me to realize it was the same bird that was on the page in front of me, and then flew away. According to this book, this bird was not native to New Jersey. It's totally possible that it was just some other kind of blackbird that is native to New Jersey, but I remember being so sure that it was the same bird I was looking at in my bird book.

My parents, of course, did not believe me when I told them. I thought it was a weird synchronicity. Maybe a glitch in the Matrix, maybe not. But yeah, that's one of my earlier Glitch in the Matrix experiences that I can remember. Story 2. This story happened to me in early college. To make a long story short, on a Saturday night, I went to a couple house parties with one of my friends from high school. I was never a big party person in college.

But I was young and trying to fit in and be cool. I end up sleeping over at my friend's house that night. Anyways, the following day, I'm back home and spending the day with my sister. It's a low-key day. I was honestly a little hung over from the night before. We went to a cafe in our town during the day and then came back to relax. That evening, my parents and brothers went to a family friend's house for dinner, so it was just my sister and I at home.

We were going to settle in and watch a movie. So I go upstairs to my room to change into comfy lounge clothes. As I'm pulling my denim shorts off, I hear some change in my pocket, which I thought was odd, considering at that time, in my life, I never had cash on me. So I wouldn't have any change in my pockets for any reason, really. I dig into my pocket

and I pull out these two coins from this arcade slash bar called barcade. Now, I had been wearing these same shorts the night before but when I was at those parties I would have noticed if someone slipped these random coins into my pocket

and who would be doing that anyways? I texted my friend a picture of the coins and I asked if she and her family had ever been there. Maybe somehow they'd come from her house since I'd spent the night there. She said she'd never heard of the place. I start freaking out a little bit because I cannot explain this,

and I go back downstairs and sat in her kitchen, texting my mom about what happened. It was late summer at the time, so we had the windows open in our house, and we live in the suburbs, so there's always people walking down our street and cars going by that we can hear. I remember sitting at our kitchen island,

still freaking out about these weird coins, and I hear car doors slamming outside. I hear my dad's voice call out my name. Charlotte. I thought, great, my parents are home. I wait for them to come inside, but they never do. I text my mom asking where they're at, and she says they're still at the dinner table at their friend's house. This honestly sent me over the edge a little bit,

and she said they were about to leave to come home. and that's basically the end of that story. My parents eventually came home and just laughed at me. I still to this day cannot explain where those coins came from and how they ended up in my pocket. Nor can I explain hearing my dad's voice call out my name. Could it have been someone else walking past my house who knew me? Sure, but I feel like that's unlikely.

I was so sure that it was my dad's voice. It definitely was one of the most unexplainable experiences in my lifetime. Story number three. This is a short little story that also happened to me in college. I was hanging out with a friend in her dorm room one afternoon, after we both got out of classes. I think I was sitting at her desk doing some homework assignment, and she was sitting in her bed. It was sunset, so the sky looked really pretty outside her window. We're looking out, and I see a plane taking off in the distance from our city's airport.

I mention it, and she says something to the effect of, Yeah, it's cute sometimes. I just lay in bed and watch the planes take off. Flash forward, probably a few weeks, and we're sitting in a nearby park at night. And I see a plane in the sky and mention our conversation from a few weeks prior. She says, what? I never said that. I'm confused because I specifically remember the conversation we had, but she's adamant that she never said that,

that she has never watched planes taking off out her window. I ended up just dropping the topic, but I just thought it was so bizarre. Was I misremembering? Possibly, but I remember so clearly looking at the pretty sunset, and the colors in the sky and the plane taking off in the distance. I was convinced at the time that we must have just slipped into a parallel dimension. Maybe this is completely explainable and just boils down to poor memory, but...

I don't know. Thank you for your time, Raven, and I hope that you enjoyed. Hey, everyone, I have to share something bizarre that happened to me a while ago, and it's been eating at me ever since. A bit of background about me. I'm a 31-year-old guy living in the southeast side of Norway, and I work as a web developer. My daily routine has been pretty much the same for the past three years. I walk to and from work, usually arriving at the office around 0.5.30, and leaving around 1,400 hours.

So, here's where things get weird. It was a typical early morning walk to work. I was strolling along the roads on the outskirts of my city, plugged into my tunes, and soaking in the serene beauty of the autumn-winter night sky. My route is pretty straightforward, a dimly-lit road with a sidewalk on each side. I usually stick to the left sidewalk out of habit.

Now, I love to gaze at the stars and moon during my walk, especially in the crisp winter air. However, this particular morning took a turn for the strange when my Samsung Galaxy Buds started acting up, losing connection with my phone sporadically. I fiddled with them for a bit, but eventually gave up, attributing the issue to a dead battery. And that's when I noticed it.

The air was thick, with a static charge, reminiscent of the atmosphere just before a thunderstorm. Yet the sky was completely clear. I tried to shake it off and continued my walk, but then the hairs in my arms started to stand on end, and an intense ringing assaulted my ears. I thought, maybe I was having a panic attack. They've hit me a few times in the past,

so I employed my usual coping techniques. Unfortunately, they were to no avail. In a growing state of alarm, I scanned my surroundings only to realize that, somehow, impossibly, I was now on the right sidewalk. I hadn't crossed the road. I was sure of it. A neary silence enveloped everything. No wind, no city sounds, just nothing. Even the moon seemed to betray me, showing a phase indicating a week had mysteriously passed. I frantically checked my phone, and it was dead. My watch had also stopped ticking.

The distant city lights, which should have been visible, were enveloped in unsettling darkness. Now, I was genuinely freaking out. I closed my eyes desperately trying to rationalize the impossible events unfolding around me. My heart raced as the static electricity and the ringing returned. Fearfully, I opened my eyes. and I was back on the left side of the road. The static and ringing had ceased. The moon was back to its correct phase,

and the distant city lights twinkled reassuringly. My phone and watch were functioning as if nothing had even happened, and apparently only a few minutes had passed. I sprinted the remaining 2.4 kilometers to work, my mind whirling with the inexplicable occurrence. I didn't share this with anyone until now, but there is one more thing. I remembered that my exercise app was running on my phone during the incident. When I checked it upon reaching work,

I noticed that the GPS lost track of me precisely at the time of the incident. I can't explain what happened, and maybe the phone's power loss could account for the GPS issue, but still. As anyone experienced anything like this before, I'm at a loss and would love to hear your thoughts or similar experiences. So, I want to start this off with, I do not vape. I have never smoked, vaped, or anything. I tried smoking back when I was a teenager.

I didn't like it, and I never picked it up. But now, I own three vapes. And the last one is the one that has me shocked. So I had a co-worker at my last job that, when we met, she didn't vape. She, besides me, has been in my car the most. I gave her rides home and then near the end of her time working with me, took her to and from work. I won't lie, those are the days that I miss, that and having lunch with her. We talked a lot, but that's not the glitch.

Vap 1, the blue vape. This one's not a glitch at all. She asked me to take it from her. It was this blue one-time use. It was almost dead, but she just didn't want to be tempted with it, so I took it from her, and that was that. Vap number two, this one is a glitch, maybe. She had started hanging out with an old friend who got her back into vaping.

And to be fair, she was stressed out. She vaped in high school but had stopped when we met, and it was only when she started to hang out with this friend that she started to vape, which, I mean, does happen. We talked over lunches and stuff about her wanting to quit, so she had a vacation coming up, and she said during that that she and her friends were going to quit. Her friend didn't, but she did. Well, early on, she had a super stressful week, and we had agreed that I would. wouldn't let her vape. So I took it from her. I had a windshield cover on my floor in my back seat, and I put it in there.

I remember this, because I thought it'll be hard to see in the black, and she won't find it. Well, that day got worse, and she begged me for the vape. I gave in, because she was really not okay. I went to grab it, and it wasn't in the cover. She checks under the seat, nothing. I looked through the cover fully and we never found it. We searched for it, off and on, for about a month until we said that my car ate it. Well, she has left that job, and so have I.

This was six months to a year later. I cleaned that car fully, and on the back seat, plain as day, under a windshield washer fluid bottle, is her black vape. My seats are gray, and it didn't blend in that great. I had looked on the back seat a few times in our looking because I was planning to give it back to her so she could sell it. I picked up the vape, looking at it, very confused. I took a photo when we both laughed our back ends off. She was so happy that it went missing in the end.

She hasn't started it back up, and I'm very proud of her for that. If you're hearing this girl, you're awesome, and I'm so happy that me and my car could help you kick it. That is all the vapes that I knew of in my car, the two sitting in my driver's side cove thing. But now I have three. So let me tell you about the one that is 100% a glitch. Vap 3, how the hell did I get you?

So this Saturday, I'm driving home from work. I bought this dashboard phone holder, and these little rubber holders fell off. One flew at my leg, and I'm looking for it on the seat, between the seats, and then I think maybe it's in the e-break area. So I sigh and reach in past the weird, hard-wire stuff, so things can't fall in there. But this car is old, and stuff does get in there. I feel this really big, odd thing.

It's not the rubber thing at all. I carefully grab it and pull it out, and here is VAPE number three. It's a mermaid look and cut. color. My co-worker never had this vape that I can recall. I took a photo and she said maybe it was hers, but she doesn't think so. And I don't think it is. She mostly had the black one, but either way, she only ever lost the black one. I also am the second owner of this car, more like third, but either way, I have dug in there many times just to make sure it's clear, because it's my e-break and you never know, and I do know that stuff has fallen in there.

I'm not one to give rides to others all that much. I can name five people that have been in my car, and the only one that vaped or smoked, besides the original owner, was my co-worker. And I've put my hand in that e-break thing a few times. The only thing I can think is maybe a mechanic dropped it, but my car hasn't been in the shop for months. And I'm sure that I checked that e-break since then. Also, the mechanic I go to are all men.

And this is for sure a female vape. Hi, Raven. A little background story. This glitch happened exactly at the moment when it had to happen. To prove to my mom that glitches are real and that they do happen. But also to prove to myself once again that when you wish for something with a purpose, it comes true. This follows me all my life.

Another interesting thing about glitches, which I have noticed in others too, when I watch videos about glitches, they happen within a short time. It doesn't have to be a rule, of course, and many times it's not. The most interesting thing that led to this glitch was that this time,

I wanted a slightly different glitch, considering that, so far, I'd only had those glitches with things disappearing and magically reappearing, or just disappearing things that were supposed to be in a certain place. I've also had those with duplication as well, and some of loss of time with no memory of what happened during the loss of time. First, I wanted a glitch in which I could see myself, as many people experience in your story.

but then I think a little bit and asked myself if I really wanted to. I was afraid that it would be too scary. Then, I just wanted a different glitch. But I was imagining glitches with my mom. And here is the glitch. That day I lost my credit card and was told that the card was found and was waiting for me in a store. I told my daughter that I'd lost the card and that they found it,

but not to tell anything to grandma, my mom, so that grandma doesn't get angry because I lost hers a month ago and just got a new one. After that, and two hours had passed, I was eating in the kitchen, my daughter was in her room and grandma was on the balcony. Suddenly, my mom enters the living room, which is connected to the kitchen,

and asks, did you lose your card again? I laugh and ask her how she knows, believing that my daughter told her because she likes to betray everyone in such situations. And my mom says, Just now, you shouted to her in her room asking if she saw your card. I'm looking at her and I could not believe that this glitch that has happened to others just happened. Because I knew right away that it was a glitch.

Because I didn't say a word when I was eating. And the card wasn't even on my mind. I told my mom that I didn't say anything, and my mom asked me, You're choking with me, right? I started laughing and told her. You see, that's your glitch now. Mom didn't believe it. And another hour later, she thought that me and my daughter were joking, because, as she said,

she could clearly hear me shouting to her in another room, and that my daughter said that she hadn't seen it. What is also very interesting in that whole story, my mom is quite deaf, and the balcony door was closed. There was no way that she would have heard me even if I shouted, and even less heard my daughter from the other room, which, by the way, is on the other side of the apartment. In July of 2003, my daughter and I saw a movie trailer that caught our attention, because it had had a movie trailer. David Harbour in it, which caused us both to immediately exclaim, Hopper, at the same time, since he played as a character with that name in a show that we both like. This, of course, got us to watch the commercial to see if the movie might be worth watching.

The trailer was about a young kid that was a video game player and wanted to be a race car driver. He appeared to be about 10 years old, blonde and light-skinned. in one part that my daughter and I both remember David Harbour was down on one knee to be at eye level with the kid outside the passenger side door of a race car giving him a pep talk that amounted to you can do anything that you set your mind to

I pointed out that the kid looked a lot like Haley Joel Osmond in the sixth sense and we pulled up a trailer for that movie to compare them my daughter agreed that they did look very similar The trailer said the movie was Grand Turismo, and would be in theaters within the next month, and since we also played video games and, like, inspirational stories, we decided to watch it when we could. But timing when it came out wasn't the greatest for us, so we decided to wait until it was available on a streaming service that we were subscribed to. In March, we were wanting to watch a movie, so I checked for that one.

sure enough, it was available on our streaming service, so we enthusiastically watched it. A good half hour into it, we were wondering why we hadn't seen the main character yet. David Harbour, though his personality seemed a lot different than in the trailer, was in it. And the storyline was the same, but the only kids were older, and the main one was dark hair with dark skin. We waited thinking the kid we saw in the trailer just hadn't shown up yet. But another half hour in, we were pausing it, checking for movies that David Harbor was in, to see if we somehow got the movies mixed up. But no, this was the only movie like it that he had been in.

So we figured that maybe the kid only played a small role, and the scene we remembered was near the end. So we went ahead and finished the movie, but there were never any kid. even similar looking, let alone that age. And David never had a pep talk scene like that. We even went back and looked at the trailer for the movie, but they were completely different than the trailer that we saw and obviously fit the movie that we watched instead.

We both agreed that we had never seen these new trailers, but could never find any trailer like the one that we saw back in July. Hi. So, basically, Basically, I, 18 male, was babysitting for my cousins, one-year-old daughter two days ago, since I had free time on my hands, and also because their house has a snooker pool, and I wanted to help them out because the parents had to go out of town for some event. So I called my only two friends to accompany me while they were gone for two days.

The first day was fun. We ordered takeout, played on our PlayStation, played some snooker, all whilst the baby was peacefully having the time of her life chewing on her toys and sleeping. It was 8 o'clock when I asked my friend to go get some milk since we ran out, and I had to feed her before she slept. I changed her pads and I went to the kitchen to wash her bottle feeder because of the residual milk from a few hours ago. My friend returned with the milk, and as I took it to the kitchen, my jaw dropped. there was perfectly warm milk inside the bottle with its cover closed. I yelled for my friend thinking he was playing a prank on me, but he assured me that he wasn't.

And I believed him because, well, he was outside. And I threw away the remainder of the milk whilst he was outside. And I kept the empty bottle on the counter, closed. And also, the pan that I used to warm the milk was clear. from the last time I washed it. I was also sure that the last batch of milk from the container was given to her a few hours ago, because I threw away the milk carton. I checked for the empty carton in the bin, and to my surprise, it was there, empty.

I had no idea what to do. I started shivering, and my friend asked me to drop the act, since he thought I was playing a prank on him. But God knows that I wasn't. I wish. I poured the milk in a glass because no way in hell was I about to give the girl this milk. It pasteurized the new batch, and I gave it to her. Now I was extremely curious, and I was having trouble sleeping, so I got up and went to the kitchen,

and I drank the milk from the glass to see if it was real. It tasted fine, except for the fact that there was no infamil infant formula in it, which made it even weirder because I was, wasn't allowed to give her just the milk. I shrugged the event off until today, when I got the worst, let's just say, stomach issue, ever. I don't know what would have happened if I gave her the milk which magically appeared. I don't know what to think of it, but this is one of the most terrifying moments of my life. Me and my friend have kept it as a secret because I'm pretty sure no one would believe us.

It's a feeling that I can never explain to somebody. Any theories as to what happened? Hi, Raven, big fan here. I've been a listener for a while now and have always been fascinated by the glitch in the Matrix stories, but never believed it's to happen to me until today. To start, I was home alone doing household things

like tidying up my room, doing laundry, etc. I have a pair of shoes that I've been meaning to clean. I decided to wash those up, and because I'm impatient, I went ahead and threw them into the dryer. No big deal. I've done this countless times. Well, after doing that, I went to my kitchen and began preparing something to eat. That took me about 20 minutes.

The dryer was still running just fine. I then went to sit at my kitchen table at a spot where I'm facing away from the long. laundry area, so it's to my back. I'm enjoying my food and watching YouTube, and suddenly, my dryer blares this annoying beeping noise. I ignore it, thinking that it may have just overheated and shut off, and this is normal. So I take a few bites and get up to go see what the issue is. As I'm walking over, I notice that one of my shoes is now sitting in front of my dryer on its side, while the other one is inside. You may be thinking I must have accidentally dropped it

before shutting the dryer door and not realized it. But no. As I picked the shoe up, it was really hot, meaning it was definitely in that dryer because I washed them with cold water, which further proves this claim. I went ahead and grabbed the shoe that was in the dryer, and guess what?

They both had the exact same. same temperature. Mind you, the dryer door was not open when I walked up. It was shut, as I left it earlier. I thought to myself, how weird, and then proceeded to just throw them back in and turn the dryer on. I then texted my boyfriend about it, who was also an avid listener of your podcast. We exchanged our how weirds and it's a glitches, and I carried on with my meal.

I finish up, and I turn around to stare at my dryer, still feeling uneasy. I step a bit closer as I need to get to my kitchen. The kitchen is between my table and the laundry area. But to my horror, in real time, I see the shoes somehow appear outside of the dryer. And then about two seconds later, the dryer door opens. As if someone grabbed the shoe out, but the order was backwards? By now, I'm internally freaking out and texting my boyfriend some more. I then rush over to grab my shoes and place them on top of the dryer to air dry instead.

And to mention now, after experiencing this, I feel extremely lightheaded and dizzy. I guess the universe just had a problem with me drying my shoes faster. I don't have any evidence for it, but I swear that I saw what I think is Jupiter. moving on Thursday night. I looked at a star map, and if I'm correct, what I saw was Jupiter. The night was really cloudy, so maybe that had something to do with it, but when I saw this, the clouds had passed. I was looking at the sky, looking for a particular star I saw the other day,

and I noticed I didn't see it. The moving star or planet wasn't what I had seen before, but I thought that it was. I was in my front yard instead of the back and didn't think much about the angle. Anyway, I noticed nothing under the moon, and then suddenly a bright star-looking thing appeared. It moved kind of like a firefly. It went up and down in a little zag, until it found its place and stayed put. I want to note that it was very clear and fast movement that was not obstructed, by clouds.

At first I thought it was a bug, but it stayed the same size the whole time and stayed in place. I kept checking to see if it had moved. I thought it was a drone or a plane or something, but no, it stayed put. It looked a lot like a bright star. Then, later that night,

both the moon and Jupiter disappeared. It looked like they were behind clouds, but I couldn't see any light from the moon at all, where I had been able to before. The next night I checked, no moon or weird star again, and then I left it be. I did a little research and realized the moon didn't seem like it was in the same phase that it was supposed to be in. It was probably the clouds making it look brighter, but the moon looked very full on

Thursday night, and was not supposed to be for my area. Tonight, the moon is back, and so is the weird star that I think is Jupiter. But everything is normal. The moon is in normal phase. The star isn't moving or flashing. I do have a crappy video from the night of, but it features no movement nor disappearances. Maybe it was just me, but I swear I saw this. Any ideas?

or similar experiences? This occurrence happened when I was in high school. This was when people only had flip phones, and not many teenagers even had cell phones. Texting was also very different. Anyways, my mom and I were arguing, and it was loud. The second we stopped, my mom received a text message saying, Are you guys done yet?

Kind of weird, right? Well, it gets we looked at the number of who sent it, and it was my mom's number. We were both super creeped out by this at the time, but we brushed it off as a glitch, not in the Matrix, but a technology glitch. We were very quiet the rest of the night. Years later, when I heard about glitches in the Matrix, I thought this very well could have been one. I mean, how bizarre is it to have a text message sent at the second we stopped arguing, and from my mom's cell phone number? Thanks for letting me share my story.

I have others for a different day. Okay, this is going to sound crazy, because I know how it sounds, but trust me when I say that this felt too real to be part of my imagination. Basically, I watched my little cousin from time to time, and my auntie always leaves the keys for me. Now, this key was different, but I didn't have it in me to question it because I thought my cousin left his keys. And it opened the doors, no problem. There were three keys to it with a lanyard connected.

And when I got inside, I put the stuff down, and my auntie's key was on the counter. I thought that maybe she forgot them. After telling my auntie this, I tried looking for the keys that I used to open the doors, but they were gone. Literally nowhere in sight, just gone. I know that this sounds crazy. I felt them, saw them, and I used them, but they are nowhere to be found, and everyone else had their keys. So what key did I use? How did I get inside?

And where are the keys that I used? I can tell you exactly how they looked, how they felt, but I won't have proof because I don't actually have the keys. They disappeared. It's like I pulled them out of thin air and they disappeared after they served their purpose. I honestly want answers, because now it looks like I'm going crazy when I clearly know what I saw, used, touch, and... No. But how can I explain this? My cousins probably think this is kind of like a scene to a movie, but it felt too real. It was real.

And to complete this crazy day, my cousin said something that made it feel like I've lived this day before. What the heck is happening? I'm freaking out. I have a short one for you that just happened to me a couple of days ago. I've been carrying three marbles to show that I have not lost all my marbles. It's a little joke that I like to tell. There's one round, clear one,

and two that are flat on one side that's used for decorations. I have been carrying these for several years, and they're the only marbles that I own. Well, one fell out of my pocket. It was the round, clear one. I reached into my pocket to see if I still had the two other flat ones. Well, I found one flat and one round clear one. Now, somehow, I have two round clear ones and one flat one.

The second clear one is a little longer than the other one. I looked for the other flat one, and I can't find it. I live just outside of a big city in the U.S. and I get the bus all the time from my house to the center of town. There are a few different buses that go to my area, but only two that drop me off right outside of my house. That being the number 12 and the number 13, and occasionally the number 12A as well. I was waiting for a bus to take me home from town the other night, and I saw the number 12 approaching. excellent, I thought to myself, because it's got a shorter route than the number 13.

So I got on and sat down. Now, I've caught the bus hundreds and hundreds of times, so I know the route blindfolded, and I could tell that we were not driving the way the number 12 usually goes. However, it also wasn't the route the number 13, nor the number 12A goes either. We were driving through a part of town that I don't recognize. I'm freaking out, thinking that I must have seen the wrong number and gotten on the wrong bus. So I look out the window and try to see what services are listed on the bus stops that we pass. I see number 49, number 23, and number 24.

Bollocks, I've definitely gotten on the wrong bus, I think, to myself. I shout over to the only other person riding the bus. bus and ask him what bus this is, and he yells that it's the number 13, which confuses me even more. Sure enough, we eventually end up on the route the number 13 takes and I get home. When the bus leaves, I look, and it is indeed the number 13. I can't stop thinking about that ride, as it freaks me out how I can't explain what I saw and what happened.

I can understand misreading the bus number. even though I distinctly remember thinking about how the 12 was faster than the 13, but the route being wrong, and the signs confirming it, baffles me.