As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Vol 29 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: July 1, 2026

Today we have 23 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 December 2023 & April/May of 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: 1:10 Story 2: 7:51 Story 3: 13:38 Story 4: 17:59 Story 5: 23:18 Story 6: 28:51 Story 7: 31:51 Story 8: 36:18 Story 9: 39:01 Story 10: 40:44 Story 11: 49:08 Story 12: 55:49 Story 13: 58:46 Story 14: 1:01:37 Story 15: 1:07:40 Story 16: 1:12:15 Story 17: 1:17:48 Story 18: 1:20:56 Story 19: 1:23:14 Story 20: 1:25:27 Story 21: 1:28:40 Story 22: 1:30:31 Story 23: 1:31:32 ----- Disclaimer ➤ Episodes include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Listener discretion is always advised. ALL Audio and visuals on this podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format. Bless This Mess. None of my audio is AI Generated, I am a real person reading real stories into a real microphone. Note: The podcast nor the host endorses any advertisements played during the podcast, ads are not chosen by ATRD or Raven Adams, they are chosen automatically by the advertisement systems by the platforms that host the podcast. I do not endorse, support, or promote any opinions or statements made in any adverts played during the show. #ScaryStories #UnexplainedMysteries #GlitchInTheMatrix ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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We're already in July, which I like to ask, how did that even happen? But last time I asked that to anybody, somebody made a comment about how I didn't understand how calendars work and how July was immediately after June. So I don't think it was you guys, anyone here that made that comment. I think it was YouTube. Anyway, we're already in July, July 1st, to be exact, and that's crazy. The weather definitely feels like July. It's raining and it's been super hot. My watch says it's 67, which is actually good.

So it's good right now. Earlier two days ago, it was 110 with heat index. And that was on top of the almost 80% humidity here in Minnesota. It was not a fun day. Anyway. Hopefully, you guys enjoy this collection. It is a scary stories for sleep or scary source dark dreams, I guess. It's the better way to put that, that's what's actually called.

Of glitch stories, of course. and I'm talking too much for this being a sleep episode. My apologies. I hope you're all doing well. Hope you guys enjoy the stories, but, uh... Yeah. Until next time. Much love.

Sleep well. I have a bit of a silly glitch that I wanted to share with you. As it was weird and I really don't know what to make of it. It's not scary at all. It's not even that eventful, and I'll try not to make it too long, but... It's the only glitch that I'm not. I've had happened to me, so I guess I'm a bit excited to share it. I've never experienced anything paranormal or anything, so this was a bit of a shock. To start it off, I guess I should explain the

situation a little bit. I live in an apartment with my cousin, so it's just me and her that are ever here. She doesn't really bring anyone over, I don't bring people over, so there's no way that a third party is involved in what happened. I'm a bit of a water snob. I don't like tap water at all. The tap water here is too hard, and when I drink it, it gives me really bad tonsil stones, which is just gross,

so I don't drink it. I used to buy cases of water bottles, but I started feeling bad about all the plastic waste that I was producing, so I instead bought one of those big five-gallon jugs from Walmart. It's one of the ones that you can bring back to Walmart and pay to refill with the Primo brand water, which is very heavily filtered. I also bought a water pump for it from Amazon for like $15, and I keep the jug in my room on my desk. It's been an absolute god scent for me, and it makes a lot less waste.

So, I'm happy. My cousin isn't like me at all when it comes to this kind of stuff. and she makes fun of me for it, meaning she doesn't come into my room to use it or anything like that. I also have about 20 bottles of water in my room for the times when the big jug gets empty and I need to go to Walmart to fill it, just as a kind of temporary backup. Okay, that all put out there, here's the glitch. Last week, I was home sick for most of the week. I caught a bug that thankfully was not COVID, but it was enough to knock me down for three days. I'm grateful that I had the sick time and was able to stay home because I was miserable.

During this time, I ended up drinking a lot of water, because I was feeling non-stop thirsty. Unfortunately, on day two of me being sick, I ended up drinking the last of my five gallons. Feeling like I was, I wasn't going to go to Walmart to refill it yet, because I didn't think I would be able to carry it out of the store full without falling over. I took the pump off, replaced the cap on the bottle, and pulled my case of water bottles out from under my desk, so that I had them easily accessible. I got through one or two of those bottles before passing out for the night. Here's where the glitch happened, and I honestly cannot explain it.

When I woke up the next morning, I was grope. I got up and went to the bathroom to do my routine. When I came out, I reached for a bottle of water, which was sitting on my desk right by my five-gallon jug. But paused. The jug that was empty just the night prior was now about a third of the way full. I swear I stared at it for like five minutes, trying to piece together the whole situation. I know it was empty. I had tilted it to suck all the water out of it with the pump, and it was completely dry.

I had taken the pump off to put it on the USB charger, which I only do when it's empty, yet it was sitting there in front of me with close to two gallons left. The pump was still plugged in, and the cap was still on it. So it wasn't like I just imagined taking it off when it was empty. A few things to kind of cover the logical possibilities. First, I know for a fact that it was completely empty. It's obvious when it's empty. The bottle weighs nothing.

You can see the water level as the plastic is clear with a slight blue tint. Plus, like I mentioned, I had tilted it to get the last of the water out. If it still had two-ish gallons in it when I was... using it, I would not have been able to do that. One thought that I had was maybe my cousin had refilled it, but that wouldn't make sense. When you refill it, you pay for the full five gallons. So for her to sneak into my room while I'm asleep, grab the water jug, take it to Walmart, pay for five gallons of water, and then fill it with two, and then sneak it back into my room

without me noticing, it just doesn't work. The water that was in it was definitely not tap water. It was absolutely the filtered water that comes from the Primo machines. I tested it with my little PPM meter that I have from back when I had a zero water pitcher, which got broken when we moved in, and the meter read that it was 12, versus the couple hundred ppm that comes from the sink. I did this because I also had that thought that maybe she'd filled it with the sink water just to mess with me. I also asked her if she'd filled it, and she told me that she hadn't.

If she was playing a prank, I feel like she would have fessed up to it. Otherwise, there was no reward for the risk. So, by the end of this, I had two gallons of water in my jug, with no way for it to have been filled. but yet it was. Like I said, this isn't scary at all I know, just really weird and I really cannot explain it. If anyone has any thoughts, I would love to hear them because I'm at a point where I'm 99% certain

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but they either didn't seem of note or didn't leave any substantial evidence that it actually happened. I've been a fan of your storytelling for about a year now, so I'm kind of excited to share my latest occurrence that I currently have physical, circumstantial proof of taking place. This glitch all stems from a pizza shop I run with my girlfriend. She's the general manager, and I'm the assistant manager, and an awful early morning hour that our shop got broken into. This happened a few months ago, and by the time one of us got there to open the shop that day, it was disgustingly apparent that someone broke through the glass door.

They stole a couple of things, along with our registered drawer, half-hazardly ripping out the cords and everything. Quite the mess. We immediately informed upper management after calling the police, as we needed a replacement drawer as soon as humanly pawned. Upon receiving the new drawer, we hastily installed it into our system network. As with anything that locks, this drawer also came with two keys, little ones, on a single key ring. My girlfriend promptly tossed them in her purse, as they weren't ever remarkably necessary. We only ever need the keys in case of an emergency like a power outage or something. as the drawer opens itself with any cash transaction, or when a managerial function is executed.

All was right again on that front, and we were good to go. So, about a month ago, my girl was looking for something in her purse. It's one of those cute, tiny backpack types, so a plethora of random things end up at the bottom. Amongst the array of items, she had an arbitrary amount of keys. Some of which were these six odd little silver keys. She picked them out of the assortment and casually asked me, What are these for? So I equally responded with a casual shrug.

After on closer inspection, I noticed a short serial number of sorts on them and tried Googling them, but to no avail. I had to note that all six had the same serial number and were actually identical to each other, pressing them next to one another showed the teeth of each key lining up perfectly. At this point, we're both getting weirded out, as we cannot recall where these keys even came from, so we did a quick rundown of all the keys on hand.

One was to her old car that was totaled in a wreck a long time ago. Another was a copy of our old apartment key, as we live in a house now. And there was even a small key to a padlock we had on a storage. closet a few years ago. That's all aside from the keys to our current cars and the ones to the doors around our house. A nice

jumble, I know, yet no recollection of these exact six keys in question. Maybe they were for the filing cabinet at work. Maybe for the walk-in cooler. No clue. Except that we thought they looked like

the keys to the new register drawer. But as we haven't needed to use them yet, we were ultimately unsure. Also, coupled with the fact that there were only two keys, not six. The next noteworthy circumstance is that the six keys came in sets of two, but were all connected, just like the original two keys on a single key ring. The other two pairs came on their own respective key rings, but were all linked together by the rings. So, it seemed like something that was intentionally done. Then I asked her if she linked them together like that, and she quickly said,

No? I proceeded to ask if she might have absent-mindedly done it one day and forgot about doing it, and she annoyingly said, no, there was only the two. We both knew there was only two. We were dumbfounded, with no obvious explanation, so we dropped it for the time being. Now, for the kicker. The next day, I took all six keys to work as I opened that day. There is no way I wasn't going to at least try to see if they fit into anything around the shop

and unlocked whatever they might fit into. Even more so, I needed to know if these were, in fact, for our register's drawer. Well, as it turns out, they are. They all work for unlocking the drawer, all six of them, as they are identical to each other. These three pairs of keys that ended up connected by the key rings, somehow, within my girlfriend's purse, are the keys to our new register drawer. No idea how this happened, or how it even could happen. It seemed wholly physically impossible. Yet there I stood, with six keys to this drawer, a drawer that came fresh out of the box with only two keys.

Weird stuff, man. Okay, so you tell me, glitch, or just really strong premonition. This happened in the summer of 2000. The night before I was supposed to have my senior portraits made, so it's very vivid still. because it was the most crazy thing I have ever experienced. I will say that I have always had really strong premonitions about things. I just chalked it up to being an observant person. Anyway, my mother was away, caring for an aunt with cancer.

My dad and brother had both worked outside that day, and had horrible allergies, so they took Benadryl and were out. Nobody to talk to about how I was feeling, so I called my mother. It was around 10 p.m., but I called anyway, and she answered. I told her, Mom, I cannot go to sleep, because if I go to sleep right now, I'm not going to wake up. She asked for clarification, but all I could tell her for sure was,

if I fall asleep in my bed right now, I'm going to die tonight. I can just feel it. She chalked it up to being nervous. sick aunt, mom gone a lot, really bad break up the Christmas before that kept me a mess, since he would never really just go away. She told me to stretch out on the sofa and to sleep there. So, I made my spot on the sofa. About an hour and a half later, I started feeling silly, so I grabbed my pillow and went to my bed. I barely dozed off when I was awoken by what sounded like rushing water, and then,

my window bursting in. That's when I saw the smoke and flames. The house next door had caught fire, and was fully engulfed, and because the houses were so close, hours caught. I got us out. I got fire and police there. I even had to have an officer get my car out of my parking spot, because as I pushed the brakes to put it into the gears, the brake pads melted to the tires. He did get it free. The only part of our house that caught fire was my bedroom. My dad called my mother to tell her what had happened, and she screamed for him to hand me the phone. She asked, How the hell did you know what was going to happen? I didn't. I just had the strongest feeling that I cannot explain going into a deep sleep in my bed at that time meant that I would never wake up.

My bed was against the windows and the charred ceiling was on what was left of my bed. To this day, she says it's the strangest phone call she's ever gotten from me, and I still cannot explain how I knew that my room was not safe that night. I just know that if I had gone to bed, I would have been killed in that house fire. Instead, we all got out safely and insurance fixed the damage to my room. In the end, it was a bad try at insurance fraud by the neighbor who lit candles all over his house, let all the cats in the room with the candles, and then left the house. So the neighbor was fine.

A horrible human, but fine. I posted this on the glitch in the Matrix sub, and it was removed for having no witnesses. Despite having my mother and the phone calls, the entire police and the police and fire departments, my dad and brother who were in the house when I woke them to get us out. Somewhere my parents even have video of the damage for the insurance company. The fact that it was removed so quickly when so many other stories actually have zero witnesses makes me feel even more odd about sharing this story. But it's bothered me forever.

So glitch? Or just a gut feeling? So this just happened to. me a few weeks ago, and I finally got the chance to sit down and write this out. I've been going on some dates here and there, trying to find someone to spend the holidays with. I matched with this one guy, and we started talking pretty quickly. He was really nice and funny, and his quips and way of talking actually reminded me of myself.

I thought that we jived really well, so when he asked for the first date, I was pretty excited. onward to the first date, which was a little over a month ago. We had a great time. He told me about how he worked at some big data company, like he worked on servers or something for them. He joked about his family because he was smack dab in the middle of a whopping nine kids, but talked about how he didn't want kids. I don't either, so I thought that that was a relief.

He talked about where he lived and how he had a weird neighbor, and again, made a long joke about how he acts like he's undercover and made up this whole story about him. He told me about one of his favorite hobbies, which was resin work. He made custom dice, containers, vases, all sorts of things. In fact, he showed me a keychain that he'd made. Overall, it was a great night, and I was already prepared. for a second date with him. We continued talking, and we had a date planned, but then I got sick, so we had to postpone. We finally got to have our second date, and that's when things got weird.

We went to a restaurant that I had never been to, but when I walked in, I immediately got this feeling of deja vu. At first I thought, okay, no big deal that's happened before, and just proceeded to find my date in the crowd. He greeted me, and I made my way over to the table. Just like our first date, he complimented my outfit and made the same cheesy line of it matching my eyes. But then, our conversation was the same from our first date, nearly word for word. He asked me how my day went, specifically with one of my classes. I'm taking an optional course for my work, which he also asked me on our first date. Then he asked me more about my job, the same questions that he'd asked

before. I recall that because I hate having to repeat myself, like when people aren't listening, so normally repeating something like that would annoy me, but he seemed to genuinely be asking, like we had never mentioned it before. So I asked about his job, phrasing it like I already knew, because I did. And I asked, you work on data servers, right? He looked at me curiously, almost as if he was trying to remember if he told me,

but the way that he explained it was the exact same. He told me about his siblings, telling me the same things he told me the first time. Our conversation turned to hobbies in free time, and he mentioned his resin work, and once again pulled out his keychain to show me. It was actually really unsettling at the time, and it made me think that maybe I'd had a really lucid dream or something.

But he even mentioned this being our second date, so this was definitely happening for a second time. I even tried to see if I could sway the conversation, and I asked about the restaurant, since I wasn't familiar with it, but he would then end up asking me questions from our first date, and it would go right back to where we were. It was such a weird feeling, and I couldn't understand what was happening. I eventually stopped trying to fight it, and just went along with the night, pretending like I had never heard the things that he was telling me. And like I never told him the things I did that night.

When we finished for the night, he walked me to my car, and we talked about getting together again, and I agreed. He was still a great guy, but that date was just... Odd. We've been talking ever since, and he suggested another date. This time, not at a restaurant, so I'm hoping that it won't happen a third time. But the whole date still confounds me, and I have no explanation for it. I haven't heard of whole days or conversations being repeated in that sense, but it definitely seems like a glitch or a replay in reality.

I'll let you know if our third date repeats because I may have to ask him about it too. And hopefully it confirms that I'm not crazy. I just recently came across your channel and subscribed, as I like to listen to these stories as I fall asleep. I was listening to a video of yours from a couple of weeks ago when I heard a story so similar to my story. own experience, than I was encouraged to share. It was specifically a story about misplaced objects that you assume you just look over a million times,

only for them to reappear exactly where you left them. Usually, when this happens to me, it's a small object thrown in with many other small or cluttered objects. Say a pen on a desk, or an item of makeup spread among other products that I spend an unreasonable amount of time staring at and moving items around before I finally find what I'm looking for. This is easy for me to chalk up to just being scatterbrained or not paying attention. But I had an experience, probably around my first or second year of high school, that I still find extremely odd to this day. This would have been around 2010 or 2011.

I was a teenager and a heavy school. sleeper, so I would not rely on my phone alarm to wake me up in the mornings, as it would often end up under my pillows or switched to vibrate. I had a large, old-school digital radio clock, probably from around the early 2000s, given to me by my mom. I used it to clearly see the time, and for the radio as I got ready in the mornings. It was probably about four inches across, three inches wide, and an inch tall with a flat top and a speaker and button for settings, and alarms that were small and clustered together on the left side. The digital face was across the front.

I didn't like having to fiddle with the small buttons on top to set my alarm for the morning, and I hit every wrong button trying to turn it off in my sleepy haze, so I preferred to have a secondary alarm sitting on top of it. This one was a small, round, analog clock that stood on a base. I kept both because, once again, being a sleepy, grumpy teen, it was a task for me to attempt to decipher a tiny clock face in my initial waking moments. Hence, why I kept both. The big clunky radio on the bottom, and the small analog on top.

It was my nightly routine to set my alarm and head to bed. bed. One night, I had fully prepared myself for bed, and I went to set my alarm. When I turned to my nightstand, my digital clock was there, but the smaller alarm, usually sitting firmly on top, was nowhere to be found. Sometimes, in my rush to get ready in the mornings, I would hit it with a blanket or accidentally drag it into bed with me. So I began searching around my bed. It was probably around ten minutes that I spent looking at everything on my nightstand, next to it, behind it, under it, in my bed, under the sheets, pillows, and then under the bed. I was starting to get extremely frustrated, and I knew the longer I stayed up looking for

this stupid alarm clock, the more trouble I would have getting up in the morning. So, I decided to enlist my mom's help in searching for it. I walked down the hall and knocked on her bedroom door. She answered within a minute. I explained that I couldn't find my alarm clock and she followed me back to my room, probably annoyed that she had to get out of bed to help her teen find a misplaced object. I stepped back into my room explaining everywhere that I had already looked and that it was nowhere to be found.

She took one look into my room and said, isn't that it right there? I looked to where she gestured, and there it was, sitting right in its spot on top of the radio, as if I hadn't spent an entire ten minutes looking everywhere for it. I turned back and swore to her that it wasn't there when I left the room, and that there was no way I could have missed it, as I had not only moved and sorted through everything sitting on the nightstand, but it was one thing on top of another,

and it was literally impossible to simply overlook. She laughed and joked that I had a helpful ghost that found it for me, and placed it back there so I could get a good night's rest. I always liked that explanation as it weirdly made me less creeped out than the possibility that our reality is not as it seems. To this day, this is still the weirdest thing I've ever experienced. It's not as wild as some of the other stories I've heard, but it unnerved me all the same.

And I think about it every time something goes missing. I always ask nicely for it to be returned, and then I'll find it shortly after. Thank you for reading, and creating such great content. Thank you. This happened a few months ago, but I think about it daily. For Christmas, my partner gifted me three pairs of earrings, all in one gift set.

one of which was a pair of stars. We stayed at my mother-in-law's house for the holidays, so we were living out of bags and suitcases, and therefore I made sure that I kept the earrings in their box on the bedside table, so as to not lose them. It was a few days after Christmas that we decided to go on a girl's shopping trip in the nearby town. I chose to wear the star earrings that I was gifted, but because I had already worn the other two sets,

and they were in my jewelry bag, this was the last set left in the original box. I put them on, and I left the empty box as a reminder to put all three sets back in when we returned home. As we're leaving, my mother-in-law compliments my earrings, and I jokingly do a pose to show them off. It's a few hours later,

and I'm in a store's changing room trying on clothes, when I notice I'm only wearing one. earring. I didn't feel it fall out, but I checked the cubicle and retrace my steps around the store in hopes that it may have fallen out recently. My mother-in-law even acknowledges that one is missing once we reunite outside the store, so I know for sure that I was wearing them both before we left the house. I cut my losses and accept that it likely fell out hours ago, and it would be impossible to find. So we continue about our day. I leave the lonely earring in as I didn't want to damage it in my purse, but I keep checking it's there every so often.

When we return home, I'm sorting through the items I've purchased and go to put away things when I see the earing box on the bedside table. It has one star earring in it. It's still hooked in to the original card with the backing on it. I just froze, thinking I had lost it. my mind and only put in one earring this morning, and misremembered, but grateful that I still had a complete set after all. I took the earring to the mirror to put it in, and there I see that I'm not wearing the other one. It completely disappeared. I know it was there not even five minutes before, as I had looked in the car mirror just before I came into the house,

but now it's gone. So somehow, I had left the house with two earrings in, came home with none, and found one still in the packaging. Hello, Raven. My husband and I are longtime listeners, and you're usually the last thing we listen to as we fall asleep. Oh, thank you. Well, this story is a little bit different than the usual glitches. Ever since my husband and I got together 11 years ago, we've had your everyday glitches. happen more times than we can count.

We're talking keys, wallet, phone, pen, insert item name here going missing, and then turning up where we know for a fact it never could have been. Or we'd already checked multiple times to know it was never there. Sometimes it would happen once a month, sometimes once a week. And at one point, after my mom passed away almost three years ago, it was happening multiple times a day. Recently, whatever entity has been having fun with this has decided to finally start messing with my sister. All three of us live together. She's never had anything like this happened before. She's 38. And these things didn't happen to neither my husband nor myself

until we started hanging out. But that's just a little backstory for this one. Every time we had a misplaced item, it was just that, an item. But this day was going to be different. Around April, May of 2022, my husband and I had a pretty big argument. I can't even remember what it was about, but I know it was something trivial. We were all still dealing with my mom's sudden passing the year before, and had other family drama going on just adding to our stress. So we just had a moment where we blew up at each other, and we each went to our corners, so to speak. I won't say to cool off, this was one of those stupid arguments where neither of us wanted to admit we were wrong and apologize. So we just stormed off.

After a few hours, my sister comes to ask me if I knew where my husband was, since he was supposed to give her a ride to the store, but she couldn't find him. and the car was here and she also couldn't reach him on his phone. I pull the phone out and do the find-mye for his phone. He has a bad habit of forgetting where he puts his phone or the car keys, so we keep location services on and have an air tag attached to the car keys. I find his phone with his wallet and keys in the garage, so we know that he didn't go anywhere. We don't have a big house, just two floors.

so there's not too many places he could be. After searching the house and yards, we still don't find him. I'm just about to start calling people that he may have tried to walk to, or called for a ride, when we hear someone calling out from the laundry room. Something to know about this room. The door is a bit warped, so it sticks really bad. There's no way to open or close it completely without everyone in the house hearing it. my sister and I had already checked this small room that only has the washer, dryer, and desk for sewing crafts and a chair.

We turned out the light, closed the door completely, and moved on. When we heard the voice coming from the laundry room, the door was still closed tight. We hadn't even left the downstairs, and the light was still off. We opened the door and turn on the light to find my husband sitting in the room. looking like he just woke up from an awkward nap. He had no idea how he'd gotten in there, and he was not there when we had checked. The last thing he remembered was putting his phone wallet and keys on the workbench in the garage, and then waking up in the dark not knowing where he was, and he started to call out.

So, like I said, items disappearing and reappearing are commonplace for us. But my husband, disheartedly. disappearing and reappearing, I only hope that it does not happen again. I know that stories about September 11th, 2001, are a bit outdated now. But my story starts on September 10th. At about 5 o'clock, I left my terrible job and my terrible boss, and then headed for home. I had just bought a condominium on the side of the hill, and loved it. I had a big blue chair that I loved to relax in.

I had big sliding glass doors that looked out over the city. I got home and made a salad for dinner. I sat in my big blue chair and I ate my salad while I was watching TV. I ended up falling asleep in my chair. I dreamed about seeing the nose cone of an airplane coming through my sliding glass door. I could hear screaming. I felt hot. and I could hear glass breaking.

I could also smell what, in my mind, smelled like death. It actually smelled like a grandmother's basement, sort of wet dirt and mold. The dream woke me up out of a dead sleep. I got up, brushed my teeth, and got into bed. The next morning I woke up, did the normal things you do to get ready for work, and drove to my office.

I sat at my computer and started to search the Internet, about what plane crash dreams meant. The browser opened, and I was able to type in what I wanted to know, but when I hit search, the screen went white. About that time, the office assistant came in and said, I just heard a small plane crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City. I said, wow, that's weird. We went into a conference room and turned on the television.

We were watching the news, and they were talking about it. about the plane that had crashed into the World Trade Center. At that moment, we could see on live television another plane. Everybody knows by now that it crashed into the second World Trade Center. As that day progressed, everyone felt unsafe, weird, and violated. I always wonder about why I would dream the night before about plane crashing into my sliding glass doors. I have had intuition and premonitions about things before. They've always been very vague, like this one.

And I know there's nothing I could have done or could have told anyone, but I still feel kind of guilty. I was riding one of those electric scooters for the first time in town with other family members. As we were coming to a crossway, I squeezed too hard on the brakes and went flying over the scooter and onto the sidewalk and grassway. I could feel my arms and knees being scraped up as I skised. get over the sidewalk and into the grass. I raised my arms to assess the damage. My left arm was scraped from my wrist all the way to my elbow, bleeding with gravel and grass mixed throughout the cuts.

My right arm sustains scrapes, mainly on my wrist area with the gravel and grass on it as well. My husband looked down and said, Oh, wow, are you all right? I said, yeah, it just stings. Then I pulled up my pant leg to look at my knees. There were only a few small bruises. I said, well, my pants must have protected my knees then.

Then I went to raise my arms again, wanting to brush off the gravel and grass before attempting to clean it up with wet wipes that I keep on me. As I looked at my arms, there was nothing there, on either arm. No grass, no gravel, no scrapes, not even a bruise. Then, I noticed that the pain was completely gone as well. I looked up at my husband, and we both were confused. I started to say, wait, I thought that, and he finished with, me too. This was a long time ago. I was sitting in a science class studying a book containing various diagrams that the science teacher had asked us to exam.

Despite being able to intensely focus on the book, regardless of the ruckus of the classroom, I could never quite block out the noise of people talking. One trick I would use to help counter this is that I would tune in onto other people's conversations and listen to what they were saying whilst I was reading and studying. This helps manage distractions and noise. whilst reading, I overheard a conversation by the teaching assistant. A teaching assistant is somebody that goes around the room helping pupils one-on-one, although they might also be assigned to pupils with so-called special needs, like myself.

Sometimes they would do both. In this case, she was having a social conversation with one of the disruptive female pupils. They were talking football. She regaled her with an older tale that she, a Scottish teaching assistant, who moved down to England from Scotland, had supported this obscure Scottish football club. And that, previously, she had told another pupil about it, and much to her surprise and delight, found out that the other pupil had heard of the team and supported it. I took a sort of half-assed note about it. It was football and wasn't of much interest to me. I did wonder what the probability would be of a Scottish teaching assistant supporting an obscure Scottish football team in England,

finding another pupil, who I presume is non-Scottish, also supporting said football team. But this isn't where it gets weird. Several days later, on a Friday, and I remember it clearly as I had a weekend to ponder it. I was sitting in a history lesson along with the same Scottish teaching assistant. Now, as a teenager, I was rude and impulsive, and I regret being that kind of jerk, but this is probably one of the only times it paid off. The Scottish teacher started to regale the history teacher with the tale of the football club. I rolled my eyes.

She'd already told this one. Back in the science lesson, a few days earlier. I rudely interrupted and said, She's already told this one before. I commented. Shocked, she looked at me. Why was she shocked? It was true.

No, I haven't, she remarked. I started to experience a sense of vertigo like something had gone very horribly wrong. You haven't? I asked. Nay, she said in her usual Scottish accent. And then angrily she pipped up. But if you know the story so well, you can tell her. Still confused, but confident that I had heard it plain as day,

and she was either losing her marbles in her old age or pulling a prank, I told the history teacher almost word for word what she told the pupil, the fact that she supported an obscure Scottish football club, and the fact that the first pupil she had told both heard of it and supported it. That's right, she pipped, but her voice got low and serious. But I never told anybody. We looked at each other and she said,

Where did you hear it before? Science. The other day. I said we could ask the science teacher to verify. She overheard the conversation. We headed down to the science teacher as soon as the history lesson was over. I was confused. Was this an elaborate prank?

I was going to make sure to keep tabs on both their faces to see if there were any tells that they were lying. But when we got down there, the science teacher said she had never told the story. Their faces told me that neither were lying. I was shocked. I said to the Scottish teaching assistant, I don't know what to tell you. This is where I heard it.

She replied, I believe you. There'd be something weird going on. The week after, I even identified which pupil she said. spoke to, but even they said they never spoke with her. That same Friday, I was walking home. The weirdness of the day was already overwhelming. The vertigo was still there.

You can only describe it as the kind of sensation you'd get if you got off after spinning around many, many times on a children's roundabout, but also were shook up. I was attempting to logically process this. I generally don't express emotions. When I saw a man working in a field, and I had the most bizarre sense of intense murderous anger out of nowhere. What the hell was going on? I never get strong emotions for anything. I just ignored it and kept walking.

Then, finally, I saw it, whenever it was. I still remember the weather in the sky, the thick, dark gray clouds hanging low. The clouds had pulled back to reveal this silver object in the sky. It was silver gray, metallic, reflective, shiny, and it kind of looked like a bubbled egg shape. I was attempting to analyze it rationally. I thought maybe it was a children's toy blimp, one of those silver ones. It looked like part of the outer hole was spinning and going into the back tail section. What the hell?

I wasn't ready for such weirdness. It must be a children's blimp. It angled up at a 45-degree angle stationary, and just instantly accelerated to a high speed into the cloud, as if it had just realized it had been spotted and was fleeing the scene. What the heck? Was it observing me?

Was it responsible for the weird stuff earlier? It was too high up to be a children's blimp. as high as the rain clouds. It angled itself unlike a children's blimp as blimps don't point up, and moved too fast to be a children's blimp. They don't just shoot off. Everything I knew about aviation at the time, we don't have any aircrafts that work like that. I started this empty space dumbfounded. I did my best to memorize as many details as I could. I was someone who didn't think UFOs were even real before then. I had insisted time before that they were all explainable phenomena.

When I tried to tell people, naturally nobody would believe me. And how could I prove it? I had no proof. I couldn't tell you exactly how high up it was, or how fast it went. But that day was the single weirdest day in my life. I've never quite had a day like it since. I wonder if it was somehow responsible for what happened at the school, but then, what did it do? Move me to an alternate timeline?

Does this mean UFOs are some sort of time machines? And how did it do it without me noticing? Or what if, even more bizarrely, it is totally unconnected. And why did the sense of vertigo only happen after the time? teaching assistant told me she had never told the story before. Why even vertigo? I've hardly told anybody else about this story, on account of how weird it sounds, but your channel makes me feel that I should share it. Hopefully it gives someone else some insight. Hello, I submitted to you a story about five months ago about my town's shopping schedule and the signal tower on a

my way to my old high school and current evening school. Yes, you did, and I read it. The first event goes as such, for a little refresher. There was a signal tower near my town's second cemetery and the second mass grave memorial. The tower had a steady red light that you could see only through the night. When asked, my sister, her friends, classmates, and parents say that it has always been there. but for me it hadn't. It appeared in April of 2003, and onwards. At first, I thought something bad might have happened to me on my trip to Italy, which brings us to why I'm writing to you again.

The tower has now disappeared. September of 2023 up to now, November 22nd, 2023, the tower isn't there. I've passed that road five times by now, and it was all between dusk and nighttime. There's no sign of it anywhere. I've asked my family and my sister's friend, and they cannot seem to recall such a tower ever existing. I haven't asked my classmates yet because I'm a bit scared they might think I'm losing it. And, just to add fuel to the fire, this school here feels wrong.

Classes felt wrong. Relationships between my classmates felt wrong and the behavior of the teachers are a bit odd. I have a teacher who I have struggled with being able to keep up and understanding his lessons, and his behavior towards me when I try to participate or ask questions about the classes. And the facial expressions he's making, and even some comments have made me feel as if I'm dumb. I have dyslexia and ADHD, and his lessons and way of teaching make them flare up in such an annoying way. Last year, his aura was pine green, but this year his aura was different. Most days it was grayish black, until today his aura had changed to a violet pink.

To add something a bit more, the whole wrongness that I feel, I'm not the only one. My dad and my sister feel it too. Dad was the first to voice it one afternoon as we were driving to school, and he complained about how this school year feels so wrong. My sister agreed, but couldn't pinpoint why. Then, I added that I too felt that it was wrong and said that my new classroom feels unbalanced, and that our dynamic as a class is off in comparison to last years. No one knew was added.

Last year it felt like a small family, but now I sense something cold and dark. The atmosphere is tense with some classmates, and my communication with them feels far harder to achieve, and for conversation to flow. It's been months. Another teachers of ours noted how we all bonded so quickly as a class, and the new second grade, we are the third grade now, hasn't come close like we had. Yes, I sense the bond between my classmates. It does feel like a family, but the dark, cold, and tense feeling is there looming over us. I hear passive-aggressive comments from classmates toward each other, or about classmates when they're not in the room, and it breathes an air of distrust in me. And to tie everything in a nice little bow, I sensed the same

disconnect and dark energy in last year's third grade, when they were in the very same classroom as we are now, last year. A few of the odd things that have happened since my post about the tower are surviving COVID for the second time. Me too. Experiencing an earthquake that felt like an explosion that pushed me from sitting on my bed to laying down on it, and with its force, I hit my head on the wall. And then throughout the day we had multiple. smaller earthquakes. There have been multiple wildfires surrounding my area, and yet nothing getting harmed. Surviving a category of five storm while traveling across my country, which later turned into a

tornado that destroyed my dad's hometown, and flooded my country with water that could fill the Sahara Desert up to 25%. Then, a week later, after the storm turned tornado, at night, my sister and I, along with our dad, were awakened by the sound and flashing of lights and thunder. A cyclone and storm were hitting our town at 3 a.m. The sky was lit up violet and blue as we rushed to gather the laundry and seal the windows. The next day when I referred to the events, no one knew what we were talking about. I was almost run over by a car, but my sister pulled me aside. There was an explosion that happened in my city for,

what reason nobody knows. And we had the northern lights appear over my country, something that hasn't happened before. All of these oddities and wrongness, yet at the same time in some other areas of everyday life, the feeling of rightness. It has me wondering if I changed timelines again. Did I return to an old timeline? So, what do I make of these events? My only theory is that somehow any of these events killed me, returned me, or got me to an

old timeline. And I say old timeline because it feels as if I have been here before. Events that I refer to my parents in the past, and they had no memory of happening, are now being told as if they are a staple family story. And when I try to take credit for reminding them of said event, I'm being cursed. corrected as if they always knew about it. So, any thoughts? The story goes with your glitch in the Matrix stories.

It's pretty short, but something that really confused both my friend and I, and we still can't understand it. So, for a little background, the weather here has finally started warming up, and we've had really nice sunny days. So, today, I want to be a little background. I wanted to show my friend a really cool secluded spot I found in our small town, since it's been so cold and we haven't been able to adventure and enjoy the outdoors. Her and I also both like to smoke,

and it's something we enjoy doing together, in new sesh spots that we find through other people or through exploring. So, anyway, I showed her around the spot. We sat down on some nice little rocks, in a clearing, and we shared our joint that we brought, and just took in the nature vibes and peace around us for a bit. After about 40 minutes, we decided that it was getting a little too windy for our liking, and started collecting our things to head out. Well, as I said, it was very windy and I was struggling a bit putting the joint container and lighter back into

my purse, and right as I let go of the lighter, I felt it missed my bag and fall to the ground. yet I didn't hear a sound. I immediately looked down at the ground, and my lighter was nowhere to be seen. Keep in mind, it's a bright blue lighter, and the ground surrounding us is entirely green and brown. So, a little confused, I check my purse. It's not there. So then I think, okay, maybe it all hit me a little harder than I thought, and I started checking my pockets, and yes, even my hands to see if somehow I just thought I went to put it away.

But no, it wasn't in my jacket or pants pockets. Of course, it wasn't in my hands, and after all that, I checked my purse once again and still couldn't find it. At this point, my friend and I are searching everywhere on the ground, moving grass and plants, checking under our feet, shaking clothes, and checking pockets and purses a third time. Nowhere. We weren't close to an edge or a hole in the ground. And yet this thing seemingly fell out of my hand and out of existence. Never to be seen again.

So, yeah, I know this wasn't the craziest story you've gotten, but I still cannot stop thinking about it. for those not familiar with British TV shows, the hairy bikers were two men with beards and mustaches who rode around on motorbikes doing cooking. Only a few years earlier, before this became news, myself and my parents had a discussion when we saw them appear in a TV advert. One parent said,

I thought one of them had died. This parent doesn't believe in anything ESP-related, In fact, they're typically oblivious of any sort of world affairs. Any major events in the world, odds are, they are unaware of it. The other parents said, No, I think both of them died. The first parent then replied, Well, I know one of them died. He had cancer.

They then asked me, but I said that I didn't know much about the hairy bikers. I then replied that, I guess maybe. one of them died, but I don't know. I'll go check. So, I looked up their page on Wikipedia. And both were reported as being alive. Both parents insisted that they had seen the reports that they were dead. They're not users of the internet.

So it isn't something they just read somewhere, and neither claimed it was a rumor. One insisted they had seen a BBC news report of the Harry Biker's deaths. We had this discussion back in 2022. I'm pretty sure one of them mentioned it in passing back in 2021, but it was mostly brushed off as an, oh, that's sad if it's true. Viewers of this channel will be able to verify for themselves that,

as of February 2024, one of the hairy bikers died. Of cancer. Attached is an article they sent for me to verify, and I can confirm. The title of the article dated February 2024 reads, The Harry Bikers star Dave Myers, who had cancer, dies at 66. Both of my parents had agreed before it had even happened, that one of the Harry Bikers had died, and one had even specified the cause of death being cancer. Upon seeing this news, I remarked perhaps they had seen the future,

or come from an alternate timeline where it already happened. One parent insists the other had died in some sort of accident, where they'd fallen off some bridge, or something similar. Given they were right about the first death, I wonder if they will be right about the second. Me and my husband are quite in shock after experiencing something really weird yesterday. Some background. One year ago, March, 2023, during our travels to Vegas, travels to Vegas, we went to a taco spot called Tacos El Gordo. There was a long line, and while in line, the guy in back of us started making conversation. It was a very high-spirited

guy with braces that explained he was staying at a hotel nearby and had come the previous night with his wife and kids to get some tacos. They really liked the tacos, so they had to come back. He shared that they had flown in from the Pacific Northwest, a bit about his job and his wife's. His wife and children eventually joined him. They hang out for a bit in line with him, and they head back out to find a seat. These details matter later on in this story. We share a bit about ourselves, do some more small talk, and we finally get to the front of the line, order our food, and say goodbye slash nice to meet you. and that's it never see them again totally forget about this incident present day one year later march of twenty twenty four we took a weekend trip to san diego we've never been there so we wanted to check it

out i want to add some context to this day because i think it's important to note all of the things that had to happen or change for the event to have happened First of all, out of all the weekends, it decided to downpour in San Diego this weekend, so we had to readjust our plans. We planned to do those trolley hop-on-hop-off rides to the main sightseeing locations in San Diego. Unfortunately, because it was raining so badly, the trolley decided to limit the number of shuttles that passed by, leaving us stranded in the first location we hopped off. So we came up with a plan B,

which was to make our way to museums in Balbollah Park, to wait for the rain to stop, and then head to a few other neighborhoods once we got some clear skies. Once we got through all of that, we headed back to the neighborhood we were staying at. Tried out a bar, but we weren't feeling the vibe. We walked for a bit and finally decided to head, to where the event occurred.

So, the event. My husband suggested that we should go to a taco spot I'd pinned on Google, called Tacos El Gordo. We weren't too hungry, but we might as well taste it because it had great reviews. There's a huge line. And as we're waiting in line, we realize that this is actually the same Tacos El Gordo as the one in Las Vegas we'd gone to the year before. Cool. Didn't know they had a chain. We start talking about how we'll compare which location was better. There's a couple in front of us, and right in front of them.

We noticed this guy that starts chatting them up. We overheard him making small talk, asking them what they did for a living, etc. I briefly catch a glimpse of this guy, and I mentioned to my husband, Hey, doesn't that guy look like the one we saw in Vegas last year? That'd be funny if it was him, wouldn't it? Then, we stared more carefully. He doesn't have the braces anymore, but that definitely looks like him. We remember that he had his wife and kids, so we tell ourselves, if we see them, then we know for sure it is him.

One minute later, we see them. Holy crap, our faces go white, and we are stunned. To triple confirm, my husband actually goes up to the guy and asks him, Hey, this might sound weird, but did you happen to be in Vegas last year? And also went to Taco Sal Gordo while there? The guy confirmed that he had been. He said his family flew in for spring break this year to San Diego. We're walking around and happened to notice that this was the same taco spot they went to while in Vegas.

So they decided to stop at that moment. He actually did not remember our conversation in Vegas, but he kind of laughed and thought that it was also a weird coincidence. We again made some small talk while in line, got our tacos, and went our separate ways. But what the hell? This was just not coincidence. This doesn't happen.

Ever. What is the probability that we would both end up in the same thing? same city one year later, at the same restaurant, same weekend, same time, only two feet away. Not to mention, our whole day wasn't supposed to go this way. It could have gone completely different. And yet somehow every single decision we made up to this moment led us to the same spot. We actually weren't even supposed to go to San Diego on this particular weekend. I'd originally booked it for two weeks prior, but realized we had plans. So we rebooked everything all over again.

How does this happen? P.S. To the kind, stranger that we met. See you next year in whichever city we decide to make a trip to next March. Okay. So, I've never been particularly convinced that we are living in a simulation, but I came across this time. topic months ago, and it has fascinated me ever since. A few months ago, I had a bit of a strange experience that I still cannot explain, and I figured I would share it here, so here goes.

For some context, I do not do any drugs, and I was definitely not drunk, and I'm not someone who enjoys getting drunk. At most, I drank a glass of wine with dinner, but this happened hours after I did. drank my glass of wine that night, and even if it wasn't, I was still definitely not drunk. So, a few months ago, I, 21, female, was preparing for a trip to Disney World. I had done some shopping at Target before the trip, and one of the things I had bought was to, keep that in mind, containers of body scrub to have a little self-care day on the trip. I bought these weeks before leaving for the trip.

I set them both on my desk and left them there. Fast forward to the day of the flight, and I was packing my suitcase. I went to go grab the body scrubs, but only one of them was there. I could have sworn that I bought two of them, and I put them both in the same place. I looked under my desk to see if it fell, but it wasn't there. So I figured maybe it was hiding under something. My desk is kind of messy, after all. So I tore apart my desk, but still no body scrub.

I even went downstairs to see if I left it there for whatever reason, but it wasn't there either. Let me tell you, I looked every possible place that it could have been. I'm not sure how it could have happened, that one body scrub was exactly where I knew I had left it. But the other one was literally nowhere to be found. This wasn't like a normal case of losing something, because normally when we lose something, it turns up eventually in a place that makes sense. I swear on my life, I looked every possible place this body scrub could have ended up. But it's almost like it vanished into thin air.

Eventually, I gave up and accepted that I would only be able to take one of my body scrubs to Orlando with me. It wasn't a huge deal, just annoying that I found one of the body scrubs but not the other, even though, again, they were both on my desk. A few hours later, around 1 a.m., I was still awake. I'm a night else, so this is completely normal for me. And I found myself thinking about that dang body scrub again. I decided that it wouldn't hurt to look one more time. So, I turned my life.

light on and tore apart my desk again. Still no body scrub to be found. The other one was packed in my suitcase, ready to go to Orlando with me, but the second one, for all I knew, it grew legs and walked away. Eventually, I just accepted defeat, knowing that I should probably go to bed soon so I could get some sleep before hopping on the plane. Continuing to look probably would have just made me more frustrated. I'm a pretty rational person, and I'm not one to come to conclusions like this, but I had no other explanation. I was almost convinced that I had somehow tricked myself into thinking I bought two body scrubs at Target that day, but I really only bought the one. I couldn't think of anything else that could have happened. If it had fallen off my desk, I would have found

it under my desk. And it's not like any of my family members would have just gone into my room and stolen it because, well, they just wouldn't do that. To this day, I still have not found that second container of body scrub, and I still don't know what happened to it. But this was the strangest experience of losing something that I've ever had. That's for sure. My name is Rebecca. My friends and family call me Becky. This true story happened to my brother Jeremy and I when I was 12 years old, and my brother was 13 years old

back in 2007. I was always interested in history, but never really believed in the paranormal. But what happened to my brother Jeremy and I made me a believer in another dimension or time travel being possible.

I remember one hot summer day in South Dakota. I was horsing around with my brother Jeremy and our spacious backyard. where there were coyotes, prairie dogs, pronghorn sheep, and bison. Jeremy was larger and taller than I was, so I jumped on a big barrel to appear taller than him. But as soon as I got on the barrel and stood straight up preparing for me to laugh at him for being taller, the whole landscape around us started to change to an old Western mining kind of town,

the kind that you would see in a John Wayne or Clint Eastwood cowboy movie. I could see the many horses and wagons tied to hitching posts at the general store and the hotels. I was curious on what year it was because all I could see were many horses and wagons. No cars at all. I was thinking that Jeremy and I must have fallen into another timeline. Looking around at our surroundings, I could tell that this was before 1920 and was probably before 1910 too. As luck would have it, I looked over to my left and saw a vintage circus was coming to town, on a poster sitting on a tree, saying the date of August 10, 1873.

Wow, I thought to myself, 1873, Deadwood, South Dakota. Seth Bullock was the famous sheriff here at this time period. The circus would be coming to my hometown, Deadwood, South Dakota. How about that? My brother Jeremy and I were lucky to have read the circus program because we knew what state and time the circus was. I noticed that my blonde hair was still long, but had a big red bow in the middle of it. I then looked down to see my clothes, and they had changed also. I changed from a cute top, shorts, and sneakers to a fabulous pink dress.

I was also barefoot. I then looked down at my brother. Jeremy was no longer wearing a nice top pants and sneakers, but an old-fashioned top, short pants, and was also barefoot. He had a newspaper boy cap on his head. I thought he looked cute. Jeremy and I then noticed that we were right in the middle of many townspeople hooting and hollering, watching something that was about to take place in this South Dakota mining town. Jeremy and I looked ahead of us, and we were surprised to see that there was indeed hanging about,

to take place. I did not know who the prisoner was, nor what he was charged with, only that he was going to be hanged. The prisoner was a good-looking man in his forties with the black handlebar mustache, wearing a brown-in-color three-piece suit. The executioner was an elderly man wearing a black top hat and black suit. The hangman asked the prisoners if he wanted to say something, any last words. The prisoner shook his head no, as the hangman put a big black hood over the prisoner's head,

and pulled the lever as the trapdoor opened, and he fell through. My brother and I watched the prisoner thrash around a while, like a fish out of water, before all was silent and there was no movement at all. Jeremy and I were still watching the prisoner being hanged, as an enormous in-size man with a large walrus kind of mustache, wearing a brown derby hat and brown suit, which was too small for him, gently grabbed my hand telling me to get off the barrel and to go home, because children should not be watching a public hanging.

The huge man scolded us once more for watching the hanging as he helped me down from the barrel. As soon as he did, I heard a large clap of thunder, as I and Jeremy basically returned to the present, which was 2007 at the time. when Jeremy and I got back to our parents' house, we told them everything, but they didn't believe us. Only one friend of mine thought that my story was real. She was a good friend. The interesting thing was that Jeremy and I seemed to be gone at least an hour, but my parents said that we were only outside for two minutes. Jeremy and I must have experienced a time slip or something.

Again, I was thankful to see the vintage circus picture because it told us what state and what year we were suddenly thrust into. My brother, Jeremy, and I must have slipped into another dimension or timeline, but we were both thankful that we were back in the present. Something surely paranormal happened to us there. This is a story that happened to me in 2011. At the beginning of 2011, I broke up with my boyfriend of six years, in a very messy and painful end to our relationship. I was in a lot of pain for at least six months. Towards the end of the year, I started feeling better, more like the self that I used to be before that long relationship. During Christmas 2011, I visited my mom in Mexico.

I live in Canada, and I try to visit my mom at least once a year. Mexico City is a mystical place, and reality alters when I visit. One day I woke up from the most wonderful dream that I'd had in years. I should say beforehand that I am a serious, lucid dreamer. In my dreams, I fly, I shape-shift, and I explore the many dimensions of the dream time. I studied shamanic dreaming for some years, and I spend serious time in the dream time. Sometimes I spend weeks or even months in the dream time, only to wake up the next day in waking reality. This is very confusing, and I need several hours to remember who I am in this waking world.

Well, this holiday season in 2011, at my mom's place in Mexico, I spent three months in the dreamt time with the wonderful person that I was completely in love with. He was half Dutch, he worked with computers, and he had a reddish beard, even though his hair was brown. I felt so safe and secure and loved that I was sad when I woke up. I missed the person from my dreams, and the feelings that I was experiencing. I told the dream to my mother, remarking how strange it was that this person worked with computers since all of my previous relationships have been with artist types. Fast forward to the new year, 2012, and I met a very nice guy on a dating website. He was sweet, he was funny, and we hit it off from the beginning. We started dating the same week.

Slowly, the pain for my last breakup dissolved, and I was left with a very warm feeling of safety and security. Around Valentine's Day, 2012, this guy grew a beard, and then I recognized him. He was the guy for my dream. He is half Dutch. He does work with computers, and his beard is reddish. Most of all, I recognized the feelings that I had felt in that dream, a love that was warm and safe. and now we've been married for ten years. I worked in a dental clinic as a nationally certified dental assistant. I saw a lot of names on charts daily for many years. I'd gone home for the day and celebrated my birthday with my parents and sister.

My sister had asked my mom what she could get me, and my mother had replied, an iPhone, of course. They were brand new then. She was amazed at the wealth of great information at her fingertips, always asking my sister questions to find the answers to. I was never so surprised to see this gift. It was fabulous. I tried to learn all I could about it all night long until early in the morning. My mother wasn't feeling so well, and so I was careful as I got up for work to be extra quiet. I was almost ready early, and then suddenly my phone screamed madly.

then this music started and a voice screamed out, James Brown. It was an old song that my sister downloaded to show me how to do it earlier, but I hadn't touched anything to cause this. Over and over it did this. I was unable to turn it down or off, so I shoved it under a pillow until I could leave the house that morning to look at it closer. It was as if it had a mind of its own.

I seemed to grasp the volume, on off and could not imagine why it would just keep repeating that scream and announcement, which was a live recording of a very old song. Once in the car, it finally stopped. I think it just ran out of juice. I was relieved. It had me on edge for over an hour fighting with it to shut it up. I got to work, an hour's drive to the dental clinic,

and I got the chart for our first patient, and set up the room for our procedure completely. and then went the waiting room to call a man back to the clinic. And, James Brown, I called. When my patient arose and came back with me into the operatory. I could not believe it. I went to a high school in a very small one-stoplight sort of town. A few years after school, I was catching up with an old friend,

and she told me how these two boys that we knew pretty well had passed away. We'll call them Josh and Sean. I asked what had happened, and she sent me news articles about how they were working in a shop, and an air compressor had exploded and killed them both. Fast forward a few years later, and somehow it came up in a conversation I was having with my dad. I decided to try to find the news article I had previously read about it. Instead, I found an article about how Josh had been shocked. by people who broke into his house looking for drugs.

There was actually a lot of detail in the article about the incident, and it was an unsolved crime. There was no mention of Sean at all, and I couldn't find any articles about anything happening to him. I don't have any connections any longer to anyone in the town, so I can't check to see if anyone else remembers it's the original way. It's just crazy because... I remember vividly reading both articles.

I know for a fact that it wasn't just someone with the same name for two reasons. First, he had a very unusual last name, and it was a very small town. Second, there were actual photos of him provided in both articles, and it was 100% the kid I knew from school. Another strange twist is that I looked up the story again just now to see if there was anything new. It seems the case was solved, and four or five people went to prison for it. The second story has also now been featured in an episode of a TV series that I've never heard of. I'm considering trying to track it down so that I can watch it.

So, this happened about two or three months ago. I've been working at this hotel for seven months now, and I'm very familiar with the routine. One day I'm cleaning my rooms and I'm doing pretty well on time, and I'm in my fourth room at this point. I'm about to finish this room and it's almost break time, which means that it's almost noon. I go out to my cart to push it into that room so that it's not in the hall while I break, which is a safety precaution. I pick up my clipboard so I can bring it to my boss like we do every break, so that she can put it in the room. So that she can put the clean rooms into the system, and, oddly enough, I haven't marked any rooms off. Although I definitely remember doing them and marking them off as I went.

I'm so confused at this point and think to myself, maybe I just forgot to mark them off after all. So, I go back to double-check the rooms, as we're trained to do if we forget to mark them down, just to ensure that we don't have any uncleaned rooms left by mistake. I was in complete shock when I walked back into each one of these rooms, and none of them had been cleaned. The beds weren't made, the trash cans were still filled, etc. But they were stripped of the dirty linen, so I had definitely been in there. Just what?

Even more odd, all the doors were closed. But once we stripped the rooms of the old linen, we flipped the door stoppers to leave the door cracked for when we can come back to clean them. When we clean the rooms, we start at one end of the hall and work our way down, so even if I had a lapse in memory, why would I start in the middle of the hallway? Not to mention, what would I have even been doing for the last three and a half hours of work? I wasn't assigned to do anything but rooms that day, so I couldn't have been doing something else. I go down on break still confused. I give my boss my clipboard, and she asked me if I was okay, and why I didn't have any rooms marked off. I told her that I had thought I marked them off,

just played it off as a mistake, and told her I would correct it after break. Then I go find my work, friend, let's call her Jessica, and I asked if she remembered seeing me making the bed in one of those three rooms, 304 to be exact. when she was walking down the hallway. She agreed that she did, and even pointed out that she stood at my cart and talked to me for a good two to three minutes while I was doing so. After break, I took her back upstairs and showed her those rooms, and she was in just as much shock as I was that nothing had been done in those rooms,

even indicated that I was in there to clean them. A lot of weird things have happened throughout my life, but this was one of the weirdest things. to happen to me yet. Was this a glitch? What do you think? In the 1970s, my mother, father, sister, and I returned from a grocery trip. We were shopping for some holiday, maybe Easter, and had a long list of special items. After putting everything in big paper bags on the counter, my mom asks, where did the ham go? It was a huge bone-in, Hickory smoked ham. We had all seen it one second prior in its own bag because it was huge.

I hadn't lifted it, too heavy. Neither did my sister. My parents had seen it right where we stood. Questions became interrogations. Receipts were produced, every item chalked off, but no ham. To this day, that ham was never found. We had two trash cans, and it was in neither. Not in the yard, car, not on the porch.

We'd always comment, that's weird as the damned ham. How does something that big disappear in front of four people? But it did. Well, a couple of months ago, I went to the grocery for a pack of deli ham. I paid with my card and pushed the cart out to the car. As always, I found more fun items to buy as well, quite a few. I went to put it all the way. There was no ham.

Two weeks later, again, well, the same happened. I know that it was there, but it disappeared. And that's the truth. I don't know if this is a glitch, or if it's some kind of paranormal event. I was about 24 years old and was living with my mother at the time. She bought a mirror from a garage sale that was about 20 by 30 in size. I didn't go with her, and I had no idea where she bought it. I don't know why, but I felt that I needed to stare at the mirror and ask,

Who owned this mirror? I then saw a couple in the mirror standing next to each other, like that old farmer painting. I just noticed the couple, how they looked, hair, color, and outfits. I described them to my mother, and she told me that they were the couple that she bought the mirror from. How could I see them in the mirror? Like I said, I didn't go with her when she bought it, and I don't know them myself. This happened not too long ago. I was standing on my porch watching my kids play in the front yard.

I had my back against the sidewall where the mailbox was looking north. Our street going that way had a crossroad intersection at the end, and I could see it from where I was. As I was watching my two kids, I noticed a big black... truck, the kind that has floodlights at the top and bars in front of the grill, pulling up to the intersection from the left road. I saw a bald man driving, and two other guys in the bed of the truck, and on the sides were two different flags. One looked like the French flag, I believe, and the other I had never seen before. They looked like they were celebrating, and I remember

wondering if their team had won a soccer game or something, because it looked like they were being loud. But the thing was, it was absolutely silent. And I could see them whooping and hollering and chanting. Anyway, they turned down my street coming towards me. I kept my eyes on them because they were intriguing me. I watched them turn down my street, start coming my way, everything. Now here's the tree.

tricky part. My neighbor had a big SUV in the driveway that blocked off my vision from part of the road. And once that truck, those two flags and the three celebrating men reached that part of the road, obstructed from my view by the SUV, they never came back out. I even walked down into my yard to see if maybe they had pulled up into the grass of another neighboring house. But nothing. They just vanished behind the neighbor's car. It still freaks me out when I think about it, and I still wonder what they must have been celebrating that evening.