As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Vol 30 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: September 9, 2025

Today we have 30 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 April of 2022 & 2023, and January 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 Second Story, No ads after that Story 1: 00:07 Story 2: 3:50 Story 3: 8:49 Story 4: 12:05 Story 5: 16:54 Story 7: 19:29 Story 8: 23:30 Story 9: 25:53 Story 10: 30;53 Story 11: 36:27 Story 12: 39:45 Story 13: 44:45 Story 14: 47:57 Story 15: 50:56 Story 16: 54:25 Story 17: 56:51 Story 18: 59:26 Story 19: 1:01:57 Story 20: 1:04:12 Story 21: 1:10:17 Story 22: 1:12:43 Story 23: 1:15:44 Story 24: 1:16:59 Story 25: 1:19:53 Story 26: 1:22:10 Story 27: 1:24:21 Story 28: 1:27:53 Story 29: 1:30:10 Story 30: 1:32:31 Story 31: 1:37:57 ----- 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. #ScaryStories #UnexplainedMysteries #GlitchInTheMatrix ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you have a true scary story you'd like to share with the podcast, go to as-the-ravendreams.com and click the button to send it my way. Also, if the platform you're on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. So, one day, around a year ago, I was hanging out at my neighborhood's local park. It had everything you would expect of a park. playgrounds, a forest, you know, typical park things. One important feature of this park is that it has a large white fence at the top of this hill that separates the sidewalk and road from the park itself,

which is where I saw this glitch in the Matrix. I had basically decided that I'd go visit a friend for a bit, which turned out that we could not hang at her house, so we instead chose the park, which is around a 10-minute walk away from my house. We were just hanging out for a while on the swings. Nothing seemed off. Some people would come and go from the park.

Kids were around and playing, and me and my friend, who will just call Lynn for privacy reasons, we're just talking about school, what homework we had left, the crushes we had, typical girl talk. We sat there on the swings at the park, for around an hour

when I realized that the park was empty, and it was just the two of us left. It wasn't too weird, honestly. It was around 5 p.m. And it was getting to be around people's typical dinner time. So we just shrugged it off.

Better for us anyways. We didn't have to worry about people eavesdropping. We stayed and talked for a little bit longer after that, until I looked around the park while we talked. and I noticed some lady, probably in her 40s, walking her dog at the top of the hill on the sidewalk,

behind the fence that I mentioned earlier, which was probably about 30 feet away from me and my friend, and all of the sudden, she stopped, mid-step, and so did her dog. I pointed it out to Lynn, she looked at the lady too, and we remarked that it was very strange, and that it looked like she was just frozen. This went on for about two minutes. Maybe longer.

It honestly felt like hours. No cars came down the road behind the fence. No kids came to the playground. No birds were chirping. No squirrels. Just nothing. And then, all of a sudden, she just starts walking again. Now, may I mention that her dog had no way of knowing she had stopped?

The dog was on a rather long leash and was walking pretty far in front of her. So when she just stopped, the leash didn't tug. They both just froze. Anyways, I got freaked out and Lynded too, and we just went home right after that. I don't know if that woman was playing a trick on us, which seems unlikely,

considering that from her angle she couldn't see us by a few trees blocking the way. Or maybe she was on her phone, but if she was, I couldn't see it. I truly hope that I don't have to experience this weird time freeze ever again. Something happened a few years back that I can't shake. And I would really love some kind of explanation as to what the hell happened, as it has played on my mind,

ever since. Let me just clarify before I start that I am completely sound of mind, and I just want some closure, I guess. So, here it goes. I have always been into the paranormal. As a kid, I was completely fascinated by it, and I found over the years the more open to it you are, the more downright bizarre some of the stuff you experience is. This tops my list of weird experiences. This happened about seven years ago.

My sister came to my flat one night after work. She finished work at 1730. To spend a bit of time with me, as we had both been working like crazy and hadn't had the time to catch up. It was just the two of us, and she suggested having a game of cards with our coffees, something we've always done since we were kids.

It's a favorite pastime in our house. And once I had gotten the cards out and started shuffling them, she asked me to look at the time on my phone as she had to work the next morning at 7 a.m. and needed to be home for a reasonable time. She'd lost her phone on a night out a few days prior. I told her that it was 1810 in the evening, and she replied,

Okay, well, I'll have to be getting off around 2045 to get my uniform washed and dried. So keep an eye on the time for me. I agreed, and we started playing a bit of rummy to start with. Now, we weren't drinking alcohol or taking drugs. We were just having a relaxed game of cards chatting about guys and work, the usual stuff, I suppose. Everything was normal. We played cards for what felt like. two hours easy.

I mean, you can't mistake that length of time when you have had about 16 to 18 hands of rummy, and we were in the early stages of playing a game of poker, having gotten bored with the other game. Out of nowhere, I remember having the weirdest feeling come over me. Like, the light in the room dimmed, and I distinctly felt an electrical crackle start in the bottom of my spine and shoot all the way up to my skull. I physically jolted upright. The sensation was so intense. I looked at her, and she was looking at me all wide-eyed and silent like she knew something was up.

I blurted out, something is wrong. Really, very wrong. Without blinking or reacting in any other way, she just says to me, look at the time, which I thought was the weirdest response. I picked up my phone. looked at the time, and there was a mixture of shock and dread that crept over me. That can't be right. It's not possible. I mumbled out loud. My phone must have glitched out or something. Getting up to turn the telly on to see what the time was on there, she's looking at me like what the hell is going on.

What is it? What time is it? She asked again. I just repeat that it can't be right, and as I switch the teleon, The time flashes up in the corner of the screen. It said, 1829. She sees it and is now just as freaked out as I am. That can't be right. Did your phone say the same time? I showed her the screen. I pull out a laptop to check the time

and even got a watch out of my drawer to see if they all matched, and sure enough, they did. There was no possible way that we had been sat playing cards for just 20, minutes. I asked her how long she thought we had been sitting there and she said for at least a couple of hours, like myself. We just sat there in a bit of a fog like what on earth just happened. We tried to discuss it, but we couldn't make any sense of it. To be honest, it felt uncomfortable. Even to this day, to talk about it does not feel right. She breaks the silence with a joke, Something like, oh, at least I have another couple of hours to chill with you.

We just tried to forget about it. I was just wondering if anyone had any ideas as to what this was. Bien-neux-a-bore-en-a-r-righ. Embarked and profite. Embarked and relax. Ciroat, bookine. Oh, that also. And profite.

This happened to me yesterday morning while I was getting ready for work. I live on the second floor of an apartment building. It was 5.25 a.m. and I was making coffee in my kitchen. I had just filmed a Snapchat video for a relative at my coffee machine when I noticed I was running late. I use a magnetic flashlight attached to my fridge so that I can see when I make a coffee, and I took it with me on my way to the living room. My apartment isn't big, so to walk to my living room, I just had to turn around. When I turned and began walking, a green light from outside my living room window caught my eye.

The window faces my neighbor's large, mostly empty backyard. I stopped walking and stared for a moment. The light looked to be the size of a softball, and it appeared to be a small. and it appeared to be floating at a round waist height. It was bright green but didn't appear to be illuminating its surroundings. I caught sight of it while it seemed to be in motion, moving back and forth a short distance at a walking pace. My initial thought was that my flashlight was making a strange reflection,

so I turned it off. Yet the green light still remained and was still moving. As soon as I realized that it must be something, outside, I tried to quickly pull my phone out to record a video. Unfortunately, the Snapchat that I had filmed earlier was still playing on my phone, and it hindered my ability to be quick, as I had to take a few seconds to delete it before being able to film a new video. When I finally was ready to shoot the video, I looked up and the light was gone.

I looked left and right outside the window, and I saw no sign of it anywhere. This entire encounter lasted probably 30 seconds to a minute. I've tried explaining it away, but I come up short every time. It could have been a person. It was too dark for me to tell, but it was 5.25 a.m., snowing and 14 degrees Fahrenheit. So that doesn't make a lot of sense as to why someone would be out there with a green flashlight. I live in a pretty quiet neighborhood, and while I don't know my neighbor whose backyard this occurred in,

I rarely see him outside doing yard work or maintenance. My one somewhat fitting explanation is maybe someone has a collar on their outdoor cat with a light to keep track of it, but I've lived here over a year and I've never witnessed that point. I've been needing to talk to someone about this without sounding like I'm crazy or jumping to conclusions. So, if anyone has any similar experiences or reasonable explanations, I would appreciate hearing them. This is a recent story. I've managed to hopefully be able to articulate this as it is somewhat logistics-based. So, I live close to an intersection.

of two main roads. Road A, heading north and south, and road B, heading west and east. I live on Road A. On the corner of this intersection is a collection of three small shops that share the same building. I live two driveways up from that, roughly 250 meters from the intersection. My sister lives off of a service road of Road B, about ten houses up. roughly 450 meters from the intersection. I know this is specific, but it's relevant.

It's about a six-minute walk from my house to hers. The walk to the entrance of the service road would be about a four-to-five-minute walk. Not to mention, there is a relative incline at the beginning of Road B. I had to run to my sister's house as she tends to borrow things without telling me, and forget to bring them back. I needed to grab my vacuum. I went to get in my car and remembered that it was bin day. I proceeded to grab my bin and began to walk it to the side of the road,

where, at the end of my driveway, there was a couple walking by heading up my street, north, away from the intersection. A man in a green track suit, which I thought to be quite the look for a man of his age, and the woman was in a similar pink track suit. They looked to be in their later years, I would say late 60s. After a polite little back and forth, you go, no you go, I allowed them to pass first. I rolled my bin to the curb and got in my car and pulled to the end of my driveway

to do a loop through two back roads to avoid traffic lights and cars, etc. The old left and then left again, if you're an also. Australia. I have timed the trip. It takes approximately one minute and 25 seconds to make the car ride. I'd be happy to give it two minutes if it's busy, and I can't turn on to Road B immediately from the back road. However, it wasn't busy, as it was 11 a.m. on a Sunday. As I turned left out of my driveway, I saw the couple had proceeded maybe another 50 meters before crossing the street, and now from the left side, which we were originally on the right side of the road, and stopped to look at some furniture that was on the street for hard rubbish collection.

I proceed with my one-and-a-half-minute drive to see my sister, when pulling into the service road, who do I see? The couple in their track suits, now heading towards my sister's house. Now I know it was them because again I had to stop and let them pass. as the service road is gravel, and to avoid a large pothole, you need to drive slightly on the footpath. So, I have a good five to ten seconds of taking this all in before I can drive past. I stop at my sister's driveway and very confused. As I get out to open her gates, they walk past with no interaction at all.

even if it was possible that these people are marathon sprinters who were heading north and then a minute later were heading west and uphill without breaking a single sweat in their 60s covering a distance that even me as a 27-year-old female couldn't cover in that time I had literally just interacted with them within minutes and they acted like I was a stranger I do know that I am a stranger but not even confusion It's just like they were literally copied and pasted, and I just can't work it out.

I've gotten my sister to walk from the spot that I last saw them towards her house, from where I turned down the first side street, and she can't make it there before me without breaking into a sprint. So, to Mr. Green and his little wife, if you were Usain Bolt in disguise, well, you got me. If not, your programmers messed up. This happened to me approximately one year ago, nearly to the day. I was working a closing shift at PetSmart.

It was mid-afternoon and I was cleaning out the bins for a new animal shipment in the back room when my phone fell from my hands and onto the floor. I was trying to hold both a bin in my phone at the same time, and it just slipped. I had no screen protector on it at the time, and the phone smacked the ground pretty hard. I picked up the phone and immediately saw that there was a large crack across the screen, from the top left corner all the way down to the center of the right side. I distinctly remember the crack running over the small speaker on the top of the screen, and creating that white, powdery glass substance where all the little shards were broken up.

I cursed it myself and scratched the crack firmly with my fingernail to make sure that it was real, and not just a piece of hay or something. I felt my nail dip into the groove of the crack and back up several times. The small glass particles began to crunch and shift away, and I confirmed that I had indeed just broken my screen. I put the phone away into my back pocket and felt worried that the glass shards would irritate, my backside. But I didn't have much of a choice. The store was busy, and I left my phone in my pocket for the rest of the shift. That back room was the only opportunity that I really got to use it.

The day went on for a few more hours until I was standing at the register near closing time, and I took the phone back out of my pocket. There was no crack. The phone screen was totally flawless. I've never been more confused than I was in that moment, and really for the rest of the night. I wiggled the phone back and forth in the light to make sure the crack really wasn't there, but there was literally nothing on it. Next day, still no crack.

I was very well rested that day. I do not take any drugs, and I did not drink. I've thought about this so many times since then. I really have no explanation for this, but sharing it feels nice. Okay, so I haven't thought about this in years, but this, um, brought this incident back to the forefront of my mind. It was July 4th of 2011, and obviously in the U.S., that's Independence Day, so I got together with a group of friends to go out. but because the 4th of July was on a weekday that year, I had an early shift the following day, so I decided that I shouldn't get drunk.

The night was fun, but around eight, I decided I should try to get back to my side of town before the fireworks started, because I figured traffic and people drunk driving would get worse if I stayed at my friend's house until after the fireworks. So, I'm driving up this narrow side street going up towards my house. But the side street is one many of the locals used to get from my neighborhood to our south side, which is a major drinking and partying hotspot. Anyway, I had on this very distinctive and obnoxious American flag shirt, where the Batesse part had red and white stripes,

and the arms were blue with white stock. I bought the shirt from a thrift store and I had never seen anyone wear something similar, but who knows? Anyway, as I'm driving down the street, I see what looks like a woman with a similar shirt as mine passed out face down on the sidewalk. Like, she looked like something was seriously wrong, too. Like she had face planted into the ground or something. So I decided to pull over and go and check on her, but, Because the street is so narrow, you can't just double park. You have to go and find a place to pull over.

So I parked down the block and go back to help this lady. I've been down this road many times throughout my life, so I know the landmarks well, and I knew exactly where she had been laying. Also, even though I had to park down the street, I literally ran back to her, so it couldn't have been more than three or four. minutes max.

So I get to where I knew I saw her, and there's nothing. No sign of anyone, no one walking down the street or anything. It was so bizarre, and I got the chills. So I decided to just drop it and go back to my car. As I'm getting ready to cross the street again, this car comes speeding up the street towards me, and before I could even think, it crashes smack into the return. wall right by where I was standing, just literally seconds before. Then this nutjob backs out and drives off.

So one of the neighbors comes out and we call the police, and I helped file a police report and then went home. When I got home, I called my mom to tell her about what happened because I was still so shaken up, and she's the one who started putting things together, and made me really think about the... this as if it's a glitch in the matrix. She felt like I had somehow witnessed some alternative reality where I saw myself dead on the

sidewalk, because in that reality, maybe a car struck me earlier than the car that had arrived in this dimension. I don't know. I didn't really know what to make of it then, and I suppose that I still don't, but coming here on Reddit today makes me think it was maybe just another glit. Glitch in the Matrix. I'm not sure if this is the right place, but I think a glitch would explain it best. I've always had moments of deja vu with just random moments of my life,

but more so like I've seen a picture of this moment before. I guess the best way to explain it is, like, how you've seen a meme earlier in the day, and then you see that exact one, some other time in the day, but it just surprised you because you didn't really pay attention to it the first time. Except my moments are from a long time ago. The most recent moment was when I was playing with my boyfriend and our friends. They were all talking while I stood in a corner eating, and suddenly I turned my character to look at them,

and it was like my brain took a picture. Or more so, my brain had that exact moment saved, took it out of my memory and slammed it into the current moment, basically telling me you've seen this moment before. I was shocked, and it's been a while since I've had this picture moment that it genuinely caught me off guard. Mind you, the game that we were playing is lethal company, and we only recently started playing a week or two ago.

One of the people we played with, let's say his name is Mark, my boyfriend only introduced him to me an hour or two before this moment. I don't remember how long ago I saw this moment or when I saw my future, per se, but I do know it was at least a year ago. If you're wondering how I see these future moments, it's just from random times, and I don't pay attention to them because I'm someone who daydreams a lot. but these future memories slip in either when I'm just daydreaming, when I'm actually dreaming and sleeping,

or just a random thought that pops into my head while I'm doing just regular things in the house. Either way, if anyone knows what this could be, then please let me know, and of course thank you. I apologize in advance if this comes across as rambling. I'm just at my wits end and don't. know what to do. It started a few months ago. I would put something down and walk away and come back a few moments later, and it wouldn't be there. It would either be in a completely different place,

or would just seemingly cease to exist. I chalked it up to being sleep-deprived, my partner and I both work nights, and absent-mindedly doing things or just misremembering in general. Then, it got weirder. I was getting ready for a date night and wanted to take a shower, but couldn't find my shaving cream anywhere. My shaving cream bottle is all white with the purple cap. I own nothing that looks similar to that in any way, and neither does my partner.

He helped me search our small bathroom for over an hour trying to find it. Pulling everything out of the linen closet in the bathroom, checking every drawer and even the cabinet under the sink. We could not find it anywhere. After putting everything away and returning the counter around the sink to normal, I was confused but thought maybe I'd run out and just forgotten that I had used the last of it. My partner leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and I hop in the shower. After 20 minutes, I finish up and get out, only to find the shaving cream sitting in the middle of our pink sink.

I called for my partner, and he was just as confused as I was. We argued for a few minutes because I thought he was messing with me, but he was insistent that he hadn't snuck back in during my shower to place it in the sink, and was genuinely upset that I thought he would mess with me like that. I apologized and we moved on from it, but it still bothered me when I would think about it. Fast forward a month, and on Saturday he heads to work like normal. I start to get hungry, and I decide to make French toast. I get everything set up and ready, pulling out a plate and putting my slices of bread on it

before whipping together the eggs and milk. Getting my pan and spatula ready, I pull the butter out of the fridge and place it on the counter next to the plate. Right before I turned the stove on, I felt nature's call and headed to the bathroom to pee really quick before continuing. Our dog follows me and is hanging out while I do my thing, and no more than two minutes later, I'm back in the kitchen turning the stove on. I turned to grab the butter off of the counter and it's just gone. Not there. I tried not to jump to conclusions.

I checked the fridge seven times. I checked the cabinets that I had gone in to grab out what I needed to make the French toast. I even checked the trash can to see if I had accidentally tossed it out when I got rid of the eggshells. No signs of the missing butter. The cat has never stolen anything off the counter before, but I figured it was a more rational explanation than the butter. just ceasing to exist. I went to see if she had smuggled it off and found her asleep on the couch, butter-free. I know the dog couldn't have taken it, because she was with me the entire time that I was out of the kitchen.

I freaked out a bit. I started messaging my friends in our group chat about what was going on, and one of them facetimed me to help me recheck everywhere in case I just wasn't seeing it. I ended up having a panic attack after 30 minutes of searching over this call with no signs of the butter. We retraced every step I had taken and even looked in the bathroom to see if I had brought it with me. I cleaned up everything I had taken out and refused to go back into the kitchen, out of fear of the butter reappearing somewhere I had searched that my friend confirmed was butterless. It's been days now, and I still haven't found the butter.

or even a wrapper to prove that it existed. I tried to talk to my partner about it, and he thought maybe it was carbon monoxide poisoning. But we checked our detector, and it was working normally, so it doesn't appear to be that. I feel like I'm going crazy. This happened to me yesterday afternoon, and I've been trying to find people with similar experiences or explanations to what happened.

A disclaimer before you read. I appreciate all viewpoints and theories to this experience, but please do be kind. I've been accused of having mental illness or lying in very mean ways. I'm a 19-year-old girl, and I never post on Reddit because I'm shy, and I don't want to read mean things about myself. Also, I'm a mental health nursing student. We have to have multiple appointments from occupants. occupational therapists to see if we're fit for the role.

My last appointment was on Tuesday. I got the all clear. I've been doing this for a year, and I've never had any hallucinations, except possibly the bird, which I'll explain later, and I have no history of mental illness. It's also a very observed course, and if my lecturers, classmates, or therapists thought I had any issues whatsoever, I would be assessed and helped as necessary.

So, whilst I appreciate that this may have been a micro during more hallucination, I do not accept or agree with accusations of being delusional per se. It's sad that I've had to put a disclaimer, but it seems as though some people don't realize how words can affect other people. Please just remember that kindness goes a long way nowadays more than ever. Sorry for the rambling. Here goes. I go to university, and I'm on campus three days a week.

I do health care, so I'm in a specific building 95% of the time. It's very old, built in the 1800s, and it gives me the creeps. Today I was in the same room for three and a half hours, two different lectures. I've never been in this room before. I sat in the same seat the entire time on the far left side of the room next to a bare wall. The whole right side of the room had windows looking out over the campus. I got distracted as one does during a lecture,

and I looked outside. I saw a tall white concrete building. It must have been ten stories tall, with absolutely no windows. On top was a large box with wire. around it. Though I wasn't creeped out by this, I did think to myself that it was odd how I'd never seen this building on campus, as it was fairly close to the building that I was in. To the left were two normal-looking buildings, both with windows and no giant box on top. After my first lecture finished, the teacher swapped over. We joked with our new teacher about being in a different building for our next semester, as ours was cold. and creepy.

The building we wanted to be in was about a two-minute walk away. To that, my lecturer replied, It's only over there, after someone had complained about it being too far away to move to. She pointed out the window in the direction of the odd building I had seen earlier. It was completely gone, and replaced by what looked like an old clock tower. At first, I just thought that I must have leaned.

to the left or right earlier when looking out the window. So I checked again, moving all around my seat to try and see the white building again. It was gone. I immediately felt spooked. The trees that were in front of the building that I saw were still there. The two buildings to the left were still there. But no white building. I didn't say anything to my friends at the time, but when the lecture ended,

I did a double-take and actually went over to the window to look. No building. At all. I later told one of my friends, and she joked that I must have just been seeing things, or shifted dimensions. I laughed it off, but I was and still am extremely unsettled. And I have no idea why I feel so off about it, seeing as it doesn't seem like a big deal.

I've had an experience in the past with seeing a pigeon disappear whilst flying in open air, but this was before the glitch in the Matrix talk was around like it is now. So I just put it down to being my head imagining things. Does anyone have any ideas? Was it a time slip or a glitch? I definitely don't have hallucinations, and I was looking at the white building for long enough to know that it was there. I've googled my campus to see if there's any building that looks similar near where I learn,

but there's absolutely none. I found the two buildings to the left and the clock tower, though. I know it might not seem believable, but it's what I saw. Any conspiracies as to what happened are greatly appreciated. So, last night, New Year's Eve, my family had a party in my grandparents' house, and we all went up there around 7 p.m. I had been working 8 to 5, so I was already exhausted, and I left early, at 9.25 p.m.

I know I got home at 9.28, because I facetined my boyfriend as I unlocked the door to my house. I then walked in, put my dogs outside, went upstairs, got changed into my PJs, and then went back downstairs to let my dogs in, and because there were fireworks going off. I have a picture that I took at 10.09 p.m. of me laying on the sofa with one of my dogs, and another one taken at 10.21 p.m. of the same dogs sleeping on me. My brother and dad were both apparently home between 10 to 10.40.

At it, they came home at 10.40 and left at 10.40 to go back to the party. Sorry. However, they both say that they never saw me in the night. the house. They had even come into the sitting room to check on the dogs because of the fireworks going off. They even looked for me because they wanted to know where I had put something, but they couldn't find me anywhere in the house. I never saw or heard them either. According to my boyfriend, I fell asleep around 10.30, and I fell asleep on the sofa. My boyfriend also never heard nor saw them.

Normally my phone picks up people coming into the house from my bedroom, which he hears. So it's weird that he didn't hear them. I then remember my dad waking me up at around 1220 and telling me to go to bed, because I'd fallen asleep on the sofa. And then I text my friend, Happy New Year at 1237, and went up to bed. At this point, my boyfriend woke up. He apparently fell asleep around 12 and said happy New Year, and I text him back saying Happy New Year.

I don't know why I text him instead of just talking, but yeah. Then he accidentally hung up, so I ring him back as I got into bed at 1243. However, according to my dad, he didn't get home until one in the morning, and my brother got home at 1250, and neither of them woke me up. I wasn't drinking and my dad hadn't been drinking either, so we can't blame this on alcohol. It's also really not like them to team up to mess with me. And also the fact that my boyfriend never heard or saw them really confuses me. Normally, when I'm on FaceTime to my boyfriend, my dad steals the phone and sits talking to him for 30 minutes or so.

It's very unlikely that my dad would have ignored him. Sorry this is so long, but I'm just... confused as to what happened. I can't think of a reasonable explanation for any of this. Last weekend, I took a trip from my birthday with my partner to a small mountain town in Colorado. We're from Denver, so we drive in the mountains a lot, and I'm fairly accustomed to it. We decided to take a nice drive and enjoy the scenery. If you've ever been to Colorado, you know that the weather can change quickly in the mountains.

We were driving on Highway 285 through a valley that was dry with no snow and had to pass through a tunnel on the slope up to exit the valley. The tunnel slightly sloped upwards, and there was some snow-slash-precipitation on the other side of the tunnel outside of the valley. Continuing on, we reached the peak of that set of mountains and went through a second tunnel, which was quite icy. The tunnels in this stretch of land are very long and windy, because they cut through the mountains. It was really icy and made my partner and myself nervous to be driving on roads in those conditions, especially with the curves. After passing through the second icy tunnel, we immediately started coming.

going downhill into another valley. It was getting hit pretty hard by a snowstorm. At this point, we've both made a comment about how we were nervous that we would have to go back uphill in all of the snow, so I took the next possible turnoff and turned around to head back to our Airbnb. I'd been riding the brakes the whole way down the mountain, basically just sliding towards where I wanted to go and hoping no animals jumped out in front of us.

At this point, we'd probably driven about half a mile, all downhill, into the base of this valley. We ended up turning around in a ski area parking lot, so I know we were at the base of the valley because we were at the base of the ski lifts. Logically, we had driven downhill to get into the base of the valley, and both my partner and I have vivid memories of driving downhill and being notably nervous about backtracking in the snow. I turned our car around, specifically because we were going downhill too much, and we were dreading the difficulties we might face going back up.

However, here is where we experienced the glitch. After I turned around at the ski area parking lot, we headed back towards our Airbnb. We both were holding our breaths because the snow was heavy, roads were slick, and we were about to go up a slippery mountain. But I never, never had to take my foot off the break. Again, while I rode the brakes the entire way into the valley before turning around, I rode my brakes the entire way back to the icy tunnel.

When I say rode my brakes, I mean I had to literally pump my brakes to stop from sliding out on the steep, slippery mountain side. I didn't touch the gas pedal once. When we got to the icy tunnel, I knew that we had somehow gotten up the mountain by going downhill. We both audibly questioned if this was the correct tunnel. Did we go the wrong way? Was this the right tunnel? Had we been going downhill the whole time? No, really.

We were going downhill. Why are we still going downhill? We both were absolutely shocked. There was no doubt that we went downhill in both directions. We both were so nervous about our circumstances because we were sliding down a mountain into a valley. We also turned around at a ski lift area, which are at the bases of the mountains.

It had to be downhill to get there. But when we left the valley, we just slid back out on another downslope. Sure enough, a short distance later, we went through the first tunnel, and we're back in our original valley. We were at our Airbnb in no time, and most definitely did not take a wrong turn. Honestly, we were both pretty grateful for. it, the glitch. It was a scary situation that came at us fast. We feared being stuck at the bottom of a snowy valley, but made it home easily on a glitch.

This one I've always thought of to this day. I was about 19, so 10 years ago, and I was at my local beach spot by the pier with some friends late at night. We were looking out, and someone noticed the moon acting. funny. It started moving up and down. Vertical, like an elevator motion. Fairly quick and concise speed. Let's say from the top to the bottom of its route every five seconds, and then repeating consistently. And from my viewpoint, about four to six inches above the pier and down. I'm not sure the best measurement for distance in this scenario. We all started to question it and think, hmm, Maybe it's just some clouds playing an optical illusion.

Since the moon was set right next to the pier, there was a solid point of reference. Even so, most of us were trying to rationalize what was happening in some way. This continued for about two to three minutes. Then it suddenly started moving horizontal and following a backwards L shape. We were completely floored and no more rationalization could take place. you could see the distance separating from the pier clearly. I would have thought this was some sort of UFO, but it was clearly the moon. It was large and full on this night.

I honestly probably would have tried to write this off and forget about it, being so young, except five other people witnessed it that night. So I could never just act like it never actually happened. Also, another weird occurrence happened at the same time at the beach right before the moon thing. My friend's phone rang and it was a missed call, and she was like, huh, I wonder who this is. I looked at the number, and I realized it was my mom's phone number, which was very odd. She had left a voicemail that was very casual, and although I can't remember the exact specifics being so long ago, it just sounded as though she was just calling someone and leaving a casual message.

She didn't have any of my friend's numbers. And being 19, I had recently moved back in with my mom for a short period, but I didn't have any sort of curfew or much interference with my social life. It is possible she could have looked at my call logs and trying to see what I was up to, but no idea why she would do this. and she never mentioned it, nor had she done anything like that in my adulthood. These aren't necessarily tied together,

and I think there's more rationalizations for the second part of the story, but it was all just strange to be happening in the same moments. Definitely a glitch in the Matrix. After I graduated from high school, I moved a couple of places to be out of my parents' house. I decided to move back with my mom for a moment, a brief time while taking some college classes. My other siblings had moved out and were also on their own.

Every once in a while, one of us would briefly move back in with our mom. At this time, it's just my mom and I in this four-bedroom two-bathroom house. My mom is an elementary teacher and would be gone by the time I would get up to get ready for school, noon classes. One day I'm getting up to start my day. I get in the shower and I hear my mom come home. She's always in a hurry. I hear her walking down the hallway past the bathroom that I'm in, and I think she's just forgotten something and is rushing during her lunch break.

Then I hear her high heels again, and I hear her knock on the door and start talking. I couldn't audibly make out the words, but I can hear her voice. At this time, I'm washing my hair, and I say, hold on, I can't hear you, I'm about to get out. I finish rinsing my hair and start getting out of the shower. I wrap a towel around me and start heading to her room. I'm saying, I'm sorry, I was washing my hair. What were you saying?

As I'm entering her room, I don't see her. I start walking to her bathroom and say, Mom, there's no one in her bathroom either. I look out her window. to see if I can see her car in the driveway. No, her car is not there. I'm a little weirded out, but think that maybe she was in a really big hurry and couldn't wait that extra three minutes for me. So, as I'm still in her bathroom, I decide to call her, in case she was asking me to do something.

When she answers, she sounded annoyed with a bunch of rowdy first graders in the background. I asked, were you just at the house? She replies, No, I'm at work. What did you want? I don't tell her what happened. I just reply, sorry, I'll talk to you later.

At that moment, I felt a chill. I was literally talking to something mimicking my mom. I could hear her voice and her footsteps. I was talking back to this entity that was not my mother. At this realization, I just changed and grabbed my things and left the house. This was before I'd even heard of glitches in the Matrix, but maybe it was that,

or something creepier. Hey, y'all, so. I'm new to this sub and was inspired to share the glitchy things that occurred with a cat, not ours, at the first place that my now husband and I rented together. It was a beautiful spot. Honestly, we lucked out with this rental. The owners lived in the main house and had two small rentals in a pool barn on the property.

Multiple acres out in the country. It had a pool, a lake, and a rock quarry. Owners used to crush up gravel in his own business, and we found all kinds of things in the quarry with permission to keep whatever. Quartz, amethyst, fossils, colored glass, etc. Anywho, they also had some outdoor cats. and I can't remember the name of the cat in questions, so for the story we're going to call her Kit. There were multiple incidents with Kit, but two stood out the most.

Both times I was coming home from work. I worked as a florist at the time. To get to our place, I had to drive to the right of in Park Behind the Pole Barn, where our apartment's entrance was located. As I'm pulling in, I look to the left of the pole barn, still on the front side of the building, and I saw Kit. But there was also like six to eight copies of the same cat, all identical to Kit, and I'm not sure which one was the real one. They were sitting on these large decorative rocks just watching my car pull in. This was probably about 20 feet from my car.

I wasn't driving super fast, and it took me a second to register what I was seeing. I didn't really process the information until I was pulling behind the barn. By the time I walked to the front of the building to check again, Kit was gone. The second time, Kit was pregnant. Working at the flower shop, if we had flowers that were no longer sellable, I could take home all the unsellables. I often did and had some leftover carnations on this day. As I was pulling into the driveway, I saw, to the left of the barn,

the landlord's granddaughter playing with the small kitten. After I parked, I decided to walk over to the granddaughter and give her the carnations. She was excited about the flowers, but was really confused when I commented that Kit must have had her kittens. She just continued to look at me confused, so I went on to explain that I thought I saw her playing with one of the kittens when I pulled up toward the house. She said, no, Kit's still pregnant, and kept staring at me like I had three heads. So I quickly made my way back to my apartment, quite embarrassed, now confused myself. Kit had her babies a short time later.

Other bizarre things definitely happened while we lived out there, but these moments stood out to me as being glitchy. Hi, I'm glad to have found this sub. I had an experience which I will never forget, even if it has been like two or three years at this point, because I felt like it was one of those moments, which up until now, I couldn't explain. One afternoon, I was chilling in my apartment.

I decided to go do my laundry. I have quite a busy schedule, so usually I'll let it pile up for two weeks before I touch it. However, in this particular period, I wasn't able to touch my two hampers for the whole month. I did the usual, separate them and such, but I freaked out when I saw the exact same top that I was wearing that afternoon. It was an old, greyish top that I've been wearing since college. It had already been five to six years at that point. It wasn't even mine. It was originally my aunt's. She's still alive.

I kid you not, the shirt I was holding is like the exact replica of what I was wearing. Both even have slightly ripped neck areas, with same little holes on the same side. I like wearing it because it's so comfortable. Now, the only thing that I buy in twos are undies and leggings. So I'm pretty sure that I didn't buy the other one. And there's no way for me to get another one of that because, again, it was my aunt's old belonging. I called my mom because she knew that this top was one of my favorite house clothes, and maybe I just missed the fact that all this time I really had two of them.

She thought that I only had one, too. She used to wash my clothes before, so she knew how much of my old clothes I had. I was just going to let it go, but I was so freaked out that I even had to show it to my aunt as well. Guess what? She didn't know where it came from. And she only had one of that shirt, which she had already given to me way back. It's not really creepy, but I still wonder about. about it sometimes.

This is my first time posting to this sub, and this also happened a while ago. So bear with me as I try to recall the story. Also, I don't write stuff like this often, so it's probably going to be written horribly. Now, I always try to look for the logical reasoning behind a weird occurrence, which I don't have many of, but this experience? man, I have no idea how I could even try to explain it. Back in 2015, my mother and I were returning from the mall after doing some last-minute prom shopping. Unfortunately, we left just as rush hour started. Anyone who lives in the city knows how nightmarish rush hour can get.

I had this urge to look out the driver's side window, and I spotted my grandma in the car next to us. It was even the same make and model that she always drove. At first, I thought, what a coincidence, she's on the same road as us. I remember pointing her out to my mother, who did a double take, and muttered something about how she didn't realize my grandma was back from vacation. I'd completely forgotten that she was in Mexico, and lived two hours away from us. This woman beside us had everything my grandma had. and the same mole, glasses, the same assortment of beads and air fresheners hanging from her mirror, it was her. But when we tried to get her attention, she just didn't seem to notice us.

Or maybe she was ignoring us. Neither way, she ended up turning off the highway. When we got home, I ran to my room and checked Facebook, her go-to social media. She had just posted a recent picture of her swimming in the ocean. still in Mexico. I messaged her to ensure that she was still on vacation, and lo and behold, she was. I told my mom, and she explained it as we saw someone that looked exactly like her. I would generally accept that explanation if it weren't for all the items and defining features that confirmed that woman was, in fact, my grandmother.

To this day, I have no idea. what happened. Alright, so to put things into context, I'm a big dude. I mean, big. Six foot five, 350 plus pounds. With that being said, this means that when I'm in the driver's seat of my O3 Lexus RX300, there is not a lot of wiggle room at all. As for the glitchy keys, I came across this lanyard.

that I got from work in the parking lot of a grocery store. I thought that I would try to put my keys on the lanyard and keep them around my neck. Why? Who knows? Because I've never done this. I went into the store, grabbed a few items, and left. When I got back to my car, I checked my pocket for my keys, and then remembered they were around my neck. I unlocked my ride, put the few bags of groceries in the back, got into the driver's seat,

and yet again checked my pocket from my keys. I then remembered that, once more, they were around my neck. I took them off from around my neck, realized that I didn't care for the whole lanyard keys combo, and while my car key was in the ignition, I undid the plastic clip that's on all lanyards. My house keys and work locker keys were not attached to the same ring as my car key, and they fell, straight down.

I heard and felt them hit the floor mat, and I thought to myself, I'll just grab them when I get out at the house. It'd be too much work to try and bend over to reach and grab around aimlessly in the already snug space of my tiny SUV. I drive home, and when I got out, I went to reach for the keys, and then it glitched. No keys. I looked everywhere in the vehicle for those keys. I did all but take the seats out. I even went back to the store and checked the parking lot and the lost and found on three separate occasions, even though I never got out after the keys fell and hit the ground.

I still haven't found the keys, and I'm still waiting for them to hopefully reappear. This happened about two months ago, and I still can't get over it. This happened about 30 years ago, and I decided to post it on here, so I can read about other people with similar experiences. The contractor I was working for at the time was taking me to the job. We turned left at this intersection, the same way we had for the last week. The job site is only about five minutes down the road from the intersection. However, after the five minutes was up, we were not at the job site.

None of the houses around us or anything look at. familiar. Confused, we went and drove down a couple more miles until we found a gas station. I go inside the gas station, and I ask them where we're at while he's filling up the truck. What they told me, knocked my socks off. When I get back to the truck, he asked me where we're at, and then I tell him, we're about 200-something miles off course. He laughs at me and tells me the people in the gas station were just having fun with me, that there was no way we were that far off. So we kept going and drove for a little bit more

until we came to a police station. He was going to pull in there and ask them for directions, but when he saw the name on the other police station, he just kept going. It matched what they told me at the gas station. So we pulled off the road for about 20 minutes, trying to figure out what to do next. Well, I thought that we could just turn around and start driving back,

but somehow or other, in less than five minutes, we had managed to travel over 200 miles. I asked him later what he thought about it, and he just told me to shut up, said that he didn't want to hear it again, and refused to talk about it. He was so weirded out, and that it wasn't full.

Funny. So, this happened in July of 2021, and it's really bothered me, but I haven't told anyone until this post. I work for DoorDash and was working later than usual, and it was getting dark. Pretty much fully dark, so I would guess around 8 p.m. I had finished a delivery and was about to pull onto a six-lane main street, with center turn. lane out of a neighborhood slash residential road. The road I'm trying to turn right onto is pretty dead. I look left and see a few cars with headlights on almost a block away as a stoplight. I pull out, and as I do so, I check one more time at the distance of the cars.

I don't remember seeing the cars at the light, but now there is a black sedan bearing down on me. and I mean right there, about to hit me. I could still recall exactly what it looks like. The shape of the headlights, lights were on, and everything. I freeze up and prepare for impact while trying to accelerate out of its way, even though I know it's too late. Nothing happens. I look in all mirrors, turn, and look behind me,

and only see the other cars I had seen before now approach. approaching, but still at a distance. I end for the night, and I head home completely shaken. There's no way I could have dodged that car, and it turned the corner on to the road I was on without hitting me. This is the only way I can explain it vanishing, but it makes no sense. At the speed I was going, at least 40 miles per hour, the speed limit on that road, it would have had to have slammed its brakes, but I also heard nothing. I had this eerie feeling as I drove home that I was dead.

I cannot shake it for weeks. Now, at this point, I'm sure that I'm not a ghost, but I still cannot let go of the feeling that something is off. Maybe I glitched into a reality where I died or was badly injured, T-boned on the driver's side at 40 miles per hour, would not be good, I imagine, and then glitched either back, or maybe I ended up in a different reality from the one that I started in. I feel crazy just saying that, but I just know even now that something is not the same

since then. Some things in my life are different since then, too. I don't want to make this too long, but here's a short description of a few of the things that stand out to me. My significant other stepmother hates me. She was really friendly before, but just kind of snobby. She's a rich person. But since then, she's always hostile when we visit,

making rude or snide remarks and or giving me the cold shoulder the whole time. My best friend is really distant. She suddenly stopped reaching out. me and when I reach out to her, she only replies with a few words and then stops. We used to chat for hours almost every day before that. I tried getting to the bottom of it, and she keeps referring to falling out and drifting apart. Like it's something that happened over a long period of time. I don't want to weird her out with too many questions, but I just don't recall that.

To me, it seemed like she suddenly went longer than usual without talking to me. I'm slowly rebuilding our relationship, but I'm still not sure what from. I'm less anxious about sex. I experienced abuse as a child and adolescent that left me afraid of sex. Suddenly, I'm just able to do it and enjoy it far easier with my significant other than before. We rarely did, barely once a month, before this, and now I can do it much more regularly without the difficult mental struggle that came before. I can still recall the trauma, but it suddenly doesn't bother me now. My significant other even complained before about how little we had sex, but has never mentioned being glad that we do it more frequently now or anything.

It just seems like that's how it is. There's Facebook memories that I don't remember. So sometimes I'll scroll Facebook memories, and I can remember most of them, or I can shrug them off and say, it seems like something I would have shared back then, but sometimes one will pop up that I cannot recall posting it at all. These are usually things I write out myself. What I was doing that day or my feelings or something,

which is not something I do much. But every week or so I see one ranging from a year ago to ten or more years ago. That just makes me think, why did I post that? I don't remember saying or feeling that way at all. That's not like me, etc. There are other small changes that are less important, but these ones I take note of every day. Thanks for reading my long post.

I hope to hear people's ideas about what may be going on or what kind of glitch I may have experienced that I've struggled with. I've had a few glitches that have left me feeling unsettled. A favorite necklace that I lost for five months and looked everywhere for turned up on top of my jewelry bag with no explanation. I lost two pairs of tweezers in a week

and two entirely different pairs of tweezers turn up in my house. Anyways, this stuffed cat experience is by far the weirdest. So, as a child, I was obsessed with cats. One of my first stuffed animals was a little gray cat named Oliver. He started out so luscious and fuzzy, but I loved him so much that over the years he took quite the beating. His fuzz is now completely tamped down. His once black marble eyes are now all scratched up.

basically he's a stuffed animal that has been well loved for almost 25 years so anyways the summer we travel across the country to visit my husband's family my sister-in-law 11 as getting some toys out of her room for all the kids to play with when i see oliver immediately i was like what no way i have a stuffed cat just like this and to which both my mother-in-law and sister-in-law gave me a strange look. And my mother-in-law said, Yeah, you're the one who gave it to us.

Instantly, I had this super weird feeling. I did not give it to them. First of all, Oliver had tremendous sentimental value to me. He was like my favorite toy for years. I would never give him away. Secondly, he is so grungy and yucky. If I was giving a gift to my sister-in-law, I would have given her something new. Thirdly, I was sure that Oliver was still back home,

which I confirmed when we got home a few days later. He was sitting in my daughter's room, looking just as ragged as usual. So, basically, Oliver duplicated himself, and I gave him my daughter's room. away to my sister-in-law in a parallel dimension. So, this happened a few years ago. Myself and my girlfriend were having two friends, one female, one male, over for the weekend, all in one room with multiple beds. Added context, the female friend, will call her Emma, was my girlfriends, who were

going to call Rachel, close friend from her hometown. As teenagers, they both live. in the same small village, and Emma knew Rachel's family very well. Rachel's grandmother, whom she lived with at the time, was an abusive and very devout Catholic. It was rough. We're getting dressed one morning to go pick up some snacks for the day, casually talking and getting ready. I'm actively having a conversation with Emma as we're both getting dressed. I'm looking at her as she's pulling up her trousers, and suddenly hear a little tiny noise,

metallic, like a jewelry chain. Emma looks at her hand, and she's suddenly holding a rosary. She looks confused as hell. She looks at Rachel and says, Is this yours? Rachel looks at the rosary, and, equally confused, confirms this was indeed hers. However, she then goes on to say that there's no way

that this could even be here. This was a rosary her grandmother gave her only a few years prior. She's not Catholic herself, so when she moved away, she didn't even bring it with her. She didn't care about the rosary. The rosary is now ripped. Rachel said that she had left it intact. Furthermore, the rosary was made of wooden beads. It had a very distinctive rose scent to it.

notes that's not uncommon. I've seen and smelled these before in my life, and that smell lasts pretty much forever. Rachel goes to smell it. I go to smell it, and the smell is completely gone. Nobody really knows what to think of this. We're all feeling various degrees of uncomfortable

at the thought of an old rosary that's appeared in someone's hand out of nowhere. I half jokingly said to Rachel, this might be some sort of sign. Maybe your grandmother died and is going to haunt you now. We leave the house and decided to throw away the rosary just in case. We're not keen on inviting any weird energy into our lives. Approximately two weeks later, Rachel's grandmother passes away.

It's been about six years, and I still don't know how to explain this. Hey Raven, I hope all is well. Here's my glitch story. A few years ago, I was changing clothes and just put my dirty clothes, including my socks, on the middle of my bedroom floor, out of laziness. A couple of days go by with me lazily adding to the mess that my room was, completely covering that pair of socks. About three days after placing the socks on the floor, I was getting out of my pajamas for bed. When I was opening the drawer where I had my PJs, I was surprised to see the socks inside the drawer. I don't share a room with anyone, and I didn't have any friends over as my room was an absolute mess.

There'd be no reason for my parents or my sister to sift through all the junk on my floor, just to put dirty socks in a random drawer. So no way it was one of them. I'm still so confused to this day, especially gay. given the randomness of the socks taking a few days before randomly relocating. I can't explain what happened today, and I've never come across anything like it in my life. I literally cannot stop thinking about it. Today, as I was leaving work after a meeting and driving home on my all-to-familiar route,

and before anyone asks, yes, I was sober, and no, I wasn't under the info. of any drugs. I also have no mental health issues, nor am I under any abnormal stress. Anyway, I was coming to a turn off the road, and there was a car in front of me that had stopped to let the traffic pass. They had the right-of-way. This is a popular crossing for people trying to skip the road. As I came to a stop, I noticed a woman wanting to cross.

She stood out to me instantly, and she stood out to me instantly. as she was carrying a Tesco bag at a weird angle. Instead of holding it by the straps, she had the opening curled up and was holding it out from her chest. She appeared to be in her mid-50s and was wearing a woolly hat, park a jacket, and the hood up. She hurt my little heart, as you could tell that she didn't have much money, and she had a sad expression on her face.

I waved my hand to signal to her to go ahead and cross in front of me, and she gave a gentle nod to thank me. I thought nothing of it until I traveled about ten minutes in the direction of which she was coming from. As I pulled to a set of red lights, I put on my handbrake and someone caught my eye to the left of my vision. It was the exact same woman, same clothing, carrying the same bag, heading in the same direction she was originally headed towards. This happened at 2.30-ish p.m. and it is now 10 p.m. I can't stop thinking about it. It would be almost impossible for her to get there ahead of me via means of transport or walking. I know the buses that pass this route and none of them passed me.

I thought that maybe she caught a ride of someone, but again, I would have been ahead of them. And to get to where I spotted her the second time, you'd have been. have to go around yourself adding around 20 minutes extra journey time. I'm a skeptical person, so I told my wife, and she just kind of laughed it off and didn't take me seriously. Anyone have any ideas or similar stories? I'm really trying to make sense of this for my own sanity. I live with my parents. My mother leaves for work every day at 6 a.m. and returns at 3 p.m. Today she came back at 10 a.m. And I talked to her and asked why she came back early.

She told me that she managed to get off work early and that she would start making dinner soon. I said, okay, well, call me when you're done. After about two hours of waiting, I realized that I couldn't hear any sounds from the kitchen. And I always hear them when someone is cooking something. So I went to the kitchen, and my mother was gone. I went through the whole house. My mother was nowhere to be found. I was alone at home.

I thought that it was strange because my mother always tells me when she goes out. For example, to the store or even to water the flowers in the garden. So I went back to my room and went back to playing my game. At 3 p.m., my mother came back, called me, she always does this, said hello and I asked, Why did you leave the house and not tell me? And where'd you go anyway? She replied with,

Well, I was at work, Jasmine. I always come back at 3 p.m. I explained to her that she was home at around 10, that I talked to her, and that she even told me that she would be making dinner. She explained to me that she wasn't. We talked about it for a while, and then my mother decided that I had simply

mixed up the days. But that's not possible. She was at home. I saw her and I talked to her. This isn't the first time something like this has happened to me. I'm sharing this story because it happened to me today.

Anticipating the question, why didn't you call your mom and verify it right away? We live in the mountains. My mother works on the Polish-Ukrainian border, and there's no signal there, so calling is pointless. So this just happened. I just got home and I'm still shaking. I was just driving on the

freeway when I noticed out of my peripheral, a tire bouncing sideways from the slow lane on the other side of the freeway. I'm in the fast lane, and now I'm coming up to the tire, and then everything happens so fast. But the tire seems to have picked up more momentum, and to my horror, it completely bounces over the median, and was now coming straight at me. Again, this happened so quickly, I didn't even have time to react. My last thought was, hell, this is going to hurt. I took my foot off the gas and prepared for the impact of this tire through my front windshield. Only nothing hit me. I immediately looked behind me to see if it had hit the person behind me,

but there was no one behind me. I'm shaking, looking in the rearview mirror for where the tire landed, and I didn't see it. I pulled over on the shoulder to catch my breath and calm down. I was shaking so bad

that my teeth were chattering. All of the sudden, I hear brakes squeaking, and two cars, about a mile up in front of me, swerving out of the way. and that's when I noticed the tire laying in the middle of the road. But how?

That tire came at me a mile back. How was it a mile ahead of me laying in the middle of the road? I'm still having a hard time trying to process what just happened still. I swear ever since I made the post about my glitch this summer, weird crap keeps happening. Nothing like what just happened, and I know it's because now I know. noticed things more, but I don't like this.

I went off this ride, because that was too much. So, this happened a few years ago. I was driving back from college. I live in the Finland's in the UK, and anyone who knows the Fenlands knows that roads are limited. I was driving towards Eli at the Sutton Roundabout. I lived in the countryside, and there was really only one way to get to my house from where I was coming from, and it was the way that I was going. It was rush hour, and I was stuck in slow-moving traffic.

Bored, I was looking around at the other side of the road, and I spotted my dad's car, driving in the opposite direction. His car was a bright blue Citro and Picasso. He got it when they first came out, and there weren't many of these cars in our area. So it did catch my car. my eye. Not to mention his number plate ended with ha ha ha. I looked at the number plate first and there it was. Number,

number, number, ha. Surprised? I looked up and there were my parents. Both were looking really angry. I waved to get their attention wondering what was wrong. They didn't look. They just carried on looking straightforward. I was a bit concerned with how angry they looked and the fact that they didn't notice I was sitting only a few cars in front of them. Not to mention, I was easy to spot. I had a bright orange corza at the time, not easy to miss and very rare color for any car. So usually people who knew me noticed my car before I saw them. I couldn't really stop as the traffic was moving and I couldn't turn around. As I said, the road was packed and there were no safe places to pull over.

For my direction, I was about ten minutes from home, so I thought it was best to carry on home, and then ring Mom's phone as she wasn't driving to see what was wrong. I sort of raced home once I got off the main road and on to the back lanes. We had quite a long winding drive with huge bushes on either side, so you couldn't really see our drive, or the house, or the house, the angle of the road. As I drove up the drive, I was shocked to see my dad's car

sitting in front and center of the drive, in its usual place. Confused, I parked up and ran in the house to find my dad and mom sitting in the living room. I asked them what was wrong, forgetting that there was no way that they got home first. They both looked perplexed and said nothing.

I asked how they got home before me, and they said they hadn't left the house all day. Dad hadn't been well, so they were relaxing all day watching TV. I still wonder what I saw. It was their car. Same number plate. Mum was even wearing her distinctive raincoat. Even if they were pulling a prank on me, there is no way they would have gotten home before me. There is no road they could have slipped down to beat me.

to the house. I honestly cannot explain this. I went to work at 6.30 as usual. Everything is normal up to that point, until I reached the building where the security guard wasn't there, and the gate was open. I thought to myself, maybe he went somewhere, so I went in and parked my car in the usual spot.

Now, to explain the layout, there are three elevators, and facing them one door behind. it is the stairs, and when you face the elevators, on your right there is a big door, and on the left there is the water closet door on every floor. Back to me. I developed the habit of taking the stairs since I worked on the fourth floor, and I tried to be active. So, as usual, I went into the building and opened the stairs door.

It was weirdly dim, but I thought nothing of it, and climbed to the ground floor, passing the closed door, and the next flight of stairs was even darker. And I heard a weird low rumble from up the stairs. Going up, I could see that the door was open and it was dark. When I reached the door, I was stunned. The three elevator doors were not there. It was just a wall with the small monitors glowing faint red, all of them saying, G.

I peeked from outside, and I peeked from outside, and I had, I noticed that the other doors were missing, too. It was just a dark room with only the elevator monitors. I partially closed the door, and I noticed that the sign that said first floor wasn't there. I felt cold, so I ran up to the fourth floor and went to my office, trying to process what I just saw. On my break, I went down the stairs just to find the door has the sign, and inside is just normal. I know what I saw. Am I going crazy?

I'm not on drugs, nor am I sleep deprived. Okay, this is extremely weird that I stumbled across this thread. About two weeks ago, I'm at work, and I work in a machine shop with a very large yard. It's all white rock gravel that's fenced in. I vape, and so I have to walk across the yard to vape in the smoking area. Well, I was on my way out to vape and wanted to grab some change out of my car for the vending machine. I'm vaping on my way out to the car, walk through the security gate, puffing on my vape.

On the way, I stuck my vape in my left front pocket, like always. This is a ritual habit. I always put it in that pocket. I open the door, and I'm digging out the change from my cup holder. I grab some empty wrappers to throw away, shut the door, start walking back, and reach in my pocket. No vape. There's nothing. So I start looking around.

Everywhere. I literally walked every inch of that yard. Like I said, it's white rock gravel, and it's easy to see things. I searched my car, under and around it, everywhere. But nothing. At this point, I'm really... baffled. Like, what the hell? Where did my vape disappear from my pockets to? But I didn't find it. Nine hours later, it was about 1.30 in the morning. I get home and clean up, change clothes, etc., and then go to

sleep. I wake up the next morning, and another ritual is then I make my bed. So I pull the blankets up and the sheets off, and what the hell? Holy crap. I'll be damned, there's my freaking vape at the foot end of my bed under the sheet,

which is tucked in down there. How in the holy hell did it even get there, let alone from my workplace pocket? I'm still baffled. This is very weird.

I honestly can't even come up with a logical explanation for it. Preface, no drugs were involved and no history of schizophrenia, psychosis, etc. I just want to add that this happened while I was laid off and not long after, I also received a job offer using the same technique, a 55% raise over my last role, which was well paying to begin with. Okay, so let's get into it now.

This story might have been the definition of F around, and find out. I've been lurking here for a couple of months and had originally tried to share this in a Neville Goddard sub, only for it to get denied or just never see the light of day. Then, I realized

it might actually be better suited here. Long story short, I started tampering with the Law of Assumption a few months ago. If you're not familiar with it, the Neville Goddard sub is a good intro. The long and short of it is that it's a specific manifestation technique.

Anyways, there was one particular experiment that I did that left me shocked for days. Based on the title, I know it may seem silly, but let me explain. The story goes back to early December of last year. I was craving chicken pad Thai one day and decided, you know what, let me try to do this with Pad Thai and prove that I can be specific. The intention behind this wasn't to get free pat-tie, but to prove something else unequivocally to myself. Choosing something trivial was just to make it easier.

So I got to work with visualization, and a few days later, some friends invited me over for dinner. They had made orange chicken and rice, and I tell the universe, or myself, okay, close, but no. I want chicken, pad tie. I go back to the drawing board and pinpoint what I needed to change. This time I focused on seeing the noodles, the scalyons, the cashews, the chicken,

and I imagined the taste as best as I could. I even imagined the place and manner in which this might happen, and then I just dropped it. Fast forward a couple of days, I was out doing Uber Eats for a bit, and just as I was about to head home, I get an order from this place I would occasionally go, but not often, and where I had gotten to know some of the guys.

On my way, I think, man, I'm so hungry. I hope they give me free food. Mind you, they hadn't given me any free food up to that point. Also, they had zero knowledge that chicken patty is my favorite dish. On top of this, they're also a storefront for five other virtual restaurants. restaurants. Chinese food is their main one, and then Vietnamese, Japanese, Thai, and wings, and then one other that I can't recall, meaning the menu options were at least 50 plus. Anyway, I pull up and one of the guys I know is there, and he says, are you hungry?

And I go, ugh, yeah, starved. And then he goes, I saved something. I've been waiting all day to give it to someone special. Do you like chicken fried rice? And I go, I love chicken fried rice. So it's established that it's chicken fried rice. Allegedly. We chat a bit, and I leave with my free food thinking, Okay, not pad tie, but I'm still grateful. I'm mulling it over in my head while driving and pulling over for my next pickup.

As I'm sitting in my car, I glanced over at the box and think, what if it's somehow chicken pad tie? For some reason, I suddenly got really nervous and approached the box with trepidation. As I'm unpacking it, I stopped cold when I had cracked it just enough to peek inside. You guys, I kid you not. Inside, pad, tie. My jaw dropped, and I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing for a bit. and as all this is happening,

some rando guy comes up to my window asking for my number too. Excuse me, sir, but I'm a little busy having a meltdown right now. Anyways, it was so overwhelming that I bawled afterwards, and I went on a very long drive that night. So it begs the question, which came first? the chicken fried rice or the chicken pad tie. Was it always chicken pad tie, or did I jump into a reality halfway through where it changed? As ridiculous as it sounds, this little bit of trickery is what made me start exploring the possibility of parallel dimensions.

I would also love to hear your thoughts. I'm a senior at college, and I've had the same backpack since my freshman year. year. It's a simple gray leather backpack with three compartments, and one small compartment with a zipper inside the biggest one. It also doesn't have any cloth lining on the inside. The incidents have only started happening this week. On Monday, I put a new lipstick in the smallest compartment where I usually put my makeup and stationary. I didn't use it or even take it out the whole. morning, and when I tried using it in the afternoon, I couldn't find it anywhere in my bag. The only other person who had access to my bag was my best friend, and he's a guy who doesn't

use makeup at all. The two of us turned my whole bag inside out, and when we couldn't find the lipstick, he suggested that I probably forgot it at home, and I must have just thought that I took with me. I agreed, but when I got home, I still could not find the lipstick anywhere. I was so adamant about finding it because I had just bought it last week, and it was kind of expensive. Fast forward to yesterday, we were having coffee with some friends before our classes started for the day.

I myself hadn't even opened my bag after leaving the house, and it was literally on my back the whole time. I opened it to get my wallet, and the first thing I see in there is the lipstick. I immediately showed it to my best friend, and we were shocked because

we had both turned the stupid thing inside out the previous day, and I'd even texted him that night telling him I hadn't found the lipstick at home. If this was the only time it had happened, I probably wouldn't have given it too much

afterthought. On my way home yesterday, I bought a pack of cigarettes. I'm trying to quit, but it's hard. I won't lie. And I kept it in my bag. Me and my best friends smoked a few, and there were at least six left. I even remembered thinking that I won't have to buy another pack for the night. And then I got home, tried to smoke one, and could not find the whole pack. I texted my friend asking,

if he accidentally took it, but he said he was sure he saw me put it back into my bag. And, just like the lipstick, I found the cigarette pack in my bag again this morning. I live with my aunt. She works a lot, and we're barely ever home at the same time, so it couldn't have been her.

That, and the fact that she never goes into my room, it doesn't really wear makeup at all. She's a nurse. she doesn't smoke. I really don't know what to make of it all, but in my own theory, unless something paranormal randomly decided to start messing with me, there's a pocket dimension in my backpack where things get teleported for a day. I've been thinking about it so much, and I just had to share it somewhere.

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