As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Volume 06 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: December 8, 2024

Today we have more than 2 hours of True 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. THERE IS ONE AD AT ABOUT 13 MINUTES This collection includes stories from February 2022, November 2022 and September 2023. 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. Support the channel for Early Access AND more! Patreon ➤ https://patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Check out the Merch Store! ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Much Love, and Sleep Well... ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #GlitchStories ➤ Stories include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Viewer discretion is always advised. ➤ ALL Audio of this Podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format, without explicit permission ➤ If you like any of the following stories, consider subscribing! - Dark Web horror stories, creepy lets not meet stories, stalker stories, Glitch In The Matrix Stories, Unexplained Horror stories, Paranormal stories, cryptid encounter stories, Crazy ex lover stories, creepy neighbor stories, quantum immortality, true scary stories from reddit, or any other True horror Stories! ➤ 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're aboard of Viarai. Embarked and profite. Embarked and relaxes. Cirotay. Bookine. Oh, that also. And profite. Viaray, the voice that we love that we love. 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. This happened a few months ago,

on a Thursday night, specifically, because I know that I was off the next day, and I'm off on Fridays. I was just wrapping up my workday, you know, the usual nine-to-five grind, and was looking forward to a quiet evening at home, catching up on Netflix, stranger things, ironically.

I live in a small apartment complex, second floor apartment of a three-floor building. I've been living here for a while, about four years at the point of this story, and I know all of my neighbors pretty well. I know which ones are a bit out there and which ones are, I guess, normal people. Not judgmental, but I know that you know what I mean

when I say normal versus weird ones. One of my neighbors, Jay, is, one of the normal ones. He does computer work for a hospital, so I know for a fact that he's not on any drugs, and he's probably not crazy. He and I have actually hung out a few times, so, to the best of my knowledge,

he's all there and completely sane. On the night in question, I got home, tossed my keys and wallet on the table, made myself something to eat and immediately sat down to watch stranger things, because I needed to get through season three still. Yes, I am way behind. I'm about halfway through the episode,

and I hear a knock on the door. I pause the show, get up, and answer it. And it was Jay, my next door neighbor. But he actually looked like he'd been crying, which is a bit weird for him, but I figured that something had happened. I asked what was up, and he responded with, Hey, man.

Um, have you seen my cat, Tom? I saw him this morning before work, but when I got home, I couldn't find him, and I'm a bit worried that he might have gotten out. Now, I know Tom. Tom is a long-haired gray cat, and he's probably my favorite cat in the world. The big issue with him getting out is that he's completely deaf, so he wouldn't make it out if he did get out. I tell him that I hadn't seen him and mention that I'll keep an eye out for him

and say that he couldn't have gotten far, basically anything to try to keep this guy calm because I know he loves that cat. Jay thanks me and says that he'll let me know if he finds him. I nod and we part ways. He goes back to his apartment, I go back to the chair to watch the rest of my episode. episode. Of course, the night is a bit jaded because I'm sitting there watching TV and thinking about Tom, and I'm worried about him. About ten minutes later, I pause the show again,

just not able to get back into it, and I start to go to get a glass of water, when I hear another knock on the door. I think it's Jay coming to tell me that he found Tom, and when I open it, it is Jay, but he still looks pretty frazzled. Initially, I was worried that the worst may have happened, but Jay starts in with, Hey, man, have you seen my cat, Tom? I saw him this morning before work, but when I got home, I couldn't find him, and I'm a bit worried he might have gotten out. I say that I still haven't seen him, and he looks confused.

What do you mean still? I responded telling him that he came by earlier and asked me the same question. He seriously looks lost, saying that he hadn't left his apartment since he got home because he's been tearing it apart trying to find Tom. At this point, I'm sitting there thinking, Is this guy messing with me? But before I can say anything, he just asks me to keep an eye out for him and says he's going to go drive around and look for him.

I shut the door and just stood there thinking, What? That was really out of character for Jay. He's always been a level-headed individuals, so it was weird that he was being so, well, weird. I once again go back to the show, but I cannot get back into it at all, just trying to make sense of what happened.

Like, did Jay go crazy or? something? Did I imagine the first conversation? It was freaky, but I decided to just go to bed at that point, wasting my night, but I wanted the day to be over. The next morning, I got up and decided that I wanted to go get coffee. I got dressed at the early hours of eight in the morning, and walked out to the hallway. I decided that I would go ahead and check in on Jay to see if he found Tom. I knock on his door, and after a couple of seconds, he answers. As he answers the door, he's holding the fluffy gray love lump named Tom. I smiled when I saw him, and he asked me what was up. I mentioned that I wanted to check on him to see if he had found Tom, but obviously

he did. Again, he looked at me confused, and asked what I meant. I mentioned that the night before, he was missing, that he came over and asked me if I had seen him. Jay then asks me if I'm okay at this point, and I laugh, asking why. He then says that he worked the overnight shift the previous night, that he was at work from eight to seven, because he had to do a major hardware upgrade for a hospital, and he had just gotten home right before I knocked. It was like he and I were playing this weird ping pong game of confusion, and it was once again my turn. I then asked him if Tom had been missing at all, and he said that he'd been in this apartment the whole time to the best of his knowledge.

I confirmed once again that he didn't come knocking on my door the night before, and he said that he wasn't home, so it could not have been him. I just kind of nodded and said, okay, and that I was glad that he was doing well, and I went ahead and exited the conversation as quickly as I could. I really didn't want to dive down that rabbit hole again. So, that's my story. And it's the only thing like this that I've ever experienced. Somehow, my neighbor who was at work on an overnight shift

came to my door twice to tell me that his cat was missing, even though he was nowhere near our complex, and his cat was never actually missing. I have no idea if this was some kind of prank or something, but that would be very unlike Jay. And again, he's always been a straight shooter, so I don't think that he was on anything or lying to me. I don't know what did happen, but I don't think it was that. I guess in the end I'm just grateful that Tom was okay, and that everything worked out for the best. Greetings.

I'm submitting this story to you, Raven, not because it's a perfect fit for a glitch tale, but because in my head I can clearly hear your voice reading it. Also, since 2004, when it occurred, my husband and I still occasionally discuss what happened and remained completely baffled. I guess we're kind of hoping that some of your listeners have had a similar experience. This happened during a spectacular thunderstorm with truly terrifying lightning, making the entire sky look like it was exploding with electricity. This may or may not be a factor in what occurred.

I'd been watching satellite TV, which suddenly winked out. I warily unplugged my computer and some appliances, including the TV for good measure. The electric lights in the room remained on. After about 20 minutes, for lack of anything better to do, I pulled out my new Nokia's 7650 cell phone to play with the camera, which was a novelty since we were definitely unacquainted with digital photography. I was scanning the living room, looking through the cell phone lens,

and as I passed it across the dark-gray TV screen, I clearly saw the image of a man's face, a stationary, with a penetrating stare in tones of black and white. I screamed from my husband telling him to bring his Nokia camera with him. I had noticed that I only saw the face clearly when looking through the cell phone camera lens. My husband appeared from his office, phone in hand, and followed my gaze to the TV screen. When he looked through his camera, I heard a sharp intake of breath, and when I looked again, there were two men's faces on the screen that were somewhat similar because of the old-fashioned hairstyles and collars.

We both snapped pictures, just hoping that we were doing it right, and upon looking at the result, were amazed to see three faces. The third man was blonde and stationed. like the others, but he had a slightly amused expression on his face. Then we both noticed a fourth man's face, coming into view in the upper right corner of the TV screen, but the nose was slightly distorted, as if slightly smeared. I am happy to report that none of the faces were frightening. All four men were youngish, and even good-looking, with only the first face I'd spotted displaying a series.

expression. We watched about five minutes longer, until the faces slowly faded away. We had no idea what to do with the photos, which were not nearly as clear as the image we'd seen on the TV. Note the 2002 Nokia 7650 had a 176 by 208 pixel display. The iPhone 5, in contrast, has an 8 megapixel camera with a 760s. autofocus flash, and built-in face detection. I finally uploaded the photos to a website designed for sharing photos,

but we were disappointed to find that our images shown on the website seemed almost exploded, and were hardly recognizable unless you had seen the originals. Neither my husband nor I had been drinking, and neither of us had ever had a paranormal experience. We had heard of instrumental transcommunication, or ITC, whereby electronics were used to contact our dimension from supposedly other worlds or the afterlife. You can believe me when I say we studied the subject at length, but never saw any stories quite like ours where an unplugged and cooled down TV set showed images that were only clear when looking through a first, first generation digital camera. We were also puzzled why the images appeared old-fashioned, almost like daguerreotypes.

I like to think that these gentlemen were attempting to contact us for some reason, but I find it unlikely. However, there was a follow-up event several months later involving another TV in our house, which will be another story. should this one intrigue you? Which, yes, it did intrigue me, so if you want to send that other story my way, please go ahead and do so. This isn't written in the submission, I'm just saying this off script, because I would, like the other story, please. So, this just happened, and it gets weirder by the minute. Last month, I purchased a two-pack of Wilton's cinnamon oil.

in order to make Christmas candy. I was especially looking forward to it because, as a child, I ate anise hard candy every Christmas, but I wanted to have cinnamon oil as a backup in case nobody liked the anise. This year I had enough time that I thought I would tackle the project, since I've not had tasted either in many years. Not one hour ago,

I tore every cupboard, closet, and over, under, inside behind each drawer in my entire house looking for this oil that I distinctly remember ordering and opening. It came on a hanging yellow and purple cardboard pack, which was, as I said, Wilton Brand. When it came in the mail last month, I held up that package and showed my family what it was and asked that nobody, you know, mess with it until after I've made the candy. After ripping the house apart, I asked my husband if he remembered the cinnamon oil. Yes, of course, he replied. I was looking forward to trying the candy. I asked him if he remembered what it looked like.

Yeah, a purple and yellow package, two tiny bottles. I tell him that I can't find it anywhere. I've destroyed the house over half an ounce of cinnamon oil. He then helps me look. No one has been in my kitchen at all during November or December, other than myself, my son, who is six, my husband. We keep the doors locked when we're not in there. Absolutely no one could have moved it, and now I'm kind of bugging out.

There's nowhere that this stuff could be hiding in my house. No one was here. We don't have pets or ghosts or anything at all that would remotely explain it not being where I remember putting it. So where is it? I've had an emotional holiday season and day, and I just want to make some candy. and this is making me feel a little crazy. I start questioning whether or not I even really bought it, which of course doesn't help. It dawns on me, the purchase history.

At least I can see that I did order it, and then I won't feel crazy. I just want to see proof that I had it and feel like I can trust what the screen says, can't I? But it's not there. It isn't in the purchase history for what? Walmart, where I order groceries online, and sometimes things get shipped to the house. I checked the individual orders, because it'll display when an item was ordered but out of stock. Not there. I bounce over to Amazon. Nope. I'm kind of laughing at this point because this is just silly, right? I mean, I can run out and find some more oil, maybe. Or maybe. Or maybe.

I need to be mentally evaluated, but my husband distinctly remembers it too. We were both standing near the dining table, and our son was sitting at the table, late afternoon, like 4.30. It came in a yellow, padded envelope. I showed them the oil. I put it back into the envelope and put the envelope in the cupboard, or I keep all my flavorings and baking supplies. We then went out for tacos. I was wearing a white shirt, I spilled a little horchata on it, my husband had the barbacoa this time, and I had the Alpasteur.

I remember this entire day. So I go to my email, whereas we all know anytime an order is placed, confirmed, shipped, or delivered, there's an email for that. I should have three or four separate emails for the one order that I placed. Because if there was some technical glitch on the apps or the website, I should at least be able to see the email. Except, it's not there. I try every keyword I can think of. I scroll through my orders.

Nothing. There is neither email evidence nor in-app order history of me having purchased this oil at all. As far as anyone could possibly tell by looking in my home or online, I have no proof of ordering and receiving this package. Only my memory. In theory, that would be fine. I could just attribute it to my imagination, or a dream perhaps. Maybe just stress or something.

But my husband remembers everything the same way I do, and that I cannot explain. This all just feels like a glitch to me. In the late summer of 2018, I started my first job out of college, as an outdoor educator in upstate New York. For this position, I lived in a small cabin in the woods on the company's 350 acres of forest, along with my seven other coworkers.

When I moved into the room that would be mine for the next, year, it was a mess. Old remnants from the summer camp were scattered about the room, dust and spiders occupied the corners, but an old curtain with an outdated pattern was tied in a neat knot, hanging in front of the window on the wall near my bed. I wasted no time cleaning the place to my liking, and redecorating in a way that felt more like me, since I would be looked like, living there for the next year. I brought in my quilted comforter with soft seashell patterns. I put a pink salt lamp in the corner,

and I replaced the ugly curtain with a gray and white striped one that better suited my style. Oh, and of course I added some twinkle lights. A few days went by, and I started to settle into my new home. I believe it was still my first week on the job. It could have been the second. I went to bed as usual. I slid my curtain shut.

Slid because I just push it to one side or the other. I don't tie it in knots. I turned off my salt lamp and went to sleep. I had not been drinking any alcohol, using any substances, and I wasn't even super tired or anything. The next morning, I woke to find that my curtain had been tied in a neat little. not, just as the old curtain was the day that I moved in. Now, mind you, I had a roommate, so the very first thing I did was ask her if, for some reason,

she did this, or if she noticed me doing it in my sleep. She looked confused, but she said she didn't. I thought about the possibility that she was just playing a prank on me. I'm not sure how she would have thought to do that. However the way my bed was positioned against the wall, right up next to the window, she would have literally had to climb on top of me to do that, and it surely would have woken me up. Although it could be possible that I did this in my sleep, I have a hard time believing this because tying up curtains like that is not something I have ever done.

I always slide them to one side or another. In fact, when I tried to imitate how it had been tied to show my roommate, it was not natural. It took me a minute to even figure out how to do it that way. The funny part is that I decided I liked the look of the knot, and after that incident, I started tying my own curtains up that way. I still, to this day, do not have an answer as to how this knot appeared in my curtain on my bedside window. However, I'd love to ponder theories. Two years ago, I made the move to another town,

approximately two and a half to three hours away from my hometown, which, by the way, I'd always lived in up until this move. I moved because myself and my husband had bought a nice quirky coastal hotel that we began running ourselves. Anyway, at this point, I had noted that the past, past year or so I had put on a few pounds, thanks to lockdowns, and I was feeling generally unfit and a bit frumpy. For context, I'd always naturally been a healthy size and felt generally healthy, previous to this. So the fact that I was feeling frumpy just lately

was bothering me. So, me and my eldest daughter decided that we would join a local gym in our new town. I had never joined a gym before, nor ever done any sort of workout, in any sort of way. Hence, I mentioned before, that I'd never been unhealthy or overweight to the point that I ever felt

I needed to join a gym. You can say that I just had never had any sort of interest in fitness at all previous to this. We were recommended a few local gyms by the locals of the town. However, one certain gyms sounded like our most desired option, in particular for the fact that it was

an independent gym. For those of you who don't understand what this means, it means it was a line gym, so it wasn't a chain of gyms across the country or globe. It was literally just one of its kind and independently ran. We liked this idea of supporting independent businesses, as we understand how challenging it can be with us running our own independent hotel. Hell. Anyway, me and my daughter popped into this gym on an off chance that we may be able to get

some information and possibly even sign up there and then. To our luck, we were. We sat and spoke to a PA there who went through all the ins and outs of all the different equipment and such. Then it came to us signing up for a year's membership. My daughter went ahead and gave all of her information, had her photo taken by them, and was uploaded into their system. Next, it was my turn.

However, once the lady had started taking my details, to her surprise and even more my own surprise, she turned the screen and looked at me and said, you're already a member. I said, what? No way. This must be some kind of mistake. I literally just moved here,

and I've never, ever, ever, joined a gym in my life. At this point, I began to think that maybe someone just happened to have the same name as me, but then what happened sent chills down my spine. She turned the computer screen around to me to show me that I was indeed already a member of this independent gym, and had been for around three years. And there was a photo ID of me. In this photo, I had multicolored pastel hair, which I no longer had now, but I did have three years prior.

There was no doubt that this was 100% me in that photo, and with my details. I proceeded to tell the woman that there was no way that this could be possible. She was just as confused as me. I actually only went to that gym twice before never read. returning again, as it just didn't feel right when I was there. I couldn't put my finger on it. I've recently been thinking about this event, which was a year ago now, and have considered going back to that gym and pressing them for more information on that

membership of me from those few years ago. But I don't want to seem like some kind of weirdo. It's strange as hell, and I guess I'll never know. Some could say that it may have been identity theft. However, I've pondered this, and thought if someone was to do that, they would have had to have gone into the gym for an induction, and the gym would have had to have gotten information from them to sign them up and taken their photo there.

And then for an ID badge, and plus, this person would have had to have paid a sum of money to join. so it's not like it could have been some kind of prank and anyways why would anyone do that and why would anyone be able to assume that I would ever join a gym let alone that one in particular plus I knew nobody in this town as I was new it was all just weird as hell this is a story that I've always wanted to share

and have finally found a sub where maybe it'll be taken seriously. Sorry for the length, but I'm including all context and detail. This occurred in 2020, with COVID in full-fledged. One of my best friends and I were back home from college, and were playing on a baseball team in Canada together that summer. We were only allowed to play one team, and the team was located an hour and 15 minutes away, going about 110 kilometers an hour from our town.

We also did not have a bus due to COVID, and drove ourselves to games. This is also the town that my friend was originally from, so I had done this drive probably a hundred times by this point. Another important note is that we would always time how long it took to get there and back, because sometimes we would go super fast and see how fast we could get there. Yeah, we were stupid kids, but I held the record with 37 minutes. You turn off the Trans-Canada Highway, about five minutes after leaving our town, onto this narrow, rural road.

It's single lane and nothing but farm or ranch land for the entire drive. The closest thing to civilization is the odd farmhouse you see. way beyond a field. Also, about halfway through the drive, there is a coolie which you must go up and down. It's impossible to miss, as it's the only part of the drive where you have to touch your pedals, other than to pass. Otherwise, you risk one, veering into the river, which is at the bottom of the coolie, by going too fast, or two, blowing out your engine due to the insanely steep hill.

Another important note is that there is only one way to get between these two towns, and that is the single-lane highway. Anyways, we made the drive there and played our baseball games and then sat for a bit. We talked with my friend's parents, watched them leave, and then sat at the ballpark for about 30 minutes afterwards. Finally, we decided to leave and we checked the clock, which read 517. We started talking as we drove, making time feel really fast, but after a while I looked at my friend and said, How have we not hit the coolie yet? He responded with, I don't know, but it should probably be right around this bend. We then pondered how it felt like we had been driving forever.

We got around the bend, but to our surprise, we did not see the coolly. But we were coming up to the main highway. already. I looked down to see that I was only doing 110 to 115 kilometers an hour. That's when both my friend and I checked the clock. This is when we realized the glitch. It was only 540. We thought there has to be some explanation.

So we went to my friend's house where we arrived at 545. We thought maybe we just forgot the time, but another detail doesn't add up. his parents aren't home. We immediately call his parents and ask where they are because they left 30 minutes before us, but they replied saying that they were only about halfway home. We interrogated them more saying, did you guys stop? No. Did we pass you? No.

In fact, we actually did not pass anyone the entire time. My foot never touched the pedals. We didn't go through the coolie. We passed people who left way before us, did a 115 kilometer drive in 20 minutes, and we have no clue how. Unless all four happens to have massive lapses of memory at the same time. We even checked snap maps with the travel feature, confirming that our trip lasted about 20 minutes. We still have no idea how we did a 1.25 hour drive in 20 minutes. and we bring it up every now and then still with zero explanation,

despite there being four witnesses for the event. Hello, Raven. I've been listening to your glitch stories for a while now, and as soon as I started listening, I realized that I, too, might have had my own glitch in the Matrix experience when I was a child. I'm now 28 years old, and I had to be about eight when this happened,

but I remember the fear and confusion as if it was yesterday. Let me start by setting the scene. I was about eight at the time, and one of my best friends lived just a couple houses down from mine, so we would hang out often. I went over to my friend's house, and we played most of the day before it was time for me to go back home. My friend's parents brought me back home,

watched me enter through the front door, and then walked back towards their house. I yelled from my living room, Hey, I'm home. No response. We lived in a fairly large house at the time, so when I first called for my parents and got no answer, I assumed that they were in their room or maybe the office.

No, not there. We had our garage converted into a game room, and if they were in there, they might not have heard me, so I go check the game room. No, not there. I go from room to room, and each one is empty, and as I slowly start to realize I can't find them anywhere,

I start panicking. I start frantically calling from my parents and going from room to room in a complete frenzy. As I said, I was eight at the time and an only child, so I quickly started to go into full panic at the thought of being there completely alone and not knowing where my parents were. I go outside to the backyard and front yard

to see if they're all out there, all the while calling out for them as loudly as I could. And at this point, I'm hysterically crying. I'm quite literally screaming out of my front door saying, Mom, Dad, please, where are you? I finally decided that I had to call my friend's house, and tell them what was going on. Cell phones weren't really a thing that everyone had back then,

so there was no way to call my parents. I call my friend's parents, and through my tears, I managed to tell them that I can't find my parents. And I'm scared because I know that they wouldn't have just left knowing that I would be coming home. My friend's dad says that he'll be right over to help me, and told me to just wait right there. so I do.

I'm still crying and freaking out, but patiently waiting by the front door, so that I can be there when he comes to the door. However, I was panicking and impatient, so I go outside to see if my friend's dad had arrived yet, and what do I see? My parents. They're outside talking to the friend's dad and seemed to be totally relaxed and unaware of the situation. I say, where were you? and my parents respond with

What are you talking about and why are you so upset? What happened? So I tell them that I've been searching all over for them. They have a look of complete confusion on their face as they say, Honey, we've been here the whole time. We were in the house. We just came outside whenever we saw,

insert friend's dad's name here, outside. I'm completely. confused, as I tell them that I had been quite literally screaming out for them and crying hysterically in the house. I tell them that I searched every single room, outside in the backyard, and in the front yard, and in the garage game room, everywhere, all while I was yelling their names. They told me that they didn't hear a single thing, and that they were inside the whole time, only to have come out after my friend's dad rushed over.

They tell me they heard me come in, and they thought that I knew they were there. I've asked my mom and dad about this now, as an adult, and it's always the same answers. We were there the whole time. They even laugh when they remember the story because they thought that it was funny that I was freaking out badly enough to call my friend's parents,

all the while they were right there. This makes no sense to me at all. How could they have been in the house and not heard my cries and yelling? How was it possible that I yelled for them while searching each room of the house, and yet they claim they heard nothing? It was a large enough house, but only four bedrooms, and it was a single-level house. So there couldn't have been any way that they would not have heard me,

and there couldn't be any way that I missed them in that. house. How could they have gone outside to the front yard when my friend's dad came over? How would I have missed them when I was waiting by the front door for him to come over? None of it makes any sense at all. I've tried to come up with some explanation for this, but I have none. So, was this a glitch? A time skip? Just, what? Or did they really just not hear me and I somehow didn't see them. I haven't really had any other glitch experiences, and for that I'm thankful, because that one experience was enough for me.

I had a weird and kind of frustrating glitch in the Matrix recently. It was both exciting because I love these stories, but also a bit terrifying, because it was something that really made no sense to me. It was about a week ago. I was in my room just talking on my phone with my bestie about nothing in particular. We chatted, made plans to meet up in a couple of hours for lunch, and then we hung up. As I was getting ready to go into the living room to watch TV, I had this really weird urge to clean my room. Like almost a forcefully compelling urge to do so.

My room wasn't really that messy, it was just a bit disorganized and could use a bit of a pickup. So, I gave in to this urge. I put my phone on my end table and I put on Spotify so I had some tunes to listen to while I did my cleanup. I put all of my clothes away, organized and cleaned up my desk, vacuumed, dusted my shelves, basically the whole nine yards when it comes to cleaning your room. At some point during this, the music stopped playing, and it was then that I remembered that my battery was low when I was on the phone. And I hadn't plugged it in, so my assumption was that the battery had just died. I told myself that I would make my bed and then go plug it in to the charger in the living room.

I pulled off my sheets, refitted everything and got the blankets all snug, and when I was satisfied with how everything looked, I reached over to grab my cell phone, and it was gone. I was a bit confused, but then I thought that I may have knocked it down when I was pulling the sheets off the bed, since I wasn't exactly being careful. I checked the floor around the table and under the bed,

but it wasn't there. My second thought was that I had gotten it under my sheets or something like that when I was making the bed, bed. So, I tore that all apart looking for it. Nothing. No phone whatsoever. I was seriously confused and sort of panicked, because I'd had my phone right there on the end table the entire time that I was cleaning. I was listening to music and had just gotten off the phone with my friend. So where the hell did it go? I looked through all the places that I had cleaned, my drawers where I put my clothes, around my desk, on my shelves. It was literally nowhere to be seen. I hit a point where I needed

to get going to meet up with my friend from the previously mentioned lunch date, so I pretty much had to abandon my search for my phone until later. I was upset and annoyed, but at the same time, the phone was definitely in my room, or at the very least in my apartment. So I wasn't terribly worried about it being gone. I grabbed my purse and my keys, locked up my apartment, and I left. Whenever I unlocked my car door

and sat down in the seat, I was really confused. My phone was sitting in the cup holder of my car, dead center between the seats. I literally stared at it for somewhere close to three minutes just trying to piece together how the hell my phone ended up in my car,

which was in the parking lot outside my building, and was definitely locked. Considering I'd had my phone in my bedroom, I was talking on it, in my bedroom. I was listening to music on it after the call while I was cleaning my bedroom. How could it have possibly ended up in my car? After staring like an idiot for a while, I decided to not look a gift horse in the mouth and just moved on.

I actually checked it, and even better, my battery wasn't dead. It was somehow still at 15%, right where it was when I hung up my call. I plugged it into my car charger to make sure it had battery just in case it decided to teleport again while I was out. So that's my little weird glitch that I can't explain. It's not creepy like some, but definitely bizarre. And something that I cannot find an explanation for. Some back story. I'm married.

My wife and I have had two separate people try to ruin our relationship and marriage. Their names are Jasmine and Horatio, who just goes by age. We are very dark humor individuals, and we grief each other in a healthy, comical way. So anything like Jasmine Tea, rice, scents, flowers, etc., my wife would supplement with the horror, rice, tea, flour, etc. There is an H Street, a few exits from where we live, and we frequent buying food and going to the mall, which is the H Street Mall. We both poke fun at these occurrences with our own little inside jokes.

As a reference point, one particular joke is a grunge band Local H and their song bound for the floor. It pops up fairly frequently on my phone's playlist when we're driving together, which is always a good laugh. One of the lyrics in the chorus is, You just don't get it, you keep it copacetic. My wife has said keep it copacetic numerous times. We've listened to this song numerous times.

I have a phenomenal memory. So good that I say it's a gift and a curse. Much like the titular character from the TV series Monk. Now, the glitch. My wife and I were playing our game just moments ago, and we were alternating impromptu jokes. It was her 35th birthday yesterday, we had a blast of a weekend,

and we're just celebrating a lazy Monday at home before we go to work in the evening. I brought up the song, and I played it for her, and she's just looking at me with the blankest of stairs. She claims that she has never heard this song. She has never used the chorus line. I started recalling all the instances we have had the interaction, and she just cannot recall.

Is she a different consciousness, or am I? And as a bonus, my wife has told me and our son, who is now 18, about breaking her arm as a kid. We both recall her saying that she fell out of a tree that she was climbing. It's now a joke because she says she never fell out of a tree, and that's not how she broke it. We had repeated instances of this argument. A year or two back, she asked our son and her. daughter and they all said that she had fell out of a tree. That's how she broke it. My mother-in-law confirmed that she never fell out of a tree, so why do my kids and I have a recollection that we

were told the arm break was from a tree fall? Mind you, again, I have a ridiculously great memory. My son, not so much, but we arrived at the same point. There are too many instances or occurrences, and this is not a misinterpretation or memory issue. Something with myself or the people around me has changed or been changed from what I know. I had to put my headphones on and blast music. I told my wife that I'm not upset with her because I was sounding upset after my explanation. I told her I'm just freaking out now, and I need a minute. So here I am blasting music in my eardrums and venting out this pose.

I've been waiting for my first post, and, well, here it is. I have other stuff, but I haven't had the determination to post it yet. I live in Europe, specifically in Italy, so forgive me if I make some errors. I was in the car with my mom. I wasn't a child. I was like 17 years old at the time. It was a few years ago when we were pretty much close to home, like three kilometers left. Suddenly, the car just stops working, and it happened in a dangerous part of the road.

Anyways, we pulled the car over as much as we could, near the edge of the road, and we were trying to figure out what happened. I raised my head, and in the rear view I saw the front of a car, and it was parked behind us. It was so close to ours that, for a moment, I thought, okay, we're dead. This car is going to crash into ours. Also, we didn't hear a noise, and it seemed that the car magically appeared behind us. A young man, 30 years old maybe, got out of the car behind us. He had black mirrored sunglasses, and he was wearing a white, elegant shirt. Then he reaches our car and goes, what's the issue here?

and we explained to him what happened. After my mom put the neutral gear on the car, I pulled the car with the help of the sky until we reached the safest place to stop the car. Then he returned to his car a few meters back and asked us again if we were okay. There wasn't much else at this point, except for the fact that once he got in the car again to leave us,

he went the other way. And it's weird because, Logically, a person that's driving in the same direction of travel means that when he's theoretically finished helping someone, he would proceed in that same direction. Also, it felt weird because he acted like we were wasting time explaining the situation to him, like he already knew everything. He never took his glasses off during this entire time as well. My mom told me after all this That when she shook his hand His hand was surprisingly light

Like it was matter-free Of course my mom thought maybe he was some sort of angel But in my opinion I think that there was something else going on in that exact place And that we shouldn't have been there for a reason And that the man had us move away very quickly And I'm sure that he wasn't going anywhere. He was just in that place to do this specific task and simply disappear.

This happened about three years ago. I had recently switched positions at Walmart. I started working on fresh cap two. The shifts were 1 p.m. to 10 p.m. Back then, we worked bakery, deli, meat, and produce. We were also the ones usually put in charge of working the 97 wall, lunchmeat, lunchables, and bacon. One night, around maybe 9.30 p.m., our team was told to stock as much of the 97 wall as we could. As me and a teammate are working, our team lead calls over to me and asks me to clean up the water on the floor in front of the deli counter. I'm not very good at estimated distances, but the deli counter is maybe 30 feet away from the 97 wall. Not very far at all.

You can see part of the deli counter from 97. I had a box of lunch meat with a couple of items left in it. I get a little frazzled sometimes when making decisions quickly, so I kind of went back and forth in my mind deciding whether I should quickly stock the items left in the box. or hurry to clean up the water. My team lead made it sound urgent, so I ended up setting the box with the items in it down on the shelf and went to grab paper towels.

I thought to myself, quickly clean up the water, and then you can finish this box and a cart of freight. After I finished cleaning up all the water, which only took a few minutes, I went back over to finish stalking that box that I had left. But when I returned, the box was gone. I saw it had been broken down already sitting on the cardboard cart.

I was confused, so I asked my teammate who was there the whole time, if she had worked it for me, and said that she didn't have to as I was going to come back for it. What she told me, freaked me out. She said that I did it. She said she saw me stalking. the items, and then even pull out my box cutter to break the box down. I have no memory of that.

All I remember is contemplating whether or not I should stock it before or after cleaning up the water spill, and then choosing to clean up the spill first. But she said that she saw me do it. I was pretty freaked out afterwards. I'm a Gemini, so I joked that it was my second, and alternate personality that came out and did it for me, or that me from another dimension slipped through to do it. I don't know, but it still weirds me out thinking about it from time to time.

I don't know if it was a glitch in the dimensions, universe, or just a glitch in my mind. I wanted so badly to ask management if they could show me the cameras to see what happened, but I knew they wouldn't, though. and they would just look at me like I was a lunatic. I thought I would post my other unexplained glitch here as well. Like I said in my previous post, I've seen, slash, felt, a number of weird things in various national parks and national forests. I'm actually going to get my wilderness first responder certification this March, because of some uneasiness last summer. in a remote park.

But really only this and my other posts could be described as a glitch in the Matrix. I did a volunteer program after college, and we frequently went on nature retreats as a big group. This happened in November 2018 at a campground just east of Mount Rainier National Park. It was so remote that no one in our nearly 50-person group had cell phone service. Our only tie to the outside world was a ranger that came to check on us once a day. We weren't allowed to have alcohol or drugs at these retreats, so no, none of us were intoxicated in the slightest. There were a couple of cabins throughout the campground, and if you walked through the trees a bit, there was a sizable lake. A few friends and housemates and I wanted to look at the night sky, because,

because we all knew it would be full of stars. This is Washington State, so all the trees are massive and block out most of the sky. The only place we'd really be able to see stars would be over the small lake. So, we head down to the lake area, despite it being pretty cold. There's two logs there for us to sit on as well.

We settle in waiting to see some shooting stars. It was a running joke in our house, that we needed to see five shooting stars when camping, or in the woods, in order to fall asleep. Four or five of us in this group all lived together at the time. So we're all steadily watching the night sky for about 10 to 15 minutes when this happens. It only happened for maybe half a second, but we all saw it. For the shortest moment of time, half of the sky went completely, white.

Just stark white. Like a sheet of paper was placed over half of the night sky, right down the middle. After a moment, one of us said, did everyone see that? We all confirmed what we saw. If you read my last post, you know that I, of course, was wanting to figure out what it was. I never found a solid explanation. And similarly with my other friends, these friends, these friends are also told me to stop talking about it whenever I brought it up months or years later.

It wasn't scary to me, just, again, super odd, and I don't have an explanation for it. It made no sound and was gone before any of us could comprehend it beyond what I described. It wasn't lightning. I'm from the Great Lake region, so I know lightning. and it wasn't an airplane, so I have no idea. I'd like to ask if anyone else has had an experience like this. I've had a handful of weird things happen in the woods in the years that I've been camping. This one and one other experience have both stuck with me a lot. So this happened in September of 2017.

in the Kettle Moraine State Forest in southeast, Wisconsin. Two friends and I decided to do a last-minute camping trip before the end of summer and classes getting into full swing. I was going into my grad school year, and my two friends were going to be seniors. None of us had been drinking when this happened. We set up camp and decided to go for a hike along the Ice Age Trail that ran next to the campground before it got too dark. We didn't leave with a specific plan in mind,

but found a loop trail and continued on that. This section of the woods had trails that were on top of a ridge, so there were steep drop-offs on either side. Not like you would die if you fell, but pretty steep. A 20-foot hill drop more like, so you really can't. go off trail. So the trail is probably four or five miles, and by this point we're going on our last mile and the sun is setting.

We didn't realize we would take this long, so none of us even had our headlamps with us, but that's fine since we guesstimate we only have about another mile left or so. We round a small corner, and the trail ahead has trees arching from either side, of the path overhead, creating a doorway, almost. This wouldn't be a big deal, except for the fact that the area of this doorway was shimmering. Almost like when you drop a stone into water and it ripples and sloshes a bit.

We all stopped, and one of us said something along the lines of, am I dehydrated or does that look weird? That's the best way I can describe it at least. least. We all saw it, but there was no turning back at this point. We only had maybe 30 minutes of daylight left. It couldn't go around and couldn't turn back. Finally, one of us, I think it was me, but I don't recall for certain, stuck our arm through. Nothing happened. It still looked the same, shimmering like water or heat off of blacktop on a hot day. We all walked through and were fine, seemingly. We joked for a few weeks or days that we stepped into an alternate universe.

I'm only friends with one of the friends now, and a few years later, I brought it up to her and she'd just say she didn't want to think about it. It didn't impact me that way. I just thought and still think that it was odd. Anyways, I've heard of stairs in the woods, but we can't be the only ones to encounter a portal in the woods. First, I just want to state that I live in a tiny coastal town in the northern part of Norway, which is in Europe for those of you that don't know. So my experience happened about half a year ago.

I was out on a late night drive. it was around five in the morning, when I suddenly saw a huge and very bright white light in the distance. I first assumed that I had completely lost track of time, that it was late morning already, and that the sun was now rising in front of me. However, when I checked the time, I realized that something wasn't right,

as the sun wasn't supposed to rise until a cold. couple of hours later. And that's when I noticed that the bright light seemed to be concentrated within a rather limited area. I kept on driving towards the light, which was leading me towards town through our main road, and the closer I got to it, the more it dawned on me that something was wrong. I soon discovered that the light was coming from the sky just above one of our local schools, located just outside town.

And right before I arrived there, the light just vanished. I thought it was weird as hell, but I've experienced much stranger things in terms of the paranormal, and so I just kept on driving and didn't really think much more about it. Just for context, I want to mention that I was the only person outside at the time, which isn't weird, since most people in town were probably sleeping heavily at that point. Fast forward to the next night, I'm on my way home after having visited my uncle who lives in town.

He's a night owl, like me. And so far I'm the only person outside, as far as I know. I'm only about a minute away from the school where I had seen that bright light the previous night. when I catch up to a car that appears in front of me out of nowhere. This isn't the only weird thing about this car, however. The driver keeps hitting and releasing his brakes without seeming to have any good reason for why they would do so.

I also notice that it's a rather old vehicle that's in front of me. It looked like a late 70s Volvo 240 sedan, which we definitely don't really see here anymore. Anyways, I decided to keep some distance from it because I didn't want to risk any accidents happening. Soon, the car in front of me is just about to pass the school, when the driver suddenly decides to turn left and drive into the school parking lot. I decided to follow it for some reason, and even though I'm keeping my distance, I'm not by any means far behind it.

However, just as I turn left and start driving into the parking lot, the car disappears right in front of my eyes. There's no trees, building, fences, or any other obstacle that's preventing me from seeing the car clearly, or anything like that. I'm probably just about five yards from the car, and seeing it perfectly when it randomly just completely vanishes before my very eye. eyes. I quickly look around in all directions for a few seconds, but the car is nowhere to be seen, and there's just no way it could have gotten away without me noticing it. Now, I can't help but feel that these two experiences are connected somehow, since they both happened at the same location. I don't have a good explanation for what it all means, though. One idea that I have

Is that it might just have been a time warp Glitch Psychic abilities and clairvoyance Runs in my family And I certainly wouldn't be The first one of my family members To see vehicles that aren't supposed to exist in my time Just as an example

As a young woman, my great-grandmother Once saw a commercial airline plane That was flying in a rather low altitude as if it was descending in order to land. The plane was colorless. The vision was in black and white, and it didn't make any sound as far as my great-grandmother could tell. It was only decades later when our hometown got its own airport,

and a commercial airline started flying here, that she recognized their plane as the type of plane she had seen all those years ago. The story was told to me by my uncle, after I had told him about what I had seen. It might also be partly relevant to what I experienced, as my great-grandmother had her vision just a little further down, a few yards or so, the main road that I was driving on. I am interested in hearing what you all think about my experiences, though. Is there a connection, or are you inclined to believe that it was all just random illusions that? that I made up in my head. One day, I'm hanging out with my roommates in their room.

Let's call them Jesse and Carrie. They're each on their respective computers while I'm lounging back on the futon bed. There's a knock on the door, and in walks his mom. We'll call her Lorna. We say hi, and exchange the usual pleasantries, and then in through the door walks her husband. Let's call him Rob.

and his dog. I'm at a complete loss for words. Frozen him place. I'm unable to move or speak, yet I'm trembling all over. In my, what is the right word, a reality, timeline, or dimension, life two years earlier, not only had this man's dog died, after which they had gotten another dog that they only had for a short time, all of this took place while he was suffering from cancer, which he eventually died of.

I'm laying on this futon, staring at a dead man and his dead dog, and everyone else is just talking back and forth, laughing, etc. acting as if this is all perfectly normal. Words wouldn't form. I wanted to jump up and run, but was completely important. mobilized, laying there just motionless with my mouth hanging open. Eventually, they left, after asking if I was okay or needed anything. Clearly, I was noticeably shaken. At this point, Jesse and Carrie turned to me and asked me what the hell is wrong with me

and why I'm acting so weird. I'm not even sure what to say. I'm still totally confused and disoriented. The following is the dialogue that ensued. Me. Okay, I know this is going to sound really weird, but didn't Rob's dog die a couple of years ago? And then they got this other dog that they didn't have for very long?

Jesse. His dog never died. And Lorna did get another dog, but someone else ended up taking the dog from her. Me. And then didn't Rob die of cancer? around that same time? Carrie.

He did have cancer and he almost died, but he had a turn around and beat it. Me. This is really freaking me out. Jesse, I remember him dying. I remember talking to you about the funeral and about how messed up your mom was over losing him. I remember her going and living in a homeless camp for a while with some abusive guy that you absolutely hated. that you eventually got her away from? Did that not happen?

Jesse. Oh, yeah, that did happen. Except that Rob didn't die. He recovered from the cancer. They just broke up for a while, and that all happened while they were separated. Me. And before he died, or they broke up or whatever, they lived here in, said he name, over on 15th Street, right?

It was a duplex, with a long, hallway with four other doors. They had a room at the end that was really small. We took a TV over to them and they could barely fit it through the bedroom door. Carrie. Yeah, they did live on 15th, but it wasn't a duplex. It was a townhouse. And their room was on the second floor. But yeah, it was really small and at the end of the hallway and we did bring a TV over to them that they didn't really have room for. We all just sat there. Looking at each other, I've known these people for 17 years. We know each other well. They could see how adamant and shook up that I was, and it actually shook them up too.

None of us knew what to say. This incident is how I found out about the Mandela effect. Carrie came across it while trying to find an explanation for what had happened. None of us will ever forget that day. I don't know if this was a Mandelae. Ella effect, or a glitch in the matrix, or something entirely different. You know, from all the rips in the fabric of spacetime, a complimentary of CERN. As my knowledge and understanding of the subject evolves,

I'm beginning to think that these are not two separate things occurring, but are both aspects or symptoms of a larger, as of yet, unknown phenomenon. I have some pretty in-depth theories in what that might be, but I'd like to hear what others think. So, I've been contemplating about writing this for a while, but I experienced something very strange years back, and I do think that it was a kind of glitch in the Matrix worthy of this sub. The story starts in a different country from where I currently live. me and my bestie's parents decided to go to a really huge park known in the area our houses are very far from each other so we each took very different roads to get to the park

i think i was about 15 and she was 17 so anyway we get there each on our own turf and we met i don't know why i felt like she had to know but i decided to tell my friend about it On our way there, from out the car window, I saw this guy. He looked to be a totally random guy just walking along the street, without a care in the world, with these beats headphones on his head. Still, I don't know what drew me in, and I kept looking at him as we passed him by. He wasn't like the usual guy you see around this area.

He looked cool, and he was dressed cool. so maybe that's why he's stuck in my head. On top of that, though, it was as if no one really noticed him, because in this country, if someone looked like him, he would be eyed from head to toe. Yet, this guy was completely ignored, as if he was some sort of phantom. After I told my friend about him, she was stunned,

and immediately told me that she saw almost the same guy. We couldn't be sure because we only had to rely on the physical description of him, but what she described almost certainly sounded like him. He was a cool-looking guy with beats on his head, with no care in the world. And it was as if he was ignored by the people around him. At first, it doesn't sound to be completely abnormal, but the fact that we took two completely different routes, and, at different times, got me. There was no way this guy could have been in two different places at once, unless he suddenly teleported from where I was coming from to where she was coming from,

with the same posture and air of confidence. So, the mystery behind this guy stayed with us, and we never found out who or what he is, or if whether our eyes deceived us, or if we just needed something weird to happen to us and we settled on this glitchy guy. Hi, I don't know if this qualifies or not, but here's something that happened to me recently. I'm a flight attendant, and I was on an overnight in a hotel and had to be back in the lobby to start my new day at 3 p.m. I'd gone down and had lunch with my coworker, and it just didn't feel right all day.

It was just dragging. I didn't really eat, just sat and talked while he ate. We went back to our rooms for the rest of the afternoon until it was time to go to the lobby. I'd been working on a diamond art painting and was watching the time. I was listening to your glitch in the Matrix stories, and I would occasionally glance at my smart watch, and it would say 2.15. It never occurred to me that my watch were. repeatedly, said 2.15. Every time I looked at it.

I just thought I had plenty of time. I had YouTube playing on my smart TV, just listening. Suddenly the TV turned off. I thought that was weird, and I looked at my watch, and it said 2.15. It occurred to me that it had said that the last few times. And the hotel's TVs are set to turn off at checkout. time. I looked at my watch again and the time switched from 215 to 259 right in front of my eyes. Like, it turned to the correct time when the glitch video stopped playing.

Needless to say, I got in my uniform and threw everything in my suitcase and was downstairs within three minutes. But that's the one time that I felt the Matrix glitched on me. I am from leads in the UK. I'm usually skeptical about glitch in the Matrix stories, but my own experiences have led me to believe there are some things that do not have an immediate explanation. The first incident happened to me recently, and I'm not sure what to make of it. I was meeting my friend, let's call her Macy, at a Chinese restaurant. I was running late and she got in there and sat down before me. When I arrived, I told the waitress I was here to meet a friend, and before I could finish,

she asked me if I was here to meet someone named Macy. I confirmed, and the waitress took me to a table hidden away at the back of the restaurant. After apologizing profusely to Macy, I commented on how busy the restaurant was, and asked why she had chosen such an obscure spot. I mentioned that if the waitress hadn't asked if I was there to meet Macy and showed me where she was, I wouldn't have found it. She looked surprised and asked how the waitress knew her name. I shrugged and said that I had just assumed she had told her or mentioned it as part of a friendly conversation. She was adamant that she definitely did not and had only spoken to a male waiter without mentioning her name.

I hadn't mentioned her name either. The waitress had mentioned it to me before I got the chance to finish. This bizarre incident has us scratching our heads all night. Macy was also sure that she had never seen this waitress before. We live in a big city, so it's not as if everyone knows everyone. Curious, I asked the waitress how she knew Macy's name in a kind of joking way later on during the meal. She just laughed and said that she had a hunch. Bizarre.

As for the second story, is it a glitch in the Matrix or just a weird natural phenomenon? I was on a plane flying from Doha to Tanzania. After dozing off for a while, I woke up and was confused by what I saw. When I looked at my side of the window, I had a window seat, it was dark and the moon and the stars were showing. It confused me because, in my groggy state, I couldn't work out where the sunlight was coming from. It took me a few seconds to realize that there was sunlight pouring in from the other side of the plane, and I could see the clear blue skies.

But my side of the plane was still very dark, and I could see the moon and the stars. Several other people had noticed as well. This plane was literally flying through both day on one side and night on the other. It was like we were flying through some strange vortex at the exact point where half of the world is covered in shadow, and the other half is bathed in sunlight. I read up and there was something crazy like a one in six million chance of that happening, but its exact cause is unknown. It remains a mystery to this very day.

I've been thinking about this pretty much once a day since it happened, and I still can't explain what the hell went on. So, in mid-November, myself and my partner were staying in the East Sussex countryside in England for their birthday. On our first full day there, we went on a long walk to some woodlands. The countryside around there, unlike in the north of England, where I'm originally from, seems like it's pretty much entirely owned by various rich families as part of their estates

instead of proper public land slash open farmland. On our way to the woodland, we were walking through this big field that was obviously owned by some rich family because there were these trees that had been severely chopped back and preamed. On the other side of this big, field, there was this machine that looked like it'd be used by tree surgeons slash people who control how and where trees grow. It had an attachment, like a small digger, and on the back, what looked like a lift-type thing, to elevate whoever up to the tree to chop at it.

Earlier that day, we accidentally ended up on private land, and got a bit told off and told to turn back around. As I said, the land being open to the public and not is a bit confusing. So when we saw this machine, which was on, moving, and looked to be doing something with the trees around about where we would need to exit to get back to the path, we both expressed a bit of worry that we were in the wrong place to get where we were going, or that we took a wrong turn onto some land that did, did look private, and that we'd have to turn around and go back the way we came.

In my head, I was anticipating seeing someone in the machine controlling it and preparing myself for a confrontation. As we approached said machine, however, we realized it wasn't actually moving, even though both of us later on would communicate that we both heard and saw it move. Anyway, we walk up, it's not moving, there's no one controlling it. In fact, this machine hadn't been moving for a long time. The joints were rusted up, and in the attachment that looked like a digger, there was soil that had grass, yes, grass growing out of it. We both looked at each other in amazement,

obviously having the same simultaneous experience of hearing this thing from across the field, seeing it move and expecting to see someone slash talk to someone. I was so freaked out that I spent like 10 minutes walking in the trees behind where this machine was looking for somebody. Or I guess trying to hear if someone was powering a different machine nearby. But there was nothing and no sound. No other person. Only us left completely confused. and a little freaked out.

I know people might likely say, oh, you saw the machine and assumed you heard it or saw it move, but it was such a matter-of-fact experience for us both, that neither of us even expressed that we had seen it move or heard it. It wasn't an, is that machine moving, is there someone working here? It was only when we were both confronted with the machine that was very much out of order,

and had been for years probably, that we realized we'd both seen and heard the same thing, only for it to blip out of existence as soon as we got closer. I have a bit of a story, but I'm not sure if it's actually a glitch in the matrix or some kind of telepathic thing, but I'm just going to say that telepathy is a glitch in the matrix because it's something that we're not supposed to be able to do. Plus, it's not like I was trying to push my thoughts into someone's mind or anything.

It just kind of played out in a way that made me feel like I had control over my reality. Maybe it could be a type of manifestation glitch. I don't know. Either way, here it is. About a week and a half ago, I was home and was picking up my apartment, trying to get it all organized and put together. when my girlfriend text me and asks if I want to go to the movies. I told her that we could go later and that I was trying to get some things situated at home, and she said that she could come over and help if I wanted.

I figured, why not? It's a nice way to spend time together, and it does get the work done, so I tell her that she is more than welcome to come over if she wants to do so. After we get off the phone, I go back to cleaning and o'clock. organizing my bathroom. And I start to get this weird craving for Chinese food. Like, I really, really wanted fried rice. I grabbed my phone and thought about calling her to ask if she could pick up some food on the way over,

but then I figured we could just go out and get dinner after we finished up and before we went to the movies. I finished picking up my bathroom, and I move on to vacuuming, when I realized that my girlfriend is taking a really long time to get here, way longer than normal. It should have been a 10-minute drive at most, and she was already leaning into half an hour. I grab my phone to call her, and as soon as I do, I hear a key hit the lock and she walks in. I kind of lean over to greet her and laugh, saying that it took her long enough, and she responds with, well, I had to stop and pick up your phone. food like you asked?

I pause. I look over. Sure enough, she's carrying food from the local Chinese restaurant. I say that that was really sweet of her to think of me, but then I ask her how she knew that I wanted Chinese food.

She looks at me and says, you told me to stop and get you fried rice. I tell her that I didn't, and that I did want it, but I never mentioned it. She swears that I did. Thankfully, I have an app on my phone that records my phone calls, and the call where she said she could come over was only a couple of minutes. I load up

the app, play the call on speaker, and at no point during this call, did I ever mention food? She asks about the movie. I tell her that I'm cleaning. She said she can come over and help, and I say go for it. We then say our goodbyes and hang up. She was obviously taken aback and confused. She swears that I asked her to pick up Chinese food. She swears that I specifically asked her for shrimp fried rice. I told her that I was absolutely thinking it, but that I never mentioned it. Now, I know that some people could say that she just knows me well enough that she could go and get me food, but fried rice is something I don't normally order. It was just kind of a craving. I normally order beef and broccoli, so this specific craving was even an oddity in and of itself.

In the end, we just chalked it up to us being on the same wavelength, but it was a really weird, minor event that happened between us, that I do consider a glitch in the same wavelength. the Matrix. And it actually hasn't happened since that day, unfortunately. Hello, Raven. I've been listening for a long while, and my favorite of your topics are the glitch stories. While I do believe in quite a lot of out-there topics, living in a simulation is not one that I wholeheartedly embrace. That said, I've had a few small things happen that make me go, Hmm, and one big experience that I'm going to share today. My husband and I are in our mid-50s, living in the Upper Midwest.

I'm retired, which allows me time to pursue my hobbies, one of which is dog training. In spring of 2020, I adopted a puppy with the goal of training him in obedience and agility. He was a four-month-old, wiggly red furball of joy. I named him Rufus. We bonded instantly. I loved this dog to his core, and it was easy to see that he loved me too. One of the teachers at his school joked that she could see the hearts floating out of his eyes, as he intently watched me during our practice.

For two years, everything went fine. This incident occurred in the early part of 2023. It was mid-morning. Rufus indicated that he needed to go outside. This happens, as you can imagine, a hundred times a day. He goes out, does this thing, barks at something, and then he's right back on the deck wanting into the house. Except this day. Before I continue, let me describe a couple of things.

The back door is a double French door into the living room, so it provides a nice view of the entire fenced-in yard. The door opens onto a very small deck, which sits about two feet off of the ground. The deck and the steps down to our yard are completely enclosed so that our smaller dogs cannot go under and dig. The yard itself is large. The fence runs from our house, about 70 feet across most of the yards width, and then back up to the other end of the house. beyond the fence line on all sides our property continues the fenced-in portion is strictly a big grassy area for the dogs to run around in there is one tree inside the fence that is too narrow for any dog to hide behind

i do have a perennial flower bed that the dogs can disappear within the summer but on this day we still had snow and no plants had yet sprouted there was literally nowhere for a dog to hide. Since this day was very cold, I didn't go far from the door knowing that Rufus would want back in quickly. I stayed in the living room, petting one of my older dogs. After two, three minutes, Rufus had not yet returned to the door,

so I stepped outside onto the deck. Rufus was nowhere in sight. This was odd, as I said. There's nowhere for a dog to hide, especially at his size. He weighed about 65 pounds. He had no history of jumping fences. I called his name which should have brought him into sight, even if he did jump the fence, as Rufus had great recall.

No dog. Because it was winter, I could see the trees that surrounded our property into the neighbor's yard on either side of mine, and because Rufus was a big red dog he stood out among the endless white snow. No dog. Not quite panicking. I thought he had to have jumped the fence and made it past the neighbor's houses. I ran through the house to the front door, half expecting to see him on the porch, but he wasn't there. I ran down our driveway hollering his name, looking up and down the road.

He should have responded by him. now. I should have caught a glimpse of him somewhere. He had been outside long enough to get very far, even if he did jump the fence. Now, I was worried. I decided to cruise the neighborhood for him, so I ran back into the house to get my keys. Just as I found my purse and was scrambling for my keys, I heard a very high-pitched squeal from the backyard. I froze. Another squeal. villain than a bark. Rufus's bark. I ran back to the living room to see my dog

outside on the deck, jumping straight up and barking in a frenzy. Under normal circumstances, Rufus will stand at the door and give a bark. I open the door and he just trots inside.

He is never left alone outside, long enough to cause him to get overexited like that. The way he was jumping, and barking was the way he acts when he's been separated from me for a few hours. I opened the door, and Rufus jumped on me, something he has definitely trained not to do, barking, wiggling, whining as if I'd left him alone for hours, not just a few minutes. I could not, and still cannot, figure out where he went that day.

He was most definitely not in our yard. I walked the fence looking for escape routes, and prints beyond the fence to prove that he had jumped over. There were none. My dog literally just vanished for a few minutes that day. The scariest part of the story began a few days later, when my sweet dog attacked one of our small dogs, without provocation. The other dog wasn't injured, and it was assumed to be a one-off and we would move on, but no. Rufus underwent a definite personality change after that incident. He became exceptionally aggressive.

It escalated rapidly, and attacks on our other dogs would occur with no rhyme or reason. Ultimately, one early morning, Rufus attacked me in a violent and unexpected fit of aggression. The act sent me to the hospital, and my beloved boy was. put to sleep. Arvette said that Rufus had a previously undiagnosed brain lesion that caused the extreme change in personality. I agreed, but silently wondered what really happened the day that he disappeared and reappeared. Where did he go? What did he experience? And was that event the cause for something to go so very wrong in his brain? It was either 1980s. or

1985. So I was either eight or nine, I'm not entirely sure. I had the most frightening nightmare that I've ever had in my life. Sometimes, as kids, we would share stories about our scariest nightmare. My brother and sister knew of this tale as well, which is important because there are other people who realize the impossibility of what happened

and about 17 or 18 years later. In the nightmare, my family was driving down a narrow highway. A weird old truck which was driving crazy tried to pass us and caused our car to slide into the ditch, causing some kind of tire problem. While my dad was fixing the tire, me and my brother played catch with a baseball out in the grass. My brother threw the ball as hard as he could,

and I missed the catch. The ball fell into a culvert that was sticking out of a church basement at a 45-degree angle. I began to crawl down the dark culvert to try to retrieve the ball. I looked back and my brother was just there standing and watching silently. I felt around in the darkness, and I finally found the ball. And as I looked up into the darkness, it was as though my eyes were adjusting, and I could start to see what looked like shapes of faces soon into the walls. I quickly looked back and the culvert went black.

I could suddenly hear what sounded like thousands of high-pitched screams all around me. When I awoke, the cat was on my chest digging its claws into me, which was really strange. Maybe about 17 or 18 years later, I had some encounter with a weird manipulator, but That's another story. I remember that he ended an email to me with Jeepers Creepers, Where'd you get those peepers for no apparent reason? Then, one day,

me and a friend were looking for a movie to rent, and I saw one called Jeepers Creepers. It reminded me of that weird, manipulative guy. For some reason, I felt compelled to watch it after that curious message went through my mind again. I haven't seen it in years, but I believe the movie starts off with someone's car being chased by a big old truck, like in my nightmare. Then there's a creepy old church that looked exactly like in my nightmare. The alarming part was the culvert that goes into the church basement at a 45-degree angle.

That's a very weird coincidence. The character in the movies goes down into the dark basement, and they see face skins of victims. However, there aren't thousands of screams in that movie. The similarity was very close and quite startling. My brother and sister noticed the match to what I've told them in the past about that nightmare also, and they find it really weird, too. The troubling thing is it wasn't the only time. a nearly impossible coincidence emerged.

I've learned to keep these things to myself, and I've yet to make any sense out of it. Was this a glitch? Did someone else have the same nightmare and make a movie out of it? Hi. I've been a huge fan of your content ever since I found it while looking for something interesting to listen to.

And your glitch in the Matrix stories have always been my favorite. I was thinking while watching one of your videos about if I've ever had an experience, and I realized that I may have one. So, at school, or just when I'm on my phone, I often look at the time, either to see when I need to get the next thing done, or just to check and see what time it is. This has happened multiple times, especially on my school computer. When I look at the time one time and then when I double check, it's a completely different time.

For example, when I was in a first period study hall once, I checked the clock to see when the class ended. Because I really didn't like the teacher who ran the study hall. The clock said something like 8.15. When I checked back only a few seconds later, because I get anxious and double check the time like 20 times. before I'm sure that I've read it right, it read 809. I was really confused, and I stared at the clock for a few seconds

trying to figure out what happened, or if I just somehow read it wrong. But no. It's also not like this as a one-time thing. It's happened many other times where I'll look at the clock, and it reads one thing, but when I look back at it only a few, seconds later, it's a totally different time.

It makes me wonder why this happens. Is it just my eyes playing tricks on me? Or is it something bigger? Last Friday night, I saw that my brother was having adult beverages at the casino at around 10.30 to 11 p.m. We live in a relatively small rural town, around 12 miles apart from each other, so it was no biggie to run over there if I got bored. I was goofing off on a project in the garage and was going to go half a beer, but I lost

track of time. It was about 12.45 a.m. when I thought, ah, hell, I'll go see if he's home yet and mess with him a bit. I drove to said small town on the highway and went by his house, and the lightweight was already in bed, I guess. His lights were out. I wasn't drinking or doing any of the drugs. I just can't sleep for crap, and I was bored. So I leave out of town headed east, towards the backway home, as I was just killing time, and I get down the road around half a mile out of town,

and see a not big pickup or a large old car just from glancing at the headlights. There's a curve about a half a mile ahead of me that took. turn south, the same direction the vehicle was coming from, so I went ahead and dimmed my lights. There's the curve in front of me, and another curve going back east about half a mile from the first. The road keeps going east if you don't take the curve, same as going south, but they're rough dirt roads, so you have to go slow getting onto them. I get about, I'd say, about an eighth of the mile from the curve, I glance at the vehicle and then check my speed.

Then I look up and it was gone. East and South roads are visible to traffic. No houses or lights in between the curves. It's a wheat field with some cows on it right now and the rancher hasn't gotten them headlamps yet. I went around the curve and then said to myself, Where the hell did that go? This happened when I was a teenager.

Like, pre-2000. I had just gotten home and no one was there. There were no cars, nothing. I go to my room to listen to music. I didn't have a computer and smartphones weren't a thing. I start getting hungry, so I walk to the kitchen. I look out the hallway window and there's still no cars in the driveway. I walk through the living room, and I look directly at the couch.

no one is there. Finally, I get to the kitchen, make a sandwich, and get a cup of water. As I'm walking back through the living room, my stepdad says, Aren't you going to say hi? I drop everything and scream like a 10-year-old at their first haunted house. I ask him when he got home, and he hits me with some glitches. He says he's been home since before I was, and he was wondering why I hadn't said hi,

when I got home. I said, no way, your truck isn't outside, and you weren't on the couch when I came in or went into the kitchen. Then he says, dude, you walked in, looked me dead in the eye and didn't say anything. You then walked to your room and started listening to your music way too loud. And then I see you strolling towards the kitchen, look me dead in the eye and still didn't say anything.

Now you come out of the kitchen, spill stuff, everywhere and blame me like I'm a freaking ghost or something. I've been here the entire time, and my truck's been there too. I immediately opened the door to find that his truck was there, and then cleaned up my mess while he grumbled about me being ungrateful, among a few other choice words. To this day, I have no idea how that happened, but I swear on everything that's wholly that he was not there when I got home, and his truck sure as heck was not there either. I know, because the way I walked up the porch would have meant that I walked through his truck.

His truck was also loud, very loud. And had he got home while I was in the kitchen, I would have seen him or at least heard him. Plus, even if he was trying to mess with me, how did he know exactly? exactly what I did when I came home. And why was he so upset when he accomplished his goal of freaking me out? I think that I might be an NPC. The story starts several years ago, around 2008. I was about to move, and I went to see a dear friend who was very ill.

We had a nice evening and visit, and I decided to spend the night at her house instead of going home. The next morning was chilly, and as I had not brought any extra clothes, she let me have a shirt to wear. It had the name of a local band, Moon Alice, and the silk-screened graphic had a picture of a woman. It was white ink on a rust-red colored long-sleeved t-shirt. Now, I don't usually have long-sleeved t-shirts, and rust red is not a color that I would choose, nor do I usually have things with logos. But that didn't matter. It was a gift from a dear friend.

So I wore it home and I put it in my closet. My dear friend passed away a short time later and that shirt was a special reminder of her, the place and the music that she liked. I took it camping with me once and showed it to a friend who camped with me and asked if he knew the band. I showed him the shirt and talked about that band.

Then it went home to my closet. A few years go by, and I had to move again, and was packing my clothes and saw the long-sleeved, rust-red-colored t-shirt. I picked it up to think about my friend before I packed it, only it was no longer Moon Alice. It had the same woman's face as a graphic in white ink, but it now read Mermaid University, Alaska. I thought, that's weird, and looked from my Moon-Alice shirt, but it was nowhere to be found.

I was moving and packing all of my clothes, but there was no Rust Red Moon-Alice shirt anywhere. Besides that, I would have never have bought a shirt like that. I don't wear that color and don't wear logos. I'm basic black and gray all the time. yet I now have a Rust Red Long-Sleeved T-shirt with a similar graphic but just totally different words. I've never been to Alaska, and I wouldn't have bought a Mermaid University shirt anyway.

Now, when I was packing, the same friend who had camped and talked to me about the band was at my house. I asked if he remembered the Moon Alice shirt, and yes, he did. I showed him the new version of the shirt and told him how it changed. He thought that was weird. We joked about a glitch in the Matrix before any of these Reddits were around, but it had no other explanation. That it had the same graphic, a little different frame and typeface, but otherwise the same shirt.

It's just strange. I kept it. It's still a reminder of my friend, though no longer a reminder of the the band that she liked. I give a lot of presentations at work. There was one particular presentation that me and my team were working on, and after drafting slides and working on it, we decided it wasn't working, and we scrapped it,

and we had never given it. The draft slides have remained on my laptop for a good two months, and every now and again over that time, I've seen the draft and thought about deleting it, but I always thought maybe we would go back to it one day and it would be useful to keep it

yesterday I had a meeting and I was prepared with a different presentation my colleague introduced us he then said and now you Adrian will give you our presentation which is this draft that we scrapped and never

finished keeping professional and thankfully having kept the slides I was able to make it up on the spot, but it was a bit of a mess. After the meeting, I asked him what had happened, to which he was equally confused as to why I had messed this up and told me that we had done that presentation several times. We had a pretty friendly disagreement about it. Me convinced that he had just introduced the wrong thing in him thinking that I had just messed up.

and I would have agreed to disagree if it wasn't for him showing me a video on our company's Instagram page of me giving this very presentation. I specifically remember the conversation of us scrapping it of seeing the files on my laptop several times over the last two months, and having that thought process of whether or not I should delete it. It even features a video I've never watched, And when I've seen that in my drafts, I thought to myself, I should probably watch that.

Which I have now watched while giving the presentation for the first time, desperately using the three minutes it took to play it to try to think about what the hell I was going to say next. I'm convinced that I have never given this presentation, in spite of the fact that there is a video of me giving this presentation. So, this happened a few months ago. I was sleeping over with some friends. I'd been laying down fully awake with my clock showing 10.33 p.m. My friends were talking, so I decided to stare at the roof and boredom.

Only a few minutes passed. Or at least it felt like they had. I looked back at the clock, and it read 207 a.m. I was shocked. my friends were asleep and the lights had all turned off. I got out of bed to check the other clocks in my house, and they read the same. So, I went to the bathroom like I usually would in the night, and froze. In terror, I saw that the mirror was frozen.

I moved around, but my reflection stayed the same. Terrified, I went running out of the bathroom downstairs to call for my friend, but my phone was dead. It was a foggy and misty morning, which shouldn't have happened, because the weather was supposed to be sunny all morning. Horrified, I just went to sleep, and I woke up to my friends hitting me with pillows. I got up and saw that it was sunny and clear.

My phone was fully charged, and the clocks were all working again. This experience scared me quite a bit. It was as if time had paused, or I was in some other dimension for a few minutes. Anyways, thank you, Raven, for putting this in your podcast. I love your podcasts, and I listen to them every day. Hi, Raven. My name is Claire, and I've been a long-time listener, and I never really thought I would have a glitch or experience of my own.

But I guess I was wrong, because here I am writing this for. you. Anyways, here's my story. In the beginning of the summer, I went to stay with my aunt and uncle in Nebraska, and the entire time that I stayed there, lots of weird things kept happening to me. Like, for example, within the first week of me being there, I experienced one of the worst sleep paralysis episodes ever. I woke up to see a woman standing in the corner of my room, thinking it was my aunt, I said, Hey, what's up? To no response.

And all I could think about was how heavy my chest felt, and the fact that I couldn't move or breathe. It was genuinely terrifying, and it's something that I'll never forget. But the main thing that happened to me that I wanted to talk about was when I was leaving. My uncle drove me to Texas back to my parents' house,

which was about a seven-and-a-half-hour drive from where we were. We made it to Kansas, and then it was almost like time just passed without me or even my uncle realizing it. Last thing we knew, it was 10 a.m., and then we suddenly get a realization that we're still in the car. We just look at each other, and the clock says 1 p.m. And then we realized that we were in the middle of Oklahoma. We have no idea what happened, because it almost had seemed that those three hours just happened like they were nothing.

And we almost time traveled to three hours in the future in three seconds. I'm sorry if this was a really bad explanation, but I'm hoping someone could explain maybe what this was. Anyways, thanks for reading my story. Okay. So this glitch happened this morning. and I've spent the rest of the day trying to find a reasonable explanation and getting more and more disturbed that I can't find one. I recently moved to a new city, and I haven't put my suitcases away. I have, however, taken all the stuff that I needed immediately out.

This morning, I was looking for a jewelry box that I packed, and thought I may have left it in the suitcase since I haven't worn it. any. So I lay it down on the floor, open it up, and I see it's practically empty, save for some socks. I close it back up and stand it upright. Here is where the glitch happens. Water starts pouring out of the suitcase when I stand it back up. I lie the suitcase back down and open it frantically trying to find the source of water, and to think of anything I might have packed that was. would have caused such a large spill. I hardly packed any liquids, and certainly none that would leak this much, because I was already

at my weight limit for luggage. Weirder still, is only one side of the luggage is wet while the other is completely dry. The dry side has a zipper compartment, and I checked inside just in case, and there was nothing there. The wet side also has a zipper compartment. that I've never opened, and upon further examination, I realize it's defective, because there's no pull on the zipper. I've tried to think of every possible scenario, even going as far as to question if I sleepwalked,

which I've never ever done before, opened the suitcase and relieved myself in it last night, but that doesn't explain why, A, only one side was wet, and B, why it didn't start leaking until I stood it up again. I do have a picture of the suitcase and spill if anyone's interested. I'm going to have to stop thinking about this soon because it's just too weird. This literally just happened like ten minutes ago. I'm 20 female, my boyfriend is 20 male, and we're up early waiting to go to the tag and title office. We're running some menial errands in the meantime.

meantime while we wait for the office to open. We have a busy downtown street that the office is adjacent to. The street is full of cute local shops and restaurants. We're driving down the street, and at the very end of the street, I look out the driver's side window, so the left of me, and see The Spot, which is a new hip restaurant that just opened up. I was bewildered because the spot should be on the right side and towards the front of the street. I would know as I've eaten there before, and I also work at a restaurant that's right behind them.

I pointed out to my boyfriend and say, What the heck? The spot has a second location on the same street? And my boyfriend acts like it's always been there. What are you talking about? And that's where we ate with our neighbors that one time. And I was like, no. The spot we went to is to the right by the old littles.

It's on the other side and toward the front of Canal Street. My boyfriend kind of blew me off like he didn't want to argue with me. I was just so confused. I looked at the spot. I saw the building next to it, and I noticed that it was the exact same. but mirrored where the sign was facing the same direction to counteract the fact that it was on the left side of the street now.

I know I wasn't seeing a reflection because we were all the way at the end of the street. I loop through the drive down the street again in the same direction. I find the spot that I remember, exactly where it should be. Now it's on the right of me. All the signs are facing the right way. We are at the beginning of the street.

The buildings around it are the same as always. I pointed out yet again and say, See, there's the location that I remember. Why is there too? This time, my boyfriend has absolutely no idea what I'm talking about. I explain what just happened, and he doesn't understand and just starts teasing me. I was annoyed and decided to show him,

so I continued to drive down the street. I get to where I saw the other spot, and it wasn't there. I am so confused right now. This literally just happened, and I know what I saw. I drove down the street three more times looking in both directions, and there was only the one spot, exactly where it should be. I am so bewildered right now. I have no idea what just happened.

About 10 years ago, I used to work for a small call center that did tech support for some smaller internet service providers throughout the country. The call center was 24 by 7, and it was probably the most stressful job I've ever had. But it paid the bills, and in the end, working nights meant that I could still go to school. So I pretty much just kept with it and did my best. Working the night shift meant that you knew everyone that you worked with, because there were only a handful of you there at any point in time. So when we got a new guy, it was almost an event because it was such a rarity. My glitch actually involves a new employee that we got,

and it wasn't just the fact that he was new to the company that makes me remember the situation. It's that he had an accent. On that night that he started, he was introduced, and I was over the moon because he actually had a very thick Irish accent. He and I chatted a bit during the introduction, and come to find out, he was from Ireland, and he had moved to the U.S. about 20 or so years prior. He told me about his home life, his family, basically everything that was. a quick introduction could entail. I remember even commenting that I loved his accent,

because it was one of those things that I said that was weird, and I caught it after I said it. I apologized to him after saying it, basically fessing up to the fact that I shouldn't have said it, and he laughed and told me it was totally fine. After we chatted for a few minutes, he got pulled away from his spot to shadow one of the other texts, so we could explain a few things to him,

which was basically all of the training that you got there. He told me that he'd see me around, and I went back to work. The night ended, I went home, everything was pretty normal. The next night, I actually looked around for him, but I didn't see him, so I assumed they either had him shadowing someone else, he was in training with the manager, or he may have had the day off. The next day was the same, and he was nowhere to be found. On the third day, I was a bit upset, thinking that he may have decided that this job just wasn't for him and didn't come back.

I actually went over to the night manager and asked him if the man had quit, and he asked me who I was talking about. I said, you know, the guy that just started, he had a really thick Irish accent. He stared at me like I was insane and said that no one had been hired in the last couple weeks, much less anybody from Ireland. I stood there literally describing this guy, how tall he was, how he looked, his backstory, none of it rang any bells with the manager. I thought that he was messing with me, so I shouted for the other tech that the guy had shadowed, and he had no idea who I was talking about. I asked a few of the other guys, and they too told me that they did not remember a man with an Irish accent ever starting. I was the only one who remembered this man, apparently. Nobody that worked our shift had heard of a man with an Irish accent.

None of them had any memory of this guy ever existing, with me being the only exception. I guess it is possible that they were all just messing with me, but to get that many guys, to just pretend that somebody didn't exist for the fun of it, that would have been quite a feat. It was honestly really upsetting, too, because he seemed like a cool dude, and I would have loved to have been friends with the guy. This happened to me a few years back,

when I was living overseas, and to this day I've never found a logical explanation. I'd been talking to a friend, and we agreed to have dinner at my place the following night. night. Knowing I'm a bad cook, he offered to pick up some takeout on his way. About 6 p.m. the next night, he called me to check if I was okay with the local Chinese place. I was. Their food is amazing. As expected, he arrived about 45 minutes later, and the evening was pretty uneventful. We ate, watched some Netflix, talked a lot about nothing much,

A few hours later he went home. Now, here's where stuff gets weird. The morning after this, I get a message from him apologizing that he couldn't make it to dinner last night, and was seeing if I was free tonight instead. My first thought was that he had double-booked himself, bailed on the other person, and then accidentally messaged me his apology-slash-reschedule message. I called him to let him know what he had done, and to mock him, if I'm completely honest. Q. Both of our utter confusion when he explained that, yes, he did call me at six the previous night,

but it wasn't to check what food I wanted. It was to tell me he had a bad headache and was going to sleep it off. At this point, I assume he's trying to prank me, and I get a little pissed off. I went to my rubbish bin, and took a photo of two takeout containers, and even checked my bank account to confirm I hadn't purchased it myself. But now, he thinks I had dinner with someone else instead, and impranking him to pay him back for not coming over. To avoid a full-blown argument, I just put it down to a weird glitch and or me losing my sanity.

As I said, the night was uneventful, and he seemed completely normal. But if he was actually sleeping off a headache, then who the hell did I have dinner with that night? My spouse and I took a trip in 2012, across several states. We live in a fairly small town, and the only airport close by is pretty tiny, so I'm not used to really seeing planes take off.

In one particular big city that we drove through, the main road slash interstate goes straight through the city, and the airport is nearby. I had two point and shoot cameras out, alternating taking photos with each. One took crisper photos, but the color tended to be blander, and the other one had a cool, bold color effect. While we're driving, a passenger jet takes off,

and is super low above the road that we're on. It looked like it was moving super slow, which I didn't think anything of at first, because I know angles and et cetera can make it look deceiving. It was very large in our view, taking up a decent hunk of the sky space above the road, and close enough to see a pretty good bit of detail. It looked almost like it was going to land on the road in front of us.

And that's how close it was. And all this is just to give you an idea of why the next part of the story was so strange. I lifted up my first camera to take a picture, and the screen showed everything surrounding the plane and the sky behind the plane, but the plane wasn't there. I looked back up, thinking that I had missed it, but not only was it still in view, it almost looked as if it was stopped mid-air.

So I lifted up the second camera, and same thing. It looked like the plane was not there. I switched over to the viewfinder, and same. Still no plane. My spouse said, What the, that jet looks like it's standing still. I look back down at my camera long enough to just sit it down on my lap, so a second tops,

and when I looked back up, the plane was gone. I asked, where did it go? And my spouse replied, I have no idea, I blinked and it was gone. I kept looking around, expecting it to be higher up, but still visible, but I never saw it again.

I know that slow shutter speeds can make things vanish from a photo, but I never took one. It was literally just the screen and viewfinder. I can't explain it, but it's driven me nuts ever since. And I'm actually kind of hoping that someone has a reasonable explanation. I'm posting this, wondering if someone may be able to help me identify what I experienced a few days ago. I went out to scrape the ice off of my car at about 4.45 in the morning. it was still completely dark and the sky was clear.

The moon and stars were visible. As I was scraping the windshield, something in the sky caught my eye. I looked up and saw a square shape, as if cut out from the sky. It was a lighter blue color and fairly big. It looked as if someone had taken a knife and literally cut the shape out. it looked unreal. The sky around the shape was undisturbed. The light of it only lit up the square and nothing more.

It was mesmerizing. There was an absence of sound that accompanied it, which added to the sense of something being very wrong. I was frozen in place staring at it. I was scared because it was so completely absurd and not natural. There's not usually much sound. so early in my neighborhood. The highway is close enough that I can hear the distant noise of that.

As soon as I made eye contact with the square, all of that noise was gone. Still frozen, staring at the square in the sky, I did nothing. I wanted to run back inside my house and wake someone else up so I wouldn't be alone. I felt like whatever I was seeing in the sky somehow knew that I was down there and looking up at it. I cannot begin to describe the terror that began to take hold of me. Finally, the shape began to fade in a very peculiar fashion. It dimmed from the right side first, and then across until it was all gone. I had to fight with myself to carry on like normal once it had left.

I couldn't understand what had just taken place. Here are a couple things I feel I should add. at 4.45 a.m. is my usual time to be up and outside. I wasn't overly tired. I think when I felt like it knew I was looking at it, it was caused by paranoia since my brain was trying to comprehend what was happening. I did try Googling the shape, but I came up empty-handed. I don't feel like this is an extraterrestrial experience.

Maybe interesting to add, ever since witnessing this, my sense of time has been off. I'll feel like I spent hours upon hours doing something, when in reality it's only been one hour. I sleep and wake up feeling as if I'm going to be late because I slept for so long, when in reality I've only been asleep for around half an hour. I still feel super uneasy thinking about this, or talking about it. I know that may seem silly,

since it was just a shape in the sky. I truly wish I could show someone else what it was like. Has anyone heard of such a shape randomly appearing? Or anything like this at all? I have had several momentary slips of reality. I may eventually share more, but this is the most recent. About a year ago, I was in a bad way. I'd lost my home and was living in a tent with my father,

five dogs. My girlfriend had just gotten a new job three states away and had invited me to move with her. The catch being, I could only take one dog and I had to leave the rest with my family. She was renting a small apartment, and there wasn't even enough room for even two of my dogs, because she had a dog of her own. The decision was very difficult and heartbreaking. I narrowed it down to two of the dogs that would do best in a small apartment. I kept flip-flopping between Boo-Boo and Lily, but eventually settled on Boo-Boo being that she was the sister of my girlfriend's dog, Leo. This morning, while we were fixing breakfast and talking, as the dogs waited for us to share a bite, I looked down to see

Lily staring up at me. My dog is almost 800 miles away. I looked at her thinking something was off about this, and then it clicked in my head. Lily wasn't here. I did a double take only to now see Boo Boo's sitting in the exact same spot and looking up at me. One of the stories in your last video reminded me of what happened one day, about three and a half years ago, before I went to school. I woke up to check my phone to see if I have time before the 11th. alarm rings. It was 6.34, and in four minutes, it would ring. Yes, I had set my alarm clock at 638, because I needed about two minutes to wake up for good. The sun was up. I drank some water,

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