As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Volume 08 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: January 26, 2025

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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 is a bit of a long story, but bear with me. So, the day of October 4th, 2022 was a very strong story. was a very strange one from the moment it began. Myself and my husband and my daughter woke up around 5 p.m. This is not normal at all for us.

Our day usually starts between 9 a.m. to 11 a.m. Also, there were no drugs or any kind of mood-altering substances, nor are we crazy. Upon waking up, I noticed that both my mom and dad, who are not together, nor do they talk to one another about this, and it's never happened before or after this day, texted me, asking me if I was okay, because they had both seen that there was a wreck, and they both had a gut feeling that something bad had happened to me.

Coincidentally, we had to go right through where the wreck had been hours prior. When we got close to the area where the wreck happened, traffic came to a complete stop in all four lanes of traffic. We sat there, and my husband, out of nowhere, began crying. And out of nowhere, I look at my husband, and I tell him, someone died here. I told him that all day that day, the woman had this overwhelming urge to get home to the people she loved,

and I saw the last thought that she had when she realized she was never going to make it home again. I went on to tell him the direction the woman was driving, the hairstyle she had. It was just something I knew that I knew. We both remember watching as the tow truck came up the hill, carrying the mingled car, the feeling of helplessness and overwhelming sadness was in the air. You could feel the death in the air. You could even smell it. It wasn't long at all after we watched the car get pulled away,

that traffic began to move, and somehow we were the third car to go through the spots of the wreck. The water was still falling down to the ground from the fire truck spraying off the roads, but it was as though the woman had grabbed onto me or something. I couldn't really explain it. I hadn't ever experienced anything like this before. I don't remember much after that about the car ride, but fast forward to that night, my husband and I lay down watching a little TV and then drifting off to sleep. He was the big spoon, and we'd been laying like this for at least an hour under a thick comforter.

Then, out of nowhere, I wake up to my husband shaking me, telling me that I was screaming, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying, and while he was shaking me, he couldn't help but notice how unbelievably cold I was. This continued for the entire night. Every time I would drift off to sleep, I would begin screaming, I'm dying, I'm dying. It was so bad that I was afraid to fall asleep. My husband and I have been together eight years, and this is the only time this has ever happened. I couldn't help but begin to obsess over this car accident over the next few weeks,

not just the accident, but the place that had happened as well. I began doing research, and just over the last thing, three years, 23 people have died on this road. My husband also pointed out that, about a month before the wreck, we had gotten pulled over in almost the exact spot of the wreck. A week or two after the wreck happened, I finally decided to Google it to see if what I had said the day of the wreck was correct. And to my shock, the news article was pretty much word for word exactly what I said the day

of the wreck, before any articles had been written. The town where the wreck happened is in the Guinness Book of World Records. My husband and I actually ended up getting a job where we worked third shift, and we had to go past the wreck site almost daily, and what we began to notice was the strangest thing. One night, at around 2 a.m., on our way into work, my husband said, look, baby, there's a guy up there in the waterfall with the flashlight. Mind you, it was also storming, and this is on the last natural limestone ever created on this planet. A few weeks go by, and our lives haven't stopped getting weirder since the day of that wreck.

When we were on our way into work again around 2 a.m., it was storming, and I look over to the shoulder. There's a guy going uphill in a wheelchair in a snowstorm, and there's a few miles before the nearest house. We also noticed there's a power plant in the woods that's different from the LG and E plant down the road. On another evening we saw a woman walking uphill with a dog again in a snowstorm. It seems to always play a factor that when we see these strange things, it's always some sort of nasty weather.

Also, it's worth mentioning that immediately in the weeks after this, I became obsessed with making sure that our car had survival stuff in it. I had a blanket for all three of us. Stop bleed, road flares, jumper cables, hand and feet warmers, water bottles, some food, toilet paper, phone chargers, charger banks, and even an extra cell phone. I was obsessed at this point with the wreck, with where the wreck happened, and wanting the truth, finally. I did some deep research on anything and everything I could find. Eventually, I found some extremely interesting declassified CIA documents about hemisink and the Gateway Experience.

We began to hemasink, and that's when answers almost immediately began coming to us. Almost as soon as we hemasinked, we had the strangest thing happen. We went to my husband's mom's house, and then the grocery store. My phone had been in my purse since we'd left our house, and I didn't retrieve it from my purse until we returned home. When we got home that night, we had groceries to carry in, and on this night, it was bone-chilling cold out. As we began to bring the groceries inside, my husband pointed into the trees in our backyard, and there was a dancing light. It's the only way I can think to describe it. I was taken aback by this dancing light that came out of nowhere.

We live in a very rural area, where there was no way that this was someone playing a joke or something. I stayed outside for about two hours, and we actually ended up noticing that there were two of these dancing lights outside of our house. We could actually hear them speaking to us, but only telepathic. Then my husband had to finally drag me inside. It got weirder because when I walked inside, on my TV, it was telling us that we had just seen an extraterrestrial. It was explaining exactly what we had just seen.

I even took a video with my husband's phone, but strangely, after I took the video and we watched it back, my husband's phone locked up and would not unlock. His phone stayed like that for the next several hours, until I heard of a voice. tell me to try it again. Also, this voice told me that I had to delete the video, because it wasn't for us to show anyone. I picked up his phone, and his phone unlocked instantly without me putting his password into it. I deleted the video and went on with my night. We began to hear that everything was happening simultaneously, all at once right then. The day after we saw the light dancing, I was on my phone when I noticed a picture from the previous day of what I'm going

to call a tinkerbell, or possibly the two entities together. Really? My husband and I knew that we were talking to ourselves in the reverse universe. We got a spirit box recorder to make it easier to communicate with them. We recorded the conversation and found it very odd, but we couldn't understand a lot of what was being said, because it's... sounded as though it was being said in reverse. I actually have the photo from the previous day

during a time when my phone never came out of my purse and of the conversation that we had. My husband and I began to collect crystals. We started looking into sacred geometry. We started diving into our chakras. Since the very beginning of our relationship, my husband has always told me the secrets to the universe, and honestly,

I wanted to tell him he was crazy. But somehow I knew what he was telling me for years had to be true. Sometime in December, my husband had to renew his license, so he went to the driver's license office and renewed his license. A few weeks later, my husband goes to check the mailbox and finds that not only does he have his license, but he received a second ID from a day earlier. And what's even stranger is that the photo is that the photo is that he has been true. on the second license is different from the ID he had to renew, and from the ID that he had ordered.

Where did this driver's license come from? And where did that picture come from? One day, I randomly started my free trial on Gaia and found galactic messages, the starseeds that are in the Earth's orbit trying to help wake us up. Things from this point just get stranger and stranger. We began watching more and more of these videos. I began downloading all the knowledge that I already knew. Then, one day, my husband came to me and I could feel his energy, and the sadness emanating from him.

He looked me in my eyes and told me that he'd figured it out. He finally figured out what happened to us on the hill that day of the wreck. Just as serious as he could, he looked at me and told me, We died in that car accident that day, but we didn't realize it because we just skipped off into a new universe. I looked at him confused, and I kind of chuckled because, after all, I was right there talking to him, so I couldn't be dead. Could I? I couldn't shake the feeling I got from him telling me that news, so a few days later I decided to Google my name to see if I could find anything to help me put the pieces together. but my husband was sure that I shouldn't do this.

I, of course, didn't listen, and I went on with Googling my name, but nothing could have prepared me for what I found. The very first article that I found said that Elena Paget died on October 4th, which just so happens to be the date of the wreck. But even more strange was the Elena Paget that died on October 4th was from Texas. I also used to live in Texas. She had two children, which I have two children. And her kids' names are Callie and Louis, which just so happens to be my aunt's husband's name and her cat's name.

And we're from Kentucky, but my aunt and her husband were the only family we had that lived in Texas. I went as white as a ghost. He could literally see the air leave my body as I began to process what I had just seen. My husband tells me that he won't ever be able to forget the feeling I made him feel the moment I finally realized that I had died, but was still alive. My husband hadn't googled my name either. Shortly after this revelation, my husband had this overwhelming feeling that he needed to paint a picture one evening. So he spent the next hour or so painting this picture, and the moment he walked into the room with me, the exact picture he had to paint was on the TV screen.

And since that day, that exact picture has been in so many videos that we have watched. While watching some of the videos from the Tejjetans, they were telling us about portals, but more importantly about a portal in a town where all of the parking is done on one side, where car wrecks are extremely common. And as I mentioned, the town where the wreck happened was in the Guinness. book of world records, for being the only city to be only on one side of the road. Then, I noticed that the picture for the video about quantum computers looks exactly like the view of the gold vault from above. Scientists are cracking the answers to our universe. They

have figured out the two-slit experiment. We're nothing more than a light reflecting off of a holographic plate. Some of us are here on a special mission in an Emerson Pondon. And this really is all just a game we all choose to play and learn on a sole level. So, what do you guys think? Was this a glitch? Or was this quantum immortality? We are all frequencies. And everything in this world is a vibration.

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to court that morning for a speeding ticket, and asked me to come along. I had the pocket knife in my hand as I was about to walk out the front door, debating if I should bring it, then decided against it, as I didn't want to accidentally bring it into the courthouse with me. So I placed it on the coffee table and left. Now, I'll admit, I can be pretty scatterbrained sometimes. I misplace things a lot, but when that happens, I never really have a solid guess as to where it could be, and because I can't remember when or where I had set it down. This situation was very different, though.

I vividly remember deciding not to bring my knife right before I left, so I threw it on the coffee table by the front door, and immediately walked out. This is a sure thing for me, because as we were returning to the apartment after court, I was planning to quickly grab my knife off of the table and then head to work. Well, I get back to the apartment, scan the table, and it's not there. So I'm like, huh, that's weird, but,

Maybe it fell somehow or something. No, it was just gone. Later that day, I spent at least a solid two hours searching the entire apartment. That might not seem like a very long time, but it's a fairly small apartment. I checked every room, under, slash on top of, slash inside every piece of furniture, in the couch cushions, closets, even places that I knew it couldn't possibly be, but I was desperate at this point. My dad gave me that knife, so I was pretty distraught that it was just suddenly gone.

Here's where it gets really weird. It was missing for five days. My girlfriend was actually the one who found it while I was at work on Tuesday. I was baffled, and here's why. She found it just lying on the floor under it. the desk in the extra bedroom that is essentially our cat's bedroom. That Friday morning, I had put the cat in her room before I'd even gone downstairs, and I know 100% that I did not leave the knife in there.

Like, I've run through every scenario, and there is absolutely no logical way it could have ended up in there. Aside from that fact, when I'd realized it was gone, I had. I checked that room from top to bottom at least twice. There's no way that I would have missed it just being on the floor. And there's also no way that my girlfriend would have missed it as she had been helping me look. I'm just at a loss here. It's really been messing with me, and literally any other situation where I've lost something,

I've been able to acknowledge that I simply did not remember when or where I had sat it down. but this is totally different. I've played through the scenario in my head hundreds of times now, and I know for a fact I never left the knife anywhere but downstairs on the table. If anyone has any sort of explanation for this, please help me out here. I've never had anything like this happened before, and I'm really struggling to understand how it just suddenly reappeared in a completely different place days later. A few answers to the frequently asked questions that I've received when telling people this story.

One, nobody else has access to the apartment, and the doors stay locked. The only exception is that I can't remember if I'd locked it when I'd left for court, but I was only gone for about two and a half hours. Two, there is no possible way the cat could have messed with it. She was put in her room and the door was closed before I was even fully changed. rest. I did not reenter her room before leaving. 3. My girlfriend was away for the weekend and got back Sunday afternoon. She definitely was not playing a prank on me and didn't even really have the opportunity to.

I know that this all probably sounds like I just forgot where I'd put it, but I promise that's not the case. My short-term memory isn't the best, but there's no way that I just completely forgot where I had put it, after only two hours. I also know that I'm definitely not the only one on this sub to have experienced this sort of glitch, so if you have a similar story to share, I'd love to hear it. If you made it through the whole story, I appreciate you because I know that this was pretty long. I've posted here before about welcoming in my friend's doppelganger into our house when I thought it was his twin brother.

This is what happened with one of the same friends some time later. I hope that it fits here and if not, my apologies. Again, my friend Jeff invited me over. He had moved to a new apartment and told me that he had met his new neighbors. He said that his neighbors, a man and wife, were having a get-together, and Jeff was invited. Jeff called me up and invited me to the party. And I accepted. It was a B-Y-O-B, bring-your-own beer,

so I ran to the liquor store and got myself a pint of Hennessy. I then went to Jeff's house, hung out with him for a while, and then we proceeded to his neighbors. The one neighbor was a white ginger alcoholic male with a big dog. His wife was a white woman with brown hair, and we all were students at the University of Buffalo, which is known to be haunted.

They lived in an off-campus house. After talking a little, eating a little, and drinking, we all moved to the living room to watch TV with the lights off. The married couple sat together, I sat by myself, and Jeff sat by himself. And we all watched TV in silence and drank by ourselves.

After about five minutes of silence, the front door burst open very strongly like someone kicked it in. The front door is right in the living room where we were, in her is a college-aged white female. She had long hair, blue jeans, a regular shirt, and a purse and keys. She slams the door behind herself. She doesn't say anything to anyone and quickly finds a seat next to me. I assumed that she was the friend of the neighbor's room.

wife, and that I may have been hooked up on a blind date. Because she sat so close to me, I assumed that she was hooked up with me. We didn't talk, she didn't drink, but she just checked her phone like she was busy and watched TV. After about 10 to 20 minutes, things started to get weird and confusing. So she is so close to me that I'm admiring her beauty and and looking forward to talking to her. As I'm checking her out from the corner of my eye, I get a cold chill down my spine that I immediately ignore. But at the same time,

she appeared to get the same chill as the hair on her neck started to stand up. She immediately starts to look around in a panic, grabbed her phone in her purse, stood up out of her seat in a hurry, It runs to the front door, jerks it open, scurries out, and then violently slams the front door closed behind her. We were all watching TV and drinking in the dark, so I just kept drinking. I figured that either I spooked her out because of my energy. I was still freaked out from the doppelganger sighting,

and maybe she got scared and freaked out, or she had forgot something and had to leave. The rest of the night was silent as I fell asleep. sleep on the couch. But the next day, I asked about that girl and nobody seemed to know what I was talking about. They didn't hear the front door slam open or closed when she came and went, nor did they see or invite anyone else over but Jeff and I. There was no girl. Now, I know what I saw, but I'm thinking, did I get a visit from an angel?

Did time freeze allowing her to come to me? Is my mind just playing tricks on me? Howdy. A long time lurker, but I've never posted here before. It is 4.45 a.m. I woke up a few minutes ago, but not a slow wake up. I literally jolted out of bed. I heard a sound of water rushing, but I live in a four-bedroom apartment,

and my window was cracked, so it took me a second to place the sound. I got up to investigate. and realized that the sound was coming from my own attached bathroom. My garden tub had overflowed, and water was still pouring out of the faucet. I went to bed at 12.15 a.m. I know this because I obviously remembered that, but to back it up, I had unopened texts from 1232. No alcohol, drugs, or any medications that I haven't already been taking for months,

such as prescribed anti-anxiety, so no mind-altering substance would explain this. I have no history of sleep, walking, or waking. The tub had overflowed and the floor around it was wet, but it hadn't spread past the base of the tub, which makes me think the faucet had only been running, for long enough to fill the tub, and spill over, which definitely would not take four hours,

if I had turned it on before bed and gone to sleep. So I definitely did not do that. What the hell just happened? If you have any extra questions, I'll be sure to answer them. I want to get to the bottom of this. Edit, many of you have suggested sleepwalking. I have no prior history of sleepwalking myself, but my cousin does. I'll be getting a camera to set up to check this out.

Some other users have asked me to look at. into carbon monoxide levels in my apartment unit, which I will be doing tomorrow morning. We have many smoke alarms, but I'm unaware if they measure carbon monoxide as well. Once I get more details, I'll add another update. Again, thank you to everyone responding to this post and trying to help me out. You've given me many different perspectives and insight that I appreciate very much. It's 1225 a.m. right now, and I'll be going to sleep soon. So, we shall see if anything weird happens tonight.

Someone told me about this subreddit, after I posted on paranormal, so... This is a repost from about three years ago now. I recently had another small glitch about this exact post experience, with my mother as well. I figured why not post it here, where it belongs. I don't post much, but I've been holding this in for a while. I wanted to see if maybe any of you had had a similar experience. To get the story started, I'll have to jump back in time. Around 2015 or 16, I was getting ready to go out with my mother and grandmother to go to Hobby Lobby,

and for those of you who don't know what Hobby Lobby is, it's a store that's full of art and craft items, candles, etc. It's like a Walmart for crafts and art. Anyhow, after I was done getting ready, I sat in my room playing with my parakeet because I had some time to spare. A bit of time had passed, and my mother, whom I told to get me when she was ready to go, hadn't come to get me.

I walked out into the living room, and she was flabbergasted by my appearance. Not because the way I was dressed, but because I had come out of my room. My mother claimed to have come into my room and said the lights were off, and she had checked all around for me and assumed I went to my grandmas. She lives right behind my mom's house. I told her I was in my room the entire time, and we both felt strange after that. Now, before this entire incident, my mother was very liberal, as well as a few of my other family members.

A bit of time passed, and when I woke up one day, everything had changed. My grandma, who was strictly against tattoos and dyed hair, began doing so. She got a tattoo. She dyed her hair pink. I was highly confused and brushed it off as a change of heart. That was until my mother became this kind of hardcore conservative overnight. It was all weird. My other grandmother who didn't like tattoos either got one as well.

Everything that I grew up with had just changed. Little by little, I've been noticing more differences in my family. from what I had grown up with. I kept trying to make excuses for it, but nothing was fitting right. I'm still stuck here in this universe that doesn't feel like my own. Now I've always been spiritual in the sense that spirits are attracted to me, and I connect with my third eye often. But I don't know what to do,

and I've read theories that once you hop, you can't go back to where you're from. And this isn't like a political issue. I'm not mad that my mother is conservative or whatever. It's just totally different from the mom that I grew up with. Things have gotten weird. Some of my lifelong wishes have come true, but nothing feels right. Ever since, I've realized all this, my brain has gotten strange.

I suffer from bouts of disassociation, which at first, I thought could have been seizures, except my soul feels like it's floating above my body. Nothing feels like it belongs to me anymore. My body feels foreign, often. It feels as though my soul is trying to connect with a body that never belonged to it. I know. I sound kind of crazy, but I'm saying this with 100% honesty from my side.

I was going to try to make it. a video, but I don't want to upset my family or scare them by making them think I don't care about them. I try to make this new life work for me, but nothing is helping. Does anyone know what I can do to adjust? I have memories that nobody in my family remembers, and I tried going to doctors who say I should get a brain scan and tests, but I can't afford that right now. They say I'm coherent enough to pass the tests, but I don't know why I'm having these episodes of disassociation slash minor brain seizures. I really highly believe that this isn't my world. Those close to me can vouch for me and I can get screenshots of old text I've sent stating what I'm stating here.

If anyone has any sort of idea what this is, please, I'm willing to hear it all. All I know is that doctors are puzzled, I'm puzzled, and nobody besides my boyfriend and closest friends know about this. If you've read this, thanks. This was a small venting session about my situation, and I hope that someone might have some answers. Edited 1204, 2021. Someone asked me if any major events happened in 2016, and I forgot to mention it. The same year that I experienced an overdose, I was 16 or 17 at the time. I experienced the void, a pure, true, black, nothingness.

I can't recall if it happened before or after the room incidents stated above, so I can't say what is truly the cause for this glitch. I originally posted this three years ago and have undergone extreme life. changes, changes that never seemed reasonable or even possible for that matter. I'm 22 now, and still to this day, believe I'm not in my world anymore. My life has one-80ed, starting in 2016. People I'm close to have forgotten past major events or conversations between us. I'm living the life of another version of me. I don't belong here. And honestly, I'm just living day by day. The only reason I'm back here updating this is because of the situation I encountered two days ago, which I have proof of.

This recollection, it was told on a channel that I had been telling my closest friends that I wanted proof that glitches exist before I heard my story being told to me through my headphones. I messaged my mom immediately and told her, I wrote about our portal encounter and just heard it on YouTube for the very first time. She messaged me back, just moments later, freaking out that she was watching a paranormal show and the very second I messaged her, they were talking about portals. I have these screenshots, and I'm so glad to know that I now have just a smidgen of evidence and that I'm not crazy.

So, I figured I might as well share this story, while I have it permanently imprinted in my brain. I was renting a room once at this La Quinta for a couple of weeks. Me and my girlfriend I have now, we've been together for a long time, and this happened probably around five years ago. Anyways, it's not a La Quinta now, it's like a Quality Inn or some bull crap. But it has a side door and people can go out to smoke and use as an access point. As I was on my way back to the hotel room, I remember pulling up to this parking spot. As it was a good 100 yards away, I could see something precisely in the way of my destination. It was right next to the hotel's side door in the grass area.

I saw this glitch of light. It was an amazing blue hue with yellow inside of it. And then I saw some type of humanoid come through it. I was pulling up, so... Keep in mind, I was driving toward it in the parking lot. It saw me. I didn't like the fact that I could see it. I remember that specifically.

It kind of looked like the predator from those movies. It was just differently colored. It was more red and white and black. It was throwing a fit because it was in my way of my destination. I didn't know what else to do except walk straight up to the side door directs. towards him. I was completely weirded out that I could see this thing. He was jumping around,

I think trying to intimidate me, which didn't work. I wasn't scared one bit for some reason, just fascinated. So, as I'm getting out of my car and walking up, I see him scatter down next to the dumpster in the hotel parking lot, kind of

down by where my car was a little, and then all the sudden it morphed into this huge dog-like creature, It was very agile and mad that I was watching him. He started breathing deep and growling. I still wasn't scared at this point, because I could clearly see how scared he was. I went in the door, turned around, and came back to the door to make sure that I saw what I saw. And, yep, he was still there, plain as day.

I ran up to my room and told my girlfriend what happened, and she said that she had never seen me like that before. I asked her if she actually believed me and she said yes. I was acting 100% down to earth and completely real to her. She believed me 100%. That was just confirmation that I knew what I saw and that was the truth. I know we all look to our loved ones for confirmation on some stuff, and that's what I was trying to do with this, as I almost thought that I was losing my mind.

Anyways, yeah, I made a Mufon report. that's mutual UFO network for those who don't know, with this and then shared it with you, and I help you enjoyed. I did. That is a very weird story, thank you. Hi, Raven, and hello to you, follow me, I will show you the way. This story takes place circa late 2001 to early 2002.

For some background, my then-husband and I had just purchased our first home. Any details to the house are not really relevance to the story. Other than that, the whole place had a vibe that kind of made me feel some type of way. But nothing ever really happened in that house other than the story that I'm about to tell you. Back then, my now ex-husband was in the military, and 9-11 was still a gaping wound in our country's heart. Therefore, there was a high chance that my husband would be called to active duty, overseas. So, because of that, we kept an answering machine hooked up to our landline phone when we were going to be out of the house for any amount of time. Because if the call came in that he

was being deployed, he had basically 24 hours to report for duty, and we didn't want to take the chance of missing that very important call, which he did end up getting that call in the early parts of January 2002. The only reason I mention that is because the incidents that I'm writing about happened twice. Once before my husband was deployed, he witnessed it, and once after. So, the answering machine that I mentioned earlier is what my story is centered around. I know, answering machines seem kind of ancient now, and cell phones were barely a thing back then. Anyways, hubby and I were sitting in the living room watching TV.

when the answering machine starts talking. No, not replaying the recorded out message of my voice, instructing callers to leave a message after the beep, and not a caller leaving a message, because the phone never even rang. It was, however, a man's voice. Having been over 20 years ago, I can't remember anything that was actually said,

just that we could make out some or most of what the voice was saying, and that it reminded us both of an old-fashioned fighter pilot due to the nature and inflection in which the voice spoke. Also, it repeated whatever it was saying twice, tone and words, identical both times. Hubby checked the machine to see if he could figure out what could have caused it, even playing the tape back. But there were no messages that sounded like what we had just heard.

The second time that had happened was after my husband had been deployed and it was early to mid-spring 2002. I'd been doing some spring cleaning and remodeling. A couple of friends had come over to help me paint. At some point later in the evening, we sat down in the living room to take a break. We were all just sitting there chatting

when the answering machine repeats what it had done some months earlier. Same words and everything. as before. It even repeated the whole thing twice again. Each time, including the repeats, lasted about 30 seconds.

Me and my friends just sort of look at each other like, okay, and I tell them about the first time that it happened. One of them suggests that it's just interference from someone's baby monitor or some other radio frequency interference

and goes to check out the answering machine. He picks it up, and then turns to me with this look that says, How is this possible? I ask him what's wrong, and he just lets go of the power cord as it unravels, and the end of it hits the floor. As I said earlier, we had been painting that day, so I had moved the desk that we kept the answering machine on away from the wall.

I also unplugged the answering machine and had rolled up the cord so as to not get paint on it. So, was this a ghost using the speaker of my answering machine? machine to communicate, but then why the repeats? Maybe it was some sort of time loop, like a glitch? Who was the man talking? Why my answering machine? And how did it work when it was not even plugged in? Honestly, I don't know, but it was pretty weird.

I have a glitch that happened just last week. Something that genuinely made me feel a bit weird about myself. It was a pretty normal day, last Monday to be exact. I was on my way to work after a long but productive weekend, driving down a familiar highway that I've taken every day for too many years now. I head in just before the rush hour, but the highway is a state highway, not an interstate, so it's not usually terribly busy. So I don't see too many cars, but there are a few.

I was lost in my thoughts, the hum of the engine and the voice on the radio keeping me awake, and focused on the road ahead of me. After a bit, I noticed a car a little ways ahead of me. It wasn't speeding or driving stupid or anything. It just looked a lot like an old car that I used to own about ten years ago. It was definitely a cherry-red 1998 Ford Escort. Intrigued, I sped up a little bit to get a closer look. As I neared it, I actually got kind of giddy to see that this car was identical to my old one.

There was a small hole in the bumper where my dad had backed his trailer hitch into it. It had the same dumb bumper sticker that I'd put on it in college. I stared a bit longer just kind of grinning and thinking, Wow, ten years later and I've run into my old car on the highway. What are the odds? How was that thing still running? Obviously, it's not impossible, but highly unlikely, right? Now, that part isn't the glitch.

That part could easily just be a fun coincidence. The glitch happened when I pulled up closer to them to get a look at the driver. As I got closer, I could see the driver's face in the side-view mirror, and my blood ran cold. The man driving the car was me. Not a look-alike. He didn't look just similar to me. He was me. Right down to the stubble on his face,

the sunglasses perched on his head, and even the same mild expression. My mind kind of spun, struggling to make sense of this and making me feel dizzy. I'm pretty certain I wasn't hallucinating or anything, as I was feeling fine up to this point and I don't have anything wrong with me, or anything like that, I had somehow stumbled upon a copy of me that was driving my old car, which completely confused me. My mind immediately went to, I need to meet this guy.

I need to know this copy of me. I tried to catch up to him, but as soon as I got around to the actual side of the car, he hit his signal and got over two lanes to take the exit. Weirder still, I know that exit. It's the exit that I would take to get to my previous job, because that office is literally to the left of the highway ramp. This guy, this version of me, was driving my old car and taking the exit that I used to take to my old job.

From where I was, it would have been dangerous to force myself to take that exit, so I just had to let it go and watch this other me go off to live his life. I did drive down to where my old job was on my lunch break, which is silly, I know, but I wanted to see if my car was there. It wasn't, so no leads on that front, unfortunately. In the end, I was baffled. Was this some kind of timeline break? An alternate reality, version of me where I never took this job and thus never sold that car and bought my current one? Am I going crazy? Is there lead in my water pipes?

I don't know. What I do know is that it was really weird and uncanny. And I genuinely have no explanation for it, other than there is a second me, and that he has good taste in crappy cars from the 90s. first of all, let me be very clear. I am very, very mentally ill. It's nothing that normally causes hallucinations or delusions, though. I mean, my depression does tell me that life is meaningless, and my PTSD does tell me that nowhere and nothing is safe,

but those aren't really delusions per se. Just things that are probably objectively true, but are usually ignored by healthier minds so that they may continue to function and presumably propagate our species in accordance with the prime directive of all organic life. But yeah, it's a bundle of effective and anxiety disorders. Very fun. To be fair, the above is a moot point, since I'm more the subject of this story than the object. I just always wanted to do my own version of first,

of all, I'm not mentally ill. Intro, except in reverse. Okay, on to the story. It's pretty simple, really. What it says in the title, due to the nature of what by-location is, or is thought to be, I obviously couldn't experience it directly,

and am relying on testimony from a friend of mine. If I'm in two places at once, the me who is me, could only obviously experience one version of that span of time. I was roughly 17 years old at the time, a junior in high school. It was second semester, so springtime. I believe it was a Wednesday, but I suppose that doesn't really matter much. What does matter is that our history teacher wanted the entire class to come in after school

to watch the Le Miserables movie. I believe the 1998 version with Liam Neeson for extra credit. We were doing the unit on the French Revolution, and as I remember, it was not mandatory, but highly, almost desperately encouraged for some reason that I couldn't discern either then or now. Maybe she was dealing with some personal stuff and didn't want to be alone. she was quite young, but very curmudgeonly and not particularly well-liked or pleasant to her students.

So it's a bit odd that she was so keen to spend an extra couple of hours with them. There would, of course, be a worksheet or quiz after the movie that would need to be turned in the next day to get the extra credit. I was in my school's IB program, which was basically just a college prep program. where you take a bunch of AP-level classes all at once, so most of my classmates were the driven and motivated sorts. The majority of them couldn't resist the offer of extra credit, as even the slightest advantage was an advantage nonetheless. I probably started out that way, but at this point my depression and PTSD started to manifest in full force,

probably spurred on by the puberty chemicals, and while I continued to get good grades going forward, I only did so due to a talent for osmosis and a decent memory. The motivation had already begun to leak out of me like air-escaping a punctured inflatable raft. So I very briefly entertained the idea of going to the movie showing, but ultimately concluded that I could coast my way to an A without it. And I really didn't want to have any more time in that particular.

particular class. What I did decide to do was tell my parents I was staying after school for an activity and take the couple extra hours to myself. As a kid that age, especially one whose parents had been overprotective in childhood, and who have always had to share space with a sibling, I relished the opportunity to actually be alone for a while. So, I took a walk. I walked around the school, passed and through the athletic fields, which were mostly empty that day, and down into a wooded area past the school grounds, which was essentially a public park with a nice path for walking and jogging. I was depressed, in the clinical sense, but I was also a dramatic teen, so I spent that time pining after somebody that I had an unrequited crush on, and wondering what combination of words I could put

together into a bit of perfectly mottledon poetry such that they would finally fall in love with me. Eventually, I looped back around and then got a ride home slightly before the Le Mies crowd was due to disperse. The very next day, a close friend of mine at the time asked me to help him with the worksheet for the movie. I reminded him that I hadn't seen it. I didn't go to the extra credit thing. He seemed really confused and claimed that I was messing with him. I explained that I was absolutely not. I had never seen that version of Lemise to this day,

and I certainly wasn't there to see it that afternoon. He then went on to tell me, with amusement and confusion in his voice and face, that not only had I been there, but I had sat behind him, that we'd had an entire conversation on and off, whispering, I assume, and that I had shared a spare juice box with him, which he apparently drank right then and there. The thing about the IB program in my school was that it was quite small and relatively new at the time.

There were maybe 40-ish of us, and we all took the same classes. We all knew each other, so it couldn't just be someone who looked a lot like me and acted and spoke like me that my friend had simply never had a shared class with before that day. He wouldn't mistake anybody else in the program for any other person in the program. And here the obligatory no-drugs thing comes in.

We were clean, nerdy kids, and at that point most of us hadn't even had a sip of beer. And my friend is much more mentally healthy than I am. No diagnoses to this day as far as I know. Ultimately, we both sort of waved the incident away. It was, after all. all, impossible. And if it was impossible, then it must not have been true. I know where I was and what I was doing,

and he claimed with a straight face that he thought I was sitting behind him and giving him juice. But he must have been mistaken. Assuming that something weird did happen, both of us must have just figured the other was goofing and left it at that. He must have been pulling my leg. To be honest, the latter is my primary. hypothesis to this day. Occam's razor would indicate that this is the case.

The somewhat weird thing that in no way rules out the rational explanation, but certainly muddies the water a bit, at least subjectively, is that we remained friends and fairly close for years and years thereafter. Through college and, well into adulthood, finally drifting apart only once he got married

and started exclusively hanging out with other couples doing whatever it is that groups of couples do. I remain single, not surprisingly, and he has never flinched or changed his story. Across the years, every once in a while, one of us would bring up that instance, presumably to get the other to confess to it, and each time we would hold fast to our respective stories,

with straight faces, and then sort of just drop it again. If I were to investigate the other, the occurrence now, I suppose I would try to get other people to confirm or deny what he saw, but I'm 35 now. Everyone else is also 35-ish now, depending on birthday. So, even if I were to track down one or more people from our program, their testimony would be unreliable either way. According to my friend, we mostly interacted with each other in his version of events,

so I doubt anyone else would have been paying attention to whether I was or wasn't there that day, especially in a dark room with a movie playing. I'm not really sure why it didn't occur to us to check with the others at the time. I know some theorized that the glitch in the Matrix stories have some sort of perception filter affecting them, discouraging people from sharing. But I don't really buy into that idea, considering how popular these kinds of stories are these days. Heck, they were kind of popular, though much less prominent even back then.

I guess maybe we just didn't think it was worth investigating, since both of us still suspect that the other is pulling an elaborate, soon to be decades-long prank, and ultimately the actual event was utterly inconsequential when it comes to our day-to-day lives. I'm certainly no stranger to weird bits and bobs, but for some reason this one sticks out most in that it continues to instill doubt. Maybe if he really did mess with me that afternoon and decided to stick by his story for fun, that little bit of doubt and wonder was his gift to me.

All right, I think I'm done. Hey, Raven, I've been a fan of your channel for a while now, and listening to your glitch stories has made me realize that I actually have experienced two very specific scenarios, that I now believe to be glitches. The first one is recent, however, the second one is from some years ago. Also, I do apologize for any weird sentence structuring or grammatic errors that I may make, as English is not my first language. I hope you understand.

Story 1. So, some pretense is somewhat required for this first one. I really needed a reusable water bottle that didn't leak, as the last two that I had before that was. were broken and ended up spilling water everywhere. I eventually managed to find one that was really nice, and it did the job that it was supposed to do. I liked it a lot.

So this happened Halloween of last year. It was a school day, so I had to get ready in the morning. I packed my things, including my water bottle, and went on about my day. Nothing really interesting happened at school, and none of it is important to the story. however do keep in mind that I had my water bottle with me the entire time. When I came home from school, I said hello to my mom and just had casual conversation with her about what we did at school and whatnot. During this, I distinctly remember taking a sip of water from my water bottle, which I was holding in my hand at that point. However, I didn't know that this was the last time that I would ever see it.

After the chit-chat with my mom, I went into my room and put on my pajamas and took a nap. I was setting up an alarm on my phone to wake me up when I noticed that my bottle wasn't on the desk next to me. Oh well, I thought. I probably left it in the living room and the table or something like that. So I went to go pick it up, but it wasn't there. I then checked every shelf where the bottle might have logically been left by me. It wasn't anywhere. I haven't asked my mom if she remembers seeing where I put it,

and she told me that the last time she remembers seeing it was when I took a sip from it during our conversation earlier. At this point, I was way too tired to keep looking, so I went to bed. When I woke up, the search for my bottle continued. We looked everywhere, and I really do mean everywhere. I live in a fairly safe. small apartment, so there aren't many spots where the bottle could have ended up.

We checked every possible place, the kitchen, the living room, my room, hell, even the bathroom, but it was nowhere to be found. Every possible corner and crevice of the apartment had been checked at this point, and we just gave up. I never did find that bottle, and I don't think that I ever will. I ended up buying a new one, and while it's worse than the one that the Matrix seemingly swallowed up, it does its job fine. And story two. Okay, this one is quick and short, as I don't perfectly remember it. However, it's been in my head for a while now. This took place when I was around seven or eight years old. I was with my mom in a supermarket that we usually go to for buying general groceries.

While we were passing the aisles, I turned my head and saw a man just standing there, bent over one of the bins with fruit in them, not moving, frozen. And there was no mistake here. It wasn't like he was just normally

standing and pondering at the fruits. No, he was very distinctly frozen mid-motion as if he wanted to pick up one of the fruits and just lagged out or something. I remember seeing this and getting this weird feeling, as if I saw something I wasn't supposed to. Even though I saw in quick passing, it got etched into my brain.

It was strange, and I have genuinely no idea what to make of it. If someone has an explanation for any of these two stories, I would love to hear them. These scenarios have been living rent-free in my head for the past couple of days, and I'm honestly terrified of experiencing another, glitch in the matrix. Hi, Raven. A little side note before I tell you my glitch. Before I found your channel, I had no clue about glitches or strange things.

But now, looking back to my childhood, it makes me reconsider that I may literally be in a different reality than I started in. Thank you, Raven, for your content, and may your channel grow more and more. You help me sleep at night. anyways, just wanted to let you know how much you are appreciated. Thank you, Bree. I do appreciate that very much. But onto the glitch. Okay, so, as a child, my mother and father were very strict parents, and not the normal strict, the almost cult-like strict,

if that makes any sense. To give you a little more understanding, my parents were apostolic, meaning almost like Amish, but way over being a Mennonite. We could wear English clothing, but for women it had to be dresses, skirts, etc. No TVs were in my home, pretty cut off to the world except for school. I could not wear makeup nor have any piercings or cut my hair. I had to keep my hair up, and to be honest, I was made fun of a lot at school. But never mind that.

We went to church every week, twice on Sundays and once on Mondays. But don't get me wrong, I had a great childhood in the sense of my mother being one of the best moms. Of course, she's my mother and she did everything to keep me and my two little brothers happy and healthy. We were privileged, to say the least. My mom was a stay-at-home mom due to our beliefs and our religion, and my father worked Monday through Friday. Now, I was a tomboy. I loved getting in the dirt and playing with my neighbors. I have some great memories of that to this day, and we all had a blast growing up.

When my mother had my youngest brother, let's call him M and B for my middle brother, I was excited when my little brother M was born. I was 12 at the time, and it was just such an amazing thing to witness. This is where things started to change. it had been about five months after M was born. I remember walking up to a normal day of bacon in the air and my mom listening to her gospel music, and everything seemed normal to me.

Well, as the day turned to the evening, my father came home, and we ate dinner. They told me good night, and I went to lay down. I wasn't allowed to watch TV, obviously, listen to any radio music. Let's say the only thing I was. I had was my piano, and I would go to my room and play it before bed. I don't know what happened, but things started to seem very strange.

Like I knew something was off, but I couldn't figure it out. When I came out of my bedroom, things were very different. My mom and dad were sitting in the living room watching TV. We didn't have a TV. I said, Mom, what are you doing? And she said, oh, honey, go back to bed.

It's late. We're just watching TV. But we never had a TV in our home. The movie that they were watching, I can remember because who doesn't remember Titanic. But I didn't question them. I went back to bed. The next morning was a Sunday,

and that, of course, meant that we had church. Well, mom and dad were asleep, and so was B, as well as. M. I was so confused. I went to the living room and they're sitting on this huge cabinet was a TV. I turned it on, just curious. Remember, I didn't know what it was because my mom and dad said that it was evil growing up. Mom woke up and I asked, Mom, aren't we going to go to church? She looked at me a little weird and said, honey, we don't go to church. I was, blown away at that remark, because we went three times a week since I was old enough to remember.

I didn't really question it because I was afraid I would get in trouble. They were the spare of the rod and spoil the child parents, so I got punished a lot with a belt growing up. And things just got a lot stranger from there. It was like God wasn't even mentioned anymore. No prayers, etc. I had jeans, makeup, a TV, and Britney Spears tapes for my radio. It was completely the opposite of how I lived.

I was in shock. My brother B. had an Xbox, and he's just a year and a half younger than me. Everything just changed overnight, as I was in my room, and I'm still baffled by that. things actually got worse. It's like I'd been through an alternate reality where my mom and dad did not have any religious ideologies. But what made it sad was that my mother left my dad for a guy that was half her age.

He was one of the neighbors down the street. Mom filed for divorce and took us kids to live with her and her new boyfriend. We lost our house, my childhood home. My father became abusive and just not like he used to be. He went on to rent a home across town and everything was so different. Sometimes I wish that it was just a dream because my mom and dad that I knew and loved were gone. Let's just say the rest of my childhood was terrible.

Luckily, I found a great guy and married him, and we had three children and are still together 15 years later. My dad moved on, eventually, and my mom is just not my mom anymore. It's hard to describe. My mother got on drugs soon after the divorce, and then so did my dad. They were the opposite of what they used to be, black and white. To better describe it, they both went full black, the yin and yang. I now have little to no contact with my parents because, well, they're crazy.

and I don't want my kids to see them like that. I swear I went into a different timeline, where my mom and dad were the complete opposite of who they were when I was 12. Since that day, my life has been one sad tragedy over and over. I am so lucky, though, that I found my husband, and honestly, if things didn't change, I may have never met him, and I wouldn't have had this amazing family, of my own.

I've never really been one to say that I'm a believer in the supernatural, or glitches in the Matrix, and I won't even say that now I am a believer, because I think that a lot of them seem to be easily explained, and people want them to be something they're not. But I will say that I had a bit of an uncanny experience recently, one that is similar to others that I've read or heard about, before. That's had me feeling a bit at odds with my own opinions. The story isn't super crazy.

It's probably one of the most mundane glitches to have happened, but it was still weird and I thought that sharing it wouldn't hurt. It was a pretty mundane morning, really. I woke up later than I should have, only to find that my phone didn't charge overnight. I have a clock by my bed, but it's a remnant of when I didn't use my cell phone as an alarm, so it basically just displays the time nowadays. When I opened my eyes, thinking that I still had some time to sleep, considering my phone hadn't gone off, I noticed that the time said 6.48,

which meant that I needed to get up, get dressed, and get on the road about 30 minutes ago. I shot up, noticed my phone, threw a few cursory, words out into the ether and went to the bathroom to try and get as much done as I could, of my morning routine. I had to forego my shower, but I washed my face, brushed my teeth, did my business, all at the lightning fast pace. I apparently did them so fast that I went backwards in time, in fact, because when I exited the bathroom and looked over at the clock expecting to see seven,

it said 6.45, which was three minutes earlier than the time that I woke up. I was definitely confused at this, considering I know that I took about 10 minutes to do everything I needed, but yet the time was now three minutes before when I got out of bed. To add to the confusion, I had plugged in my phone when I got up at 648 to at 648 to at least be able to turn it on and call my manager. But when I grabbed it after I came out of the bathroom and hit the button to turn it on, it said 100%. I don't mean that the phone turned itself on and it said 100%. It showed the little battery screen that it shows when you charge the phone when it's off, and it said 100%. When I plugged it in, it originally said 1%. Yet now, negative.

of three minutes later, it was at 100? I was perplexed, but I didn't really have time to think about it as I still needed to rush out the door to get to work. I texted the team lead and let them know that I was running behind. They told me that it was okay and to get there safely, and I took off the road so as to not be too late. Later that same day, there was another event that struck me as really weird. We had a team meeting with a partner that I knew was going to be hell from the start, because it was booked for two hours, which meant that it was going to be at least three.

Worse yet, it was booked for midday, so we were going to break for lunch in the middle of it, which was going to make it drag on even more. As expected, the entire first part of the meeting was my boss talking numbers to the partner, how we could increase them, who was going to do what and so forth. You're pretty typical boring corporate meeting. He ended the first half of the meeting with a ten slide segment on KPIs for the project.

That's key performance indicators for those that don't deal with them, and are basically points that show progress during a project. I specifically remember that at the end of the last slide, just before breaking for lunch, one of the partners stated he had a question about a specific KPI. My boss was having trouble finding which slide it was on to go back to it. He eventually found it on slide four of ten for the KPIs. He explained it, and we then broke for lunch.

Then, as soon as we got back, that same client had made a comment about how he had a question about one of the KPIs. At first I thought maybe he had a question about a different one, but then he mentioned which one it was. It was the same one. I got hit with a major wave of deja vu, like, wait, he already asked that. My boss then started in on the same sentences earlier and went to go find the slides, and much like earlier, he was struggling to find it. In the midst of my confusion I spoke up and said,

It's on slide four of ten. He nodded, went back to slide four, and sure enough, it was there. He thanked me, and then commented about how he was glad that someone was paying close enough attention to remember it, and then explained the same information as earlier. I kind of glanced around, like, did anyone else notice that whole thing repeated? But no one seemed to even notice. I thought about saying something because it was weird, or thought maybe it was a test,

but I kind of also figured I would be branded as crazy if I did. Plus, I didn't want to stretch the meeting out any more than they already had. The meeting pressed on and only ended 35 minutes later than it should have, so that was progress, at least. So those are my two weird. events that happened, both on the same day, and both nothing shy of confusing to me. I know that they were both boring or basic or whatever, but they still confused the heck out of me when they happened.

And I guess they've swayed me slightly more toward the side of weird things happen and we don't know how or why. But I'm still skeptical. Maybe if I have another glitch event, I'll lean a bit heavier into believing. But, until then, I'll just say that sometimes our reality can be a little bit glitchy. And that's that. Hey, Raven. So, I've been listening to your Glitch in the Matrix stories for about a year now.

I've listened to them all at least three times, because they're just so good. As an introduction, my name is Mars. I am what people call psychic. I can read people's thoughts, predict the future, say a word, and then it's said on the TV a second later. Me and my wife have telepathically talked, etc. I have taken shrooms and cannabis before, and those medicinals opened my third eye. Me and my wife's spiritual awakening started five years ago. And in 2020, she confessed her love to me at 11-11-11.

p.m. Our phone batteries were at 33% and 44%. We've been seeing angel numbers every day, everywhere since we started awakening. We are twin flames. Twin flames have the same soul, but have been split in half. It's like yin and yang. It's like soulmates, but way deeper. Twin flames have a mission on earth to bring back harmony and love, and to pretty much fight demons and bring back energetic balance, which is what we've been doing even without our knowledge. We remember experiencing past lives together. It was terrible, and we've died together every time. We didn't start learning about the simulation until a year ago. Things around us ever since have been extremely weird, difficult, and scary. I see clones everywhere, on TV,

at stores. It's another way that I use my third eye. I can't really control it. Ever since being in the simulation, me and my wife have had terrifying experiences. In this life and other lives. For example, in this life, my dad's mom is an evil witch.

My dad is even worse. He did terrible things to me as a child. I've always felt cursed, especially by my blood family. I've rarely had good experiences, and have tried to take my own life many times. I'm only 20 years old, but it feels like I've lived every single situation in every single life. My consciousness is way too advanced for this reality. It was just so weird to remember reincarnating with my soul family, and it's even weirder to be fully conscious in a brain-dead simulation

surrounded by clones and evil beings. For a while, it's been feeling like I am the glitch in the Matrix. I feel like I'm literally a glitch in this reality in a way that affects the whole simulation. My soul wants the simulation to break. There are so many terrible things going on and we shouldn't have to suffer this much, while the others get to have anything they want.

I've been kind of hoping that I would experience a big glitch, because then that would be confirmation that the simulation is breaking, and that we won't be trapped here forever reincarnating over and over. Anyways, now I'll get on to a glitch. Yesterday, me and my wife were not having a good morning. So we decided to go to Target. I put on my black jacket, and we left. left. After about a minute of walking, my wife wanted to put different pants on because we didn't

realize it was so hot. So we walked back, in a bad mood, and we get up to the room and I take my jacket off, and specifically hang it up. I check to make sure I have everything, backpack wallet phone, water. So we leave again, in a better mood. I put my phone in my bag and we get to the bus stop. We go into Target and buy some clothes, makeup, and dresses for my wife. At this point, I'm in a pretty good mood because I love spending money and it's pretty addicting. We stuff our backpack with the clothes and makeup and leave. We walk to the bus stop and get on the bus. There's people behind us that are talking about how it's so efficient to have bus card scanners in the back of the bus now,

blah, blah, blah, and we're like, wow, They sound like robots. So I take my phone out of my bag, and I quickly buy Panda Express from DoorDash. We missed the stop that we meant to get off, so I pulled the bus cord and we get off. It was only one extra stop that we missed, though, so not too bad. We get off, and I place the order for DoorDash. It's only a 10 to 15 minute walk from the bus stop to the house. I keep my phone in my hand and check the order,

about a third of the way to the house. After that, it kind of felt like my phone just disappeared out of existence. I'm a very organized person, and I have a weird location kind of superpower, where I can locate items anywhere, any time, even in the grocery store that I work at. My wife is the most messy person ever.

She's the exact opposite of me. I'm very clean, but I usually have no time. time to clean since I work, cook, etc. Even when everything is messy, I can still locate any item. So, we get inside the house, I take off my shoes, pet the dog, and we get up to our room. I empty the backpack, excited to see how my wife likes the dresses that I bought her, and then my heart drops. I can't find my phone.

We tear the room apart, empty the backpack five times, Look under things, in pockets. We call my phone, listen for the buzz, and it's nowhere. At this point, I start to think that I'm cursed by the Matrix. I immediately knew it was a glitch. There's no way in hell it just disappears like that, so... Now I'm like, great, life sucks. Bad things keep happening.

I'm officially cursed. So I retrace my steps. I go outside and walk the L-shaped path from the house, to the bus stop that we walked 20 minutes before. I couldn't find my phone on the ground. And wouldn't I have heard my phone drop on the ground if I had dropped it? It just felt like it disappeared out of thin air. There's a weird blackout thing in my memory where I can't remember feeling the phone in my hand,

the other half of the walk home. I only remember it in my hand when I checked the order. So I tell my wife's parents, since we live with them, and they go on a walk to look for it. Nobody can find it. We called it like 50 times, trying to hear if there was a vibration in the room. I never lose my phone, so this is just weird. I give up, I ate the Panda Express, going over and over in my mind where it could have gone. Did someone steal it?

Is it in the room? No, and no. It felt like it teleported out of my hand, so... I just accept the fact that I'm going to have to call out of work tomorrow and pay $1,000 for a new damn phone. So, I say, screw you to God in the Matrix and play video games. Then, on my wife's phone, I look up how to track a lost Samsung phone. I click the first website. It says people find her for free.

I enter my phone numbers and it scans everything, locations, address, names, etc. And then it shows the results if I pay the 95 cents. So I do and open the results. And it shows that my phone is at an exact address. It even shows it on the map. I think, great, someone stole it, but how could they? They just ran up behind me after stalking me and picked up my phone I dropped And then quickly drove to their house and under an hour

Yeah, okay, that doesn't make any sense I would have heard and felt my phone drop But all I felt was it disappearing out of my hand An hour goes by and then I decide to text my mom about it and send her a screenshot of where the website says my phone is The website is legit You can look it up it has all the legal verified stuff on it. So she opens the message and says,

What the hell? That's our old address from when you were four years old. I start to get creeped out. My brain pretty much implodes on itself, and I start to realize that this isn't just a glitch. This is a mega creepy glitch. First of all, there's no way in hell that my phone number could have been associated to the house that I lived at

when I was four years old. Second of all, I didn't have a phone at four years old. It just defies all possible logic. So me and my mom are texting, and she says that we could go to the house in the morning and offer $100 to whoever has it. I agree. In the meantime, I go on other phone locator websites,

but they either want $10 or they don't give exact locations. And the one I used seems like, like the most legit, cheap, and best one. My wife and I are literally like what the actual hell is going on. We were hella creeped out and didn't know what to think or feel. This whole day felt like a glitch. In the morning I was feeling depressed and terrible, which probably relates to the glitch since I've heard other people's glitches,

and they say they feel a feeling of doom before the glitch happens. Everything just felt so completely off. We watch a horror movie, and then I go to bed. In the morning, I wake up at 9. My mom says to look up, Google, Find My Device. So I do that on the computer, and it has an option to ring the device, even if it's on silent. I click the button, and I hear my phone ring. I can't even believe where it was.

It was in the closet, inside the sleeve of the black jacket that I put away before leaving for Target. The closet door was closed. I didn't touch the jacket at all after we got home. Why would it be inside the sleeve? I just found it an hour ago, and I still feel this rush of excitement from the glitch. So, long story short, my phone teleported out of my hand and somehow went to the house I lived at when I was four years old, and then teleported back into my house overnight, and into the sleeve of my jacket. Make that make sense.

I'm flabbergasted. Well, I guess that this just proves that the simulation is breaking. I am glad to have my phone back, and I'm guessing that this is going to be the start of many glitches that are going to happen. Bring it on, Matrix. It's really hard to make a coherent story out of this, but I hope some people would comment if they're experiencing the same phenomenon. I need to know this is something really.

real that others experience too. It seems to me that the Matrix is messing deliberately with me when I drive my car, by putting other drivers on the road to pass my path on very exact moments. Let me take an example from yesterday. I've been having trouble with my sleep pattern, so last night, around 1.20 a.m., I left to go night shopping at a.m. When leaving my street, I have an intersection that, at daytime, is moderately busy, but at nighttime is very, very quiet. Sometimes there is only a night bus once an hour driving through it.

Still, at 1.23 a.m., when I drive to the intersection, a random car appears so that I need to stop until it passes, as it has the right of way. A little later on the same street, I'm approaching another intersection that is only used by employees of a certain company, and a car again appears and I have to wait, because during the nighttime, it's a radar-controlled traffic light intersection, and the other car triggered a red light for me. This happened in the middle of the night, when there's probably one or two people working at that company's night shift. It makes no sense to me that these two cars would decide to start driving so that they just randomly appear at the same location and at the same time with me. I don't buy it being a random occurrence,

especially when this happens to me at least several times a week. Also, this phenomenon shows up when I'm buying something perishable from a store. For example, frozen foods that can't be refrozen after getting too warm, or I am transporting my medicine from pharmacy that has to be kept cold during transport, but it must not freeze. I always get stuck behind a car that is driving considerably under the posted allowed speed. Usually it's a bigger vehicle like a garbage truck, tractor, street sweeper, etc. This happens to me every single time.

Every single time. I can't remember when was the last time that it didn't happen, and it's driving me mad to be honest. What really gets me is that, when I try to speak about this with other people, they dismiss it as me paying only attention to those incidents when it happens, and ignoring the drives when everything is going smoothly. I can assure you that this is not the case. Sure, I would expect this kind of thing to randomly happen every night. now and then, but I live in a quite sparsely populated suburb, and this keeps happening way too often, and regardless of the time of day. It's really bad for my blood pressure for sure,

as it is stressful to deal with it. I need some peer support, and possibly even explanation for why it keeps happening. This isn't really a crazy story, but I'm still kind of beside my self anyways. I work in a real estate office that's open seven days a week, so I'm here now on a Sunday. It's a really tidy place usually, including my desk, which I always keep pretty clear. And since I'm basically the office administrator, I know where everything is down to the scuffs and the shelf under the things that hold all the envelopes in the supply room. I came in this morning to open up and the whole office was in total disarray. I've been working here for over a year and I've never seen it so tossed around. So I start putting things back where they belong before I even

sat down. The alarm had been set like usual when I came in, so unless someone was here after close yesterday or just carpet bombed the place at some point before they left, I have no other explanation for why it was so disorganized. Since it's a Sunday morning, I never see anyone until noon at the earliest. And the real estate market in this area is slow during this time of the year, so lately I've been alone all day for the last several Sundays. There was no one in the building when I arrived. If there had been, the alarm would have went off. The whole place was dark when I came in, and it's not a large space, so I definitely would have known if someone else was here.

When I finally arrived to my desk, my mouse and mouse pad were both missing. Keyboard was there. Some documents had been moved, but they were nearby so I could account for them. My mouse is wireless, so it could have feasibly wandered off. There's just no reason for it to be gone,

along with the mouse pad. I was super frustrated and looked around on my co-worker's messy desk, on the floor, maybe it got pushed aside for some reason, nothing, nowhere to be found. At this point, I'm not thinking this is some unexplainable phenomena, just some other thing that ended up totally displaced. I ended up stealing a mouse from a computer that is hardly ever used. I have things to do, so I didn't want to dedicate to. much time hunting for my missing mouse and mouse pad.

When I went back to my desk, both the mouse and mouse pad were in the place where they always are, to the right of the keyboard. I even plugged in the mouse that I had stolen, not even looking at my desk beforehand, because I was so sure that my mouse wasn't there. Then, I looked up and was astonished to find them both. I guess this could be a case of I didn't have my coffee yet, but I swear my mouse and mouse pad were not there on my desk until I returned. The original poster also added a comment, which was a bit of an update, so I'll add that as well here. The plot has thickened.

A broker has now come into the office, and I told them about what I saw when I came in and the mystery of my reappearing mouse. She got kind of fidgety, and she said that she had her own strange story. Yesterday she greeted the front desk worker, and they made some small talk before she went back to her desk, which is across from the kitchen. About 15 minutes later, the front desk person went to the kitchen and was surprised to see her at her desk. The broker said that they had just had a conversation, but the front desk worker was adamant that they had not. And then they proceeded to say the exact same thing as before. The broker chalked it up to them having, like, a blip or something. So, anyways, there's apparently a vortex in this rural real estate office.

I posted a while ago about a glitch while working on Halloween, where my ring apparently glitched off of my hand. Just yesterday I had another glitch and it's been bothering me ever since. I work in the photo lab at my job, and with the Christmas rush, I've been super busy with orders of all kinds lately. A lot of sales have been going on, so similar orders pop up one after another. In this case, there was a special for free 8 by 10s. I believe it was either Thursday or Friday. I printed a slew of them and was labeling them to be sorted into boxes to await customer pickup.

when I noticed I had two orders by the same person. A common theme with these types of specials. We'll say the name was Biggers. It was a very distinct name, hence why I remember printing it so well. I remember thinking, damn, I didn't realize there were two for her. I could have just put them in the same envelope. While I'd also gotten confused for a moment before wondering why I had two pictures by the same person,

but couldn't find the label. So I found the label, packed them up, and put them away. Among the other orders, I remember printing two orders of people with the same last name. It will call them loud, L loud, and A loud. They both had orders, and I remember them because they matched, and I see their names a lot while working. So I packed them up, and I put them away. So yesterday I'm at work, and Miss Biggers comes in for her orders.

I have two, she says, and I reply, Yes, ma'am, I remember printing them. But when I look in the boxes under the letter B, I only see one print. She tells me again that I know I had two, and I believe her and reiterate that I remember printing two for the reasons above. I go to check the printer and search the history, and only one order comes up. the one that I found. I go to the computer and search customer history.

These never get cleared, so there are orders from a decade ago listed on there, and even if an order is canceled, they aren't deleted, only labeled as canceled. But there's still only one order on there. Unable to figure out what happened to the other order, I tell her to just resubmit it, and I'll honor the sale and end of conversation. I figure it's just a fluke until Mr. Loud comes in. I have one for L and one for A. Yes, I remember them.

Except I only find L's photos, not A's. He insists that there are two orders and I know that he's right. Like before, I checked the printer, I check the computer history, absolutely nothing. These orders apparently never existed. I tell him that this statement. just happened earlier, I play it off as a system error and tell him to resend them and we will honor the free price. When the manager who was present while I was working on the orders

originally comes in, I ask her if she remembers those names and how I printed multiple ones. She says yes. I tell her that they apparently never existed and aren't anywhere in the system. She's as dumbfounded as I am. I've experienced weird things in the past that I joked were glitches in the Matrix, but this is crazier than anything I've experienced, and it baffles me. I could explain the rain glitch right away, but I cannot explain this one away. I regrets not asking for order-proof from the customers, like emails,

or order numbers to see if there was residual leftovers. So let me preface this by saying that, I know I only have one pair of these socks. I know this because my mom bought them for me as a surprise when I was still in high school. About two to three years ago, and I was absolutely obsessed with them. I remember it being incredibly annoying to have to find that single pair and wash them multiple times a week so I could wear them. If I had more than one pair, then I wouldn't be washing them as often,

because I would have a clean pair waiting for me. but that isn't the case. Anyway, they are white crew socks, with a cartoonish smiley face on both ankles and two black stripes on the toes. I loved them. I wore them all the time up until about a year ago. One of the socks had a two to three inch hole in the sole,

which I expected soon enough based on how much I wore them. I was really, really upset. silly, I know. But they meant a lot to me because they reminded me of my mom. At that time, I moved away from home for the first time about eight months prior. Home was two hours north, so I didn't see her often. That's why the socks meant so much to me. So, anyways, I was upset about the hole, but I didn't want to throw them away,

so I just shoved them in the back of the drawer to avoid. grabbing them. Fast forward to today, 14 months after shoving these socks in the drawer, my partner gets home from work. She takes her shoes off and at first glance I don't entirely notice, but then I did. She was wearing the socks with holes. So, of course, I asked her why she chose to wear the socks with the holes. And she said that there aren't any holes in them. I figured that she just hadn't seen or felt it, which, which was surprising for me since it was a fairly large hole. So I checked out the socks, and, yeah, there are no holes.

To say that I'm shocked as an understatement, because I remember how upset I was when I couldn't wear them anymore due to the holes. I mean, I'm glad there aren't holes now. I can wear them again, but there definitely were holes. And I'm absolutely perplexed. This might not be that crazy to some, but I just can't wrap my head around it. This event has happened on repeat a lot of times in the past couple years, around three to four years to be specific. In my hometown, the afternoon schedule for the local shops to be open is that is open from 1730 up to 2100, all days except Wednesday and Sundays.

At least, that's what I remember, because my parents are adamant that the shops were never open on Monday afternoons. Then, how the hell do I have memories of me as a teen, on Monday's afternoons, running errands for my mom on the way to and from after school activities? Or how was I running my own errands while doing after school activities? I asked if things changed after COVID, since during the lockdowns, a shop schedule was posted. posted on our town's website for every week. But no, it was always like this. That is one of the few odd things that I noticed that have changed. The other one was the signal tower on the way to my old high school,

which is near the town's second cemetery, and the second mass grave memorial of our town. We also have an old cemetery in the other side of town. This second cemetery opened up in the early 19-20s. 20s, and the other one is from the 1700s, maybe even older. Anyways, I've been going through that road for an entire year during the afternoons, because I go to evening school, and only since April have I noticed that tower. How did I miss a relatively small signal tower that has a steady red light on top of it,

that you can only see through the night? And, again, I asked my parents and my sister and her friends, since when was there a tower there? And their answer was that it has always been there. I asked classmates and school staff who used the same road, and I got the same answer. What changed in April? Because since returning from Italy,

which I spent from the 18th of March to the 3rd of April, that tower was not there. What is happening? I didn't have a near-death experience in my trip. I did trip and fall, but I didn't hit my head. The plane rides back were a bit bumpy, and the lights did go off for a moment, but we didn't die. Or did I die and wake up in a new reality where there's a signal tower there, and my town's shops are closed on Monday afternoons? It's honestly unsettling.

I was going through some really rough times recently, as I was separating from my partner of ten years. My car happened to break down on the side of the road, and then proceeded to burst into flames, and basically burned to a crisp. I think I know how this happened, and although it was unlucky for it to happen at that particular time, it was not beyond the realm of probability. My tooth, on the other hand, did something very bizarre, and it started with me going to brush my teeth one night. I put some toothpaste on the brush, as always, and the moment that I put it in my mouth to begin the process, I was jolted with the most excruciating pain I have ever experienced. I liken it to putting a live wire with 240 volts of electricity to my tooth.

After a minute the pain goes away, so I persevered brushing my teeth for a couple of days like this, until I couldn't take it any longer, and I went to the dentist. The dentist found my story highly unusual, and after having a little look, told me there was a small cavity on the front of the second top front tooth on the left. She dried the area and disinfected it with some solution, and then just filled it with a filler.

When I arrived back home, I had a look at the tooth, and there was a small, dark, gray, spot where she had filled the cavity. I wasn't worried about that at all, as it cannot be seen when I smile, and I was just happy that I would not have to experience that gruesome pain any longer. Fast forward two months, and I wake up one morning and go to brush my teeth and... Ouch.

The pain is coming back, although not quite as shocking as before. I lift my top lip up to have a look at the tooth, thinking, maybe the plug had fallen out and what the hell. The dark spot where the dentist had filled the cavity is not on that particular tooth anymore, but is actually on the tooth next to it. I rubbed and scraped at the dot, but it wasn't going anywhere. It was the same filling that the dentist had given me,

but it was now on a different tooth? Not only that, but the cavity that caused me all the hassle and pain before, was back exactly where it was before being filled. Did the architect of the Matrix just go back in time to change something on the timeline and made a mistake getting me ready to come back to the new reality? How can a tooth filling magically shift from one tooth to another while I'm asleep? I've had many other glitches and synchronicities in my life, so I can usually deal with them okay,

but this one has done my head in quite a bit. I'll have to go back to the dentist and have them fill the cavity a second time. Maybe they'll have some way of figuring this out. I have a weird thing that happened, and I cannot seem to explain what actually occurred. I've never had anything paranormal happen or anything like that, so I don't really know if this was a ghost or something, or if it actually qualifies as a glitch,

but I'm going to say that it's a glitch because I don't want to think that my house may be haunted. I was down in the basement doing some cleaning, just picking things up and sorting some of the extra stuff that we had in the storage area. I was listening to music from my phone, but it wasn't too loud, because I was expecting an Amazon delivery.

And I wanted to make sure that I heard the doorbell because the item was expensive, and we sometimes have had porch pirates that drive around and take stuff. So I was going to be sure to get the package inside right away. After about an hour of cleaning up and getting things put away, I hear what sounded like someone saying, Hello? I quickly paused my music and stood up to peer up the stairs and see if maybe my boyfriend was home.

After a few moments, I said hello back. Then, I heard, in clear as day language, and in my boyfriend's voice, say, I wanted to let you know I'm here. It was a bit weird, but I thought that maybe he had taken a half day at work for some reason. I said okay, and then I asked him if my package was outside, but there was no response. I thought that maybe he had just gone to the restroom as he had just gotten home, so I went upstairs to talk with him, as I needed to take a break anyways. I got up the stairs and I didn't see him, so I called out to him asking if he was in the bathroom. Once again, no response. The whole house was completely silent. I went over to the bathroom door, and much to my surprise, it was open and the lights were off.

I checked the other room still calling for my husband, but I was completely alone. There was a bit of panic going through my mind, but I shook it off and decided to just move forward and check the porch for my package. Sure enough, it was sitting right there on the step waiting to be brought in. I grabbed it and looked around to see if maybe my boyfriend was outside, but no, he wasn't there. I brought it in, placed it on the couch, made sure the doors and windows were locked, and went back down to finish what I was doing in the basement. About three hours later, I was doing laundry and I heard someone say hello again. I was about to have a legit freak out when I heard my husband's voice say,

I wanted to let you know that I'm here, in the exact same cadence and tone as the voice from earlier. I immediately yelled my husband's name up the stairs to see if it was really him, and he yelled back. Yeah, what's up? I went upstairs to make 100% sure that it was him, and sure enough, he was standing there in the kitchen just staring at me. I was relieved that he was actually here, and that it wasn't just his voice again, but I was still mentally weirded out. Despite how stupid it was going to sound, I asked him if he had come home for lunch for a few minutes and then left,

and he, of course, said no. I told him that I swore I heard his voice earlier, and he just kind of laughed it off, saying, that's weird, and went back to doing what he was doing. So that's my event. I have absolutely no idea what it was, if I just imagined the voice, or if it was a ghost or some kind of premonition,

but it was the weirdest thing. I'm kind of thankful for it, as it did get me to go check for the package, and it had been delivered without them ringing the bell, but I hope that nothing like this ever happens again. I've never had experiences like these before, and used to be extremely skeptical about this whole thing. A couple of weeks ago,

my girlfriend was staying over at mine and she was feeling unwell. I went to the chemist and got her some cough syrup and lozenges for her sore throat. She takes some of the cough syrup, and before we go to sleep, I put it next to my bed on the bedside table. It's in a big box, and it's a fairly large bottle, hard to miss. When we wake up in the morning, she asks if she can have some more because she's feeling worse. I look at the bedside table, and it has vanished. We searched everywhere for it, in the drawers, under the bed, everywhere. A couple of days go by and we're cleaning the room.

I go to the kitchen while my girlfriend is having a shower. When I go take her a towel from the laundry, we both come back to the room together and the cough syrup is on the floor, literally where we had just checked and cleaned, standing upright. I was confused and so was she, because we had both experienced this together, and it wasn't just one of us. Now, that was strange, but we didn't really think too much of it. Fast forward three weeks, and my girlfriend was staying over again. We wake up to go to work, and she asks if I have seen her earring.

She was adamant that she had put it on the bedside table on her side before going to stay. sleep. Again, we looked everywhere. Under the bed, drawers, behind the bedside table, everywhere. Fast forward to last night, and this is where it gets really bizarre. We had just come back to mine from eating dinner at a restaurant. We get back to my room. We're having a few glasses of red wine and playing cards with some background music. I'm laying on the bed, on my stomach with my head down looking at my cards, waiting for her to play her turn while she's gone to the computer to change the song. She puts on a tune and is in her vibes. Suddenly, she looks at me with a face of fear on the verge of crying almost in a frozen state. I asked her what happened.

She then shows me the missing earring. I asked her where she found it and she explained that it fell into her hand. She felt something drop on her shoulder, like her earring falling out of her ear, and it landed in her hands that were upright on her lap. She was wearing a different set of earrings at the time, so to her, she initially thought that one of her current earrings fell out until she looked in her hand, and it was the missing earring. Both of her current earrings were still in her ear.

Has anyone else experienced something like that? like this, and if so, what do you make of it? Before I got my braces, my left front tooth was further forward than my right front tooth. Weirdly enough, in my childhood, I remember about three or four times where I would just be talking or doing mouth things, when I noticed my right front tooth was further forward instead of my left front tooth. my teeth were not loose, in pain or anything that would explain this. I thought I was losing my mind, but what's sure of what was happening.

After a few minutes to hours, I would notice that my teeth were in their original places. I know this is a fairly short story, but the fact that it happened multiple times over the years severely confuses me. I remember it happening at Target. at a pizza place and more, but I can't recall where I was or what I was doing. Sometimes, it just feels that the smallest things can lead to the most confusion. I have a story that may be a glitch or something paranormal. It's about a homeless guy around my neighborhood. You know that every hobo has at least one perk.

Well, this one seems to have a lot. He's like Father Nature, because he always knows the exact time when asked, and he can always predict the weather precisely even better than people paid to do it. I really believe this isn't a hoax, because all the bullies around here frequently searched through his pockets for watches or smart devices, but no one knows how he is capable of doing this. This story does get even creepier,

because one day I rode my bike all around the city, and when I saw him, I asked him how much time he thought it would take me to reach home. And he answered to me an exact time of arrival, like 1347, which was after almost an hour and a half. I questioned his powers and thought that he threw me a random time, because the way home was at maximum 15 minutes by riding a bike. But guess what? after that, on my way home, my pedal simply broke, and I had to drag the bike after me.

Close to my house, I saw him again and yelled at him that he was right about reaching home after a long time. Then I remembered the precise minute that he gave me, and when I checked the watch, it said exactly those numbers. 1347. The last time that I saw him, I talked to him, and he made someone so poor. pleased around here that they actually bought him a very expensive watch. But I don't think he really needs it. Because when I asked him about the time, he said it, not even raising his hands to look at the watch.

My uncle and I went to a Bucks game a few weeks ago, as his friend wasn't able to make it, so we used his season tickets to go to the game. As we're scanning the tickets, we ask the worker how to get to our section and seats. My uncle and I vividly remember the tickets saying Section 235, row W, seats, four, and five. So the worker points us to the direction of Section 235, and we go find our seats. I double-checked the tickets before we got to our section just to make sure that we are finding the correct seats, and I confirmed that it said Section 235, row W, seats, four, and five.

I then asked an usher to confirm where our seats are, and he pointed us in the right direction towards Road W after looking at our tickets. So we go over to Road W, and we see that there are people in our seats already. No big deal, we thought, as we can just hop around in that section until we felt like asking them to move when the game got busier. Eventually, we're asked to move to our seats, so we go back to row W and ask the people there to politely move since those were our seats. The two guys sitting in seats four and five were very sure that those were their seats, and they then show us their tickets, which shows that they are indeed Section 235, row W, seats, four, and five. This is where we get really confused. We then pulled out our tickets to show them those are also our seats, only for it to say we're in Section 235, row B, seats 1 and 2.

What the hell? Our tickets seemingly changed from row W seats 4 and 5 to row B seats 1 and 2. We had absolutely no clue how that could be possible, as we had ushers confirm multiple times where our seats were throughout the first half, of the game, while making mental note of our exact row and seat numbers so I would not forget. We then moved down to our new seats and just sat in absolute confusion as to how that could have happened. It makes sense that row B seats one and two were the correct seats all along, as we saw some friends behind us who were asking where the usual friends were that have the season

tickets. We told them what happened, and they couldn't make sense of it either, and they jokingly suggested that we were probably too drunk to notice the difference. However, I was sober, and we'd had multiple ushers confirm what the previous ticket said before the mysterious switch. There's likely a reasonable explanation for this, but my uncle and I are still scratching our heads, wondering how that happened. We both vividly. remember the same details and just don't know how the hell that happened that day. Any thoughts? As the title suggests, my 22 pack of razorheads disappeared from my toiletries drawer

about a month ago. The pack is quite large and contains 22 razorheads, each packed in a small plastic box, with three razorheads in each box along with one razor. I know for sure that no one else touched it, since I'm the only one in the household using razors, and the drawer is in my room under my bed. Additionally, I have drug paraphernalia in one drawer, which is quite visible. If either of my parents opened it, they would have noticed for sure.

Now to the event itself. A month ago, I was getting ready for a date with my now-X, and I wanted to shave while I showered. I knew that I had the aforementioned pack of razorheads, and I had only used two plastic boxes by then, so I had eight or nine left for sure. When I opened the drawer, I couldn't see the carton sheet, which was the packet, and the biggest, most noticeable item in there. I started rummaging through the drawer, but I still couldn't locate it. After several minutes of searching, I was quite frustrated because I couldn't find them. I started taking things out of the drawer one after another until all of the items were out and the drawer was empty.

I found only one plastic box with three razorheads while removing the items. I thought maybe I took them all out and threw out the carton, but where are the rest of the razorheads? Since all of this took me around ten minutes, I didn't have any time to think about it in search for them, so I returned all of the other things and went to shower. After a couple of days, I wanted to shave my legs quickly in the shower, and I went to the drawer thinking I put the rest of the razorheads in one of my necessities. But it turned out that I hadn't. I even removed the drawer to check if they were somehow in the very small space behind the drawer. But, of course, they weren't.

So I just let it go. Now, this morning, I opened the drawer and there was a razorhead package with seven. or eight plastic containers inside. I was like, what the hell? How? And why? So, yesterday we had a funny and interesting scenario that was most obviously a coincidence, but I love exploring the possibility that it was something more.

Some background details. My wife is somewhat religious. She hasn't meant a church in a long time. but prays every night thinking God is watching over, etc. Me, I just think there's some sort of greater entity out there, and whether it be God, aliens, or something else, we get into playful arguments about this, but that's a whole other story. My wife has a small business, and so, a couple of times per week,

she has to drop a bunch of orders off at the post office to ship out. And my wife is approximately three months pregnant. but there's not really a bump or anything yet, so you wouldn't know it just by looking at her. So on to the story. Yesterday we go to the post office, and I sit in the car while she goes inside. She apparently fell running up the stairs, but I was looking at my phone and I didn't see what happened. She caught the fall with her arms and hands to shield her pregnant belly. While she was inside, an older woman in a big van pulled up her.

next to me in the parking lot. I didn't really notice her doing anything. She seemed to basically just be standing around outside the driver's door. Normally, people park and just go right inside, but she was just standing around. A few minutes later, my wife comes out and said to me, dude, didn't you see me fall? The window is open and she said this to me while standing outside the passenger door, right next to the woman with the van.

Within like one second, the woman said to my wife, oh my God, I hope you're okay, and instantly handed her two identical coins. The coins are basically like a penny with a cut out of a cross in the middle, and a cutout that was a small cross that fits perfectly. The part that we find weird

was that there was zero hesitation from this woman. She didn't reach into her pockets or anything, She had the coins in her hand ready to go and responded instantly. After she handed off the coins, she didn't say anything and walked away toward the entrance. So that's the story of how we were possibly visited by an angel yesterday. We semi-seriously think it was an angel, that she gave one coin for my wife and one coin for the baby. I love talking and thinking about supernatural and glitchy stuff, so... Of course, this is a possibility we'll never roll out.

But thinking logically, I assume most likely one of two things is what actually happened. She somehow saw my wife fall, although I don't think she could have with the way the times lined up, and waited purposely for her to come out to give her the coins as a way of saying, bless you, or whatever, or the woman just has a big collection of these coins and hands them out to random people during interactions. But what do you all think?

This was a small-ish but weird glitch that I experienced last week that's been bugging me ever since, so I thought I would come share it. Last week, I went out of town for a week and rented a car while I was gone. I have some anxious tendencies, so after I returned the rental, while I was sitting at the airport waiting for my flight, I had an anxious feeling about being worried about my personal car keys. I had parked at the airport long-term parking at home, so I would need my keys as soon as I got off the plane. So I checked my wallet.

It's a big wallet. I always keep my keys in there to verify that they were there. My car keys were where they belonged, but, again, being anxious, I checked two more times over the next 20 minutes or so, before putting my wallet into my carry-on bag, where it stayed for the rest of my journey home. I got to my home airport, and I went out to the parking garage. I have the kind of key that,

if you're near the car, it will unlock, and a push-button start. So my wallet and keys never left my carry-on this whole time. I pulled into my driveway at home, and I started digging through my center console for the garage door, and as I was digging for it, I came across my car key. I was confused and thought that it must have been a spare since my key is in my wallet in my bag.

I chastised myself for being so careless and leaving my spare in the car. But then it occurred to me, if there's a key inside the car and I try to lock it, it always beeps and won't lock. I opened my bag and pulled out my wallet, expecting to find a few. find my key in there and confirmed that that one in my hand was a spare. But inside my wallet was only my house key. So, somehow, my key glitched and moved itself from inside my wallet in my carry-on bag, into the bottom of my center console underneath napkins, plastic baggies, phone chargers, and God knows what else. My first incident, back in the early 80s,

I was looking at an apartment. I had just looked at the empty living room, but quickly popped my head back into and out of the doorway on a whim. In that brief moment, I saw a room full of furniture. I looked again and it was empty. I ended up renting, and quite some time later, I walked into the living room and realized the furniture that I had seen was my own, none of which I had at the time,

as I slowly gathered it over a period of many months. And a second incident, shortly after I realized I saw my own furniture that day, I was sitting in the living room, same apartment, after a hard third shift, drinking a rum and Coke while watching Popeye cartoons. And when I heard what sounded like a large dog walking in the kitchen, the sound came to the living room door,

stopped for a good long moment and then resumed, walking back through the kitchen and suddenly stopping. I got up and looked, feeling very weirded out by the noise, but nothing. I sat back down to finish my drink, and a few minutes later, I saw someone vaguely familiar dart their head around the doorframe and immediately pull it back. I yelped and jumped up, running into the kitchen, finding no one. All doors and windows locked and chained, and no one hiding in a closet or under a bed. I chalked it up to alcohol and exhaustion. Several months later, a friend from work brought their dog over, which they had just gotten from their parents. I didn't even know they had a dog.

It walked in and around the kitchen, and then went into the living room, for several seconds before re-entering the kitchen and walking out the back door. These were the exact same sounds I had heard months earlier, but experienced from the opposite side of the encounter. It then hit me. The face that I saw at the doorway was my own. Since I was in my very early twenties, I chalked it up to possibly becoming unanchored in time.

Hi, Raven. I've been listening to your podcast for a while. a while, so I thought I might as well share one of my stories. By the way, I'm a first-time poster and a horrible writer, so sorry if my storytelling skills aren't top tier. For some context, my house is a small two-story apartment. When you went to the house, you'll be faced with the stairs in a hallway that leads into the living room. On the right is the opening to the kitchen. The kitchen has two clocks, one in the oven and one on the microwave. This was in 2019. It was a Monday, and I'd woken up for school at 6 a.m. I remember checking my bird clock

and laying back down on my bed and closing my eyes for one second. But when I opened my eyes, I looked back at the clock, and it was 7 a.m. I hadn't closed my eyes for that long, and I had no idea how I just skipped a whole hour. I went and told my mom, and she gave me the answer of, you probably just fell asleep and that was the end of it. Now, skip ahead to 2022. My alarm for 5.30 a.m. goes off, so I do my whole getting ready for the day routine and go downstairs. I walk into the kitchen to eat breakfast, and that's when I look at the time.

139 a.m. I checked my phone just to make sure, and, Yep, it's now 140 a.m. I decided to go back to bed. This one was only about three weeks ago, April 30th. I woke up two minutes before my alarm was set for six, so I went to get dressed, then went back over to my phone confused

as to why my alarm hadn't gone off yet, and it was 5.54 a.m. This all happened in my room, so I don't know if I'm imagining this, Or if my room is just glitching. Lazzangue sur-gillet, power-maintened for 15 minutes. We'd say that's the lojo.

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