Have you ever had something so strange and unexplainable happen to you that it still kind of fre*ks you out?
My best friend told me that he was driving home one night and he saw a plane on fire streak across the sky before it crashed and there was a huge explosion. It happened in a typical suburban area so he expected to see something about it on TV when he got home…but there was nothing. No mention of it on the news, in the paper, nowhere.
He swears that it happened and I still find that story to be very unsettling.
If you’ve ever had any “glitch in the Matrix” stories, share them with us in the comments.
Here are some odd tales from AskReddit users that will probably leave you scratching your head…
1. That’s pretty crazy.
“This will probably get buried .. When I was around 20, a few years ago, I kept having dreams about a woman with long black hair named Aroura [ pronounced A-roar-uh) . They were different dreams but for some reason, her distinct face and name always ended up in them. It got to the point where I would wake up frustrated and confused, trying to google her name or find out how I was connected to her. After a few months she stopped showing up and I dismissed it, thinking my brain was just being a “scumbag.”
Fast forward a few years later, Halloween 2009, I’m in the car with a friend stopped at a gas station. I’m about to pull out and merge onto a highway when I get a phone call from a random number, so I stop the car but no one answered. There was a person behind me who grew impatient, honked at me, and then swerved in front of me instead of waiting for 2 seconds for me to move. Second they get on the highway, some silver civic loses control of their wheel and crashes into the car that swerved in front of me. I called the cops and waited at the gas station for them to come.
Turns out the drivers of both cars died. It 100% would of been me if I hadn’t of got that phone call. Called it back a few hours later out of gratitude and curiosity, rang 3 times and went to voicemail. “Hi, you’ve reached aurora, please leave your name and number.” Never had goosebumps like that in me life.
Called it again the next day, because I was that confused about the whole situation.. Some woman answers, we get to talking, I tell her my entire story including the dreams I had. She tells me she doesn’t know how I got her number and that she never called me as far as she remembers. Weird. Ask her if she has a facebook to confirm if she is in fact the woman in my dreams.
Check her facebook, holy f*ck, it’s her.
If that’s not a glitch in the matrix then I’m just bat sh^t crazy.”
2. Can’t explain it.
“This happened about 15 years ago. I called my friend up and he wasn’t home so I left a message on his answering machine. I said, “Hey, it’s me KILLALLEXTREMISTS. Sorry I missed you, call you later. Bye.” And then I hung up and left the house. I made no other calls. Later that day he called back and he says, “Wow, that was quite a message you left. Who was that girl you were talking to?” I was like, “What are you talking about? I wasn’t talking to any girl!” Well, as it turns out the message didn’t end after I said “Bye”. I had to go over to his house and listen to this message a few times.
After my initial message that I did leave (as quoted above) there was a slight pause and it continues on for another 30-40 seconds or so with me talking to some girl. It was my voice, but a conversation I never had with a girl whose voice I didn’t recognize. You could compare it to the message I know I did leave and the two voices were indistinguishable. Not just the voice but, you know, talking mannerisms. It was my voice. Also, references to my occupation and activities were the same. Basically, in this conversation I was talking to this girl about going skiing but I had to go down to my shop and work on a car first, which totally correlated to me.
Then the message just stopped. It was recorded on one of those digital answering machines that recorded the message to a chip so there was no tape I could have taken and had analyzed, unfortunately. Also, neither I nor my friend had party lines so that’s not an explanation. It was very fre*ky, I can’t explain it.”
“Driving home on a storm day, I see that a sideroad up to the local golf course is blocked off by flashing barricades. I also spy a Mercedes parked past the barricades with it’s hazards on. I stop and walk up to the car to see if they need help (I’m an EMT), I shine my light in the back seat to see a man slumped over apparently asleep. Thinking I’ve got a few drunks, I move up to the driver window and rap on the glass and shine my light in, the driver is sitting bolt upright, unmoving staring straight ahead. My window rapping or light doesn’t cause him to blink, flinch or move. I look over and the passenger is slumped forward onto the dash.
This begins to creep me out, I call down to the Sheriff station and request a Code-2 (no lights/sirens) unit up to my location to help me check them out (doors are locked). While on the phone I walk back to my truck to get my go-bag, as I’m on the phone with dispatch, she asks me to get a license number for the car just as a PG&E (power company) cherry-picker truck comes rumbling down from up the closed road. I move to go around the truck to get the plate number, and the car is gone.
I talked to the driver of the truck and he said there was a 80 foot tree down across the road, and that he didn’t think it’d be open for a day or so. So the question is… the hell did the car go? Tree up one way, barricades down the other. It’s kept me a bit unsettled when stopping at accidents/hazards since then.”
4. Deja vu.
“This happened to me in third grade, and it scared me so much I started crying and had to go to the office to talk to the principal about it. I was in the hallway for misbehaving, and my neighbor Tad (a year younger than me) came walking out of a class to my right, passed in front of me and headed down some stairs.
We said “hi” to each other. About 20 seconds later, he walked out of the same class, passed in front of me, and headed down the stairs. I just stared at him, confused and afraid, and he looked back like “why the f are you looking at me like that”. I never realized how much it was like Matrix deja vu.”
5. fre*ked out.
“At 12 years of age my mom let me stay in the truck as she went grocery shopping. As I wait I see an old Guy walking towards the truck with an indescribable look at me as if I know too much. he stops 5 feet from the truck looks at me for a coupple seconds and heads back the exact way he came.
It was rather traumatic for some reason and very confusing at that age. 5-6 years later my dad was showing me home videos of us at Yellowstone. at old faithful I noticed the same Guy,same look, same clothes peering at us on camera and at me through the TV. I’m fre*ked out just telling this.”
6. Dream warriors.
“I think the strangest glitch I’ve found was back when I was in high school. I was talking to a friend on the phone, describing a dream I had about an ice skating rink.
Then he starts to describe the rest of the dream to me from the opposite point of view.
We both described the scenery, what the people were doing, etc… It fre*ked me out when it happened.”
7. The little toy monkey.
“My dad had this little toy monkey that he used to call his “favorite child” and tease me and my siblings with it. Not in a bad way, but it was really frustrating to us and we spent hours trying to steal it from him.
Well anyways, one day we finally got it and threw it into the garbage after drawing on it and mangling it for a bit. My dad laughed and searched for it a bit but basically figured we had thrown it out and gave up after a week or so.
Anyways, a few years later (when I was about 17), I’m walking down the street in Toronto (I don’t live in TO, was just visiting friends) and see this little orange object on the side of the road. When I walk over to it, I pick it up and see that it was the EXACT SAME f*ckING MONKEY. It even had the black sharpie lines on it from when we drew all over it. I honestly cannot even come up with the chances of that happening, especially considering our garbage is sent to a local dump and is nowhere near Toronto.”
8. The story of Bob.
“I had a friend in high school, lets call him Bob. Bob was a very nice fellow, and while we weren’t that close, we had similar tastes in music and we’d share CDs (this is in the late 80s, way before file-sharing). Anyway, we eventually graduated, and I moved several hundred miles away to college, and we lost touch. When I left for college, I had one of Bob’s CDs still in my possession (“Beat”, by King Crimson)
Fast forward 10 years… I’d graduated college and was knee deep in in my career, and finally saved up enough money and bought my first house.
In the new house and while unpacking, I see the CD in a box – hadn’t noticed it in many years, and thought… “gee, I really should track down Bob and return this”.
Right then, the doorbell rings…
And he says “hey, you wouldn’t happen to still have my King Crimson CD would you?”
I look down… I’m holding it in my hand.
I hand it to him, and his mouth drops open (mine probably already is). We exchange pleasantries. I probably asked him how he found me, but I no longer remember. He eventually takes off.
I haven’t seen Bob since.”
9. At Best Buy.
“I was walking through Best Buy one day a couple years ago and I walked past a rack of books. Sitting on the rack was the last book in the Dark Tower series from Stephen King. The front cover had the picture of Roland in front of the Tower with the field of roses behind him. I held the damn book in my hand and looked it over. I remembered being puzzled about why it was in a Best Buy, but whatever.
I’d read the first 6 and had been waiting for the last one but my spending money was low that week. I set it down and decided to come back next week after I got paid to buy it.
I went back next week and it wasn’t there. It slipped my mind after that for a bit, but about a month later I went to B&N to get my copy. They told me it hadn’t come out yet, the release date for the book was 6 months later. I preordered it then.
When the book actually came out I went to pick it up. I described the cover out loud to make sure I wasn’t crazy. The clerk handed it to me and there it was exactly as I’d held it in Best Buy.”
“My friend used to put up a recurring away message, back in the day when everybody had AIM. She was a Beatles super-fan and put up a sentiment from John and Yoko: “Acorns for Peace”.
Well, one day I was walking around my college campus thinking about it, but failing to remember the full quote. In my mind, I kept thinking, “Something for peace… something for peace… what the hell is that away message?!”
Right then, some chick on a cell phone walks by me and screams out “ACORNS!!!”
I realize this is not a super fre*ky story, but it made my day at the time. It’s not every day someone screams out “ACORNS” in your vicinity at the exact right time.”
11. Two stories…
“I have two stories that are just weird as f*ck. Both of them are things I just would not believe if someone else told them to me, but I can swear with every fiber of my being that they happened as I write them here.
The first happened a couple years ago. I can’t remember the occasion, but my mother and I had gone to A&W for lunch, and we were both sitting there eating our meals. We happened to be seated pretty close to the washroom doors, so I noticed everyone going in an out. First person to come out is this old man who’s kind of hobbling along. He walked past and I looked at him and went on with my meal. Not 30 seconds later, another man comes out of the bathroom, and at this point I get a little fre*ked out because I realize it’s the exact same person. Same limp, clothing, face, everything.
A couple minutes later, the same thing happens except it’s an old woman this time. She comes out, then 30 seconds later comes right out of the bathroom again. My mom took a look at me and said “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I just kind of stammered a bit then wrote it off as me being crazy.
The next story is more weird, in my opinion, and is the single strangest occurrence of my life. This happened when I was about 9 years old, but I can still remember it… vividly.
We were visiting family in Nevada with my dad, and they lived out in a very dry area in a fairly good sized trailer. A couple days in, I was playing outside with my cousin, pretty much just messing around in the dirt. At some point, I look up. Right next to the house is a… field I guess? Surrounded by wire fence, probably originally for livestock. But anyway, there’s this guy standing there. This is a good 300 or more feet away, so I cannot see him clearly at all.
Queue the weird.
As soon as I look at this guy, I have what I can only describe as an out of body experience. My body pretty much just went into lockdown, and I was no longer seeing through my eyes. And I wasn’t just floating there or anything… I was in that man’s body. Through his eyes I could see two little shapes playing across the field, but I could just FEEL that he saw the shapes as animals.
And then I realized he was holding a f*cking shotgun.
After that I regained my body and blurted out “we have to go indoors,” offering no explanation to my cousin, who thought I was nuts.
I didn’t tell anyone because I just didn’t know how to express it to other people back then. I’ve only since told my brothers but I don’t think they believed me. Still fre*ks me out when I think about it today because it’s the only time I’ve ever lost control of my body. It was almost like a dream but the whole thing felt like it was happening in slow motion.”
“I used to work in music and toured with this band. The guitarist (josh) of the band’s best friend (matt) had died a couple years back. He always talked about the kid and he seemed like a great guy. Josh always had this re-occuring dream where Matt was standing on this abandoned street which, supposedly, was metaphorical for purgatory. Josh had all these conversations with Matt in these dreams and because he had overdosed unexpectedly, he felt like his spirit was not able to move on. At the end of the dreams, Matt would take a bulb from the street light on the street they were standing in the middle of. Josh described these dreams in extreme detail and I could pretty much picture what the street looked like.
Fast forward to about 6 months into touring with these guys. They were huge Bright Eyes fans and wanted to stop in Cassadaga, Florida (Bright Eyes’ singer wrote an album there and it’s a really creepy, spiritual medium place.) It might be worth noting that 6/7 of the people I was with are all atheists. So we drive into Cassadaga around 2 or 3 am and drive around. Suddenly, this big black dog comes in the middle of the road and just stops and looks at us. The guys in this band were weird as f*ck and were saying things like “Follow the dog! It’s trying to show us something!” And in my mind, I’m just thinking they are all f*cking idiots.
We follow this dog for a few blocks, as it was walking pretty slowly. All of the sudden, we turn a street and the dog bolts. We try to speed up but Josh says “Stop the f*cking van. This is it.” We are all confused and he gets out of the van and looks around. “This is it. This is the street in my dreams.” We hang out for about 15 minutes and from the way he described the street, from having houses on the left to a park on the right, it was definitely the street. As we get in the van, a street light goes off and we just drive off. He claims he never had anymore dreams about it, as that was closure on everything.”
13. The Double.
“My dad used to get up Around 3AM every morning for work. Starting at a very early age I would wake up on my own and wander downstairs to see him before he left. One morning when I was about 4 years old, I made it to the bottom of the stairs and noticed that the front door was ajar. I opened it up and saw my father in his favorite workshirt making his way down the driveway to his truck in his typical workoufit (plaid shirt and d%ckies). I swung the door open wide and yelled for him to come back for a hug before he left. He slowly turned around and just STARED at me and started walking back towards the house.
He was looking so strangely at me that it started to scare me and I began crying and asking what was wrong. Just as he had almost reached me a pair of arms encircled me from behind in a bear hug. I turned my head to see my understandably fre*ked out father staring at his doppleganger (in the SAME outfit).
The double took one look at my dad and ran down the driveway, meanwhile my dad yanked me in the house and locked the door. Wierdest morning EVER. Never did quite figure that one out. I would not trust my 4 year old memory of the event if it wasn’t also witnessed by my father. He wont really talk about it these days but my mom has since told me that he called out of work and she spent the day reassuring him he wasn’t a nutcases.”
14. No explanation.
“I was in class one day, sitting in a group of three people including myself. We were talking and my friend dropped his pen on the desk. I saw it stall in mid air for a second then drop on his desk. My friend asked “Did anyone else see that?” All my friends saw it, and it was just the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. To this day I have no explanation for it.”
“My family owns a house on Cape Cod. The previous owner was a white supremacist with an autistic son named Jimmy. Jimmy was known for putting on a trench coat and fedora, climbing trees, and shooting cats and dogs with a BB gun. When my parents moved into the house, they found a bunch of Nazi paraphernalia in a bedroom. They put it in the shed, told the former owner they had a week to get rid of it, and then threw it out.
Of course, at the age of seven, I didn’t know any of this. That’s when I was “visited” five nights in a row by a figure in a trench coat and fedora. He didn’t have any detail; he looked like a silhouette, like he was being powerfully backlit but with no light source. He would stand in the corner of the room, or sit there crouched, or sit on the bed opposite mine (my brother’s bed, but he was at summer camp at the time). One time, he sat in a rocking chair, and when I looked later, he was gone but the chair was still rocking.
After a few nights of this, I told my parents about it. My mom called it a nightmare, but my dad was intrigued. He told me to tell the figure, “Jimmy, I don’t have your stuff.”
So the next night, when the figure appeared again in the corner of the room, I said, “Jimmy, I don’t have your stuff.” And Jimmy walked right over to me, put his face an inch away from mine, and then disappeared. I never saw him again.
Years later, I found out about the history of the house. I’ve often wondered if I had heard it before, and somehow suppressed it and then imagined my encounters with Jimmy. But he was and remains entirely vivid to me.”
Yeah, I’m not gonna be able to sleep now. Thanks reddit!!!!
What do you think? Any of these stories seriously give you the creeps? Are we just living in an illusion world where nothing really matters?
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