Everyone experiences a ‘glitch in the matrix’ at some point. Life goes wonky. Reality becomes a little skewed. Odd things happen that you can’t otherwise explain. Instead of trying to make sense of them, sometimes you just have to accept that weird stuff happens. The best thing you can do is share it. Get it off your chest. Just watch out for Agent Smith.
45. Double Shrimp
Me and my friend were at a Chinese Restaurant, and we ordered a General Tso chicken Dinner and a shrimp lo mein dish. When we sat down we took out both boxes and set them on the table about two feet apart. My friend opens the first box and we see a shrimp lo mein dish. It has all the things in there…noodles. Shrimp. Fried rice. He closes the box and opens the other box. Inside that box is another shrimp lo mein dish. Shrimp. Noodles. Fried Rice.
“Oh,” I think, “they must have mixed the order.” I was just about to say this when my friend says out loud: “Looks like they made a mistake and gave us two…” Then he opens up the first box again. Inside of it is a General Tso chicken dinner order. General Tso chicken, white rice, and an egg roll. He froze and looked at me… I looked back at him… and we sat in silence.
It took us five or so minutes to collect ourselves.
44. Someone Is Cloning This Woman
I was catching a SkyTrain in one particular city about 15 minutes from where I get off. While I wait there is a woman with glazed eyes asking people for money. She came up to me, stopped briefly, and asked, “Excuse me, could you spare some money? My brother is in the hospital and I’d like some money to buy him some flowers.”
That’s rich I thought. Users are getting more and more obvious with their lines. “Here’s $5.” Gave it to her without even looking her in the face, convinced of her intentions.
Anyways, my train pulls up and I get on. I look through the glass at her walking around asking others for money as the train pulls away.
The train arrives at the station 15 minutes later, and I walk down and out to the bus stop. There is only one bus the direction I’m going, and just my luck! It is there waiting when I get off the train. So I hop on the bus and wait for the bus driver to finish reading his paper before the doors close and we embark down the highway.
After about 5-10 minutes traveling, the driver pulls over for a routine stop. The doors open, and to my complete astonishment, the woman from the SkyTrain walks into the bus. A dozen roses in hand. She looks me right in the eyes as she walks past to take her seat.
How in the world did she get there? I took the train before her. I watched her at the train stop from inside as we pulled away. I went over a river. I caught the first and only bus going in this particular direction. And not only did she beat me there, but she also had time to go to a store and buy a dozen roses.
To this day I have no idea how this happened.
43. Off The Radar
This happened to my dad. He was driving down a long lonely highway in Ohio, doing about 90 in his z28 with a radar detector. Rolling hills and whatnot meant that cops could hide at the bottom before you could see them and slow down. So, all of a sudden, his radar detector starts blaring so he slams on the brakes. Right over the hill, there’s a squad car running radar. He’s super relieved, but when he looks at the detector, it’s not even on the windshield. It was unplugged and in the glove compartment.
42. The Tad Clone
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 heck are you looking at me like that?” I never realized how much it was like Matrix deja vu.
41. Old Guy Guardian
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 couple 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 freaked out just telling this.
40. O Brother, Where Art Thou?
At a friend’s place back in 2008.
When we were all teenagers, we had a cool shed at a friend’s that we’d hang out in every weekend. It had 4 sets of bunk beds, tables, a fireplace, a TV, a fridge, the whole lot!
One night we were all hanging out in there when I decided I needed a pee. I walked out the front door of the shed and started to walk to the right when I stopped.
Now let me explain the layout here. As you walk out of the shed, his house is to the left and to the right is where we all parked our cars – further out you’re left with empty fields and trees.
It was dark by now, the lights from the house illuminating the space between the house and our cars, but trailing off just past them. As I took a step to the right (intending to go behind the cars to relieve myself), I saw my friend’s older brother standing there.
I watched him for a good 5-10 seconds as he stood there, facing into the darkness. He then proceeded to walk behind a couple of trees and a car before he disappeared.
Confused, I walked back into the shed and asked my friend what his brother was doing by the cars. The conversation went as follows:
Me: “Hey man, what’s your brother doing by the cars?”
Him: “What do you mean?”
Me: “He just walked off behind the cars.”
Brother: “I’m right here.”
I looked over and there his brother was, sitting down on one of the chairs with a drink. He was wearing the exact same clothes as I saw him in and the only way to get into the shed was through the door that I was standing in the way of.
To this day, I’ve no idea how it all happened. I’m guessing I was just seeing things, but the fact that I watched him walk around for a good 10 seconds has always puzzled me. I’ve never had anything else like that happen.
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 for us and we spent hours trying to steal it from him.
Well anyway, 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 STUPID 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.
38. What About Bob?
I had a friend in high school. He 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 these friends CDs still in my possession (“Beat”, by King Crimson).
Fast forward 10 years… I’d graduated from college and was knee-deep in my career, had 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 my old friend and return this”.
Right then, the doorbell rings…
It’s that friend.
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 him since.
37. This Book Hasn’t Been Released Yet
I was walking through Best Buy one day a couple of 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 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.
36. Doom On A Country Road
I was a satellite installer and I was driving between two small towns in North Carolina, Statesville and Taylorsville. It’s about a 20-minute drive of a perfectly straight 2 lane road with pretty much nothing but trees on either side.
It’s the middle of the day and I’m driving along listening to Howard Stern on Sirius when all of a sudden I go from wide awake to falling asleep. Meaning, one second I’m normal, and a second later my head is drooping down and eyes closing and what snaps me out of it is my car bounces like I just hit a speed bump, but I’m still in the middle of the road. Howard Stern is still in the same sentence but my GPS signal says it is lost, and then I hear “Recalculating” and when it comes back I realize I am about 12 miles further down the road than I was, and I had missed my turn by 5 miles.
My immediate thought, even though I consider myself a level-headed atheist, was that I fell asleep, hit a tree and passed away, and was now in some weird afterlife. It was such a strong feeling that I drove to the nearest gas station, got out, and headed inside with sweaty palms, feeling that the cashier inside was not going to be able to see me. To my relief she did, and I bought a Red Bull.
I still think I was hypnotized by the road and drove on some weird autopilot for a while, but losing GPS signal, and not missing any of Howard Stern is explainable to me, I even used the Sirius ability to rewind and there was none of the show that I missed.
35. Please Leave Your Alternate Reality At The Beep
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. 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. 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 freaky, I can’t explain it.
I may have connected to an alternate universe through a telephone answering machine.
34. Cheating The Reaper
I was a sophomore in high school at my girlfriend’s house watching a movie. It was around 10 pm when the flick ended.
I proceed to skateboard home (I only lived like 2 blocks away and it was a pretty quiet suburban neighborhood.)
I’m skating down the hill towards a larger street (larger but never really busy, especially not at night) when I reach the intersection I nail a rock.
I fly off the board, skid a good 3 or 4 feet on my head, right shoulder, hip and knee. I rolled to my back and screamed out in agony. The pain was so bad I couldn’t really move.
I look up the road and about 30 yards off is a car coming down the way… and where I landed… I was right in its path. Two-lane street. I was right in the middle of his lane. My head was aligned with the wheel.
I tried like heck to move. I screamed. I yelled. I couldn’t do ANYTHING!
The car was about 15 yards off. He doesn’t see me. Makes no attempt to swerve. 10 yards. I hear him barreling down. I close my eyes. Brace.
Nothing. Open eyes. Look where the car had been. Nothing. Hear the car behind me.
Look where it was supposed to be in the other direction. Taillights cruising up the road. I hadn’t moved. He didn’t swerve. It was like he passed through me… or I passed through him. There isn’t really any way he could have passed over me, not with the way I had landed and was positioned in the street. It was a little car.
I can’t explain it. I got up, terrified, bloody and baffled. Hobbled home and went to sleep.
No one believed me. But it’s freaking true.
33. The Locker Whisperer
Middle school, the entire 8th grade class had to do this thing called a “cultural fair” where we research our lineage/cultural roots, and present it after school at night for all families to see.
My buddy and I are cruising the empty halls out of boredom before the whole thing starts and for some stupid reason, I bet him 10 bucks I can open any locker, and he gets to choose which one. He takes my bet and picks a random locker. He jiggles the handle and spins the dial on this a few times to make sure it’s locked. I remember it was locker #424. So I look at him, go “Psssshhh! Watch this…” I spin it, 6 right, 24 left, 34 right. I remember thinking, these numbers sound right in my head.
The latch lifts up and it swings open.
32. Objects In Mirror May Disappear
I was driving home from my girlfriend’s one night. Going home the back way. Where I live is very flat, so the road I was on was dead straight with no bumps small hills or any places the road got higher or lower or anything like that.
So I’m just driving straight, got my high beams on because there’s no one around, and I can see everything in front of me. There are no houses on either side, no driveways, just fields. Nothing behind me either.
Out of nowhere, a car appears about twenty feet in front of me, driving the opposite direction on the other side of the road. I was going pretty fast so I pass them quickly, and when I look in my rearview, there’s nothing there. Freaked me out so bad I had to pull over and gather my thoughts before I could keep going. Still freaks me out to remember it.
31. Ghost Of The Evil Past
My family owns a house on Cape Cod. The previous owner was a wackjob with a son with special needs. The son was known for putting on a trench coat and fedora, climbing trees, and shooting cats and dogs with a BB weapon. When my parents moved into the house, they found a bunch of Nazi memorabilia 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, “I don’t have your stuff.”
So the next night, when the figure appeared again in the corner of the room, I said, “I don’t have your stuff.” And the figure 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 the child. But he was and remains entirely vivid to me.