To ask your "glitch in the matrix" moment?

[bloomingheck1]

Hello,

I had a glitch in the matrix last night whilst dying my hair, I took the nozzle off the bottle and put it on the sink and then I mixed the dye etc and when I went to get the nozzle it was gone, I moved everything off the sink, looked on the floor but it was gone so I managed without and then once the hair dye was on I found the nozzle on the sink on top of something I'd moved and I swear it wasn't there before! Not a major event but it was a bit weird.

Do you have any glitch in the matrix stories? (Basically unexplained events)

I lost my engagement ring at the gym, I remembered taking it off and putting it in the zip part of my bag, with my Vaseline and a £2 coin. After the gym, no ring. Checked with reception before going home and no hand ins etc.

It wasn’t expensive as my husband proposed when we were young and skint but I loved it.

A year later, I found the ring on top of my sons wardrobe. My son is 2 so he didn’t put it there. Weird thing was the wardrobe was dusty but no dust on the ring, like it had just been put theee

@DameDoom I wonder if we lived on the same street. The exact same thing happened to me. I had actually forgotten it until you said. The only time in my life I have genuinely felt woo. Me my mum and sister all saw it.

One that I can't explain. Years ago I worked in Argos. There was a tiny cupboard that you could walk into where we used to keep the tickets for the displays. I was in there one day, had about 100 tickets in my hand, and was reaching for some more. Suddenly felt as if someone had 'pulled' the tickets out of my hand and I dropped them. Only I didn't hear them hit the floor. Looked down, and they hadn't hit the floor. They were nowhere.

I've just remembered. I lost a necklace once. Well, the pendant. I was at a campsite and was brushing teeth etc. in the toilet area. I took my necklace off while leaning over the sink and the pendant dropped. I was absolutely convinced it had fallen down the sink as I heard the metallic chink as it fell; I searched the whole floor in that area, picked up every item I owned, shook out my toiletry bag, everything. My uncle even took the u-bend apart to look. Nothing.

My aunt had made up the bed in the trailer while I was out, with proper sheet and duvet and pillows. The next morning, I was taking everything off the bed to pack up and there was my pendant, in the middle of the mattress underneath the sheet that had been so carefully tucked in by my aunt.

It must seem like it was just caught in my pyjamas or something, but you had to be there - I cannot explain how it got underneath a tucked-in sheet that definitely hadn't come untucked in the night!

[quote TeddySteady]@Joni234 That’s a really creepy story! Did the funeral attendees have modern clothing?[/quote]
They all had normal, modern looking clothes, just looked like an ordinary funeral.

I recall sitting with DH at a junction in the car and glancing at an auto repair place. For some reason my mind went to ‘that will be useful to get this accident damage fixed’, except we hadn’t got any, at least not at that point. Seconds later a lad hit the car at 40mph and knocked us into the driveway of the repair place. I knew it was coming.

The really weird one was when my aunt died. She was quite young when she died and we were close. That evening I sat sobbing to DH in bed and my last words were ‘I’ll miss her cheery voice when she calls me’. 3am the phone rang. I shot up because at the time my dad was also terminally Ill. It woke the kids and DH. Answered the phone and got a ring tone when I picked it up. I panicked and dialled 1471 but that was a number from the night before. No missed calls. Nothing. But that phone rang until I answered it and woke up four people.
DH looked at me and said ‘I’ll really miss her phone calls were your last words’. It was very odd.

@tedimgoingmad Any idea what the programme was called? My cousin went psychotic with encephalitis & nearly died (symptoms as you say hallucinations, thought she could fly & lots of other disturbing things). The same treatment eventually saved her & several years later she's back to normal thank goodness!

*@AutumnAlmanack
Yes I went there years ago and long to go back. I'm disabled due to failed surgery but hoping that will be reversed this year so I can return there. I fantasise about a Gluwein in the Obwaldeshutte or Barga

I was born in Baku, and I don't know how old the poster is but I am in my 30's and the purple taxis weren't a thing when i was 11

When I was about 15, I walked to the top of my road to get the bus into town. When I was at the top, I saw a white car pull onto our driveway. No one else was home so I went back to see who it was, but there was no car there. It wasn’t next door or on any of the other driveways either side either. There was only 3 houses from my house to the top of the road so it wasn’t because I couldn’t see that far away or anything. I think about it all the time, so weird.

Also not sure if this is matrix-y. I gave birth in June and every single day between then and about a month ago, I would randomly remember an old dream. As in a different dream from my past every day. Sometimes it would happen multiple times a day. You know that sudden moment when your dream ‘breaks’ and you remember it out of nowhere. Very odd but it’s stopped now.

@Woobeedoo

This is a long one but I have no explanation for it.

This happened about 10yrs ago. I was driving from my house to a shopping centre and was driving along a motorway. I was doing 70mph in the left and had to change to the middle as the road split. Checked mirrors, motorway totally clear (which was odd in itself) but I still indicated and moved to the middle lane. Cancel indicator and there’s a red coupe type car alongside me in the right hand lane - and I mean matching my speed - it appeared from nowhere and was now moving to it’s left into my lane.

I slowed a little but the car is now really trying to move into my car. I should have braked or sounded my horn but as the road was still totally clear of traffic (just me and the ‘coupe’), I stupidly decided to swerve. Discovered you can’t actually swerve in an old car at 70mph, so I went in to a fish tail skid. The coupe slowed the accelerated and drove off.

I’m frantically trying to control the skid, but it’s impossible. One car passed to my left and I recall seeing the elderly female passenger staring at me open mouthed. The motorway on my side is still devoid of all other traffic.

I eventually lost control of my car, shot across the left lane, hitting the crash barrier nose on at around 60mph.

I’m sitting in the driver seat in stunned silence. I have no injuries and my car has the smallest of dents. It dawns on me I should phone someone to report what’s happened as my car now won’t start.

I look in my wing mirror and the motorway is still totally empty. I reach to the passenger footwell to get my phone and I am aware of a rumbling sound getting louder and louder. I sit up, glance again in my wing mirror and there is a wall of traffic thundering along without a break. We’re talking HGV’s, cement mixers, vans, cars and motorbikes. My car shuddered when the traffic went past with an audible ‘whumph’.

This accident happened on the M1, on a Friday at 11am. There were no other incidents that would have explained the lack of traffic. On a typical day that road is non-stop busy. From the moment I got on the M11 to the few minutes after my accident, it was as if a pause button had been pressed preventing all other traffic on it. So bizarre and I cannot explain it at all.

That's why it's important to check your blind spot, which is where the red car obviously was. Luck was definitely on your side that day!!

After my ex left with the OW and I had finally managed to get full time care for my Dad with dementia, I went into a terrible depression.
It was mid January and was sitting on the bed in my nightie and feeling particularly down when a fresh green leaf fell into my lap. I believe it was sent to give me hope.

A year or so later I was watching TV and an actor on a comedy sketch show appeared on the screen. A voice in my head told me I would meet and marry a man that looked very much like this actor. I was almost 40 by this stage and had never been married and had no plans to be so.
A few months later I attended an autojumble with some friends and a friend of theirs was there and they briefly introduced me to him. He looked very like the actor. I remember thinking this at the time.
A few days later one of my friends called and said he had rung asking for my number as he wanted to take me out for a drink/date. He called, we dated and have been married almost twenty years now.

In 1997 my then partner and I were househunting for our first jouse in sunny Leytonstone. We had see anout 4 houses when we looked at the last one, a mid 19th century terrace. It had been a shared house and one of the students who lived there and was moving let us in.

It was ok- messy but good sized rooms. The first reception room- fine. Corridor- fine. Did upstairs. Fine. Came back down to the second reception room.

It was really dreary compared to the previous rooms with only 2 armchairs in but it still had the fireplace and had a louvre door leading to the side to what looked like a brick courtyard swamped with ivy. I really wanted a bit of garden so I said to my then dp "Oh I hope the garden isn't as dark as the courtyard but I like the bricks. Those doors will need replacing too." He looked at me a bit weird. I pointed out that they were wooden and a bit rotten. He asked me what I was on about, it was just double glazing and what courtyard? I asked him what colour the walls were and he said magnolia. I was seeing dark green. So I sort of blundered right out the house panicking. When he persuaded me back in it was indeed just a magnolia dining room with a cheap table and dining chairs and no louvre doors or courtyard.

We didn't buy it.

Not a glitch but still spooky.

When I met my DH I had five dogs. One of them became his particular favourite and the feeling was mutual.
For a few years, DH traded in a certain type of vehicle. He would leave the house and go and do deals and be gone for various lengths of time.
The dog always knew when he had decided to return for home. It might be a mile away of two hundred miles away. It might even have involved an overnight stay but the dog always jumped off the sofa and went to sit in the window and within half a minute the phone would ring, DH would say he's on his way back and he will be ten minutes/an hour, three hours - whatever.
Some times the dog would do the thing but no call. The call would come but DH had left the destination without ringing to beat fog or traffic or something and so was calling from the services nearer to home but the dog had always signalled at the correct time.

My friends will recognised me from this one.

My best friend who lives abroad was two weeks away from giving birth when I woke up one morning and remembered a dream in which she was in labour.

I called her mobile number and her mother picked it up and told me that indeed, she was giving birth. When I said I’d dreamed about it she called me a witch!

I have had loads happen to me.

In the town we lived in previously was my husband's double, same height, same build, same hair, face etc.

I used to see the double and would wave and call out but I would be ignored. Then I would try to walk upto them or call my husband and say why are you ignoring me? He would say I am in the pub or wherever but not where I was seeing his double.

I also used to see a double of my MIL even though she lived up North and we lived down South.

When we moved here to our new home, I needed some spare keys cut for the house. I put the keys in my boot in a box and went to town to get them cut. When I got there I couldn't find them in the box. They had completely disappeared. I pulled up the mat in the boot, looked under the spare tyre, around the boot without mat, nothing.

Another time I took DS with me to get some other keys cut. Had them cut and we were walking back to the car. Got to car park and realised I didn't have keys. Must have dropped them. Sent DS back to shop and he asked shop owner, he said no keys dropped there, he had given them back to me. Looked all along the route we had taken, no keys.

Never ever found the first set or second set again.

During Lockdown I was using two debit cards in the house for online shopping etc. I always had these two cards within easy reach. On the windowsill. On my table next to my mouse.

I lost one card from the table. I couldn't find it anywhere. Went through handbag/purse/coats/cardigans. Cleared table, checked books, everything. Couldn't find it. Requested replacement.

Shortly after the one on my window sill disappeared. This time searched whole house, turned it upside down, looking under bed, sofas etc. Everything, DH and DS helped me. I hadn't gone out with this card at all. It had to be in house.

Ordered a replacement and that arrived.

Two weeks later, DH moved sofa to hoover behind it.

Right against the back wall, side by side were both my debit cards! I never sat on the sofa with either card and would never have dropped them and not picked them up. To this day we cannot work out how both got under there, despite us constantly looking under the sofa.

Lately, I came home put my postbox key on the chair instead of in it's basket as we normally do. I don't know why I did this. It took two seconds to drop it in it's basket.

So I went to get the key from the chair a day later to put it back.

It wasn't on the chair. I thought I must have put it back in the basket. Nope.

This time I have turned the house upside down, taken everything out, cleaned out cupboards, washing baskets etc and I cannot find the damn key anywhere. It is going to cost me £100 to get the lock and key replaced. I refuse to pay as I know the key is somewhere. I have done the calling to the Saint to help me find it. It didn't work with cards and hasn't helped with keys or this key. I was talking to my postman asking if he knew the model of the postbox to try and get a replacement key cut. He told me previous owner also lost his key and had to call out locksmith who cut him a new key based on the postbox and that is why there is only one. He was there when locksmith was there.

I sometimes give my son cards to hold for me like our town card for discounts and a Tesco giftcard.

I asked him for the towncard back, he said he didn't have it. I told him to check his pockets, coat, etc nope he doesn't have it.

I ordered a new one and paid for it. Three months later he finds the town card in the pocket of his shorts we had previously searched.

Same with giftcard he swore he had given it back to me. Went through all his clothes/pockets/schoolbag. Nothing.

One day washing his school coat, after checking pockets, it was dry, he put it on. Giftcard in pocket and it had been washed!!!

I just want my postbox key back!!!

All the other keys have never ever been found.

Oh I forgot latest one. I was reading a book written by someone during lockdown. It references lockdown etc. It's not the greatest but I wanted to know who had committed the murder.

I put book by my bedside. The other day I thought I will finish this book. Looked not there.

I checked office in case there, nope nothing there.

I checked under sofa and all downstairs, not there. Husband says must be under bed, not there.

The book has gone!!!

I need someone to tell me who murdered the man she was having an affair with in lockdown!!

In 2009 I was driving along the M5 near Bristol when really clearly in my head was repeated the phrase “bag of bones, bag of bones, bag of bones.” It was so weird as it was said in a very specific rhythm and I actually posted on Facebook about it.

A few weeks later they found poor Melanie Hall’s remains in bin bags next to the motorway at that spot. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw that exact phrase on all the headlines... “bag of bones”.

How the hell do these things happen?!

@Nena1

Oh I forgot latest one. I was reading a book written by someone during lockdown. It references lockdown etc. It's not the greatest but I wanted to know who had committed the murder.

I put book by my bedside. The other day I thought I will finish this book. Looked not there.

I checked office in case there, nope nothing there.

I checked under sofa and all downstairs, not there. Husband says must be under bed, not there.

The book has gone!!!

I need someone to tell me who murdered the man she was having an affair with in lockdown!!

If it's the one I read, it was her son, I think.

@TellMeMrSiegal woah!

I have a completely repeatable glitch that happens several times a day.

We have a mirror which refuses to reflect me!

It’s a full length mirror mounted on the wall of our large square hallway opposite the kitchen door, so I pass it several times per day. If reflects everyone else, just not me.

We have come to the conclusion that maybe the mirror is slightly concave, and I am a few inches shorter than other family members, so must be a trick of how the light reflects/refracts.

If I stand in the kitchen doorway you can see the doorway and the room behind me, but not me. I don’t appear in the mirror at all until I have walked diagonally across the hall, and then you can see me just disappear from the edge of the mirror.

It is all completely repeatable, so we have experimented with it. We have tried having my husband or son stand exactly in my place (they are visible standing in the spot where I wasn’t), having one of them stand directly behind me (they are fully visible, I am not).

It’s a long running source of amusement now, primarily because the mirror was inherited from DH’s grandmother, who disapproved of me. So we joke that maybe she is passive-aggressive ignoring me from beyond the grave (but seriously, if must just be a combination of my height with a flaw in the mirrors surface).

Clearly you are a vampire hiding in plain sight!

My grandad emails me every 6 months or so… he died 7 years ago 🙄 I know his account must of been hacked and it’s just spam but it still freaks me out when I open my emails and see if have a message from ‘grandad’s name’ lol

@DedalusBloom

Clearly you are a vampire hiding in plain sight!

well it’s just that one mirror. All other mirrors seem content to acknowledge my existence.

[quote PurpleCarpets]**@PriamFarrl

Nope.
Just a big old load of nope right there.

But why single out that post? I think your analysis could have wider application in this thread![/quote]

@PriamFarrl
@PurpleCarpets

• because I agree that that "dead spiders in screwed on jars but no one else home" story really is horror-novel freaky. Whereas a lot of the others are less "I'm sure I read this in Stephen King" type stories...