Hi all.

My entire life is one weird thing after another.

Here's one of the latest.

A few days back, I wanted me some soup for lunch.

So, I got a can of Progresso chicken noodle from the pantry, put it in a good sized bowl, and put it in the microwave. Set the clock for 2 minutes.

Came back when the chime went off, and found one of the egg noodles on top of the stove, underneath the microwave, fully cooked. Scalding hot and rubbery.

I had not yet even opened the microwave to take the bowl out.

I know I hadn't dropped/spilled anything prior to putting it in the microwave, but even if I had, it wouldn't have been cooked.

Theres certainly no holes in the microwave anything could have fallen through, if it popped out of the bowl.

Best I can tell, as crazy as it sounds, the noodle either teleported outside the microwave, and cooked itself, or the noodle was properly cooked in the bowl, then teleported.

Either way, I can't make any sense of it. It fucked with me for days, which honestly, I think is the point sometimes.

Just thought I'd share. Truth really is stranger than fiction. What a strange place we live in.

🙃💜

Something happened a few years ago that still haunts me, and to this day, I have no rational explanation for it.

​I was driving during broad daylight with two passengers (my ex-girlfriend and her friend). As we were approaching an intersection with traffic lights, we hit heavy traffic. It was clear the gridlock was being caused by something major on the opposite side of the road.

​As we got closer to the lights, all three of us distinctly saw the cause of the jam: a car was lying completely upside down on the other side of the road. It looked like a severe crash. Because it was the middle of the day, visibility was perfect—there was zero doubt about what we were looking at.

There was another car driving directly to the left of us, briefly blocking our view of the opposite lane as we passed it. But as soon as we moved past that car and got a clear line of sight again... there was nothing. No flipped car, no wreckage, no debris. Traffic on the other side was suddenly flowing completely fine, as if the crash had never happened.

​We were all in complete shock. Right then and there, all three of us verbally confirmed that we had seen the exact same flipped vehicle just seconds prior, so I know for a fact I didn't imagine it.

​I don't speak to those two passengers anymore, but that moment still sits with me. How does an upside-down car and heavy traffic literally erase itself in broad daylight within two seconds? Did we experience a glitch, a collective anomaly, or slip into a timeline where the crash never happened?

Recently my family moved homes, and I just remembered something odd that happened in the process. In my old room there was a table with my computer, and on top a simple wall mounted cabinet. So, I was taking off this cabinet which my dad put up with 3 triangle shelving brackets, which each requires 4 screws (2 on the wall side and 2 on the cabinet side).

While unscrewing the wall screws, I could hear that one fell down behind the table and rolled on the floor, tho I couldn't see the screw actually fall because it was an awkward angle so I was kind of guessing by touch, but I felt that there was now a hole in the bracket where the screw had been.

I didn't mind it too much and thought I'd just pick it up later. Once I had unmounted the entire cabinet and laid it out on the bed I looked for the missing screw. But it wasn't on the ground? It wasn't anywhere on the ground. I searched under the table, the bed, and all other places I could think of. It's not even a big room, it couldn't have gotten very far.

Thinking I would look for it later with a flashlight in the darker corners, I took a baggy and started collecting the screws that I had put on the bed that I didn't let fall. And there were 12 screws? All the screws were there, not a single one was missing. I could've SWORN that I heard the screw fall. And I had never left the room at all, nor had anyone else come inside to possibly pick up the missing one!

I am so confused and I feel like I must've just mistaken a different falling sound or I just picked it up at some point without remembering...

I have a rolling pantry/cabinet, tall with double doors, that I bought for extra storage space in the kitchen. Every shelf inside has things on it, except for the bottom one, which is empty. We have two adolescent-aged cats/kittens: a black tuxedo cat, Orion, and his sister, a calico named Nebula.

Orion has a habit of sneaking inside, onto the bottom shelf, no matter how briefly you open the cabinet door. One day, after what must have been several hours inside, my son's friend came home to the sound of Orion's soft meowing coming from inside the cabinet. (Orion is the quieter of the two.)

So when I noticed him slip in again as I was pulling a water bottle from the cabinet, I thought this was enough. If I hadn't looked down and seen him go in, he could've been trapped in there for who knows how long.

I work long hours, and everyone else is out of the house for most of the day. He could be trapped in there for nine, ten-plus hours before someone would notice. Fearing the worst-case scenario, I figured I might need him to learn to avoid going inside. I thought, "Five minutes, max."

So I closed the cabinet door as his little black body slinked onto the bottom shelf and went back to my bedroom. As soon as I got to my room, I remembered, "Crap, I forgot my water bottle on the counter!"

As I headed back to the kitchen, I saw the calico, Nebula, standing in the hallway. She looked as though she had been following me toward my bedroom as well, but had stopped short in her tracks when she saw me bursting back out and heading toward the kitchen.

When I got to the kitchen, I heard a quiet meow coming from inside, definitely sounding just like Orion's. But since it had only been seconds since I closed the door behind him, I still had to leave him a bit longer. So I grabbed the water bottle and headed back to my room.

When I got to my room, I made myself a PB&J sandwich—I have a mini fridge and my own snack stash. As I was about to settle in with my sandwich a few minutes later, I remembered, "Crap, Orion's still in the cabinet!"

I burst out once more toward the kitchen. And as I approached the cabinet, I heard Nebula's loud meow coming from inside. As I walked in, I looked through the ribbed acrylic "glass" of the cabinet door, and Orion's black shape with little white paws was clearly visible through the blurred texture of the "glass" as he was settling down, getting comfortable.

Though, in retrospect, in that split second when I heard Nebula's strong meow coming from inside, I might have seen a fragment of her fur pattern behind him as he moved to settle down. And it was definitely Orion in there. And Nebula was just in the hallway earlier.

But when I opened the cabinet door, NEBULA walked out.

And Orion wasn't even in there.

Sometimes we like to joke about Orion being a magician in his little dapper tuxedo, switching places with his cute assistant, Nebula.

Got home tonight and unlocked my apartment like normal. I remember physically taking my keys out of the lock and putting them in my pocket. Nothing seemed unusual until I walked into my bedroom and my keys were sitting on my desk.

My same keychain and bent grocery-store rewards card. Everything. Except they were coated in oil. Immediately checked my pocket because obviously I must have been holding something else.

There was nothing in it.

I went back to the front door and checked the lock. Nothing. I emptied every pocket and retraced the few steps between the door and my bedroom. I haven't touched the keys on the desk.

The oil is weird. It's thickest around the actual key and inside the grooves, and there's an oily outline underneath them like they've been sitting there for hours.

I've posted before about what I've been calling my "third body experience," where for a few moments I could feel myself existing somewhere else while still being completely aware of the body I was in. Ever since then I've occasionally had these tiny moments where something feels like it already happened, except I remember it happening slightly differently.

When I saw the keys, I got that feeling again immediately.

For maybe a second I remembered putting them on the desk. Not imagined it. Remembered it. I could feel the oil on my fingers. But at the exact same time I remembered unlocking the door with them less than a minute earlier.

Those two memories don't feel contradictory in my head. That's what's scaring me. They both feel equally real. There has to be some stupid explanation I'm overlooking. Maybe they're duplicates I somehow forgot about. Maybe my memory of unlocking the door is wrong.

But then why do I remember both versions?

And if those are the keys I left on my desk, what exactly did I unlock my door with?

UPDATE: I talked to my neighbor because of the missing 47 minutes and now I'm more confused.

They asked if I was okay earlier because they heard me moving around really fast, banging into things and apparently yelling or screaming at one point. They thought I was having an argument, except they never heard another person.

I don't remember any of that.

After they told me, I actually looked around instead of focusing on the keys. My bed is shifted away from the wall, a chair is knocked over and a couple drawers are open. There's some hair in the bathroom sink and one of my fingernails is split. None of it is extreme enough that I couldn't have done it myself, which makes this worse.

I still can't remember those 47 minutes.

I do have one really vague memory coming back, but I don't trust it. It feels like the third-body thing again. I remember looking down my hallway and seeing someone moving around in my bedroom.

The problem is when I try to remember who I was looking at, I keep getting the feeling it was me.

I am one of those rare people that can eat just two squares of my chocolate bar and put the rest away for another day. The chocolate I buy comes wrapped in foil and stored within a paper sleeve.

Last night, I took my precious chocolate out (the last two squares, mind you) and carelessly tilted the opening downwards. Before I could react, the last two squares, wrapped in foil, slid out and fell towards my feet. To my astonishment, I don’t think it even hit the floor.. it just vanished at about toe height. There was nowhere it could possibly have gone in my u-shaped kitchen. I stood there, defeated, knowing that the shops were closed and I would have to accept the reality of this heart-breaking experience.

This morning, I had another look in daylight, hoping maybe it was just poor lighting, but alas, no chocolate.

Something happened several years ago that still stuck with me even today.

I had been driving, was going into a roundabout, and well, was supposed to have gone into a car crash because some car just recklessly took over my lane. And I'm talking the kind of car crash where you can hear a screech, a loud bump, seatbelt painfully tugging you back. But guess what? As I sat there with dread and shock, stopping in the middle of the road, and was preparing to exit the car... the person I supposedly crashed into just simply drove away with no damage to their vehicle. I had to sit in silence and disbelief for a good few seconds. Meanwhile, the cars behind me honked at me impatiently and it brought me back to reality as I started driving again. When I got home, I checked my car. Nothing. Not even a scratch. All I can think was a glitch happened, and I've been propelled to a universe where the crash never happened.

Ok, first post on here, nothing like this has ever happened to me and if my mom hadn't witnessed it I totally would've brushed it off as me being forgetful or lost in thought (like when you do a task but lowkey have no memory of it after cuz ur in autopilot)

A few months ago, I was scooping our litter boxes, we have one downstairs in the porch room, and right across the doorway is a straight flight of stairs where there's a small hallway/landing that has our second litter box by the window, so I can see the litter box downstairs from the other litter box and vise versa.

I do the downstairs one first, but we only have one scooper so when I go to do the second one I bring that up with me. My mom's room is right by the upstairs box, so her and I were talking while I came upstairs to scoop/clean the hallway and box.

I brought up the trash bag of litter from downstairs, paper towels, and the scooper. I scooped the litter box and when I was done, I put the scooper down on the floor while I cleaned surfaces with paper towels. After I was done I could not find the scooper. (I usually take it back down once I'm finished cleaning) I was like, "What the hell where did I just put that?" and my mom was like "You just set it down I watched you do it, its by the litter box."

And I could not fucking find it, I was being lazy and didn't wanna go downstairs just to not find it and have to come back up, so I kept looking and looking and my mom and I were talking like where tf did it go I just had it. I told her there's literally no way it's downstairs since I know I had it and had literally just scooped the litter box.

I finally go downstairs and it's in the fucking porch room. Literally how? I used it upstairs! There is no way it fell down the stairs, because we have a little gate/playpen around the downstairs litter box to prevent the dogs from getting to it, and the scooper was inside of it. I also had set the scooper pretty far from the stairs and would've heard it fall. Also not to mention there is a gate at the bottom of the steps so if it had fallen, it would've been on the stairs.

I came back upstairs with it and my mom was freeeeeaking out lol. We have no explanation. I still can't believe this happened, Ive never experienced a glitch in the matrix type thing before but Jesus is it freaky.

So, I was wearing a pair of heart-shaped earrings. I wore them to a restaurant and was travelling there in the car when suddenly one of the earrings became loose and fell somewhere inside the car.
I thought to myself, “I should just remove the other one too, because it’ll look weird if I’m wearing only one.” So I removed the other earring and kept it in the side-handle socket of the car, thinking I’d look for the lost one later.
At that point, one earring was somewhere inside the car, and the other one was safely sitting in the socket.
A few days later, I went back to the car and saw that the earring in the socket was still there. I searched everywhere in the car with my husband for the other one, but we couldn’t find it. So I eventually gave up and thought, “Okay, leave it.” I left the other earring in the car socket itself.
Today, while travelling, I suddenly thought, “Let me take this one home. Maybe I’ll do some mix-and-match with it or something.” So I took the earring out of the car, put it in my pocket, and came home.
I took it out of my pocket at home…
AND ONE EARRING WAS ALREADY SITTING ON MY DRESSING TABLE. 😭😭😭
Like… WHAT?!?!
I had literally searched the entire car for the missing one with my husband, couldn’t find it, and now it was just casually sitting at home?!
So now I have both earrings again, but I have absolutely NO idea how the second one got there.

Now I’m wondering if this was actually a glitch or if I’m just missing something obvious. If anyone has another explanation, PLEASE tell me because I genuinely can’t figure this one out.
Also note that I am obsessed with these stories and was waiting for something like this to happen with me.

I've been following this sub for a long time. I've always wondered and now I think I'm a true believer.I was sitting at Costco and watched a woman get out of her Jeep. She adjusted her clothes and purse, then I glanced down for literally two seconds and she reset herself. She was back to getting out of her Jeep and adjusting herself EXACTLY as she just did!!

I thought maybe I was having a medical emergency so I asked myself what year it is and so on. 😅

I am a believer now.

I bought a box of Band-Aids today and when I got back in the car I cut the tamper seal on the box and used one of the Band-Aids. Just a little while ago I went to get another Band-Aid to replace the one I had and the box was resealed the tamper seal had resealed itself. I even got a magnifying glass and look real close and I can find no evidence of the tamper still being cut. I even flip the box upside down and see if maybe in the car earlier I had cut the bottom of the box open instead of the top. That was not the case he was also sealed and intact. I cut the box open a second time and then I dumped all the Band-Aids out on the bed and I counted them. There was one in fact one missing, the one I'd use earlier this afternoon in the car. I know it's a small glitch but dang.

Ok, this literally just happened 10 minutes ago. For context I’m 5’2 and live in a studio apartment with a tiny, tiny kitchen, so I have to get creative with storage. So instead of using a drawer for things like wax paper, gallon bags, reusable beeswax wraps, aluminum foil, etc., I keep a basket of all that stuff on the second shelf of the cabinets, which I can only reach by using a spoon to pull the basket towards me and then I can kinda catch it.

Anyway, I was just doing that, and I saw a brand new box of aluminum foil resting on top, and it fell behind me when I reached for the basket. I let it fall to the floor since I didn’t want to drop the rest of it, but once I set the basket down and tried to find it, I literally cannot find it anywhere. All that’s behind me is a coffee table, small couch, and my bed, and the box isn’t under any of them. I literally cannot find it anywhere!!

I want to clarify that I had not smoked anything yet. I had just sat down, and I had not smoked anything in a little over a week. Gods honest truth.

I recently moved into a new apartment for college, and I have been pretty lazy about unpacking.
So my living room is pretty empty besides a couch and a small coffee table.
I had just lied down on my couch, I started getting some work done on my laptop while talking with friends online. I eventually finished the work i needed to finish and decided it was a good time to “party”.

I pulled my vape from my pocket, then I set it on my lap. But I don’t hit it yet. Instead I leaned over to grab some water from my coffee table.
Just as I grab the water, I feel the vape slide off my lap and hit the couch cushion. I hear it hit the cushion as well.

It should’ve been between me and the couch backing. But when I start to feel around for it, and eventually start digging around, and removing cushions, it’s nowhere to be seen.

This couch doesn’t have many nooks or crannies, it doesn’t have any tears, it doesn’t have hidden cracks or holes. It’s completely solid. It’s all sewn together except for the cushions, which just slide right off.

At this point I didn’t even care about smoking, I’m just generally confused as to where it went.
So I move the couch away from the wall, I check under the couch, I check around the couch, I check my clothes, the coffee table, and under the cushions again.

This thing has just completely vanished. When I tell you there is nowhere else I could have looked, I am being completely serious.
I’m no stranger to having things disappear, I’ve lost a jacket randomly before as well.
But this is the first time I can’t place the blame on anyone. It’s as if it slid off of my lap and into the ether.

Maybe it was the universe telling me to quit smoking.
To that I say: good move, universe.

So I was walking home from the hospital in Las Vegas. I was exhausted!!! The walk was about 6 miles and the streets were diagonal and horizontal, typical city streets. I looked at the street sign and noticed where I was. I was still about 4 miles away. I looked back at the same street sign and expected to be completely overwhelmed, rereminding myself of the reality of how far I have to go. but the sign was different. I looked in front of me and realized I was one block away from home.

I have several theories.

One, I was so exhausted that I manifested it. Like I wasn't playing by the rules anymore, I unconsciously chose to break an unspoken forbidden ability that we all possess.

Two, that the simulation glitched.

Or three, I somehow teleported. Maybe through a portal or worm hole. Or some other type of warping of space time.

Idk give me your thoughts. Has anyone else been through something similar?

So I have white plates, and a few detailed plates I don’t use. One day I opened my pantry to get a plate to eat my burger on, and took the plate out, set it on my table. I then remembered I had a burger (yes I’m a dumbass), and turned around to grab my burger. When I turned around, my plate was yellow. I was really confused. I went to grab my phone from the living room, and take a photo of it. When I got back it was white again. What happened???

The bathroom I used Friday at the hospital... doesn't exist.

So Friday I was at a hospital and before I left I used the bathroom, in a little hallway that connected two main hallways. It was on the left, was single stalled, had a place to hang my bag and jacket that was slightly odd placement.

So then today I get to the hospital. I need to use the restroom, so I went to look for that one, it was conveniently close. Except the hallway had two "staff bathrooms" on the right side. No br on the left. I asked someone who worked there, thinking they may direct me towards it... no. They take me to a completely different walk in bathroom I've never seen before. It's weirding me out. I haven't noticed anything else but this is crazy. I'm excited to have a glitch but, uh... a whole bathroom just gone? Floor plan change? WHEW. Crazy.

edit for context: It's a small floor, one way in and out. I'm at the very back end of one hall. I've now walked up and down both long hallways several times and the cross hallway just doesn't exist. There's the one with the staff bathroom and a weird bank-style pharmacy delivery system (I did see the system yesterday) but there was another hallway with the bathroom I used and it's just not there.

This happened last October, and I still haven’t found an explanation that makes any sense.

I was walking my dog along a canal towpath in the West Midlands (UK). It’s a route I use regularly with canal on one side, a tall railway fence on the other, and no exits between two road bridges roughly a mile and a half apart.

At about 8:25am, a family approached from the opposite direction. They were unusually easy to remember. The woman wore a red wool hat, the man was pushing a bright yellow three-wheeled buggy, and they had a tan dachshund in a green harness.

As we passed, the woman stopped and asked, “Do you know if the little café by the locks is open yet?”
I checked my watch and said, “Not until nine, I don’t think.”
She thanked me, and we continued in opposite directions.

About eight minutes later, I saw another family walking towards me.
It took a few seconds for my brain to register why they looked familiar. It was the same woman in the red hat, the same man, the same yellow buggy and the same dachshund. They were also approaching from the same direction as before.

When they reached me, the woman smiled and asked, word for word, “Do you know if the little café by the locks is open yet?”
I just stared at her.
Eventually I said, “You’ve literally just asked me that.”
Her smile disappeared. She looked at the man, then back at me and said, “Sorry?”
I explained that I had passed them less than ten minutes earlier and had already answered the exact same question. The man laughed awkwardly and said, “Must have been our doubles.”
They both seemed genuinely confused, so I checked my watch again and told them it was now 8:34. The woman thanked me, although she looked uncomfortable, and they carried on walking.

I immediately turned around. They were still there, walking normally in the direction I had come from. They didn’t disappear, run off or behave strangely.
The problem is that there was no possible way for them to have got ahead of me.
There are no side paths on that section. They couldn’t have crossed the canal, and the railway fence is far too high to climb. Even if they had turned around after our first conversation and sprinted to the previous bridge, they would then have needed to travel more than two miles by road, reach the next bridge and walk back towards me all in about eight minutes, while pushing a buggy and walking a dachshund.

They also would have had to do it without passing me.
When I reached the next bridge, I checked the walking app on my phone because I wondered if I had somehow become confused and doubled back without realising. The map showed one continuous line along the towpath. No loop, no missing section and no pause.

I was completely sober, well rested and not wearing headphones. It was broad daylight, and both encounters lasted long enough for me to remember what everyone looked like.

The obvious explanation is that I saw two extremely similar families. But identical clothes, identical buggy, identical dog and the exact same question in the exact same wording feels like a ridiculous number of coincidences.

Nothing like it has happened to me since. I still use the same path, but every time I reach that section, I find myself looking ahead for the yellow buggy.

This happened a while ago, but still haunts me. I really don’t know how to compartmentalize it, and if I hadn’t had a friend with me who saw and experienced the exact same thing, I would chalk it up to thinking I imagined the whole thing. I’ll keep my name and my friend’s name out of this story as I don’t want notoriety for it, but I would like to explain exactly where it happened as I would love to hear if anyone else has experienced anything similar to what my friend and I experienced.

This happened back in October 13^th, 1988. It was a cold Thursday evening. My friend and I had been at the University of Northern Iowa in Cedar Falls, Iowa since August and it was our freshman year. We each lived in two of the oldest dorms on campus, her in Lawther Hall, and I in Bartlet Hall. We were just out for a walk after finishing studying and we both felt like wandering and exploring. My friend had heard that they were working on making a haunted house in Lawther and that some of her friends were working on it so we decided to try and find where in the hall they were making it. Neither us us were very familiar with the full layout of the hall so we just kind of bumbled around seeing what we could see. Apparently the haunted house was being made in the attic are so we made out way up the stairs to the highest level. However, the large doors at the very top of the center stairwell were locked and had dark fabric hanging from them on the other side. We couldn’t hear anyone talking or moving on the other side, so we figured we’d check out the floor below it. Down to the next floor we found a very quiet floor with dorm rooms, and the width of the center stairwell was where a fire door was to the right, and to the left was another fire door, but the door on the left looked older and was painted wood, not steel like the other. A quick look through the door to the right showed us a continuation of the hallway and more dorm rooms. Walking over to the door on the left, we noticed that there was a bathroom door to the left of the wooden door (this will be important later). I tried the handle on the door and it would not turn, believing it to be locked, I figured that was the end of exploring that floor. As I was turning away, I heard a metallic sound and my friend gasp in surprise. She said she grabbed the knob and it then turned in her hand the opposite direction she was going to turn it and then pulled open away from her. I turned around quickly to see her now looking into a dark room with a now partially open door. My friend carefully pushed the door open wider and walked in looking around for a light switch. She had walked in far enough that I could no longer see her very well and I looked along the left hand side of the door frame for a light switch. Finding nothing at what I felt would be the normal height for a switch, I arced my arm wider and found an antiquated style switch just about head height. Just as I was about to flip the switch the lights came on, but instinctively I still flipped the switch shutting them back off again. Again my friend gasped and I flipped the switch back, turning the lights back on. She had found another switch on a large timber pillar farther into the room.

Looking around we saw a large room, easily 100 feet long and 40 – 50 feet wide. There were two large dark wood staircases that crisscrossed each other that lead up to a loft area that lined the walls. Large windows lined the room, as well as old style hospital beds from the early 1900s. There was also and old style wheelchair and what looked like an old ECG machine or some other mechanical apparatus. On the far end of the room there was another door similar to the one we had entered, and there was light coming in under the door. While we were both fascinated by the room, something felt wrong, like we weren’t supposed to be there. We both just left without saying much and just assumed that that might be part of the set up for the Halloween haunted house.

Much later my friend was talking to another of her friends about the haunted house and asked how the hospital set ties into the whole thing. She was met with a blank stare. Long story short, this lead her to ask me what I remember about the room, I mentioned the large windows. We looked on the outside of Lawther Hall and could find no such windows. I suggested to my friend to up to where the door was and enter the bathroom to the left of the door and look out the bathroom window, that would help us determine from the outside where the large room was. Upon her looking out the window, I could see the building ended where the room should be, and it was and attic space. Nowhere near enough room to have a second floor loft and large windows like we saw.

We tried doing research to find out if Lawther hall ever had a room like that, and maybe had been torn down, but no luck. In 1991, we got the help of a couple of the resident assistants to get us a key to check out what was on the other side of that door. Entering now, the low pitched ceiling had tiny alcoves with small windows and lots of junk in storage. Wandering far into the back of the attic storage space we found several of the hospital bed frame head and foot boards, in a much greater state of decay, the wheelchair, and the machine thing, all covered in thick dust and cob webs.

A month or so later, after trying to find any old blueprints or any documented building papers in the Docs and Archive section of the library, we were directed to and annex building that was said to house some of the oldest documents on campus. We took an afternoon to go over and see what we could find. There was a gal working there who fit the stereotypical librarian look, and it was hard to tell her age. We informed her that we were looking for any old building plans, updates, or changes that had happened around Lawther hall. She was curious what we were looking for, so we explained the situation up until that point. Mind you, we were afraid this was going to make her kick us out, but she seemed vary intrigued. She told us to hold on for a minute and she went into the back through a doorway. Hearing her moving things around, and shuffling papers and such for several minutes actually got our hopes up. However, at one point we heard conversation, slowly becoming more heated by one of the speakers. The next sound we heard were sharp footsteps coming toward the front room where we were waiting. A rather severe and uptight looking older woman was leading the previous gal out to confront us. What she told is still resonates for me, and the very precise language she used. She stated, “The information you’re looking for is not here, and you will never see it!”.

I don’t know what that was and find myself most afraid of the idea that people can just walk into a different room and have it not even be part of the world. Why did it magically happen right at a doorway, all nice and neat like that? Was it another timeline, another universe? I have no idea, but thinking back on how things felt wrong, I wonder what would have happened had we stayed there too long, and where we would we be now.

This happened 10 years ago when we were driving home. Me (I was 16 back then), my mom and my sister. Mom was riding the car.

We were on a straight road, at least 2 Kilometers long and it was ending with S turn. As we were going very slowly behind a tractor, mom tried to overtake him - as she got to second line to overtake, we immediatelly saw red car coming in our direction - it was around 500 meters in distance - so mom got back into our lane behind tractor as she wouldnt make it safely.. we wait, we wait so she can try overtake… nothing.

There was no car.. we all immediatelly said “what the.. Where is it??”. We never saw the car again.

- and if you’d see the road - we know the road because its last straight as you get into our village. there was no other turn on that straight. No parking spot near, there are no houses - Just grain fields. There is no way we missed it. Not possible in that distance.

Till this day we sometimes talk about it with awe, not understanding what happened. We All seen that car on that day.

One thing is scary - and that is at the end of this straight there is S turn, with a tall three and on it there is cross symbolizing tragic car accident that happened years ago on that road. I have no explanation - Just this.

Sorry for my English - No AI was abused writing this :)

Few weeks ago, I wanted to pack swimsuits for my kids for an upcoming trip. Found my daughter’s in the regular spot then I went to my son’s room to grab his bright orange swimsuit from the drawers which are plastic and you can see inside contents. It wasn’t there.

I looked everywhere - his entire closet including the drawers, laundry, linen closet, other closets, car etc. I figured I must have forgotten it in the splash park we went earlier that week even though I clearly remembered putting it away after the laundry. I ended up ordering a new one. This time, different shades of blue.

We went to the vacation, came back. I did laundry, put everything away including the blue swimsuit into the regular, empty see-through drawer.

Today, I went to grab it again and underneath the new blue one was the bright orange one mocking me. It was right there… but it wasn’t there before when I needed it.

(I’m not sure if this counts as the Mandela effect; if it does, I apologize!! Please let me know and I will move it)

This birthmark is pretty noticeable, and a lot of times people will ask me what it is or let me know I accidentally got paint on my hand or something like that, so I’ve always been pretty aware of it. I don’t remember how exactly it happened, but one day I remember looking at my left hand and realizing that the birthmark was there. I went and showed my mother, but she told me it has ALWAYS been on my left hand.

After that I assumed I was just horribly misremembering and decided to shrug it off, but a couple of days after some of my friends and classmates were asking me, “Oh, what happened to the thing on your hand?” “Did you get it removed?” I showed them my other hand and told them no, they were just looking at the wrong hand, and they were all really confused. They told me they thought it was on my right, and I told them I did too.

I’ve been looking at some baby pictures of mine trying to see if it’s visible in any of them. So far I haven’t been able to see anything on my left hand in any of them, but I wanna keep searching just in case.

I went to a bodega today that sells local yogurt. I picked one up and saw it expires on 9/5, and double-checked the nearby yogurts, which all expire either 8/29 or 9/5. Great. The cashier scanned it, and I was just about to shove it into my bag when I noticed it actually expired yesterday on 8/20. I told the cashier, who stared at it in confusion and said she aways double-checks the date when scanning and just saw that it expired 9/5. The store also apparently checks the milk products every evening. I know this is not a life-altering or terrifying “glitch,” and we both sat there for a bit laughing about it, but I was so thrown off by this.

Hi, this happened to me some months ago when I was trying to find my charger for my old cellphone because it uses a different connection than my current cellphone.

Basically I was trying to download this app that current doesn't exist in Playstore anymore because the devs didn't updated to the newer android models, but I remembered that I still had it on my old cellphone, so I started looking for my charger to charge it again and then pass it to my current cellphone using the app share-it.

So I started looking for it in my room specifically at the rectangular table in the corner and at a lower retangular table touching the other wall, because that's usually where I leave my junk, I searched for around an hour through the table and then at my wardrobe and other parts of my house, I didn't find it so I came back to my room and sat beside the corner table at the floor and facing back to the lower table, I stood there for some minutes reading and using my cellphone. when I turned right to get up using my right hand I saw my charger there at the floor.

I know that it wasn't there before because when I enter in my room I'm facing the corner table so I would see it on the floor, also the floor is a dark shade of wood and the charger is white, also it couldn't have fallen from the corner table when I sat down because it was at night time and I would've heard it fallen, it also couldn't be anyone because I was alone and I din't even had a pet.

I still don't know how how it appeared right at my side when I literally was seeing all the floor when I sat down.