Sometimes, people encounter moments that make them stop and question their own reality. These moments can be classic tropes, like seeing the ghost of a deceased relative or hearing ominous sounds in an old house.
Other times, these glitches in the matrix are more ominous - living through a moment you already dreamed about days ago or constantly running into the same person everywhere you go. People who have experienced these mind-bending moments took to Reddit to explain what happened - and why these moments stuck with them for so long.
A Couple Saw The Same Woman Everywhere They Went
From Redditor /u/ghetto_bird1:
Years ago, my then-wife and I would run into the same woman everywhere we went. And I mean everywhere we went. This went on for about a year. Go to the grocery store? She would be there shopping. Starbucks? Yep, sitting right behind us. Walking around the mall? She would pass us walking in the other direction. Movie theater? She'd be behind us in line getting popcorn.
The creepiest encounter was while driving on the freeway. My wife looked at the car next to us and screamed. Yep, it was her. She was always alone, never talked to us, and always made eye contact. She had a very unique appearance. She was very tall, very thin, and had very tight skin on her face. It was so unusual that we joked that we were being studied by an alien. It was some serious "glitch in the Matrix" stuff.Does this make you question reality?
He Saw His Brother In Two Different Places At Once
From Redditor /u/LampFreshener:
When I was 10, I was sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. When sitting at the kitchen table, you can see both stairs that go upstairs (to where our bedrooms are) and to the downstairs (where the living room is). So I’m sitting there, and then I see my brother come down from our bedroom. He gives me this look that he always gives me that basically means “hey.” Then he goes downstairs to the living room out of sight.
Like 10 seconds after that, I finish my cereal and then go upstairs. But when I walk into my room, there’s my brother sitting on the computer playing RuneScape. I’m like, wtf? I asked him, "Weren’t you just downstairs?" And he’s like, "No, I’ve been sitting here this whole time." It freaked me the f*ck out. Whenever I tell him this story nowadays, he gets scared and tells me to shut up.Does this make you question reality?
As A Child, He Heard The Remnants Of Bar Patrons In His Living Room
From a Redditor:
When I was 12 or so and still living at my parents’ house, I woke up in the middle of the night to pee. I got to the bathroom and heard what sounded like a party going on downstairs. Laughter, music, the sound of glasses being knocked together for a toast... the whole shebang. I thought it was weird that my parents had friends over so late and hadn’t told me, but I decided to go and see who was there.
Opened the door to the kitchen, and the entire downstairs was completely dark and silent, not even a TV on. I was thoroughly confused, but the strangeness of the situation didn’t really register, so I never told anyone. Years and years later, I mentioned this to my dad, and he said he had heard “them”, too. Turns out there used to be a small public bar in their home, which is over 150 years old. I guess some of the patrons decided to hang out for eternity.Does this make you question reality?
He Saw His Deceased Grandma
From Redditor /u/alleekitkat:
It was years ago, when I was about 17. I had gotten home from school and wasn’t feeling well, so I spent the rest of the day just laying on the couch. By about 8 pm, I was feeling even worse and decided I should just try to sleep whatever it is off, so I go to my room and get in bed and pass out pretty quickly.
I don’t know how long I was asleep, but I suddenly woke up in my pitch-black bedroom, and all I could think was, “I’m going to [perish] right now.” My body was so weak, the room was spinning, and my body felt like it was on fire. I look over to the edge of my bed, and sitting on the edge is my grandmother, who [passed] just a few months before. She pats my arm and says, “It’s going to be okay. Just call for your dad. Try it. Call for your dad.” So I start calling for him, and it felt like an eternity, but he finally burst through my door and asked what was wrong. I look over, and my grandmother is gone.
After that, he gets me up and takes me to the ER, where I have a fever of 106°F, which explains a lot. I had to get a ton of fluids and a shot in my hip, but I eventually felt okay-ish.
Her being there felt so real. It was so weird. I know logically she wasn’t, but it felt so real. That sort of messed with me a little. I loved her dearly, and her [passing] was very sudden. We kept her ashes in a nice urn in the house under a painting she had done herself. When I got home and passed by, I said thanks to her. I know it was the fever melting my brain and maybe some sleep paralysis, but... it still made me question the “afterlife” and those sorts of things.Does this make you question reality?