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.
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.
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.
From Redditor /u/spicymilkshake:
About six months ago, I got my room redecorated. We had to move everything out of my room so that it could get painted. A few weeks later, I’m about to go shopping, and I’m looking for my purse, which has all of my money in it. It’s a pretty big purse, and I always kept it in the same place, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I was in a rush to leave, so I just grabbed a different purse and left. When I got home that day, I searched high and low for my purse, since it had like, 90% of my money in it.
I could not find my purse ANYWHERE. I searched my entire house, car, attic, everywhere it could possibly have been, and it was nowhere. My parents and sister all helped me look for it, too, and we were literally looking for it for like three weeks. I thought maybe I had accidentally put it in a bag that we had donated to charity, so we called the charity shops to see if it was there, but it wasn’t, or maybe one of the painters had taken it. At this point, I couldn’t even remember if I had brought it home from the last time I had used it.
One day, around a month after I had realised it was missing, I got out of the shower and went into my room to my purse just sitting right in the middle of my pillow on my bed. I went downstairs to see where my parents/sister had found it, but none of them had a clue what I was talking about. No one had seen my purse or found it until I showed [it to] them sitting on my pillow.
Naturally, I started FREAKING OUT because we had searched for so long EVERYWHERE, and it just appeared. There is no way we didn’t see it when we were looking, and it definitely wasn’t on my pillow for a month before we found it. I know my family didn’t find it and try to prank me, because my mum and sister will no longer go in my room, and my dad wasn’t even in the house at the time.
From Redditor /u/pades54:
I burnt about 10 filing cabinets full of papers for my high school friend's dad for less than minimum wage back in 2004. Literally millions of lines of words, maybe even a million pages (or close), just tossing them into a [burning] barrel.
After a few hours, I victoriously tossed in the last folder. A little sprite of flame shoots out, and a singed fortune-cookie-looking piece of paper floats to the ground in front of me. The [only] words were, "What burns does not return."
I still don’t know wtf. The probability [is] just astronomical.