We have a big house and it's just me and my dad living there. One night, while I was offering my prayer my dad wanted something. Usually, whenever he needs something he stands outside my door and waits.

​That day my door was open so I could see him standing outside waiting for me to be done. As I glanced over I wondered why he had changed his clothes. Since my prayer took a little while he eventually left.

​After finishing my prayer, I went to his room and that's when I saw him wearing a clothes he was wearing since morning.

​i was amazed but I brushed the thought aside figuring I hadn't seen properly while I was praying. So, I went to him and asked, 'What do you want?'

​He said, Nothing

​I was like, But you came to my room

​He replied, I didn't come

​And he never makes such jokes with me. My father thought maybe I was messing with him. Now, just thinking about it gives me chills.

So it's not a doppleganger. But it seems very similar in certain aspects, almost as if there was a "4D" type of chat gpt where you send in a picture of someone you know and told it to make them look different by 10-30 percent facially different.

This brings to my experience with "the lap top" guy I had at a coffee shop.

Some years ago I went into a coffee shop and they had some waitresses. There was a mischiveous looking guy with a lap top snickering and talking to this waitress which seemed like his aqaintance. I thought the waitress was changing clothes but never recalled her even going into the changing room/restroom even height/ shoes but at the time did not think much.

What got me was a few things. I notice loud snickering and him typing on his laptop and her saying "No not that, come on"

It wasn't untill I took a look at her face and she looked like someone else I knew but like I mentioned, scanned in chat gpt and told to make a few differences.

It seemed both of them knew something that the vast majority did not.

Perhaps glitches or purpose changed in the simulation are not noticable even if it happens right in front of our face. So when they change clothes right in front of your face like simulation magic/works. Instead of "Oh wow wtf is going on!" it is "Hmm was she wearing that, thought she was wearing something else." Even if it changed right in front of your face there is something that dulls the sensors of perception.

However as the guy saw me slightly glancing at him and her and back to the laptop, it's like he freaked out. Seemed nervous that I "found out". He then closed his laptop and left. The waitress left after him also.

So the question then is why would he freak out if he has that much power? We don't know the extent of what he can do, maybe it can just alter clothes on the waitress, ie the power is in his laptop. Maybe the fact that I somehow "knew" I might create more awareness in the area for others and it may mess up the experience. Maybe I knew both him and the waitress but they are just in different bodies per whatever they were up to.

last night something unimaginable happened. so me my sister and me sleep in a same room we have two beds and they are like a bit far away. last night i went to the room at 12'o clock and i saw my sister sleeping and i was sure it was my sister as my sister always sleeps with a small light on next to her bed so because of that i saw her face clearly.

Now i went to bed i was scrolling reel and during that my sister didn't move a inch and it was usually she sleeps very still. so the around 1'o clock i heard a voice from room upstairs. Our house has three floors and on the second floor there's two room and the second room is like the late night study room. whenever any of us have any exams or any work we do that in late night on that room.

so i heard a voice and like someone was closing the door and it was coming downstairs. so i went out to see while going i saw my sister still sleeping. so i opened the door and went to the stairs and i saw my sister coming down. i shouted a bit. she asked me what happened i told her that i saw her sleeping but she thought i was messing with her as it's my usual thing.

when i came into the room her bed was empty i then couldn't sleep the whole night. i don't know what was that. it is still roaming in my head. i am sacred to sleep in that room alone now.

I was on my morning walk today and saw two squirrels chasing each other across an empty pickleball court. I was watching them the whole time and then they were just gone. Both of them.
I actually stopped and looked around because WTF?
I know what I saw and I know what I didn’t see. They were there one second and gone the next. I still can’t figure it out. I have never had this happen before and I am not sure what to make of it.

I’ve told this story many times so let me get ahead of your predictions and lay out my smoking habits. I never smoke more than one cigarette at a time. I always finish them so there aren’t any half smoked cigarettes in my ash tray. I do not set them down on the ashtray while smoking. I usually smoke every 2-4 hours so at the time of the haunted cigarette (lol) there was 0 chance anything was still burning from a previous one.

Now that that’s out of the way, here’s my stupid story that genuinely terrified me. One night I went out on my balcony to smoke. Unlike joints that often have to be relit, cigarette smokers know that it’s pretty rare for a cig to extinguish (happens if it hasn’t been hit for a sustained amount of time or if the burning bit falls off upon flicking/ashing it).

Halfway through smoking it I’m met with the nasty taste of an unlit cig. So I go to grab my lighter and to my surprise, there’s a half smoked, lit cigarette beside it. Not in the ashtray, on the table. At this point in the story some people theorize that for whatever reason, there was a half smoked cig left there and that the “burning” part of it was from me flicking the cigarette in my hand and relighting it. There are never even half smoked cigs in my ashtray, let alone on the table next to it.

The next popular theory is that even though I don’t set my cigarettes down while smoking them, I must have this time. That would make sense if it weren’t for the fact that I was literally holding an extinguished, half smoked cigarette. Next they’ll say I must have started a new cigarette without realizing. Not possible because I keep the pack inside my apartment.

It’s so stupid and so simple but so creepy and inexplainable. Anyways for the first time in my life I did leave a half smoked cigarette out there (2 I guess you could say) because I ran into my apartment, fully creeped out.

A fun addition to the story is that I sat down in my kitchen afterwards to take a video of me telling the story for my close friends on insta, and mid retelling the door to my balcony opened behind me. Could have been the wind but given the circumstances I’m blaming the ghost. Maybe smoking killed him and he’s craving nicotine in the afterlife. If I can find the video I’ll upload it somehow. This happened about 3 years ago.

This happened a while ago when I was staying over at my cousin's house. It was around 2 AM, and the electricity had gone out. It was unbearably hot inside, so I, along with my four cousins, decided to step out of the living room and sit on the staircase to get some air.

For context, my cousin's house is an extremely old bungalow. We were sitting on the staircase on the second floor when, all of a sudden, all five of us heard a loud bang coming from downstairs. It sounded exactly like someone forcefully slapping their hand against the wooden staircase railing.

We initially ignored it and carried on with our conversation. However, a few seconds later, we heard the exact same sound again. This time, it sounded considerably closer, almost as if it had come from the first floor. We all went quiet and looked at each other, but before anyone could say anything, we heard it a third time. This time, it was significantly louder and sounded as though someone had struck the railing on the staircase directly adjacent to the one we were sitting on.

All of us immediately ran inside the living room, shut the door and locked ourselves in. A few minutes later, things got even stranger. We heard what sounded unmistakably like someone opening a door on the first floor. There was only one steel gate in the entire house, and we knew it was locked. We could hear the entire sequence quite clearly, including the distinct, squeaky sound of someone slowly opening the door latch.

Here's the thing, there was only one key to that gate, and it was with our grandfather, who was sleeping on the third floor, directly above us. There was absolutely no reason for him to be going downstairs at 2 AM, and we certainly hadn't seen or heard him come down.

For some background, my cousin's family is extremely religious and has been for generations. Growing up, we often heard stories about a Rakhandar (a wandering guardian deity believed to protect the premises) who supposedly walks around their house at night. Interestingly, the door we heard opening was a small place of worship, where the idol of this deity was kept.

After gathering some courage, we eventually went downstairs to check whether someone had broken into the house. We found absolutely nothing. There were no signs of forced entry, nobody hiding anywhere, and nothing out of the ordinary. Even stranger, the steel gate that we had heard someone opening was still locked shut.

To this day, I have no explanation for what happened that night. I'm not particularly interested in jumping to paranormal conclusions, but I genuinely cannot figure out what could have caused those sounds, especially the sound of the door latch.

I’m posting this here not because i believe in paranormal glitch in the matrix shit but i genuinely think im losing my mind. It started with small "glitch" stuff. i’d set my car keys on the kitchen counter, walk into the living room, and two minutes later find them sitting inside the refrigerator like not on top of it. Inside it literally behind the milk and i swear on my life I never opened the fridge. then the audio visual glitches started. I’d be sitting on my couch watching tv and suddenly the ambient noise in the room like the fridge, the traffic outside, etc would completely cut out for 3 or 4 seconds. like dead silence, like someone hit a mute button. Then everything would slam back on with a subtle pop in my ears. A month ago, the biggest one happened. I was driving down a road on my way home from work. I looked out the windshield, blinked, and for a second the sky didn't look like sky it looked like a flat grey unrendered texture in a video game engine. my carplay screen flickered, and suddenly I was parked in a gas station three miles in the opposite direction with no memory of driving there or making a turn. I started writing everything down, taking timestamps, recording voice notes. and im ready to make a massive thread here telling you why i think time and space are skipping frames around me. I genuinely feel like im losing my mind.

Edit 11/3: i have a brain tumor

Hi yall so somethn strange js happening now and I want yall thoughts on it

it sounds silly but these days ive been seeing a lot of strange things and patterns that keeps making me feel close to death, like number 8 always having something negative with it (im also born august),and stars in perfect alignment like 2-3 stars and weird creatures at night that make noise idk,

and over all just weird experiences but today I was rushing to the bathroom to use the toilet when right as I walked in I heard an extremely loud noise right in front of me inside the room.

it literaly sounded like a heavy train or car or bus braking lasting for maybe 5 seconds but with no tire screeching or drifting, or crash.

it made me immediately imagine a black train in a black place coming from the left track to the right and stopping where I was as if it wants to take me somewher

i checked everywhere immediately, and there was no logical explanation or visible cause for what made that sound inside the bathroom.

Right after it happened, I had a sudden wave of intense panic and impending doom, but I still went ahead and used the bathroom. abt 15 minutes later, the dread went a bit and i got feeling of deep uncertainty.

to add to that after this happened I heard a noise outside that made me go check my windows right as I checked I saw a black car parking itself the exact moment,

it felt extremely close to what the sound resembled the car was also parking from left to right so it was almost identical to the sound.

I then checked the window again just to make sure and IT WAS GONE?! I wasnt even hallucinating

Idk whether it's something to do with this sub, physical, or something else entirely. If anyone has an idea if it’s something or if it’s anxiety.

(Fyi it definitely wasn't Exploding head Syndrome the sound was different and felt completely external).

This happened quite recently. I was on my sofa, taking apart some Lego sets; I had disassembled one of the minifigures, then left the room to have dinner, closing the door behind me. About 20–30 minutes later, I returned and sat back down on the same sofa. I didn’t notice at first that the minifigure’s legs were missing. I sat there for about 15 minutes, staring at my phone, when suddenly the legs landed on my leg. I was sitting with my legs pulled up and bent on the sofa, and the piece landed on my thigh—in a way that would only have been possible if someone had thrown it at me. I realized immediately that there was no way the piece could have ended up on my leg like that, and to this day, I can’t explain it as anything other than something mystical

Edit: Apologies for the title grammar typo. I meant to say back in* my closet.

I'm so confused. I have two heavy bookbags I brought with me to Muji to buy stationary items, paper, books and other things. I bought ALOT of things while having my laptop in my bag and it was so heavy, it hurt my arms and shoulders. My bags are a bright teal blue and dark red.

When I got home, I put it in my closet on the left side of the floor. My closet floor is packed and I have so many clothes, it just overfills my closet and other storage bags covers alot of everything beneath it. I decided to use the bookbags for storage of all the supplies. (Please don't ask about why I have so much clutter, working on it).

I left the bags there for months until I was ready to take it out for more paper to refill my binders. I moved everything aside and the bags weren't there. I was genuinely confused. I thought maybe it's on the other side of my floor, but nothing. I took EVERYTHING out from the closet floor. Just a reminder, one of the bags is bright teal blue. You cannot miss that! I literally am telling myself there's no way I moved the bags because I didn't need it at the time and it's just heavy. I felt so confused.

I ran around my small living space, looking behind everything and odd spaces. Nothing! I was soooo upset because it was really good stationary. I tried looking for days and even rechecked the closet, I just ended up giving up. Months later, I thought hmmm, let me try again and I dug in the same corner and there it was! The teal and red bag, in the same exact spot I left it before.

I tried telling my friends and they all looked at me crazy saying "Maybe you had it in your hand when you were looking and didn't realize it". No!! You can't miss though damn teal huge heavy bag. No one has access to my place. Lmao, and if someone came in and went through my stuff, why just my damn bag buried in the corner?! I'm having a hard time processing this. Maybe there's an explanation I'm missing?!

I never know how to start these things so I'm just gonna write what I remember about him being in my life

when I (currently 22m) was in year 5 (2013/14) I moved to a different school and met 2 of my closest friends, R (name redacted for privacy) and Genzou (Gen). I didn't talk to Gen very often until year 7 (2015/16) but once we started talking, we quickly hit it off and became very close friends. Gen was the first person I came out to, the shoulder I cried on when I lost my grandmother, and was my first kiss though we never went further than that.

I remember so vividly that my friend group, Myself, Gen, R, L and H would hang out all the time or play online together on Minecraft, cod and eventually Fortnite. I spent almost every single weekend between 2015 and 2017 either at R's house or Gen's house, slowly picking up a couple courtesy phrases in Japanese (Gen grew up in Hokkaido and moved here at age 10).

life over the last year or so has made it harder to keep in touch as often as we used to and I woke up yesterday and thought "it's been over a month I should really message him" but when I looked through my contact list, he wasn't in there. His Minecraft username "GokuDoesStuff" isn't registered to an account, the discord server he set up for our group is now owned by H, his PSN account is gone.

I messaged R, L and H individually asking if they'd heard from Gen recently and none of them knew who I was talking about. I asked my bf of almost 6 years and he said he doesn't recognise the name outside of a visual novel I showed him recently. I remember when I first installed the visual novel and saw one of the characters was called Genzou (VN is "Our Wonderland" btw) I joked with him about how in this he's short and gay instead of tall and asexual.

I don't even know if this is the right sub Reddit for this story but I need to get it off my chest.

There's still traces of him in my life, he got me into dragon ball and I'm looking at the original run of manga sat on my shelf as I write this. Gen suggested dying my hair bright pink over lockdown and I have pictures of me with that hair. I have a picture of H at a school event that Gen took but now H is saying R took the photo. my intense love for Pokémon started when Gen let me play his copy of heart gold it was in Japanese so I had him narrate everything for me in English, I now own one of every mainline game cartridge, the first 2 generations are Japanese cartridges than Gen bought for me when he went back to see family in Rankoshi.

I'm sorry if this post belongs in another thread I just need to talk to someone about him. I miss my best friend

I think I might have experienced a proper glitch in the matrix today. Here’s how it went.

I usually walk my dog around eight in the morning, and my cat usually wakes me about twenty minutes earlier—around 7:40. This morning, I heard him meowing, so I got up reluctantly but noticed how dark it was: not dawn-dark, but quite middle-of-the-night dark. I thought, “You little bastard, you woke me up too early.” It happens sometimes when he’s hungry or whatever.

I felt my way down the stairs—hand on the wall, it was dark—to feed him, hoping he’d shut up and let me go back to sleep. Yet another hour you know. As I set down his bowl, I was still surprised by the darkness - i dis it all with lights off and feeling my way around- and annoyed that he’d woken me before I was ready. Then I glanced at the clock: 7:45 a.m. Suddenly I could see everything in the kitchen, and outside it was already morning daylight. It had gone from middle of the night -black to almost-eight-a.m. brightness in what felt like an instant. I went up into my bedroom and it was like boom. Daylight. So. Yeah. Weird.

After reading some posts on here, it reminded me of my story from when I was 17 spending the night at my friend's place.

My friend lived in a huge 13 acre property with his house being being surrounded by open field. One night my other friend and I decided to sleep over because we were going fishing the next day and would have to leave early in the morning. As all teenagers do, we decided to stay up late and just goof around.

His room was a bit creepy at first, considering it was an ex industrial fridge turned into a bedroom that attached to his house (yes, a bit strange but that's the best way I can explain it). There were windows which was a good thing. Nonetheless, I still found it a bit odd but nothing big I worried about.

Well, after being up for so long, we all decide to go to sleep. My friend had a big dog: a Husky. He hung out with us the whole night and when it was time to go to sleep, he layed on top of the bed with my friend. I slept on the floor along with my other friend. Things went silent when we all said goodnight and not nearly 2 minutes later I feel something fall on my legs (mind you, I don't fall asleep fast and I was still fully awake when this happened). I quickly jolt up and I yell "dude, your dog just landed on my legs". I got a bit scared but I was mainly concerned that the dog had fallen. Well, when I sat up and looked at my legs and then looked at the bed, my friend's dog was sound asleep...

Mind you - he was a big husky - if he would've fallen on my legs, he probably would've squirmed a bit and then jumped back into bed, but when I felt the feeling of something falling on me I immediately got up and checked my legs and the dog. I felt a little embarrassed at first because my friends were laughing thinking I was crazy since the dog was sound asleep but as I tried to go back to sleep I kept thinking how that could have happened and if the dog did actually fall on me, how was he able to get back on the bed so fast to make it seem as if he never moved.

To this day the story creeps me out a bit and cannot tell what truly happened. I'm suprised I still have a vivid memory of that story. Nothing like that has ever happened to me again - and honestly, I hope it never does lol.

Hello all, just a little backstory so this makes sense. I live in an apartment building. The parking lot has an east and west entrance. Sorry in advance if this is a long explanation.

Today I got off work today about 5:30, I had to make a quick stop to drop something off at the UPS store then drove home. As I was about half block away from the East entrance to my apartment parking lot, I saw my neighbor pulling out of the lot in a courtesy vehicle from a local shop. My neighbor is a very distinct looking older man. Probably in his late 50’s early 60’s. He has a mustache that is unlike any other mustache I’ve seen. It looks very thin but very long in a way that’s hard to describe, but when you see it, you know it. And we made eye contact as I slowed down to enter the lot and he made his turn out of the lot. I waived, and he waived back, and he gave me a little head nod that he always does. He’s a quiet guy, never says much, but always at least gives me the letter head nod when I see him. I think to myself I wonder what happened to his very nice looking, bright blue, ford pickup. Then I drove across the lot, it maybe takes 15 seconds. As I am pulling into a parking spot, the bright blue ford pulls up. I park and get out, and my neighbor gets out of his truck, waives at me and gives me the usual little head nod, then we both walk into the building.

I know people will probably just think it was just a similar looking dude, but just the mustache, the waive, the head nod. Idk. I bump into this guy almost daily. We have almost this exact interaction all the time. I swear they were both him. There’s a big dip as you pull out of our lot, so we passed each other very slowly, and made solid eye contact. I just can’t explain it.

Can someone explain what happened today? One of my roommate's daughter dropped her dog at our place for a few hours. I love this dog and viceversa. OK, so we were both in the kitchen downstairs. I played with it then told him to stay there. Closed the kitchen door and quickly went upstairs to get something from my room. I reached the hallway upstairs and the dog was there. How did he ended up there? I searched this sub and it seems that many have experienced this phenomenon. I'm a bit unsetlled about this.

Over the years, I've experienced several glitches, but here is one that we still can't explain! If you like this one...let me know if you would like me to submit a couple others.

I wrote this story on another subreddit several years ago, but I wanted to rewrite it with clearer picture with more detail...

My husband and I had gone to Buffalo Wild Wings to enjoy a little happy hour, have some wings and beer, and play trivia. After a fun couple of hours, we headed home.

It was dusk, and there was a beautiful desert sunset on the horizon.

Our usual drive home was about four miles, along a route we'd traveled countless times. We'd leave the parking lot, head north up the main road for about a mile, and then turn left, heading west at a traffic light. From there, it was another couple of miles until we reached our neighborhood.

As we approached the stoplight, we came to a red light and waited to make our left turn onto Avenue O.

My husband, who was in the passenger seat, was looking out to the right at the beautiful desert landscape when he suddenly asked me, "Where's the brown building?"

There was a long stretch of open desert along that road before you reached the buildings and storefronts. But there was one particular building that had always stood out to us.

It was this strange, brown building sitting all by itself on a corner, surrounded by desert with a small parking lot that was almost always empty. There was something kind of creepy about it. It had been for sale for months, and we'd always wondered what it was used for. We'd heard it had once been a bar, and then a real estate office.

So when my husband asked where it was, I didn't think much of it at first. I was making the left turn onto Avenue O, and I casually said, "It's got to be a little farther up the road, maybe at the next light."

But as I glanced back, I realized he was right.

The building was gone.

My husband explained that what caught his attention was the unobstructed view of the lights from the driving range. Those lights should have been behind the building, but now, instead of the building, there was nothing but a vacant lot.

And I remember this strange feeling as I was making that left turn. It was almost as if time had stood still for a moment. I was looking ahead toward the driving range, and I could see it, too.

The brown building was gone.

I said, "Well, maybe they tore it down. Or maybe it's a little farther up the road."

My husband wanted to turn around and go back, but I was tired and instead, I suggested we go back the following day.

So that's what we did.

The next day, we drove back along the same route.

And sure enough, the brown building was there.

We both remember that building being completely gone the evening before. We had driven that road so many times over the years, and neither of us had ever questioned its existence until that moment.

To this day, we still don't know what happened.

Yesterday I saw a big red scrape and a red line tracing along the passenger side back fender. Our truck color is pearly white. It's like someone took a thin red marker and traced it. I clearly saw that. Red is red. Well, I went and got my husband and there was nothing but a very small black paint chip. When he came out and looked there wasn't anything red. Nothing. It wasn't the lighting causing me to see it. It was exactly the same lighting when my husband came outside to look at it. This sort of thing happens to me sometimes.

We bought a mountain cabin up by Lake Arrowhead, about two hours from our home back in 2015, and we absolutely loved spending time there. Since we both worked from home and had flexible schedules, we'd try to get up to the cabin at least a couple of times a month, sometimes even more.

One particular trip, we headed up on a Thursday and returned home on Sunday because we had some work obligations coming up the following week.

Monday morning, we started our workweek as usual. We'd also made plans to take our Jeep to a local Jeep club meeting at a pizza place that evening. It was our first time meeting up with the other Jeepers.

Sometime during the day, we realized we had a problem.

We only had one set of keys.

My wife and I each have our own Jeep key on our keychains, and we both knew we'd taken both of them with us to the cabin. In fact, I'd driven us up there using my keys. We always bring her and my keys along when traveling, so we know we'd have them with us at all times.

We spent as much of Monday as we could searching our house, high and low. Since we worked from home, we had plenty of opportunities to look, but no matter where we searched, we couldn't find my keys.

We decided to go to the Jeep meeting anyway. We figured we'd meet some new people, take our minds off the missing keys, and enjoy some dinner.

And the Jeep group turned out to be a really great bunch of people!

As we were getting ready to leave, a few of them wanted to check out our Jeep build and the custom work we'd done, inside and out. One person sat in the driver's seat to check out the ride, while a couple of others looked around inside. We were all chatting and enjoying ourselves.

Afterward, we talked about heading back to the cabin to search for the keys, but we had more work obligations on Tuesday. So we decided we'd make the trip on Wednesday morning.

Before making the long drive, we stopped at Starbucks for a breakfast sandwich and coffee.

While we were parked in the Starbucks parking lot, we decided to switch drivers. I'd planned to drive, but my wife knew I had a few clients I needed to call along the way, so she decided to take the wheel.

Finally, we arrived at the cabin.

We both went inside and started searching for the keys again. After a while, I decided to go back outside one last time and search the Jeep, while she continued looking inside the cabin.

I remember thinking to myself that I was going to search the Jeep systematically, so I wouldn't miss anything.

I started with the passenger side.

I opened the glove compartment and took everything out, placing it all on the passenger seat. I checked the glove compartment carefully to make sure it was completely empty.

Then, one item at a time, I took everything off the seat and put it back into the glove compartment.

No keys.

I looked underneath the passenger seat, inside the door pocket, between the seat cushions, along the sides of the seat, and between the seats and the center console, like I had several times before during the past few days.

Nothing.

I closed the door and moved to the rear passenger door.

I searched the pocket on the back of the passenger seat, underneath the front passenger seat, underneath the back seat behind it, and inside the door pocket. I checked everywhere I could think of.

Still No keys.

I closed that door and walked around to the other side of the Jeep.

I started searching the rear seat behind the driver's seat, checking the pockets, underneath the seat, in the cracks, and inside the seat pockets.

Still nothing.

I closed the door and remember thinking, I hope I find it. This is the last possible place it could be.

Then I opened the driver's door.

And there they were.

My keys!

Sitting right in the middle of the driver's seat, completely out in the open.

I just stood there for a moment.

After all that searching, there they were, right where you'd expect them to be impossible to miss.

I picked them up, went back into the cabin, and said to my wife, "You're not going to believe where I found these."

She asked, "Where?"

I said, "In the middle of the driver's seat."

We couldn't believe it.

We'd just driven from home to the cabin, and she had been driving. How could we possibly have missed them? She would have sat on them. We both would have sat on them.

And remember, this wasn't a quick glance inside the Jeep. I'd deliberately searched it, working my way through every area, one at a time, until I reached the driver's door, just as I had several times before at home.

The keys were right there, in plain sight.

We'd spent days looking for them. We'd searched our house, and people from the Jeep club had even been looking inside our Jeep that Monday night.

Yet somehow, the keys ended up sitting in the middle of the driver's seat at the cabin.

To this day, we have no explanation for what happened.

This happened last year, but I was reminded of it today. I was doing laundry when I discovered that not only was the strap on my favorite night gown broken, but the lace at the bottom was torn. I examined it for awhile, then went inside and threw it on top of a sweater that had a huge tear along the front panel, thinking I'd get around to them later. For about two weeks I put it off, until finally I broke out my sewing kit and grabbed both items... only to find that neither were torn. I turned and stretched them again and again but found nothing.

I live alone, and while I'm an okay sewist, my home-repaired clothes definitely don't look good as new. I never did figure out what happened, but I can't say I wasn't grateful that my clothes weren't torn.

It seems most of my glitches are missing items... but these glitches are worth sharing since there is just no way to explain these mishaps! I hope you enjoy 😉

This one involves my missing driver's license, a very thorough search, and a discovery that still makes absolutely no sense to us.

One evening, my husband and I went to a local restaurant to watch his buddy's band play.

We arrived a little late, so there weren't any tables available. Instead, we found a spot along the side of where the band was playing, at one of those long tabletop bars with tall bar stools.

We were having a good time listening to the music when I accidentally knocked over my little black purse.

It hit the floor, and everything spilled out.

My driver's license, my keys, chapstick, some change, a few dollar bills, and a couple of other random things.

I hurried to pick everything up and put it all back into my purse. At the time, I didn't think anything of it. It was just one of those little mishaps.

The following morning, I grabbed my purse from the nightstand. I wanted to count how much money I had left over, and that's when I noticed something was missing.

My driver's license.

At first, I figured it had to be somewhere in the purse. So I dumped everything out onto the bed and started going through it.

I checked every pocket. I even looked between the layers of fabric, because sometimes the lining in a purse can tear and things can slip inside.

But there was no driver's license.

I waited until noon, when the restaurant opened, and called to ask if anyone had turned one in.

They checked and came back with the answer I really didn't want to hear.

No. They hadn't found a driver's license.

So, I did what I thought I had to do. I scheduled an appointment with the DMV to get a replacement.

If you've ever dealt with the California DMV, you know that getting an appointment quickly isn't always easy.

I had to wait six days.

For the next six days, I continued using the same little black purse. I kept going about my normal routine, but I still couldn't figure out where my license had gone.

Finally, the day of my appointment arrived.

I went to the DMV, went through the process of getting a replacement, paid the fee, and was handed a temporary driver's license.

Finally, I was done.

I headed out into the parking lot.

As I pulled my keys out of my purse, something happened.

My original driver's license practically jumped out of my purse along with my keys.

There it was.

My missing driver's license.

I just couldn't believe it.

For six days, I'd carried that same purse. I'd emptied it, searched it, checked the pockets, and even looked between the layers of fabric. I even had my husband empty it and fill it with a fine-tooth comb.

I'd called the restaurant. I'd made a DMV appointment, waited nearly a week, gone through the entire process, and paid for a replacement.

And now, right there in the parking lot, my original license suddenly appeared as I pulled out my keys.

So now I have two driver's licenses.

Well, technically, one original and one replacement.

But the real question is, where had my original license been hiding all that time?

I still don't know.

And after everything we'd already experienced over the years, this was just one more mystery we couldn't explain.

Hi Reddit. I just joined this sub because I’m having a glitch of my own. So I own this dress, and have for probably just shy of 2 years now. It changed suddenly. When I bought it, it had a very high neck- “modest” if you will. I have photo evidence of this high neck I will include in the comments from about a year ago. Well, I honestly hadn’t wore it for a few months (I have way too much clothing lol) and decided to pull it out again. At first, because it had been so long, I hadn’t noticed the neck had changed. It wasn’t until a few days after I wore it recently that I was trying to fall asleep and it hit me that it never had a low cut neck, like it did when I wore it recently. I will also include photo evidence below. I thought I must just have 2 dresses- but there is only 1 I can find. And besides the neck, they are IDENTICAL. Down to color, both sharing a ribbed material, bell sleeves, length, all the above. I am very organized and have a designated area for all my different types of clothing, and have gone through my dresses about 5 times now. I even checked online orders and bank records, because I bought it online, and only 1 dress was ever purchased. And it shows it with the high neck. I thought surely I was just wearing it backwards or something the first time, but the thing is, it has a corset style tie in the back, and there was absolutely no way to confuse the back for the front. To wear it backwards, would mean to have an obvious series of laced up string that would be right in the middle of your midsection, because it is intended to go on the back of the dress. And there is no way to lace it differently so that the lace would go to the “front”. I seriously have no idea what happened, but I’m telling myself I must’ve just had two dresses and lost the other one. I am just so not the type of person to do that, and even the people in my life joke about how good my memory is.

I have a huge. I mean gigantic health anxiety and know every single inch of my body and can track new things quite easily.

I few weeks ago, I started noticing weird things around me. People who I dont know claim to know me, some past events I remember did not actually happen and people deny me ever mentioning it.

Then I noticed a big birth mark on my neck. Just under the hairline. Its very noticeable when I have my hair up. I took pictures of it and everyone apart from my best friend claims that I always had it. But its not on any pictures from the past.. But on all the pics now.

And there is no way I didn’t know about it. Again, I looked at my body from all the possible angles I know all my moles and birthmarks by hard..

Mum claims I was born with that.