54 Glitches In The Matrix People Don't Have A Realistic Explanation For

10 years old, in grandma's front yard. She keeps her yard immaculate, award worthy. It's dusk, family get together. Mom says "toss me the car keys" so I do. My throw is short by finger lengths. I assume they landed in the short grass, but we never found them. That was 30 years ago. The yard has been mowed hundreds of times. The house is still in the family, still well taken care of. No keys, ever.

I had an android phone which had a google "cards" feature option that could notify you like "15 minutes to home" if you were out. I thought this feature was annoying and useless so I kept the feature off.

After several months of no cards notifications, one night I'm at home and a card pops up saying "35 minutes to home" pinning me at a random intersection on the other side of town. Let's call it 1st St. & Story.

I think, that's weird, I'm not even way over there, I don't even know where that is, I've never been to that area. I go to my cards setting to turn it back off but it's already turned off. "That's weird. "

Next night, exact same thing happens. "35 minutes to home from 1st St. & Story." What the? Still definitely not over there. Check cards feature and the notifications are still turned off so no idea why I'm getting a notification.

Few days later, a friend and I are out running errands and he misses his intended exit so he takes the next one. Once on the streets, I ask "Where are we? I've never been over here." Suddenly a car to our right tries to turn left and crashes right into us. Messed up the wheel to be unable to turn so he pulled forward to the curb to call a towtruck. We had our kids in the car so I call my sister to pick us all up. When my sister asks me for the location, I look up at the street signs: 1st St. & Story.

This one is more silly than creepy, but once when I went with my grandmother to her friend's house, I was on the porch by myself with the grandmother's friend's cat, and the cat looked me right in the eyes and said the word "meow." It didn't sound like a cat meowing at all. It sounded very convincingly like a human carefully enunciating the word "meow," two syllables, in their most thoroughly *un*convincing cat voice. Like someone intentionally doing a very poor impression of a cat, as a joke. But it was perfectly in time with the movement of the cat's mouth and there was no one else around, so it had to have been the cat saying it.

**tl;dr:** Met a cat that could talk, but the only word it knew was "meow.".

I was sitting on my porch and had my debit card on the table in front of me. I went inside to get something to drink - patio furniture in site and a 6 ft privacy fence around the yard. I also lived alone. Went back outside and it was just gone. I searched EVERYWHERE. Inside and out but couldn’t find it. Nothing was withdrawn from my account so two days later I cancelled it and requested a new one. Two weeks later I went out to sit on the porch(I did this every day) and the old card was sitting right there on the table. It just appeared. There was nothing else on the table. It just was gone. And then it wasn’t.
EDIT: Got a few replies so let me clarify. I lived alone. The porch was screened. I literally took off all the cushions on the porch, destroyed my house, the table was your typical glass patio table and I sat out there every freaking day and there wasn’t anything on it. Then, TWO weeks later it was just sitting there on the table. Nothing was withdrawn from my account. I genuinely have no explanation.

I was 11 or 12, early '70's. Dad came home one Friday and announced we were going to King's Island (a fairly new amusement park) tomorrow. I begged him to let me invite my friend Chris to come along. He said ok, as long as Chris could pay his own way.

Great! off to the phone I went. Pick it up, no dial tone. "Hello?"

"Ohm_eye_God, is that you?"

"Chris? I was just calling you, what's up?"

"I was calling to ask if you'd like to come to King's Island tomorrow, but you have to pay your own way."

No phone ever rang, we both called each other at the same time, to ask the exact same thing.

I took a hard news/soft news journalism class in college where one of the assignments was to write an obituary for one of my grandparents. (The professor told us to write it on a deceased grandparent, but if all of your grandparents were still alive we had to choose one. In my case, all of my grandparents were alive.) I procrastinated the assignment until the night before it was due because it seemed like a dumb assignment.

Scramming for an easy grandparent to write about, I gave my mom a call and asked her for some basic biographical information about my maternal grandfather, who was still alive.

As we were talking about my grandpa's career, my mom couldn't recall the name of one of the companies he worked at. She lectured me about waiting until the last minute to write the assignment because it was late -- 10:30pm my grandpa's time. However, she said she would give him a call to see if he was still awake and be able to answer that question once my assignment was due the following morning.

When my mom called my grandpa, my grandma answered the phone in a panic. My grandma frantically explained that the paramedics had just arrived and were performing CPR on my grandpa because he had stopped breathing and passed out. My mom was able to stay on the phone with my grandma until they took my grandpa to the hospital, where he was declared deceased.

In the time my mom and I had been talking on the phone about my grandpa's "obituary," he was gone (out of the blue, at that. He had been otherwise healthy considering his age). We ended up using the obituary I wrote for that writing assignment as his actual obituary. Still freaks me out when I think about the timing.

Ive wrote about this before, its one of the weirdest things Ive experienced. When my (now ex) boyfriend had just gotten together, I went out and bought him some new shirts. We had just fallen in love and I saw a shirt that said “Love Life” on it in big red bold letters. The shirt was all white with only the words on the front. It was a lil inside joke between us I guess because we would use that phrase to describe our life and named our business “Love Life”. He really loved it and wore it a lot before it sat in the closet for a couple years. Well a couple years go by and lets just say “love life” was a horrible definition of our relationship. He was horrible. Anyways Im cleaning out the closets, getting rid of old clothes and theres the shirt. I pull it out and the shirt now reads “Low Life” the exact same way it looked before but it says low life. I immediately ask him if he remembers the shirt and what it said and he tells me “love life” well as soon as I show him the shirt he flips out the same way I did. Both of us KNOW that the shirt never said low life... why would I buy anyone a shirt that said that let alone my boyfriend?

Its like I flipped dimensions into the reality where my ex bf was a complete jerk and it showed up in the shirt.

Was going down the stairs and went past my brother who was coming up the stairs, said hi and he sort of mumbled back. Got downstairs and walked through to the kitchen, only to find him standing there.

A few nights back I was wide awake in the guest bed at my place and heard quiet footsteps and then my wife say “Hey” gently at the door. It seemed weird, so I got up to see what she wanted and she was fast asleep in bed.

(Before you ask, I was in a separate bed as I have a cold and have been snoring really loudly).

When I was attending college, a friend and myself were walking back to our dorm late one night. I attended a school with a primarily white population. As we were getting within about a half mile of our dorm, we were laughing about some joke when we notice a black man in torn clothing running at us full speed. We both slowed our pace to a crawl as he kept coming at us, unaware what was going to happen.

The man got closer and closer, and when he passed under a street light we noticed a few thing that were odd. He was a) sprinting away from something and b) holding a rather large bowl of fruit. He sprinted past us without even regarding our existence, and when we looked back to where he had come from, we noticed what appeared to be a bear cub sprinting in our direction.

Both my friend and I began taking steps backwards slowly, and just as we were about to start following the man in the same panicked manner, the animal took a b-line for a curb toward what appeared to be a sewer drain. The closer it got to the drain, the smaller this animal appeared, until it was the size of a small mouse, and it went straight into the drain, out of sight. The closer we got to the drain, it seemed to fade from view. When we were standing right next to the curb, it became clear there was no drain whatsoever. We proceeded to walk back in silence to the dorms. Still no clue what happened that night, but I remember several things during my time there that were unexplainable.

My daughter and I were on the couch one day when she was younger and we heard the sound of popcorn like from like microwave. It wasn't a constant popping but one or two pops every ten seconds or so, then the entire living room filled with the smell of buttered popcorn. No one was making popcorn, the microwave itself did not smell like popcorn and the smell was only in the living room. I went as far to open the heating vents to see if there was a rogue bag of popcorn in there. If it was just the smell and not the sound or vice versa I would easily explain it away, but it was still one of the strangest events.

This may not be woo-woo creepy the way most stories are, but here goes: I find that, if I stop trying to control everything and let things happen as they will, the universe will send the exact person or thing I need to me.

I lost my job a few years ago and went home totally dejected. I decided to rest for that night and not stress about a job hunt until the next morning. The next morning I was awakened by a phone call from this guy who was a friend of my ex-boss, who'd just opened his own restaurant and wanted to know if I wanted to work there. It was like the universe had gift-wrapped me a new job and deposited it into my lap.

Another time I had found a new apartment, which was only a few blocks from my old apartment. I was heading to my old place to pack my stuff, not really sure how I was going to get it all packed and moved by my lonesome, but I had that same feeling. That feeling of 'it will work itself out'. I think my phone turned off, so I stopped a random guy on the street to ask what time it was. He asked me casually what I was doing, and I told him, "Oh I'm about to pack and try to move all my things." And this rando said, "I'll help you!" For some reason, I wasn't wary of him. I felt like it was meant to be. So he came with me to my old place, helped me pack, and then helped me carry my stuff to my new place. He was super nice and helpful, and it was like it was all meant to be... like he'd been put there, right on that particular street corner at that particular moment, to fix my predicament.

There was one morning before school when I randomly thought, “I haven’t heard Hey Ya in a long time. It was a good song though.” Just a meaningless whatever while brushing my teeth.

I arrive at school and all of my friends have Hey Ya stuck in their heads. They were humming it all day and when I asked them about it they said they thought about it that morning - none of us had heard the song recently enough to all be reminded about it.

I'm a security guard at a distribution warehouse. Sometimes I have to work graveyard shift.

During this time the only people on the premesis is me, and a rare truck driver bringing in a late load.

Our guard shack is concrete, with sliding glass doors on the sides (no locks) and big windows in front and back.

Sometimes when I'm the only person on the premises, I'll see a reflection of someone walking past the shack.

Every inch of this shack, and the yard, is covered by security cameras. No one has shown up on the footage when I see these reflections.

When I was about 15 I was eating some cereal and accidentally dropped my spoon into the kitchen floor.

I watched the spoon fall. As it hit the floor, it just vanished into thin air.

I was shocked. I thought surely my eyes were playing tricks on me. It must have just bounced away and gone out of sight or something.

I spent 30 minutes searching the kitchen for that spoon. I was honestly kind of freaked out. I tried to think of every possible place it could have gone. There weren’t many places it could have ended up.

I never found it.

Not especially creepy, but it did used to unnerve me when I was young.

When I was little I used to have a Thomas the Tank Engine Book with fold out parts and flaps. There was this one part which was like a shed and you could lift a flap to see inside it. Inside was all the usual gardening/shed paraphernalia, but there was also a black cat sat in there. Here’s the glitch though - I swear the cat wasn’t always there!

I used to love that book, but every time I read it I would get to that page and guess whether the cat would be there or not. Not a clue what that was all about really, but it creeped a young me out.

A few months before my first car accident I dreamed about it happening. Everything from the sounds to the placement and the smell was the same. Thing is the girl driving tried to get me to find a different ride because she didn't want to do any extra driving that day, and after the crash I told her about my dream and she said she had the same one the night before and that's why she didn't want to drive. Freaky.

I was going to lunch with two coworkers. We were discussing another coworker. One CW made an assessment of the CW we were discussing and I agreed with him. He looked at me and said he didn't say that; he was thinking it. CW2 agreed he didn't say it.

Had a dream of some kid that I had never seen before dancing at a busy party. He was wearing a blue shirt, black pants, had Beiber Hair, and there was a purple strobe light on the wall behind him. Wake up, think to myself "Huh, what an odd dream," and carry on with my life. Several *years* later I was at my cousin's wedding reception, chillin and hanging out with a different cousin. Music comes on and we start jumping up and down, and then I realized that I was reliving the dream. Same clothes, same hair, same purple lighting in the background.

My partner and I have the same vivid memory of something happening that never happened. We are both convinced that our friend was with us at another friend's wedding and he fixed the sound system during the reception. Except the friend we remember fixing the sound system was not at the wedding and does not even know the person who was having the wedding. But we both distinctly remember our friend not only being there, but actually saving the day.

We sometimes catch ourselves talking about it and once praised our friend for saving that wedding and he was like "What? Who's X? I wasn't even there.".