Reality should be fairly stable. The sun rises, day becomes night, objects (generally) stay where we left them. But every now and then, the universe seems to play a few tricks on us. We see things or people that surely should not be there, or experience moments that make absolutely no sense at all. It's almost as if the world has glitched.
Thankfully, there's an online community out there dedicated to "exploring the mysteries of life while staying grounded in wisdom and insight." More than 880,000 people gather in this "rare space" to share personal experiences of the Mandela effect, glitches, déjà vu, reappearing items, astrological phenomena, and more.
From the creepy to the comforting to the downright bizarre, Bored Panda has put together the best posts from the Matrix Mysteries page. Many might leave you questioning some moments of your own reality.
#1
This is going to sound weird, but its messing with me.
I met a guy over fb in 2021 who I had a couple mutual friends with.I feel like I've known him my entire life. He has things in his house that I had in my childhood. Same utensils I bought from zellers in 2007 when they were closing down. He has no idea where he got his from. Exact same towels from years ago. Like hes me just male. But the similarities that I've been finding make me tear up. The items from my childhood that are the same as his I dont know what happened to them. When we look at eachother we know what the other is thinking without saying anything. Ive never had that happen before. Im crying writing this. There is a familiar presence between us but dont know how. It bugs me that I can't figure it out. My strange question is this: Could this guy be me from a different timeline? Or are we the same gender in every timeline? I know I'll probably get laughed at, but it hurts not knowing...everything is the same.
I met a guy over fb in 2021 who I had a couple mutual friends with.I feel like I've known him my entire life. He has things in his house that I had in my childhood. Same utensils I bought from zellers in 2007 when they were closing down. He has no idea where he got his from. Exact same towels from years ago. Like hes me just male. But the similarities that I've been finding make me tear up. The items from my childhood that are the same as his I dont know what happened to them. When we look at eachother we know what the other is thinking without saying anything. Ive never had that happen before. Im crying writing this. There is a familiar presence between us but dont know how. It bugs me that I can't figure it out. My strange question is this: Could this guy be me from a different timeline? Or are we the same gender in every timeline? I know I'll probably get laughed at, but it hurts not knowing...everything is the same.
34points
Dozens of people around the world could have sworn that Nelson Mandela passed away in prison in the 1980s. In reality, the former South African president and freedom fighter lived to the ripe age of 95 years old until taking his last breath in 2013.
The fact that so many people collectively had the same incorrect memory was so bizarre that researcher Fiona Broome coined the phrase the "Mandela Effect" in 2009.
She was reportedly at a conference discussing how she remembered Madiba's tragic passing in a prison cell in the 80s. Many of those she spoke with also remembered seeing news coverage of his untimely passing, and even a speech by his widow.
"Broome was shocked that so many people could remember the same event in such detail when it never happened. Encouraged by her book publisher, she began a website to discuss what she called the Mandela Effect and similar incidents," notes Verywell Mind.
#2
My baby brother passed away and a few days later when I was sitting at a stoplight I looked to my right and saw someone who looked exactly like my brother driving a 1957 (the year he was born) truck and he looked right at me and smiled and nodded his head. I felt comforted by the experience
Dana Mae:
When my husband passed away suddenly my daughter was devastated and a few months later she was on a bus and was overcome with grief and started to cry. A nice young gentleman reached over and gave her a pk of Kleenex. Later when she looked at the pk it had Cardinal funeral home on it. Her dad’s last name is Cardinal and there is no such funeral home in our city or anywhere in our province. We believe it was a sign from him.
Jayne Biron-Compton:
Such a sweet gesture.
My dad passed away after a short bout with cancer. When he called to tell us, he was adamant that he’d be at our youngest son’s first communion. Sadly, he passed away two weeks later.
That May, our son made his first communion. It was bittersweet without my dad. A man tapped our son on his shoulder after the ceremony and said, “Good job buddy. Glad I got to see you up there.” He looked a little my dad (same type. Same smile) but he sounded exactly like him. The RI accent, the words he used. Everything.
He slipped away into the crowd and we never saw him again.
But to this day our son (now grown) believes Grampa was there. Just like he said he would be.
Dana Mae:
When my husband passed away suddenly my daughter was devastated and a few months later she was on a bus and was overcome with grief and started to cry. A nice young gentleman reached over and gave her a pk of Kleenex. Later when she looked at the pk it had Cardinal funeral home on it. Her dad’s last name is Cardinal and there is no such funeral home in our city or anywhere in our province. We believe it was a sign from him.
Jayne Biron-Compton:
Such a sweet gesture.
My dad passed away after a short bout with cancer. When he called to tell us, he was adamant that he’d be at our youngest son’s first communion. Sadly, he passed away two weeks later.
That May, our son made his first communion. It was bittersweet without my dad. A man tapped our son on his shoulder after the ceremony and said, “Good job buddy. Glad I got to see you up there.” He looked a little my dad (same type. Same smile) but he sounded exactly like him. The RI accent, the words he used. Everything.
He slipped away into the crowd and we never saw him again.
But to this day our son (now grown) believes Grampa was there. Just like he said he would be.
32points
#3
My grandma passed away 11 years ago. She was like my mom. I really struggled with grief and really wanted to see her and speak to her in my dreams. I was unable to. Where I got close I couldn’t see her. Just knew she was there. Then a few months ago it happened. When I say the hug was real. It was!! I have never ever felt anything like it. I felt it for days after I never wanted to forget that feeling. But the scary thing was is that she was telling me it was time for me to go with her. And I felt so calm and ready. But I said I can’t yet I need to let my kids grow with me here. I can’t leave them. And she said ok you can have more time. As much as I never wanted to forget the hug. I’m scared if she comes back I have no more time. I would love for her to come back and just hug me again. But that one embrace has me convinced she was there it was real.
22points
Other examples of the Mandela Effect include people remembering a children’s book as The Berenstein Bears instead of The Berenstain Bears (its actual title). Or many recalling seeing a famous portrait of Henry VIII eating or holding a turkey leg, yet no such painting has ever existed.
And if you remember Darth Vader saying, "Luke, I am your father," in Star Wars, you're not alone. We hate to break it to you but but the actual line is, "No, I am your father."
Same applies to the famous line from Snow White, which many remember as "Mirror, mirror on the wall…" when the line actually begins, "Magic mirror on the wall."
Do you remember Mickey Mouse wearing suspenders to keep his trousers up? Well, the truth is: he didn't.
#4
Year 2019, during All Souls’ Day, we were all spending the day at our youngest sister’s mausoleum. She passedin 2016, and there has never been a day that we don’t visit her to offer a prayer. The area is a bit secluded, and the mobile signal there is weak—you can receive a call, but once you answer, the line usually becomes unclear or full of static. But that day, our Kuya (means big brother) received a call. When he answered, the line was suddenly clear, and the voice on the other end sounded very similar to our sister’s voice. In disbelief, my brother put the phone on speaker and asked again who was calling. The voice said, “Kuya—it’s me. I need to hurry because we’re not allowed to make this call.” My brother asked again, “Who? Who is this?” She replied, “It’s me!” He asked once more, “Who? Is this Mara?” (My sister’s name) She answered, “Yes! I need to go! I just want to let you know that I am fine!” Then the call ended. We all fell silent.
None of us could believe what we had just heard. My brother dialed the number twice. The first time, no one answered, so he moved to an area with better reception. The second time, an older lady answered. My brother asked if she had called his number. She said no, because the phone didn’t have any load or data to make calls—it was a prepaid number—and she confirmed that nobody had used the phone. It was so strange, but hearing that small voice brought us so much relief. Our sister passed from brain stem glioma at the age of 13. The tumor grew on both the inner sides of her brain stem, making it impossible to cure. Until now, I hold on to that memory. I hope it happens again someday.
None of us could believe what we had just heard. My brother dialed the number twice. The first time, no one answered, so he moved to an area with better reception. The second time, an older lady answered. My brother asked if she had called his number. She said no, because the phone didn’t have any load or data to make calls—it was a prepaid number—and she confirmed that nobody had used the phone. It was so strange, but hearing that small voice brought us so much relief. Our sister passed from brain stem glioma at the age of 13. The tumor grew on both the inner sides of her brain stem, making it impossible to cure. Until now, I hold on to that memory. I hope it happens again someday.
18points
#5
I'm a teacher, and for the past 3 ish years, I have driven behind the same two cars every day on the way to school. I drive past one school to get to my school. First, I'm always behind a silver Pathfinder. That car turns into their school, and then I'm behind a black jeep. We live in a suburban area, not rural, so there are hundreds of cars on the road during this time. It makes me feel like I'm just in a television show, to the point that I'm like "cue the Pathfinder"..
Zeke Austen:
I bet they feel the same way about the creep following them around lmao
Pete Wilson:
The Truman show
Zeke Austen:
I bet they feel the same way about the creep following them around lmao
Pete Wilson:
The Truman show
17points
#6
I’m hoping to get any insight at all. Three times in my life, a member of my household has seen “me” ascending stairs, and then jumped when they realized I was behind them or next to them. It happened once when I was a child. It happened twice in the same hour as an adult. My ex and my son- back to back- started shouting toward the upstairs balcony to get my attention, suddenly spotted me on the first floor living room couch, jumped when they saw me, and told me that they just watched me walk up the stairs. One after another! This also happened when my sister saw me ascending stairs at age 10 and freaked out when she realized I was standing behind her. I have never heard of a similar phenomenon before reading that a member of this group saw his cat in two locations.
And this may be unrelated, but my childhood staircase had a presence on the bottom steps. My siblings and I would feel something behind us and break into a run! I remember being surprised when I’d go to other peoples’ homes, and their stairs didn’t include the feeling of being chased by an invisible presence. My young, innocent brain thought the sense of being chased was normal!
And this may be unrelated, but my childhood staircase had a presence on the bottom steps. My siblings and I would feel something behind us and break into a run! I remember being surprised when I’d go to other peoples’ homes, and their stairs didn’t include the feeling of being chased by an invisible presence. My young, innocent brain thought the sense of being chased was normal!
16points
“We like to think we understand our minds well and have good control over our memories. The Mandela effect is one of those cases where our memory betrays us, creating a creepy, eerie feeling,” says Wilma Bainbridge, Ph.D., an assistant professor in the Department of Psychology at the University of Chicago, and an expert on the Mandela Effect.
Bainbridge believes that one reason people collectively misremember things is because they recall what they expected to see, rather than what they actually saw.
#7
I had a odd occurance when my daughters were very young. We were going home & I was making a left hand turn to go down a street I always take. I was waiting for the oncoming cars to pass me & all of a sudden the guy behind me started honking his horn to make me turn cause the light had changed to red, but I couldn't. I tried, but something or someone wasn't letting me make that turn. All of a sudden a car came out of nowhere & ran that red light. IF I had turned when the guy behind me honked, we wouldn't be alive. I looked in my rearview mirror & the guy behind me was sitting with his mouth open not believing what HE saw. I know someone was looking after the 3 of us that day.
15points
#8
So I met my husband in the early summer of 2012 . I had just gotten out of a long relationship of four years, and didn’t think I was ready for anything serious yet. He seemed to have wanted more than I thought I wanted at the time. So I did what any mid 20-year-old would do and ghosted him. Two weeks passes by, and I’m walking out of getting a pedicure and my phone rings and it’s him. I answer and ask how he’s doing, and he says “you don’t remember talking to me last night?”. I checked my call log, and we had had a 45 minute long phone conversation at 3 o’clock in the morning. He said that I shared all kinds of information with him regarding how I was feeling, and about the people I dated during the two weeks since we spoke as well. Like a true purge of information!
To this day, I still have no recollection of that conversation. I remember plugging my phone in and setting my alarm for work that night and going to sleep! I hadn’t been drinking or under the influence of anything.
I have chalked it up to divine intervention - as shortly after our reconnection and relationship status confirmation, my sister died of leukemia. I was so grateful to have him with me during a truly difficult time- and he got to meet her days prior to her death which was really special to me. We were married a year later.
To this day, I still have no recollection of that conversation. I remember plugging my phone in and setting my alarm for work that night and going to sleep! I hadn’t been drinking or under the influence of anything.
I have chalked it up to divine intervention - as shortly after our reconnection and relationship status confirmation, my sister died of leukemia. I was so grateful to have him with me during a truly difficult time- and he got to meet her days prior to her death which was really special to me. We were married a year later.
15points
#9
Twenty years ago my husband was engaged to his high school sweetheart. He was away at boot camp when something tragic happened and she passed. The circumstances, which were preventable and surrounded by controversy, rocked him to his core and he didn’t deal with it well for many years.
Eventually, my husband processed what had happened and felt that he was ready to move past all of it. There were two things that he had of Jessica’s: a ring and a photo copy of a picture of her. There is very little that my husband has of his past, but he’d kept this photo copy of her picture tucked away in a small purple tote box.
About three years ago, he was going through the box, cleaning it out, when he came upon the photo copied pic. He looked at it for a long moment and right as I started to tell him that one day he could share his memories and the picture of her with our kids, he ripped the paper up.
I was kinda shocked that he did it, but what was done was done. Be very clear. I was sitting there watching him clean that box out. I watched him pull that paper out with her picture on it. I know for a fact he ripped it up and threw it in a black garbage bag. I felt regret because that young girl who is forever 18 was an only child with no extended family, and one of the only people who could remember her with love was my husband. I felt like maybe one day he would like to share her story with our kids. But in a second, the picture was gone and nothing could be done about the shreds he ripped it into.
Fast forward to about a year ago and we moved into our new house. We had boxes of things packed up that we needed to go through so my husband and I got down to business unpacking them. We were sitting in our bedroom while my husband pulled things out of a random cardboard box when suddenly he gasped. He pulled out the perfectly intact photo copy of Jessica’s picture. It was the very same piece of paper he ripped up three years ago. We both were yelling at each other in astonishment and excitement. We both recalled the exact same details of the day he tore it up. We both KNOW that paper was destroyed, yet there it was in the same condition pre-destruction. After we both calmed down, he placed the photo copy into another smaller box with other papers and set it in our closet. Now, a year later, we can’t find that box. It’s just gone.
Eventually, my husband processed what had happened and felt that he was ready to move past all of it. There were two things that he had of Jessica’s: a ring and a photo copy of a picture of her. There is very little that my husband has of his past, but he’d kept this photo copy of her picture tucked away in a small purple tote box.
About three years ago, he was going through the box, cleaning it out, when he came upon the photo copied pic. He looked at it for a long moment and right as I started to tell him that one day he could share his memories and the picture of her with our kids, he ripped the paper up.
I was kinda shocked that he did it, but what was done was done. Be very clear. I was sitting there watching him clean that box out. I watched him pull that paper out with her picture on it. I know for a fact he ripped it up and threw it in a black garbage bag. I felt regret because that young girl who is forever 18 was an only child with no extended family, and one of the only people who could remember her with love was my husband. I felt like maybe one day he would like to share her story with our kids. But in a second, the picture was gone and nothing could be done about the shreds he ripped it into.
Fast forward to about a year ago and we moved into our new house. We had boxes of things packed up that we needed to go through so my husband and I got down to business unpacking them. We were sitting in our bedroom while my husband pulled things out of a random cardboard box when suddenly he gasped. He pulled out the perfectly intact photo copy of Jessica’s picture. It was the very same piece of paper he ripped up three years ago. We both were yelling at each other in astonishment and excitement. We both recalled the exact same details of the day he tore it up. We both KNOW that paper was destroyed, yet there it was in the same condition pre-destruction. After we both calmed down, he placed the photo copy into another smaller box with other papers and set it in our closet. Now, a year later, we can’t find that box. It’s just gone.
15points
#10
While I have had many unusual things happen over the years there is one that floored me and could not be explained away as a coincidence or anything else. I had bought some new childrens books one night to be read to the kids I was babysitting. One of them was a book called Stellaluna, about a baby bat who gets lost from her mother and ends up in a nest of baby birds. I showed nobody these books and mentioned them to nobody until the next day when the 4 year old i babysat for got to my house after pre school. As she walked through the door I said to her "I bought some new books last night" to which she replied "I hope one of them is about a baby bat who gets lost from her mommy and lives with birds". I am floored at that moment and I ask her "have you seen a book like that?" She says to me " no, but it would be a good book". So I calmly said "well, thats the book I got" and she's like oh good and just carries on her day like a matrix mystery didnt just take place.
14points
#11
I had a hankerin' for some Raisinets. (chocolate covered raisins) I couldn't find any in the kitchen. I asked hubby if he had some stashed. He said no. Oh well, I was bummed, but added them to my shopping list. Not 10 minutes later, my ring doorbell picks up movement on the front porch. Doorbell rings. I answered the door and there's a young girl standing there trying to sell me candy. Sure enough, she had Raisinets. Darn tootin' I bought them. What a coincidence. Mama is a happy camper
13points
#12
I grew up in an old farmhouse that was built, I believe, in the 1890s. We saw and heard quite a few unusual things over the years, but one thing that stands out, was when my Mom was outside hanging laundry one day, and started to hear people talking off in the distance. She realized it was coming from our barn. As she continued to listen, she could hear, loud and clear, the sound of men at work in the barn, yelling back and forth, pounding, throwing things around, that sort of thing. It went on for a solid minute or so. It was a clear day, and no one was in the barn, no radios or TVs were on, nothing like that. Was she hearing ghosts at work or was it some kind of time portal or what? We don’t know, but it was definitely one of the things that tops the list of strange things that occurred there. We’ve always wondered what would have happened if she actually walked out to the barn to investigate…
13points
#13
I'm Dave and something to know about me is … I had an experience I can’t explain while serving in the Army on Okinawa in 1969.
I had been trained in the Hawk Missel system and finished top in the class. The Army stationed me at a Nike Hercules site. ?? Later the site closed so they put me in a motor pool. This part is important because my barracks was a Quonsit Hut built during WW2. This is an area in Sukeran, the Army headquarters base. That area also housed the Criminal Investigation Division (CID) which was lit up at night and had concertina wire around its perimeter. That’s important because I used that light at night while going to bed. Since I was an NCO, my bunk was at the end of the Quonset Hut facing the CID Headquarters.
I had a car, the only person in the company to have one, and parked next to the barracks. I entered the barracks from the opposite end where my bunk was. Think of it as the front door. Quansit Huts have ventilation widows along the sides of them, which were kept open since it was summer. I used the light streaming in from the CSD lights reflecting off the top of footlockers as I walked the length of the Quonsit Hut to get to my bunk. I usually opened the door at that end to give me some light to undress and get ready for bed.
Only this time, when I opened the door, there was no light. This startled me but rather than trouble shoot the problem, I reached under my pillow and grabbed a paperback book I was reading and headed back to my car to figure it out. Using the same reflected light from the CID, I exited the building and got back into my car. I opened my paperback and began reading where I had left off, page 127. Just then I felt something or someone approaching me from above. I didn’t see them, I just sensed them; or it. It spoke to me: “Get on your knees and pray to me.”
I don’t remember saying anything directly. It was more like telepathy, carrying on a conversation. I asked, “Why?” Not being any kind of believer of a superior power, I challenged it and demanded proof. Its response didn’t change. It demanded worship and I felt like it was trying to make me turn around with my knees in the back of the seat and hands clasped in prayer! I refused and again demanded, “Why!” At that point it began to pull away and said, “You’ll never have another chance.” I was alone and reading page 132, having no memory of what I had read.
I returned to the barracks, used the same reflected light to make my way to my bunk, opened the back door and used the light to get ready for bed. I went to bed and slept normally. I have not been able to explain what happened to me nor has there ever been anything similar to happen to me. I’ve discussed it with people close to me and they have no idea either. I’m still waiting for anything similar to happen and; still waiting..,
Helen Lejot:
Sounds like a very bad entity. Nothing good would demand worship
I had been trained in the Hawk Missel system and finished top in the class. The Army stationed me at a Nike Hercules site. ?? Later the site closed so they put me in a motor pool. This part is important because my barracks was a Quonsit Hut built during WW2. This is an area in Sukeran, the Army headquarters base. That area also housed the Criminal Investigation Division (CID) which was lit up at night and had concertina wire around its perimeter. That’s important because I used that light at night while going to bed. Since I was an NCO, my bunk was at the end of the Quonset Hut facing the CID Headquarters.
I had a car, the only person in the company to have one, and parked next to the barracks. I entered the barracks from the opposite end where my bunk was. Think of it as the front door. Quansit Huts have ventilation widows along the sides of them, which were kept open since it was summer. I used the light streaming in from the CSD lights reflecting off the top of footlockers as I walked the length of the Quonsit Hut to get to my bunk. I usually opened the door at that end to give me some light to undress and get ready for bed.
Only this time, when I opened the door, there was no light. This startled me but rather than trouble shoot the problem, I reached under my pillow and grabbed a paperback book I was reading and headed back to my car to figure it out. Using the same reflected light from the CID, I exited the building and got back into my car. I opened my paperback and began reading where I had left off, page 127. Just then I felt something or someone approaching me from above. I didn’t see them, I just sensed them; or it. It spoke to me: “Get on your knees and pray to me.”
I don’t remember saying anything directly. It was more like telepathy, carrying on a conversation. I asked, “Why?” Not being any kind of believer of a superior power, I challenged it and demanded proof. Its response didn’t change. It demanded worship and I felt like it was trying to make me turn around with my knees in the back of the seat and hands clasped in prayer! I refused and again demanded, “Why!” At that point it began to pull away and said, “You’ll never have another chance.” I was alone and reading page 132, having no memory of what I had read.
I returned to the barracks, used the same reflected light to make my way to my bunk, opened the back door and used the light to get ready for bed. I went to bed and slept normally. I have not been able to explain what happened to me nor has there ever been anything similar to happen to me. I’ve discussed it with people close to me and they have no idea either. I’m still waiting for anything similar to happen and; still waiting..,
Helen Lejot:
Sounds like a very bad entity. Nothing good would demand worship
10points
#14
Ok guys, its think its been glitching or something over here at my house. Weird things have been happening that I can’t quite explain.
In the last week, my boyfriend and I have had a total of 3 different experiences where we were looking for something that wasn’t where it was supposed to be, but when we looked again it was right there where it should have been all along..
First, his cup. He has a shaker/smoothie cup that he uses every morning and at first, he was keeping it downstairs on the shelf under the lamp. After a while he decided to start leaving it upstairs on the counter by the sink, and this went on for several weeks without incident. Last week, he went to get it from the counter by the sink and it wasn’t there. He started looking around wondering where it could have been, checking other rooms and the shelf under the lamp, only to come back upstairs to find it by the sink, the first place he had looked. There would have been no way he could have missed it, it just wasn’t there the first time he looked.
Second, the bedroom Roku remote. This one we keep in the bedroom, and if it’s not on my nightstand or his, it’s on the dresser or TV stand, or I find it in the covers when I make the bed in the morning. The other day I was looking for it to put a show on for the dog before we left. Not on my nightstand, or his, or the dresser or TV stand so I called him downstairs to help me find it. We lifted up the sheets and blankets to check the bed, not there either. Then out of nowhere as we were just standing there puzzled he said babe it’s right behind you on the nightstand. I was like that’s crazy, it wasn’t there 2 minutes ago!
Last, his keys. We came home from Easter dinner last night at my mom’s, brought everything in from the car and put it on the kitchen counter. My purse, and a plant from my mom, and a casserole dish and a bag with leftover food. He was looking for his keys later that evening and was sure he left them on the counter when we got home. They weren’t there so he went downstairs checking everywhere and they were nowhere to be found. When he came back upstairs they were on the counter in the first place he looked. Where they weren’t 2 minutes prior. I was sitting in the living room chair right behind the kitchen counter, nobody but him came or went. For all of these the kids (older teens) weren’t home.
In the last week, my boyfriend and I have had a total of 3 different experiences where we were looking for something that wasn’t where it was supposed to be, but when we looked again it was right there where it should have been all along..
First, his cup. He has a shaker/smoothie cup that he uses every morning and at first, he was keeping it downstairs on the shelf under the lamp. After a while he decided to start leaving it upstairs on the counter by the sink, and this went on for several weeks without incident. Last week, he went to get it from the counter by the sink and it wasn’t there. He started looking around wondering where it could have been, checking other rooms and the shelf under the lamp, only to come back upstairs to find it by the sink, the first place he had looked. There would have been no way he could have missed it, it just wasn’t there the first time he looked.
Second, the bedroom Roku remote. This one we keep in the bedroom, and if it’s not on my nightstand or his, it’s on the dresser or TV stand, or I find it in the covers when I make the bed in the morning. The other day I was looking for it to put a show on for the dog before we left. Not on my nightstand, or his, or the dresser or TV stand so I called him downstairs to help me find it. We lifted up the sheets and blankets to check the bed, not there either. Then out of nowhere as we were just standing there puzzled he said babe it’s right behind you on the nightstand. I was like that’s crazy, it wasn’t there 2 minutes ago!
Last, his keys. We came home from Easter dinner last night at my mom’s, brought everything in from the car and put it on the kitchen counter. My purse, and a plant from my mom, and a casserole dish and a bag with leftover food. He was looking for his keys later that evening and was sure he left them on the counter when we got home. They weren’t there so he went downstairs checking everywhere and they were nowhere to be found. When he came back upstairs they were on the counter in the first place he looked. Where they weren’t 2 minutes prior. I was sitting in the living room chair right behind the kitchen counter, nobody but him came or went. For all of these the kids (older teens) weren’t home.
10points
#15
I've experienced so many glitches I thought it was just me. Glad to be here in this group, have to post Anon bc I don't post publicly.
Last night I had a big one. I was walking down the hall to my bedroom, saw the cat coming out of another room like it was going to follow me. I said hieeeee sweeteee.
Six quick steps later (I count steps for many reasons) I am in the doorway, I see my cat, in full light, snoozing on my bed. I said hey you.. and I noticed the sleepy face half awaken to see why I was interrupting nap time. I only have one cat.
This wasn't like seeing a shape like a cat out of the corner of my eye in a dark room. It was my cat. In the hallway. And sleeping on the bed. Seconds apart.
Last night I had a big one. I was walking down the hall to my bedroom, saw the cat coming out of another room like it was going to follow me. I said hieeeee sweeteee.
Six quick steps later (I count steps for many reasons) I am in the doorway, I see my cat, in full light, snoozing on my bed. I said hey you.. and I noticed the sleepy face half awaken to see why I was interrupting nap time. I only have one cat.
This wasn't like seeing a shape like a cat out of the corner of my eye in a dark room. It was my cat. In the hallway. And sleeping on the bed. Seconds apart.
10points
#16
I don’t know if I’m crazy or what. I saw somebody at a store earlier this week while I was traveling for work (bass pro in springfield, mo if by some crazy chance theyre here too and can confirm). When I saw them I felt like I was seeing somebody that I hadn’t seen for a long time. It felt like magic in my chest, a magnetic pull, an instant electric spark. it was so intense that I cry every time I talk about it. We both stared at each other for maybe 30 seconds. As they walked by we looked at each other again. As they got further away I saw them look back twice to look at me. I feel like they felt it too. I am sobbing as I type this. I feel like i miss them maybe?? I have no idea who it was and had never seen them before in my life. They didnt look like anybody i knew either. I’m not even sure how I feel right now. Am I crazy? What could that have been?? To be clear, this was not attraction. It was not that kind of experience at all.
Kim Tobias:
Omgosh I had this exact same thing happen to me a few weeks ago. I was walking into a gas station & he was walking out. He held the door for me and said watch your step, be careful. I looked up to say thank you and I could feel the physical pull. Like a dusty guitar string had been plucked. We locked eyes. We both just stared. When I walked out he was sitting in the parking lot, the only car. I know he waited for me. We stared at each other the whole time I walked to my car. I could've been run over, I never looked away from him LoL I cried. Like a longing cry. I felt it in my soul. I couldn't sleep that night. It was beautiful.
Julie Bressie:
I saw a women in a thrift store as we walked out ..l said your hair is so beautiful..automatically l said you look like my sister. (And I don't have one ). About 30 minutes later we saw each other in Walmart. She walked over and we hugged tight . And she walked away with tears in our eyes. Unsaying nothing.
Kim Tobias:
Omgosh I had this exact same thing happen to me a few weeks ago. I was walking into a gas station & he was walking out. He held the door for me and said watch your step, be careful. I looked up to say thank you and I could feel the physical pull. Like a dusty guitar string had been plucked. We locked eyes. We both just stared. When I walked out he was sitting in the parking lot, the only car. I know he waited for me. We stared at each other the whole time I walked to my car. I could've been run over, I never looked away from him LoL I cried. Like a longing cry. I felt it in my soul. I couldn't sleep that night. It was beautiful.
Julie Bressie:
I saw a women in a thrift store as we walked out ..l said your hair is so beautiful..automatically l said you look like my sister. (And I don't have one ). About 30 minutes later we saw each other in Walmart. She walked over and we hugged tight . And she walked away with tears in our eyes. Unsaying nothing.
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#17
I set my phone and my ONE PAIR of cheaters beside me on the bed..... I bend over and swiped my hand by the nightstand in between the bed looking for my lost left ear bud.... I sit up after locating the ear bud.... I look down and see THIS ON TOP OF MY PHONE...... EXCUSE ME...... WHERE DID THE SECOND PAIR COME FROM (they were EXACTLY LIKE THIS ON MY PHONE)..... I'm excitedly in awww Told my 87 year old Mom we just jumped time lines and thankful she's still here
Dougald Beaudoin:
The other you frantically is looking for the glasses that were JUST THERE...
Christina McDowell:
My son lost his glasses that look EXACTLY like these about a month ago, I have turned this house upside down and searched everywhere and still can’t find them. Maybe his teleported to you
Dougald Beaudoin:
The other you frantically is looking for the glasses that were JUST THERE...
Christina McDowell:
My son lost his glasses that look EXACTLY like these about a month ago, I have turned this house upside down and searched everywhere and still can’t find them. Maybe his teleported to you
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#18
I had an experience in elementary school that this group might find interesting.
You know how in conversations there's naturally occurring moments of silence? Like you're talking back and forth, but its not constant- there's a second or two of silence between the people talking?
Okay, so it was lunch time in 4th grade in my elementary school cafeteria. There was probably 200 kids or so loudly eating lunch when all of sudden all of our "naturally occurring moments of silence" all lined up and there was about 2 seconds of complete silence- you could hear a pin drop. I mean not a single person was talking. We all looked around in confusion and then everyone just started laughing. One of the most eerie moments of my life.
You know how in conversations there's naturally occurring moments of silence? Like you're talking back and forth, but its not constant- there's a second or two of silence between the people talking?
Okay, so it was lunch time in 4th grade in my elementary school cafeteria. There was probably 200 kids or so loudly eating lunch when all of sudden all of our "naturally occurring moments of silence" all lined up and there was about 2 seconds of complete silence- you could hear a pin drop. I mean not a single person was talking. We all looked around in confusion and then everyone just started laughing. One of the most eerie moments of my life.
9points
#19
Most people only know about my NDE but I wanted to share a moment that happened before my NDE.
2007 I lost everything in a house fire at my ex’s home. I got a phone call late at night telling me to rush home, the house had caught fire. My first thought wasn’t about things. It was about the grandmother and my ex girlfriend’s four year old son. When I found out they were safe, I drove as fast as I could, sliding on ice covered roads. Someone even hit me from behind and I told him I couldn’t stay, I had to get home right away.
When I pulled up, it felt unreal. The flames were huge. Firefighters spraying water into what used to be a home. People don’t realize it isn’t just fire that takes everything. It’s the water damage. Everything was gone.
In that house was a small wooden box with a wolf on it. I had kept for years. Inside were birthday cards and personal things I kept from different times in my life. It sat in the closet. I accepted it was gone. Days later I searched through what was left, soaked debris, ash, broken pieces, but it was nowhere. So I had to let it go.
About a month later, while I was still living out of a hotel, I walked out to my car and opened the trunk. And there it was. My wooden box.
I opened it and everything was inside. Dry. Perfect. Exactly how I left it.
I never put it there. There’s no way my ex would have. It was in the closet the night of the fire. I still remember just standing there in shock, trying to make sense of it.
What sticks with me isn’t just the flames or the chaos. It’s that swing from losing everything to feeling overwhelming gratitude for something so small but incredibly meaningful. Some moments stay with you not because you can explain them, but because you can't.
2007 I lost everything in a house fire at my ex’s home. I got a phone call late at night telling me to rush home, the house had caught fire. My first thought wasn’t about things. It was about the grandmother and my ex girlfriend’s four year old son. When I found out they were safe, I drove as fast as I could, sliding on ice covered roads. Someone even hit me from behind and I told him I couldn’t stay, I had to get home right away.
When I pulled up, it felt unreal. The flames were huge. Firefighters spraying water into what used to be a home. People don’t realize it isn’t just fire that takes everything. It’s the water damage. Everything was gone.
In that house was a small wooden box with a wolf on it. I had kept for years. Inside were birthday cards and personal things I kept from different times in my life. It sat in the closet. I accepted it was gone. Days later I searched through what was left, soaked debris, ash, broken pieces, but it was nowhere. So I had to let it go.
About a month later, while I was still living out of a hotel, I walked out to my car and opened the trunk. And there it was. My wooden box.
I opened it and everything was inside. Dry. Perfect. Exactly how I left it.
I never put it there. There’s no way my ex would have. It was in the closet the night of the fire. I still remember just standing there in shock, trying to make sense of it.
What sticks with me isn’t just the flames or the chaos. It’s that swing from losing everything to feeling overwhelming gratitude for something so small but incredibly meaningful. Some moments stay with you not because you can explain them, but because you can't.
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#20
Years ago, we were driving home from a family member’s house. It was a route we knew well—a long stretch of highway we had taken countless times for our weekly dinner visits. My children were just 3 and 4 years old then. We had recently moved to a property just outside of town, and not long after, some strange things began happening in that house. At the time, though, I tried not to think too much about it. That night, like many others, we were driving home late. I’ve always been someone who watches the sky, especially on those quiet nighttime drives.
I was familiar with the usual flight paths—we saw planes regularly, both day and night—so I knew what was normal. Out of nowhere, my 3-year-old started complaining from the backseat. “Ow… mommy, my head hurts.” I immediately turned my attention to him, asking what was wrong. I even asked my 4-year-old if something had happened—if maybe he had bumped his head or wasn’t feeling well.
But then my son said something that stopped me cold. “Mommy, when they are near, my head hurts.” I asked him, “Who is near?” But just as quickly as it started, he said he was fine again. “It’s okay, my head doesn’t hurt anymore,” and went back to playing with his sister like nothing had happened. I remember thinking how odd that was, but I brushed it off as one of those random things kids say.
I went back to looking out the window—and that’s when I noticed it. At first, it looked like a normal plane far off over the mountain line, following a typical flight path. It was far enough away that it would have taken at least an hour and a half to two hours to reach that area by car.
But then something changed. The lights weren’t normal anymore. Instead of just the standard red and white flashes, they began shifting—blue, red, green—cycling in a way I had never seen before. Then it veered off course, breaking from the usual flight path and turning directly toward us. What happened next felt impossibly fast. Within less than a minute, it closed the distance and flew right over our car. It was low—much lower than any plane should have been—and clearly shaped like a triangle. The colored lights traced along its edges, glowing and shifting as it passed overhead. And then… it was gone. Just like that. In that moment, my son’s words came rushing back to me—“when they are near, my head hurts.” I was left sitting there with a chill running through me… and a whole lot more questions than answers.
I was familiar with the usual flight paths—we saw planes regularly, both day and night—so I knew what was normal. Out of nowhere, my 3-year-old started complaining from the backseat. “Ow… mommy, my head hurts.” I immediately turned my attention to him, asking what was wrong. I even asked my 4-year-old if something had happened—if maybe he had bumped his head or wasn’t feeling well.
But then my son said something that stopped me cold. “Mommy, when they are near, my head hurts.” I asked him, “Who is near?” But just as quickly as it started, he said he was fine again. “It’s okay, my head doesn’t hurt anymore,” and went back to playing with his sister like nothing had happened. I remember thinking how odd that was, but I brushed it off as one of those random things kids say.
I went back to looking out the window—and that’s when I noticed it. At first, it looked like a normal plane far off over the mountain line, following a typical flight path. It was far enough away that it would have taken at least an hour and a half to two hours to reach that area by car.
But then something changed. The lights weren’t normal anymore. Instead of just the standard red and white flashes, they began shifting—blue, red, green—cycling in a way I had never seen before. Then it veered off course, breaking from the usual flight path and turning directly toward us. What happened next felt impossibly fast. Within less than a minute, it closed the distance and flew right over our car. It was low—much lower than any plane should have been—and clearly shaped like a triangle. The colored lights traced along its edges, glowing and shifting as it passed overhead. And then… it was gone. Just like that. In that moment, my son’s words came rushing back to me—“when they are near, my head hurts.” I was left sitting there with a chill running through me… and a whole lot more questions than answers.
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