Dreams, Doppelgangers, and Disappearing Objects
Life is full of odd little moments that can’t be pinned on ghosts, ghouls, goblins or other supernatural creatures. The folks at Reddit refer to these strange events as “glitches in the Matrix,” and have taken to sharing their bizarre experiences online. Here are a few of their stories.
Grade School Doppelganger
“This happened to me in third grade, and it scared me so much I started crying and had to go to the office to talk to the principal about it. I was in the hallway for misbehaving, and my neighbor Tad (a year younger than me) came walking out of a class to my right, passed in front of me and headed down some stairs. We said “hi” to each other. About 20 seconds later, he walked out of the same class, passed in front of me, and headed down the stairs. I just stared at him, confused and afraid, and he looked back like ‘why the f are you looking at me like that’”
The Overseer
“At 12 years of age my mom let me stay in the truck as she went grocery shopping. As I wait I see an old Guy walking towards the truck with an indescribable look at me as if I know too much. he stops 5 feet from the truck looks at me for a couple seconds and heads back the exact way he came. it was rather traumatic for some reason and very confusing at that age. 5-6 years later my dad was showing me home videos of us at Yellowstone. At old faithful I noticed the same Guy, same look, same clothes peering at us on camera and at me through the TV. I’m freaked out just telling this.”
Invisible Wall (and Driver)
“I was driving down the highway, about to make a right at a red light. No one next to me. As I am about to turn I hear crushing metal, terrible, terrible noises, I look over and it looks as if this red car drove into a wall. There was nothing even near him. His front end was completely smashed in. Like there was an invisible wall. I got out of the car to help the person (It was lightly smoking, or it could have just been steam) and no one was in the car.”
Basement Dweller
“I used to work in a building that had three levels of sub-basements, with the piece of lab equipment I typically worked on in the lowest basement. I had the only key. There was a wired phone in there, and I did work late some nights… but not this night.
I was sleeping alone in my apartment when I woke up to a call on my cell phone from my girlfriend at 3 AM, she was in hysterics and asking why I scared her. Apparently she received a call from that basement phone just a minute earlier, with someone who sounded like me slowly repeating her name, until crackling and fading out. My apartment was 10 miles away from work. I thought she was lying, but I saw the 3 AM call from the basement phone logged on her cell myself.”
A Different Point of View
“About two years into my relationship with my GF (we’ll call her Susan), I had a dream about my ex. Dream went like this:
I was in my room (at my mother’s house, where I lived at the time) slamming my ex. Balls to the wall sexing it up. I knew I was cheating on Susan, but didn’t care. So in the middle of it, I look over to the window (which you can see the back porch from) and Susan is there, watching us, crying and mortified. I then woke up.
I thought it was a weird dream, but dismissed it. A few days go by and Susan and I are hanging out in my room. She brings up this weird dream she had a few days prior, and describes my exact dream except from her POV looking through the window.”
The Case of the Missing Cigarettes
“I was walking up a hill in Portland Oregon and found a pack of American Spirits on the ground, only missing two. A week later in San Francisco CA, I bought a pack of American Spirits, and after smoking two I put the pack in the inside pocket of my jacket. Next time I went to smoke the pack was gone.”
The Photographer
“I knew a woman who was camping alone in the Canadian wilderness. When she got her photos developed, there were pictures of her in her sleeping bag. One of the creepiest stories I have ever heard.
“Pop” Corn
“I was eating popcorn in front of the TV and dropped a piece. When it should have hit the ground, I heard a faint “pop” noise. My mom was a stickler about messes, so I looked all over, under the couch, under the TV stand, everywhere, and couldn’t find that popcorn.
About a year later, I’m watching TV again, and I hear the same faint “pop”. I look down, and right between my feet, is a freshly popped kernel of popcorn. I picked it up, and it was still warm. I’d been sitting there for at least an hour, and there was nobody else in the room.”
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