I’m a teacher. On Friday, I brought home a basket of work to grade. Saturday night, I went to pick up the basket and get started on marking. My husband said “oh yay, it’s not sitting on the chair anymore” and I told him that it wasn’t there for long as I’d just brought it home “last night”. He swore up and down that I had brought it home Thursday night. I told him that was impossible because I packed it up in my classroom during my learning-team meeting on Friday. Plus, the assignment right on top was something that my students hadn’t even done until Friday. He told me that the basket was sitting on the chair all day on Friday because he had to fight with the cat to get her out of it and move it so he could sit in the chair to work, but he decided to leave it and work from the couch instead. He recounted multiple encounters with the cat/basket. I retraced my whole evening perfectly - from leaving work to putting the basket in my car to placing it on the chair. My husband said that I must’ve put the most recent assignment on top Friday evening because he remembered seeing a workbook IN the basket (right on top), basket in the chair. When I went to grab the student papers Saturday, the workbook was under the most recent assignment (the one my students did Friday) - that I vividly remember putting there - on top of the workbook - in the basket on Friday.

We both put “hands to my God” (we’re both in 12-steps, that holds a lot of weight for us) that the way we were remembering it was correct; we just couldn’t reach an agreement.

Then, I remembered a mishap while driving Friday afternoon - I swore that I took an exit but looked up and I was still on the freeway. I chalked it up to spacing out, but it’s also classic sign of a glitch. He told me he had had “nighttime vision” Thursday night that he died. We both got really quiet, and then I looked at him and said “I think one or both of us shifted timelines” and he agreed

I’m a teacher. On Friday, I brought home a basket of work to grade. Saturday night, I went to pick up the basket and get started on marking. My husband said “oh yay, it’s not sitting on the chair anymore” and I told him that it wasn’t there for long as I’d just brought it home “last night”. He swore up and down that I had brought it home Thursday night. I told him that was impossible because I packed it up in my classroom during my learning-team meeting on Friday. Plus, the assignment right on top was something that my students hadn’t even done until Friday. He told me that the basket was sitting on the chair all day on Friday because he had to fight with the cat to get her out of it and move it so he could sit in the chair to work, but he decided to leave it and work from the couch instead. He recounted multiple encounters with the cat/basket. I retraced my whole evening perfectly - from leaving work to putting the basket in my car to placing it on the chair. My husband said that I must’ve put the most recent assignment on top Friday evening because he remembered seeing a workbook IN the basket (right on top), basket in the chair. When I went to grab the student papers Saturday, the workbook was under the most recent assignment (the one my students did Friday) - that I vividly remember putting there - on top of the workbook - in the basket on Friday.

We both put “hands to my God” (we’re both in 12-steps, that holds a lot of weight for us) that the way we were remembering it was correct; we just couldn’t reach an agreement.

Then, I remembered a mishap while driving Friday afternoon - I swore that I took an exit but looked up and I was still on the freeway. I chalked it up to spacing out, but it’s also classic sign of a glitch. He told me he had had a d***m Thursday night that he died. We both got really quiet, and then I looked at him and said “I think one or both of us shifted timelines” and he agreed

I've been in my apartment for almost four years now and the first summer I lived here I noticed how horribly humid it would get in the summer, so I bought a dehumidifier. I have to run the thing nonstop every day from April until the end of October every year, and I empty it almost every single day during that time because it fills up fast.

When I woke up yesterday morning, the first thing I noticed when I went into the kitchen was that the dehumidifier suddenly had a big blue sticker on the front of it. Thinking that maybe one of the kids stuck a sticker on it, I examined it and saw that it was an energy star sticker. Not only that but now there's long strips of tape running down either side of the machine. I examined further and the numbers on the digital screen that used to be faded out are now suddenly looking new again. I meant to clean the little vent screen on the back of it this weekend but when I took it off, it was no longer dirty.

I've been here alone all weekend and really have no logical explanation for any of it, but this isn't the first time something like this happened in this apartment.

I still can't fully comprehend what happened. I was 13. It was just me and my father. The daily routine consisted of me coming home from school, play Xbox or watch TV until Dad comes home around 5 or 6. That day started just like that. Came home from school around 3ish, turned on my Xbox in the living room and played some Halo. I was in the middle of a Halo 3 match when the door bursts open and my Dad comes in. It startled me but my Dad likes to jumpscare me sometimes so it wasn't out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary was I didn't hear his car.

My Dad drove a very loud beamer so I would hear him arriving every time. A sort of heads up. But I didn't hear his beamer. I approach him. "Hey Dad. How was your day?" He beamed. He usually comes home exhausted. "Good. Very good. Boy I am hungry. How about you order us some pizzas." "Sure." I said. Ordering pizza wasn't out of the norm either. "Great. I'm going to change." He says and disappears into his bedroom. Another usual routine. He comes home, changes, and we watch TV together. So switch to cable television and watch some TV. Dad is very picky about his pizza so i was going to order with him. Time passes. I glance over at his bedroom door from time to time. Sometimes he falls asleep. Nothing unusual also. An hour. Then 2. It gets past 7. I grow impatient. I walk towards his bedroom. Knock. No answer. Knock again. Still no answer. I open the door and the room is empty.

I check his bathroom. Also empty. I check the entire house thinking he's going to scare me. But it's just me. Then my phone rings. It's my Dad telling me he's still at work and won't be home for another hour or 2. Now when I told my father about this he said maybe I was dreaming. I wasn't. I don't have such vivid dreams. I wasn't on any medication nor was i taking a nap. I was in the middle of an online match. I heard the door burst open. It startled me. I know what I saw. To this day I still can't comprehend what exactly played out.

I work in the back room at a big box retailer. I started a few months ago, and a petite mousy girl with bright blue hair and pointed features named Alicia worked with me. We started talking a bit, as coworkers do, and she opened up. She had a partner and a son. Life was going well, yada yada. Well, for the last few days, I’ve not seen her. There has been a tall busty girl with blue hair too working in her space. Get this, her name is also Alicia and she has a son. I asked her about the mousy girl today, and she looked at me confused and said she’s been there for ten years. I’ve been trying to figure out when my timeline shifted, and I can FEEL when it happens usually. I repeated instructions to myself over and over about an event at my church. The day of, I drew a blank. It was so weird…it was like I could feel everything change. This was just a few weeks ago. All at once, my mentor is being weird and acting off, this girl is the same but different, it was like a chain reaction all because I forgot that one thing. But I remember feeling the shift in the air.

I’m a professional tarot card reader and so I have my main deck in use a lot. I like to use one specific deck because it’s my favourite and I’ve built up a relationship with it and so some of the cards have alternative meanings just for myself when I read for me.

Anyway, one day I was doing a few readings in a row as video calls. After the call, I always send my clients a photo of their cards and this day was no different. I took a photo as usual and continued onto my next call.

A couple of days later, I was doing an event in a venue and I noticed that two of my cards were missing so I thought that maybe someone had snatched two cards off the top of my deck or that I had dropped them either at home or at this venue. I checked the venue and then at home all around my deck, the floor, the boxes I keep nearby and even under my bed and couch. Nowhere to be found anywhere. At all.

I counted through each card and realised the two that were missing. I cross referenced them with the photo I had taken of my latest readings and found the two of them had last been seen in one reading side by side. The cards were interesting too because one of them was a card that basically boils down to mean “wait and see, something will happen” and the other was a card that I personally use for branding with my tarot business so it always means my business when I read for myself.

It’s been about two weeks now since they went missing and a couple of hours ago I had another video call so I was tidying up a bit so nothing could be seen on camera (we all do it lol). Anyway, as I was putting something away, something underneath it caught my eye. The item in my hand was a bag for some hair curlers that I had literally used two days before so I had been at this exact place in my house because I always keep them there. The thing that had caught my eye before was a sliver of one of the cards halfway underneath another bag.

I immediately grabbed it and both cards were actually stuck together. But I had pretty much torn the place apart looking for these cards so it makes no sense how they could just be out so easy to see. They were basically sticking out! It was so weird.

But what’s even stranger is that when I finished the reading I had just been preparing for, another card went missing after a card I shuffled flung itself out of the deck and knocked it off my table. I searched for it again all over the floor and surrounding areas but couldn’t find it. I thought I might have accidentally gotten it swept up into the deck again so I went through every single card one by one to look for it and couldn’t find it.

Then I had to take the photos of the reading so I got together the cards (it was a few questions so I took a few preliminary photos before I sent my more professional type photo to the client). Since there were so many questions I had put cards back in to shuffle again and ask so not all the cards were out by the end of the reading. That meant I had to go through the deck again to find one or two.

And then I somehow found the card that had just gone missing!

That particular card is my signifier card for me. So it’s like a very targeted message because HOW does this keep happening. I swear this one just materialised from thin air in the deck.

Tl;dr- two cards (one with a personal meaning for my business) went missing after a reading, it was later found in the most obvious and clear to see place despite me looking there numerous times. Then another card (with a personal meaning as “me” in my readings) disappeared before my eyes during a reading for a client. I looked through the deck in case it was there and it was not. Then minutes later I looked again while searching for other cards and it was magically there this time

Last week on Wednesday, I was on my way to university waiting for a bus ride.

When I ride, I was absolutely sure of myself that I sat on the front seats behind the bus driver. The ride from home to uni usually takes 1hr - 1 and a half hour, so there are some rides in which I fall asleep along the ride. So this time I fell asleep because there’s some traffic jam in the area around my town.

However, when I woke up in which the bus finally reached uni, I was shocked waking up sitting on the very back end of the bus. I was so sure myself that I was behind the driver on the front, but I asked the bus conductor, and asked the driver if he can rewind the CCTV footage from when I got into the bus. It also shows I was walking towards the seats on the back.

Next thing I know, another passenger started yelling at me because I was keeping the bus on queue on the stop for too long over these questions so I just got off as if nothing happened. But I swear to myself I was at the front when I got in

So this isn't as strange or at least eery as some stories I've seen here, but it kinda confused me. I went on a walk today in the polders between my city and the next one (i'm Dutch). For reference, this cycling road is quite narrow and has water on both sides of the road with no side roads. While walking on this nearly empty straight road, I get passed by a dad and his daughter. Nothing out of the ordinary, it is a bike road, after all. dad had short hair and glasses, and the daughter had a pink jacket on. A couple hundred meters later, I get passed by them again, the same guy with his kid in the pink jacket. There was no place where I could have passed them, tho.

Something extremely weird happened. I have an electric toothbrush with a detachable head. For the past 3 days I could not find the head. I always keep this on the sink so its impossible to miss or misplace. Finally today after searching all over I'm like, this is it. I'll just use a new one. After I get the new head I turn my head and the old one is right there in its usual place next to the sink.

I'm 100% sure that in those few minutes I checked and rechecked that spot and it wasn't there.

For some context, I am visually impaired. A little while back I dropped my bill reader and it stopped working so I got another one and put it in my purse. Haven’t used it since but when I looked in my purse a couple days ago, I found two working bill readers the other one I swear fully did not work and it was thrown away so now why do I have two working bill readers?

I know this sounds weird as hell, but for years I've had these 2 pairs of fluffy, distinctive patterned socks. 4 socks. 2 different patterns. I know I only had 4 in total because they came as a set. The first pair is fine and still 'normal'. But randomly, there's a third freaking sock of that other pattern. So 5 socks in total. 3 with the same pattern.

Has anything like this happened to anyone else?

This literally just happened and I'm not sure what to do with it. I'm trying to transfer some funds around the interwebs and I need a "debit" card. I have one for my personal bank that I keep in my safe with my checkbook (100% electronic since 1994, simply useful for keeping main banking info). I would never expose that online for something like this - Google Wallet to pay for bs apps, games, etc. I search around my Paypal account to see if there is digital debit card or other online reloadable card I could use. I come to a few deadends.

I check the mail and get my local voting reminder and I go to look for my voter card since I've been gerrymandered to red over the last 2 sessions of state legislature and check the normal places it would be, not there. Check my wallet, it's a hardcase RFID wallet that only fits so many cards, add a dollar that I found while looking for my voter card, and go to close it and it doesn't close properly. I have opened and closed that wallet 4 times today, the last time less than 15 mins ago. It had opened normally and didn't pop open like it was overstuffed so I was confused. I looked thru my cards and there was my personal debit card that had expired in Jan 2026. I had destroyed that card in January 2026 when I got my new one. It was in a credit card pouch that had been thrown out as worn. I have no idea where the card came from and why it was in my wallet. WTAF?

I was approaching the payment counter at a local store. Saw a young lady stand first in the queue, waiting for her turn. Typical older teenager. Black hair, straightened with an iron, quite a bit of makeup and standing tall. The queue was one of those “U” shaped lines. So I entered the queue and waited for my turn; she was still the first in line.

Soon she walked up to the payment counter. Others behind her walked to her adjacent counters.

That’s when it struck me.

This young lady now looked like a 50+ year old woman. Exact same face and facial features. Her hair had visible gray streaks. Her face had far less make up. She had the same clothes. I remember the dress because it was distinctive; like the longer frocks women wore in the 1970s, which on the younger lady looked fashionable.

Now I was looking at a much older version of the same person. Wrinkles on her face. A slight stoop. Same dress. Same hair pattern but with graying strands.

The lady then walked out of the store. Aged. Not the older teenager I had seen literally a minute or so prior.

No, I didn’t confuse her with anyone else. The others in the queue behind her and ahead of me were men.

It’s been over a week. I still can’t believe what I saw. Can’t explain it.

Hello everyone, I just discover this sub and have read through so many interesting stories, some of which are very similar to experiences I have had, which is crazy. However, I do have one that has bothered me since I was a junior in high school. I lived across the street from an AMPM that I used for late night snacks often. One night, when my mom was out of town and my dad was in his usual drunken sleep, I snuck out to get some snacks. When I came home, I discover that my deadbolt lock had somehow locked itself. This didn’t really freak me out. I just assumed my dad in his drunken late night piss stumble somehow saw te front door was unlocked, and he locked it. So I bang on the door, but he doesn’t answer. I got to his bedroom window and bang on the window, and he doesn’t answer. I can actually hear his loud deep sleep snores. So now I’m kinda freaking out, not because of any glitch, but because I’m locked out and it’s like 3 am. So it sit on our front steps kind of debating how I’m going to get in, when I hear the deadbolt lock unlock, like I fucking hear it. So jump up and head in, expecting to see my dad walking away. However, I don’t see him in the living room. So I run to the kitchen to see if maybe he’s getting a drink of water, but he’s not in there either. Now i run to his bedroom, and he is still dead asleep, snoring just as loud as he was when I was scared I wasn’t going to get back in the house. This has always puzzled me. Not sure if this fits, I hope it does.

A couple months back my boyfriend sent the remote control flying off our bed and the back fell off. We both seen the direction the back went in but couldn't be bothered to turn on the light at the time to get it. Except the next day neither of us could find it. And haven't been able to find it. My room was very small and not cluttered, my floor was picked up. We've also moved since then. Today we were over getting the last bit of furniture out and when I stood looking at an empty room it dawned on me that WE STILL DIDNT FIND THE DAMN BACK OF THE REMOTE. At this point theres no way it wouldn't have been found. Losing my mind over it and the inconvenience 😂 my boyfriend was also very perplexed when I pointed this out.

This happened earlier today and I'm still confused.

I was getting ready for work, and I went to grab a t-shirt off the line to wear. I grabbed a t-shirt and looked at it. However, the t-shirt I had grabbed was identical to the t-shirt that I had worn yesterday and was currently in the bathroom, waiting to be washed. I went into the bathroom and picked up the t-shirt that was on the pile to compare them, and they were identical.

I know I only bought one t-shirt and now I have two. I asked my mum how many of those t-shirts I had and she only remembers one too. I did manage to take a photo of both those t-shirts side by side.

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My brain is still refusing to accept it but I have no clue where it came from. I was crocheting and used up all the 3 stitch markers I had and wished I had one more. I didn't. I put away my crochet project and picked it up after a while. There was a stitch marker on the sofa. So i assumed I didnt put the stitch marker on the project and picked up my project and lo and behold it was in the project. Now I have 2 stitch markers that look exactly the same. I don't know which one is the duplicate. All i know is that I didn't have 2 before. I'm still very confused.

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Around 9.30pm. I was alone between a kitchen counter and the fridge. I had closed the fridge door 2-3 seconds ago. A big drop of water lands on my forearm and splashes to my watch. Ok my forearm it looked like 1.5" in diameter. The gypsum ceiling looks dry, I climb the counter and touch the ceiling, it feels dry all across. A light rain was over hours ago. There are no cracks on the ceiling. Windows closed.

All my life I have felt tiny water droplets occasionally falling on my arms. I even posted about it some months ago asking if somebody had that experience too. It has happened while indoors, sometimes driving. I had explained it away by a hyperactive brain, or drops coming out of the AC vents in the car.

This time it was real

I was awoken this morning by a loud ripping and crunching. I roll out of bed to find my bunnies having the time of their life playing with a 5ft long sheet of brown packing paper. This sheet is huge, and absolutely was not in my house before I went to bed.

I will usually give them the paper to play with after getting an Amazon delivery. I haven't had any deliveries in over a week. My house is small (~800 sq ft), and the only other resident is my 8th grader. We did a "full house clean" on Saturday, and this would have been found if it was hiding somewhere.

The matrix favored my rabbits, I just wish it didn't happen before my alarm clock usually woke me up.

For a while in high school, I was horrendously bad at finding my way around the school to the point that it would make me late to class sometimes. So eventually I started actually trying to memorize the layout of the place. My school is laid out from north to south: on the first floor, the gym is on the south end while the auditorium is on the north end. On the second floor, the treadmills/exercise area is on the south end (directly above the gym) with all of the English classrooms on the north end.

One morning, me and a friend were in the library before school started and then proceeded to walk to class, walking south towards the area with the treadmills, going down the stairs and then ending up next to the auditorium. My brain took note of this; that these two locations were on the same end of the school.

But later that day, I was trying to get to the gym and, thinking it would be directly down the stairs from the english classroom, I ended up getting completely lost. Because this time the school was laid out how it was supposed to be - the treadmills above the gym, and the english room above the auditorium. I had somehow memorized an entirely wrong layout of the school.

Which leads me to wondering, what the hell happened that morning? I’ve never understood how I went down the stairs at the south end of the school and suddenly ended up on the north end. I’ve had some really weird stuff happen in my life but this is the biggest instance I’ve had of experiencing a full-on “glitch”.

And if you were wondering, my friend was indeed also confused about what happened that morning, though they kind of brushed it off as just misremembering. But I‘m sure we weren’t misremembering due to the fact that I tried to memorize an entirely wrong layout of the school.

Just stumbled across this subreddit and figure it's the perfect place to get some input.

I'll start by saying that I grew up visiting my grandparents in a more secluded part of the West Coast, and I've seen some weird things in the sky. This was a little different. I was 18 years old, and I brought my best friend to the beach with me during the summer and we stayed with my grandparents for awhile.

One night, we're both on the beach watching the sunset. We're sitting up in the dunes, looking at the sky. It's perfectly clear; a rare occurrence there. The moon is high and bright. The sun has passed below the horizon, but there is still some lingering daylight.

Then all of the sudden, the moon disappears right in front of my face. Gone from the sky even though it had been there just a second ago. I'm baffled, but before I can say anything, it's back again. Right where it was before.

Naturally, I thought my eyes had played a trick on me. Of course the moon didn't briefly disappear. That defies all that I know and logic itself. I don't say anything to my friend.

But then she turns to me, a stunned look on her face that mirrored the unease I had just felt, and says these exact words, "Did you just see the moon glitch?"

No clouds. Nothing passing over it. Unobstructed view. And if she hadn't said anything, I would have brushed it off. I felt chills.

Has anyone ever experienced anything like this before? I have delved into possible scientific explanations but obviously could not find one. I would love to hear if anyone has similar stories.

Edit: I want to make something extra clear since reading comprehension seems to be a little lacking from some comments. It was not dark yet. There was still lingering daylight, like I said up above, from the sun.

This morning I found an USB-C type charging cable in the middle of my bedroom floor, it's one of those with the rough fabric cord which I own none of, as well as both ends of the charger being the C port.

I asked all of my friends who have visited my house recently and none of them claim it as theirs and I'm so confused as to where it came from, it definitely wasn't there yesterday and it's definitely not mine because I've never seen this one before.

I am so confused..

I live up Northern New England, and by this time of year, especially the further up you go, foliage is already pretty intense and you it’s pretty wild that not even a month after the last day in August you get the distinct feeling that it’s been fall for a longgg time.

Anyway, I was out on a hike, probably close to a mile in the woods off a logging road, and the temperature was cool enough I had a hoodie on, pants etc. It wasn’t raining raining, but it was gray and wet and drops of water falling every so often.

About 45 minutes into my hike, without paying attention, I all of the sudden got an overwhelming flash of heat, and stopped to take my hoodie off, which is when I looked around and everywhere around me there was no foliage but everything was alive and bright green and looked like was being preserved and that despite Fall having affected every other part of the forest, this weird patch seemed like it was still summer? No foliage, dry, and everything was green and alive and vibrant. At first I actually thought I might have been hallucinating, but definitely was not.

I made note of the area and kept walking til I got to the pond I was planning on going to and at the end of the day when I was heading back, despite retracing my path back I couldn’t find that spot again?? I didn’t think anything of it but the more I do the more I feel like I stepped through something, or into something. It was wild and I have no idea what it was….

During this summer less than a month a go i went to a festival all by myself during a festival and I rented a Room in an Hotel for a week, This hotel had very small Rooms with only a Bathroom.

Other thing to know is that there is a cleaning service that works during the aftermoon, but in case someone does not want the cleaning staff, or any other authorized person to enter the room. theres a “Please Do not enter” sign that you can attach Which can be attached to the outside handle of the room’s front door.

Now I don't trust strangers, even tho those people were the cleaning staff doing their job, i don’t really trust them to leave them walk inside my room while in out knowing they would touch my things. You never know who might steal your wallet without you knowing. As result i left the PDNE sign outside my door all the time even during my time outside at the festival. So that the cleaning staff could clean it After i was gone.

During my 5th day i woke up, left my room to and went to have breakfast, after that i went back to my room, it was the same way it was before, untill all of a sudden i noticed a TV attached to my room’s wall. A TV standing in front of my bed that I swear i have never saw before, not even that day when i woke up, how was it possible?? surprised i called one of the hotel worker and asked about it, but he said there was nothing wrong or changed, claiming that the TV was Always there and that theres one in every single rooms (i didn’t see the other rooms, so i can’t be sure of it).

After that I had a thouth that someone entered my room while i was out for breakfast. I looked at my stuff and lugage, making sure nothing was missing, but everything was pretty much the same, the bed was undone the same way i left it, even my Wallet was till filled and had the same money. i also looked behinde the TV and noticed it was attached the wall with screws and connected to electrical wires coming out of the wall. I was out for like 20 or 30 minutes, im not an engeneer or anything but higlhi doubt someone could have entered that room and built that TV in such a breif timing, what is going on??

Its impossible for me to Not notice that TV on the wall during my 5 nights of resting there, cause the bed its litteraly in front of it and theres nothing even to Cover it. What is going on?? I never belived into paranormal things, but this is very strange.

During one of my years in school, I had a science class as my first period and we had to put our work in folders, turn them in at the end of each quarter, and get new ones (4 folders throughout the year). I always got green folders, because science is green. I also always wrote on the folders in sharpie "[Name] Per. 1 Science".

At the end of the year, we got the folders handed back. When I got mine back, they were all blue, and my sharpie writing was still on them exactly as I had written on them.

This has perplexed me for years as I've looked back on it, I have no clue as to how this could have happened. I have a strong memory and know for a fact I bought them all as green.