I just remembered this event that happened to me over a decade ago that I can share here. I went to Target to get some new shorts for work. I was wearing a long maxi tiered skirt and singlet into the store. I found a pair of shorts I wanted to try, and headed to the change room. I took off my maxi skirt, and left in on the floor next to me, while I tried on the shorts. All of this while facing the mirror obviously so I’ve got full view of the room. I’m done with trying on the shorts, go to pick up my skirt and it’s GONE. I can’t find it anywhere. There is a small gap between the next change room and mine so after wracking my brain on it, decided it got dragged under the next room and stolen. But wouldn’t I have seen it getting dragged under?? I’m standing in front of the mirror the whole time seeing everything in the room. I was so damn perplexed about this event..

My roommate was stuck outside the gate and his key wouldn’t turn the lock. I came out with my own key, and it wouldn’t open from my side either.

I told him, “I don’t know. I can’t get out open either.” And then - he had his key in his hand, and I had my key in my hand, and I swear we both watched the clunky metal mechanism move all by itself, in one smooth easy silent slide to unlock the gate all by itself.

This just happened thirty minutes ago and we are both still stunned. I can’t focus on my work now, because the scene keeps replaying in my mind. What the heck just happened!?

Before I get into the post, I'd like to say I am not just missing or imagining things. I am constantly hyperaware of my surroundings and pay attention to every little detail of whatever I'm focusing on, it's a bit of a curse and I wish I could turn it off. There are lots of things that I thought was some supernatural bullshit before I thought or talked about it and realized that it was just me mistaking something for something else or whatever.

I've been working at a fast food chain for 2 and a half years now, working part time before i graduated and full time now and during previous summers. I've seen a lot of things that absolutely do not make sense. I'm gonna start with more minor things and work my way up to bigger things.

Customers exclusively come in waves. The restaurant is right next to a busy major interstate freeway, with a few casinos and malls around it. The traffic around our restaurant never stops, it's either a lot of cars or bumper to bumper cars out to the interstate. So, you'd think that it'd be a random amount of customers depending on how much traffic there is. If only. Customers come in waves, usually 3 or 5 at a time. Outside of the early morning, it is NEVER just one customer, unless it's one of our regulars. The 'NPC's as some cynical zoomers might say only only only come in waves like it's fucking plants versus zombies. I'll have a story about this later in the post.

The customers that come in these waves are usually completely illogical, both in appearance and in their actions. Think like, an old white lady in the drivers seat, a 12 year old in the passenger seat, and a middle aged black dude in the back. completely random selections of people every time. And they are NEVER happy. No amount of good customer service will ever make them not irritated and passive aggressive. Unless we are slammed with customers I maintain good customer service and a cheery voice, I say hello when they get to the window and communicate with them and tell them to have a great day, basically I do a lot more than I have to and more than most other fast food employees. Still, I'd say 9/10 customers are entirely displeased with me at all times, sometimes they will clearly go out of their way to piss me off.

One of the oddest things that can happen is when they "get lost". This usually happens in the rare occurrence when only one customer shows up: A customer gets to the menu, irritatedly orders an expensive and complex order, I tell them to come to the second window, and then... nothing. We have a CCTV camera routed to a monitor that let's us always see what's going on in the drive thru. The drive thru is enclosed with high curbs on both sides, and beyond that there's a chain link fence on one side and either trees and shrubbery or the restaurant itself on the other. You watch them pull from the menu and further into the drive thru and then they just... don't show up. If they backed out, I'd see them, and if I didn't see them, they'd hit the weight plate under the menu and I'd get a beep on my headset. There is absolutely no way to get out of that drive thru short of driving by the window where we'd see or hear you or backing out by the menu where we'd see or hear you. This happens atleast once a month.

The customers act completely different depending on who's working. It is absolutely bizarre and everyone has noticed this. It is completely calibrated to piss whoever is on the headset off the most. I have learned to keep a cool and detached state of mind as to not get too mad or frustrated with this job. The more frustrated you get, the more you feed into the drive thru things. There's a night manager who's worked here for 16 years with anger management issues that will actively make something to be pissed off about if there isn't any reason to be mad. When he comes into work, we IMMEDIATELY get swarmed by a constant barrage of pissed off customers the entire time he's here. Me and another manager who are in tune with all this spiritual bullshit enjoy very quiet and relaxed days relative to what others go through, simply by working with the knowledge that our suffering and irritation is their goal. The other day my parents called me to tell me my foster kitten had died and as my mood went from good to bad we immediately got swarmed with customers for hours as I was choking back tears. They will change their demeanor, demographic, and orders to adapt to whoever is working.

One time my boyfriend was working the drive thru late at night and a lady came through and ordered a #9 medium. Then, immediately after, the same lady orders a #9 small, as if it was the exact same voice clip but with a different ending. At the window, it was the exact same lady. like, complete doppelgangers. What made me really start losing it and inspired me to write this all out was when i started to count how many voices were at the menu and how many heads showed up to the window. Sometimes they'll get to the menu and it's this off cacophony of voices that I call "the mumbles" that eventually focuses in on one of the 20 different voices they'll use. Or very clearly 2 people will order or there will be others talking in the car and only one person shows up to the window.

Their behavior directly correlates with the Schumann resonance. I pay near constant attention to the Schumann as it affects me very directly every day, and when weird stuff happens with it the customers start FREAKING out. All this nonsensical bullshit gets turned up to 11 immediately.

Sometimes I wonder if this is known by the people who run these franchises. we make more money and get more customers than any other restaurant this side of the state and still they constantly demand we cut employees, they never fix anything, they make nonsensical rules that seemed maximized to cause us employees suffering. I think this place is a farm, and I am NOT one of the farmers. it only makes logical sense under the framework of causing me and the other employees as much distress as possible to farm loosh

So, I've had things disappear and reappear on me way later; in a weird sort of way, before. But this one took the cake for being the most weird event ever, due to the fact that the phone temporarily vanished both physically and off the GPS map.
The day it happened, I was in my house alone and had not left at all. I was wearing a hoodie with the big front pocket. That morning I was running up and down the stairs between two levels of the apartment, doing some tasks. I was on my phone actively texting my friend about some plans to meet later. Since I was checking it frequently, I was keeping it in the front pocket of my hoodie. I texted my friend, pocketed my phone and went downstairs to check on my laundry. I did that, then wondered if my friend had replied, and went to grab my phone.
It wasn't in my pocket. I was sure I'd just pocketed it, but maybe I forgot, and put it down somewhere?
I thoroughly checked all of the 3 rooms I'd been in, the last few hours, assuming it was just me being forgetful. Nope. Checked again, and no. So I open my laptop and type "google find my phone"
(if you've linked your device, it will show the exact location using GPS and let you remotely lock it if lost/stolen, or make it ring. I use the ringing to locate it all the time when I misplace it in my home).
I do this, and google says "cannot locate device." I don't think anything of it, and I refresh and try again. Same result. I try this a few more times, and it keeps saying "cannot locate device." Which is weird, because thats never happened before, my phone was charged, I was literally just using it, wifi connection was stable (although it uses GPS anyway so that shouldn't matter) and I hadn't left my house. I can't make it ring because the device couldn't be reached.
I check the rooms again, and nothing. I get this feeling it's just *gone*...
Since there's nothing I can do, I decide to give up for a bit. Maybe 15 minutes later, I see an update to the map on my laptop, showing the phone as being in my house. The same second, I hear it start to ring. I run over to the room it is in, and it's right on the countertop of the room I'd checked a bunch of times. In the most obvious, impossible to miss, spot.
What the heck?

So, I was walking to work and found a little Wendy's fries holder on the sidewalk, would be a pretty normal ocurrence if I didn't live in Brazil. There are no Wendy's here, specially in where I live, and the people who live around don't have the best financial condition to travel to the US, even if they were to travel there I find it hard to believe they would bring trash as a souvenir, just to let it on the sidewalk eventually.

Never saw anything Wendy's related around here again, and most of the people I tell about this don't even know what a Wendy's is. Kinda crazy and i don't really know how to explain it.

This sub just popped up on my feed and weirdly coincides with this bizarre scenario. So I attended a family funeral last week attended by Uncles, Aunties and cousins I haven't seen for years some decades.

I saw my cousin he is a director of a communication company I havent seen him for maybe a decade. The last time I saw him also a funeral he owned a distinctive cream coloured Bentley with red interior I remember talking to him at length about it and vividly remember 2 of my brothers being their for the conversation the same 2 were also at this recent funeral.

I asked him if he still Owned his Bentley and he looked confused and said he has NEVER owned one in his life only Jaguars which he was indeed driving on that day. I was confused but didn't push it later I asked my brothers thinking my cousin frankly was lying (he's a bit of a flash Harry type character) they also said they have no idea what im talking about despite the fact I can recall us all talking around the bloody car clear as day its a very distinctive car!

I thought maybe it was a different person possibly until I remembered my cousin gave me his business card by the car and also one the other day I dug out the old card I have with all my business cards and they are identical.... so wtf is going on? I can't stop thinking of this was this a parallel universe or what?

I went shopping for my husband for a pouch he can use for his new trimmer and attachments. As I was looking through the bags that was next to the travel sized items and I picked up one black bag that was fairly cheap. I opened it looked inside and there was white crumpled up paper in it, zipped it back and continued looking in a different area to see if I could find something else.

When I exhausted my efforts and have not moved this bag from my hands at all, or picked anything else up for that matter, I went to unzip the bag again...but I couldn't. It had a plastic tab holding the zipper in place so you couldn't open it, but I had just opened this same bag a few minutes prior. I stared at the bag for a good few seconds before deciding "F it! I'm getting it!" I bought went to my truck took the tab off and lo and behold, white paper.

Now I'm sitting in the truck wondering what the F just happened and had to share this with everyone. Just a mind perplexing situation...

Found this sub by chance and wanted to share a real oddball occurrence. It has been about 6 years since this happened, but it has stuck with me.

I put on a pair of jeans from my closet, and pushed my hand down in to the pocket as I would normally do. In my left pocket I feel a piece of paper, and pull out an old concert ticket stub…from 1993. I was never at this event, I have never been to Ohio (I looked up the Ervin J Nutter Center), I don’t listen to Lenny Kravitz. It’s not entirely odd for me to find old receipts in my pockets, I don’t wash my jeans all too often (judge me all you want), but this was bizarre. The jeans are mine, I don’t share clothes, they weren’t bought from a thrift store, or any other logical situation I could think of to why this appeared. Frankly even if any of those aspects were the case, it would STILL be incredibly strange—this is a random ticket from over 20 years ago.

Pic of the ticket. https://ibb.co/T4NY4RB

This happened to me two weeks ago.

I worked that week at barn near my house. I have only 6 kilometers or 3.7 miles to drive there. I drive Kymco MXU 50cc. So it's really slow🥲. That day I worked evening shift so my work ended late. We got our work done at 9.30pm. I had promised to visit my friend who lived near that barn. Everything went normally until I left my friend's house at 10pm.

When I left it was really dark already(Finland🥲)so I didn't see really far. But I have driven that road so many times that I know it really well. There is another barn on my route. I always check if I can see cows on field next to road. From my friend's house to point where you can see barn's lights over fields and thanks to those lights at barn, you can see whole barn, is 1,5 km or 0.93 miles. And for me it takes about 2 minutes to drive that.

When I left I got to that barn in two minutes as I should and I drove past two houses really close to the road just before barn. You can't drive past them without noticing. I checked if some cows were close to road and there was two. I saw them little bit when my headlights illuminated their white hair. Then I continued my drive normally.

UNTIL. 10 minutes went and I didn't get to one uphill almost immediately after barn. Then I saw those barn lights again after one turn. I drove past those two houses and that barn again. And those cow fields. There was those two cows again. And after that I got normally to that uphill and rest of that drive to home went normally with no problems.

I'm still really confused what happened. I wasn't tired because my sleep schedule was so that I were up really late and slept for long. So it's not from tiredness.

(Edit: small typos corrected)

My favorite hoodie has been missing for 3 weeks or so. My apartment is very neat and organized. No laundry piled up. Kids' rooms are clean as a whistle. Nothing under beds.

I searched my place top and bottom. A friend who was over did the same. No hoodie.

I remembered taking it out of my locker at work. Try as I might, I couldn't definitively remember taking it inside. But I walk home from work. It's a 7 minute walk. I don't stop anywhere. I grab my things from my locker and just go. So I've been very confused about how the hoodie could be lost.

Yesterday morning, I get up, and my hoodie is under my bed. Under the corner of the bed in the middle of the room, not any of the corners touching walls.

I'd looked under my bed. Repeatedly. So had my friend. I've vacuumed the entire room, including under the bed, since the hoodie's disappearance. There's no way it's been under there and I haven't seen it.

I feel crazy and confused.

So this all happened like two days ago and I'm still getting chills thinking about it. I'm at work right and I'm losing everything that day like my keys, badge, phone you name it. I'm having a real off day and everyone is telling me they can notice lol I'm able to find everything else except my badge. It's a whole ordeal I gotta tell my supervisor and he's telling me I gotta call our higher ups so they can disactivate it blah blah blah I'm stressed and overwhelmed at this point so Im like fuck it I accept its lost let's just move forward with disabling it and get in the process of getting a new one I guess. I felt defeated af after searching for it for hours. So it's disactivated now and I got a temp badge and I'm back at our building doing a 360 outside looking for it in the last place I remembered using it. So this is where it gets weird....I go to grab my temp badge from my pocket to badge in at a door and boom my original one is sitting right there in my pocket as well like it never disappeared in the first place -_- I was like wtf Im effing losing my mind. I got chills like a mf because I checked every pocket I have like a bijillion times so I was so confused how that could have happend. This led me to Google if anyone had similar experiences to my glitch and I'm happy I found this reddit page and I'm not the only one going thru these unusual events

This happened less than 2 hours ago.

I’m cleaning out a bin of photos and found two 5x7” duplicate pics of my FIL and MIL—I snapped the pic of them walking on the sidewalk, sometime in early 2021. Later that year my MiL passed.

I took one of the photos and inserted it on a photo holder that has two prongs (it’s kinda flimsy, with coiled wire for slipping photo on). The other prong held a different pic of my late mil.

These photos were on an entryway shoe cabinet. Maybe 30 min after I added the photo, I walked past and heard paper fall. I wasn’t too surprised to see that the photo was gone and so figured it had slipped behind the shoe cabinet.

I’ve cleared the surfaced pulled out the cabinet, and looked through all of the narrow bins. It’s not totally full. Nothing’s stuck to the back. The photo I just added is gone! The other photo is still in place.

I’ve conducted this search 3 times already. How did a 5x7 photo fall off a cabinet and disappear? My husband searched, too, and nothing. I still have the duplicate in a bin and no sign of the one that vanished.

Not sure if this belongs here, but I'll give it a shot. Last night my husband and I went to dinner. He's a bit of a jokester so he likes to hide my things or move them around. As we get to the restaurant, I noticed he wasn't wearing his glasses and I commented on them. He pulled them out of his shirt pocket and laughed.

On to after sitting down. I was looking at his glasses and commented they were his old ones and asked if he was trying to be funny. He insisted they were his new ones he's had for two years. I then took my glasses off and noticed they were my old ones as well, that I hadn't worn for three years at this point. I started questioning him and asking him why he would do that.

But he insisted he didn't do anything. I spent the better part of ten minutes trying to get him to confess, finally realizing to pull out my phone and look through the selfies and pictures with him.

Wouldn't you know it? He was right.

Whay the heck happened?

Hi everyone! Longtime lurker, fascinated by all things glitchy. Anywho, here's what JUST happened to me.

Some brief context: I am a bit of an artist (or at least I try) and am currently painting the windows next to a friend's front door in a Halloween theme so that she has a little more privacy when people are at the front door. This is my 3rd day on this project, almost done.

Okay, here goes. So to start I am of fully sound mind. It is 10:32 am as I write this and it happened about 5 minutes ago. I have only had a small breakfast and one cup of coffee. I only say this to speak to my level headedness and awareness. I am now at my friend's house trying to wrap up my painting.

I dip my paintbrush into more paint and go to apply it to the window. There was a heavy amount of paint on the brush and as the brush makes contact with the window a chickpea sized glob of navy blue paint drops. As I watch the drop leave the paintbrush it is like everything slows down in slow motion and I have the time to think to myself "oh, sh**, I'll have to clean this up". I look down to the concrete floors and there is no splat of paint to be found.

I inspect the surrounding floor, my own self, the window pane that I was painting, my chair.. I inspect every possible surface that this drop of paint could have conceivably and inconceivably landed on and it is nowhere to be found. After my search was ended with inconclusive results I said to myself, "neat", and came here to share. Excited to see what you all think!

Edit: Update (2 days later); there is no paint splatter to be found! The painting has been finished. The clothes that I was wearing have been inspected. The floors have been scrubbed (I may have accidentally dropped another dollop or two of paint, which did land on the floor as expected). I am at a loss! This is easily the most difficult to argue experience that I've had which aligns with the "glitch" phenomenon--right before my eyes!

Happy living!

I got home really late, more than an hour past midnight, so I decided to order myself a pizza around 1:55 am on JustEat. The app said it’d be delivered by 2:45 am.

I was feeling super tired, so I set my alarm for 2:40 am and took a quick nap. The alarm went off and woke me up, but there were no updates in the app. So, I called the restaurant, and after they confirmed my order, I waited another 17 minutes before heading down to the front door to grab the pizza. The delivery guy handed it over, saying, “Long day, huh?” and I just laughed and said, “Yeah, tell me about it!” before heading back inside.

I ate my pizza and nachos while watching Dandadan, episode 4. I remember it was 3:43 on my phone when I finished. Since it was almost 4 am, I decided to set my alarm for at least four hours later. I went to the restroom. But when I checked my phone, a few minutes after finishing my business, the lock screen said 1:43. I checked Google, my analog watch, my laptop, smartwatch, tablet, even my kitchen timer — everything said 1:43.

I honestly wouldn’t have thought much of it if I hadn’t set the alarm and checked my phone before bed. Here’s a screenshot I took 30 min ago: https://ibb.co/qsxhwH3

As you can see, it was not 3:40 yet.

If anyone has any idea how this could’ve happened, I’d be grateful.

All of my electronics have USB-C charging ports except for my Kindle and a wireless JBL speaker that both use the outdated (and shitty) Micro-USB. A short, 3" micro-usb BRIGHT ORANGE charging cord came with the speaker, which was perfect, because my long, gold micro-usb charger for my kindle had taken a shit. So, this orange JBL one (that has JBL engraved on it, by the way) is the only one I use to charge the speaker and my Kindle. I just used it to charge my Kindle last Friday before my trip to Kansas. Anyways, my speaker battery was low today, so I went into the drawer in my kitchen where I keep my charging cords. The orange JBL cord is my only micro-USB cord, yet today, I pull it out, and it's no longer a micro-USB, but a USB-C cord like the rest of my chargers. I own no other JBL products where I'd have an additional JBL charger. This charger was in the designated spot in my charging drawer for the speaker/Kindle charger. I have been the only one home all week. This is impossible.

This story is a bit confusing, so I'll try to simplify the events as much as possible.

One day, I went to spend a weekend with some friends at another friend’s house, which was in a very isolated spot in the middle of the forest, in a village in the Portuguese countryside.

It was a get-together among friends, so we had some alcoholic drinks, but it was still early in the night, so no one was drunk yet. In the middle of the hangout, a friend and I decided to go for a walk in the area and take some Polaroid photos, playing a bit with the flash in the dark. The only access to my friend’s house was through a dirt road, so to reach the main road, we had to walk along that dirt path, taking photos along the way.

When we reached the main road, we decided to turn left and follow a street that led into a residential area. As soon as we entered that side road, we came across a house that caught both of our attention, not because there was anything visibly wrong with it, but it felt like the aura of the house hit us both. We looked at each other and said exactly that—that the house had a strange energy. We ignored it and kept walking along a path with a few curves. After walking for about 30 minutes, we started seeing a familiar structure, a bridge that was very close to the entry of the side road we initially chose.

We were a bit confused because it felt like we had made a 360º turn and ended up back at the starting point. With this realization, we decided to head back to the house, as the atmosphere was getting a bit strange and confusing XD.

The next day, at the end of the day, we decided to go for another walk at night, doing the exact same route as the night before. We followed exactly the same path, passed by the mysterious house, and decided to take a photo to remember the moment (considering that we’d taken several other photos along the way). As we moved forward, our perspective of the path seemed very different from the previous day—this time, there were no leftward curves, and it looked like there were more bushes. Then, out of nowhere, we realized that the road led to a giant asphalt slope going up to the top of the village and into another residential area. Once again, we were confused by what was happening, and without panicking, we decided to calmly turn back and head home.

When we got back to the house, we looked through all the photos we’d taken during the walk, and to our amazement, the photo of the mysterious house was the only one that came out completely black. There could very well be a technical explanation for this, but if it was a coincidence, it was a very well-planned one, hahahah.

For me, the strangest part of this experience was the fact that both of us—not just one—were experiencing these events and these sudden shifts in perspective. And of course, when we got back to my friend’s house, we immediately told everyone what had happened, but neither of us could tell the story coherently, and I'm sure they just thought we were starting to go crazy.

Well, I’m not sure if this story fits well in this subreddit, but aside from a glitch, there aren’t many other explanations, hahahaha.

Last night, I was sorting through my socks. I have one bright orange pair. I remember thinking how bright they are compared to the other socks, and how a green sock from the same package has no pair.

A moment later, I started sorting socks from the hamper. Suddenly I found the same pair of socks there. I looked in the bag where I put the socks earlier, but the orange ones had disappeared. I'm absolutely sure I sorted them out. I only have one pair of those socks.

My boyfriend says I remember it wrong or my brain just glitched somehow, but it seems impossible. Did anything similar happen to others here?

A couple of weeks ago I was at the beach and got taken out by a wave. I was wearing sticky bra inserts under my bathing suit. When I got out of the water I only had one of the inserts left. I looked and around and tried to find it but it was no where to be found. I drove home and took the one that I had in out and left it in my bathroom. The next morning I was on Amazon about to buy another pair and walked into the bathroom to find the one that I had presumably lost sitting on the nightstand in my hallway. It had shells and sand all over it. I know for a FACT I lost it and that it was never in my possession after I left the beach. Weird.

Hello!

I have experienced something weird today at the supermarket. I was standing at the checkout and I noticed a man right behind me. I dont really know, if he had put something on the cash register tape, but i suppose he didnt.

When I was done paying my stuff, I went for the exit but then I noticed this man walking outside of the store.

I guess while I payed (I bought only 3 things and it took at max. 15-20 seconds), he went right past me and walked quite fast to the exit but I doubt it is possible to go that fast. Well either he ran or he had a twin shopping at the inside. Also, yes, it could be that I was kinda lost in my thoughts and I didnt notice him sqeezing past right behind me but it seems unlikely, since when i stood at the checkout, i was turned slightly to the front so I would have seen him. He really would have moved past me when I payed but thats a little fast.

Please write your ideas!

I posted this years ago. But I still think about it. As I don't understand why or what happened considering I'm well, still here. In 1991 me and my then GF were at a busy intersection outside of town on a state road intersection where there is a traffic light. 4 way light basically. We get to the road. The crossway traffic is plentiful, wouldn't say like city traffic, but a very high traffic county/state road. We get to the light. It turns red. I stop for the Red light. We see cars, semis, trucks etc crossing through going about 65 mph. We probably wait for about 2 minutes and the light changes to Green for us to go through. My intention is to go straight across the busy intersection. Because of what happens after, I remember vividly that I put my foot on the accelerator to go forward. I was a young kid then 16. I wasn't afraid to gun it. So I accelerated what I would call, almost a burnout where I could leave tire marks. I had a Cobra at the time. Anyway, I remember accelerating, but the thing is, I did not move. 1 second later, A Semi blasts through the intersection. (running the red light) going probably 65. It comes inches from hitting my car. My car seemed to like accelerate, but only at a crawl. Even though I remember pretty much gunning it! We just sat there in shock as the SEMI nearly hit me. And while we sit there almost in the middle of intersection, we just looked at each other, not saying anything, just in shock and knowing how lucky we were.

The engine itself was not Stalled. I was able to accelerate normally and go along my way. I felt lucky my car magically didn't accelerate at the inopportune time where I would have been instantly killed for sure getting hit broadside. We talked about it the next day, But we just came to the conclusion we were supernaturally saved that day. Because I can't explain it. Any other stories like this out there?

Peace to all.

This happened about a year ago when I moved into my current place. There's a set of light switches in the main room that has a 2 by 2 layout, the switches on top and underneath them is a dimmer and a fan dial.

When I first moved in my brother was here helping unpack and decorate and we talked a couple times about how it was weird they put the dimmer light switch above the fan dial, and the fan light switch above the dimmer thing. One time I even stood there demonstrating it, there was absolutely no denying that the switches were backwards.

Well of course one day, after months of living here, I went to turn the fan light off, switched the switch above the dimmer- and the dimmer light turned on. The way I froze. Switched the one above the fan dial and the fan light turned off. I must've stood there for 15 minutes switching them on and off. I've never felt that kind of disbelief and unreality before.

My brother doesn't like to talk about it

So this is a story I've been meaning to post here for years and just never got around to it. It was like 2017 and a friend and I were going to the beach a few hours away from our city. It was only a few hours drive, we weren't drinking or tired or high or anything and what we saw has stuck with me to this day. He's driving and moves out of the middle lane to go around car that's going slower than us, I look over and see it's just some guy but it looks like he just got some business type clothes dry cleaned and they're hanging on that hook in the drivers side back seat so they cover up the whole window. I note the color and type of car because, I don't know honestly, there wasn't anything off about it but I just noticed it. Anyway, about a minute or two pass and we pass by the SAME EXACT CAR, same type and color, same guy, same dry cleaning hanging in the back seat. I looked at my friend like wtf and he just says, "that was weird right?", I didn't even know what to say and eventually we kind of just shrugged it off. Probably the weirdest thing to happen to me aside from the typical lost an item and never found it again and lost and item, looked everywhere for it and it reappear in a place I've checked multiple times but those stories aren't as interesting.

I was in a cab in Boston recently and a car in front of me had one of those rear windshield stickers. Except this one was bouncing around his back windshield like a Screensaver. It finally stopped at the top righthand corner of the car. I kept staring at it, but it didn't move. I searched for something like this online but couldn't find anything that exists like that. Was this a trick of the eye?

Also to add: definitely wasn't an electronic screen mounted on the car. It was just a plain windshield wirh a plain white decal.

I struggle with this as one of my only truly inexplicable life experiences- I don't believe in the spiritual, supernatural, etc, and don't know what to make of this.

I was returning home in the late afternoon on an average day. There were no other cars in the driveway, so I braced myself when I opened the door for my family's large dogs, a German Shepherd and a Chow, to run out when I opened the front door. I was thoroughly unsuccessful, feeling them both sprint past me the second the door was opened enough for them to break out.

I immediately turned and ran back to the front yard, calling out for them.

"Bear! Hans! Come on guys! Bear! Hans! Let's go! Come on, we need to go in!" My panic was increasing exponentially as I'm ran up and down the street. We lived on kind of suburban neighborhood side road with little traffic, but close enough to busier streets, a park we frequented, and an elementary school that I urgently needed to find and return our slightly reactive, large dogs to the house.

After maybe seven minutes of frantically calling and running up and down the street, I decided to throw my purse and a few other things I was carrying in the house, grab their leashes and some treats, and head back out. My mind was racing, thinking of all the ways this could get even worse.

I opened the front door to find the dogs hanging out in the living room, looking up as they had been waiting for me to come in. I froze and my heart stopped as they ran over to greet me.

I knew they had run past me, I felt their 100+ pounds of fur and muscle brush past my calves. I immediately and instinctively knew to turn around and run back after them- they were spoiled jerks who escaped when given the opportunity. And yet they were happily lounging in the living the room the whole time I was sprinting and screaming like an idiot up and down the street.

Both of our guys have since passed (happened 10+ years ago), so while I still have anxiety around the experience, the universe has ensured I won't forget them.

Husband and I got a cat recently. This cat went missing for around 3-4 hours. We looked absolutely everywhere, tore the house upside down, looked outside, asked neighbors, contacted cat’s old owner to get tips, contacted shelter to see about a trap, looked under the house,,, everywhere. Tell me how it appears in front of me out of thin air. Legitimately, a poof, thud, and suddenly this cat is looking back up at me. What the hell is going on.

Recently moved into a brand new house that we built on the property beside us. It's beautiful we love it and are so happy. But some weird things have been happening. Mostly strange noises when no one else is home,feeling like someone has been inside that maybe smoked etc. but I can chalk this up to it being new and not being used to it yet. However 2 nights ago I went to bed around 10:30. Woke up at 4:00 to pee. My husband was asleep upstairs (fell sleep watching tv on bonus room) so I was alone. Walking to the bathroom I slipped and busted my ass on something wet in the middle of bedroom floor. I turn the lights on and and there is a large puddle of water right in the center of the floor. And 2 drawers were open on my dresser. There is absolutely no sign of a leak anywhere. No bottles of water or cups anywhere close that it could have been from. We have no pets. Has this happened to anyone? It's really freaking me out. My husband is convinced it had to be me and I was sleep walking-but there is no way. Any insight would be appreciated!

Something odd happened today and I want to put it out there to see if anyone else could come up with a logical explanation.

I live in a house with my mum and my dog. Earlier today my mum left the house and went out. I heard her leave, so I am now alone in the house with the dog. About 20 minutes later I went downstairs to put some dirty clothes in the washing machine. I put the clothes and detergent in, closed the door and turned the machine on. The machine has a dial that you turn to select your desired washing setting, then you press the on button. It definitely started washing because I heard it make the usual noises and saw the clothes start to spin in the machine.

I then got my dog ready to go on a walk, left the house, locked the doors and went to walk my dog.

When I got home an hour later (my mum was still out and had not come home yet - this is 100% confirmed), the washing machine was turned off.

Not in the sense that the cycle had finished, but the dial had physically been turned to the Off setting. I double checked and the clothes inside were still soaking wet, meaning the cycle hadn’t finished and the machine was turned off mid-cycle.

I have zero explanation for this. The dial does not turn itself automatically as it’s not that type of machine.

The only explanation I can think of is either someone else is or was in the house while I was out and switched it off - this is scary because only my mum and I have keys to the house - or, I myself switched it off (which is not something I would have chosen to do as it was literally mid cycle washing my clothes) and have no memory whatsoever of doing so.

Both of these are very scary to me, obviously the possibility of someone else being in the house is terrifying, and also the fact that I may have subconsciously performed an out-of-character action and have no memory whatsoever of doing it.

Does anyone else have a possible explanation ? Please note I am 29f, physically healthy although I could go to the gym a bit more often, and have never been formally diagnosed with mental health issues.

Does this happen to anyone else? Clothes I definitely did not buy 2 of (I would never do that lol), lighters, crystals.

My mother call me because a bill was not paid. I Checked in my computer and I Found I paid the bill in a X bank, the recepit was for Octuber, I event sent her the recepit and I download it then I realized she needed the september one, so I was wrong. Then I looked for the september one in a different carpet and the recepit was paid in the same bank. Then I checked the one I sent first and it was paid now in a different bank. The receipt was totally different like WTF and this happened when I mentally found strange that I paid the two bills in the same bank. Reality was fixed. I am totally sure I checked the correct one because at the time it was the only file that had been send, also I realized I sent the wrong month because I checked this first file. It's no the first time something like this happen ,one day I was in a bus station and I found strange the location name, so the name change in front of my eyes to the correct one. The name was painted.