Zhiguai, Glitch in the Matrix Tales, and Notes on the Strange
Glitch in the Matrix Tales
They were different dreams but for some reason, her distinct face and name always ended up in them. It got to the point where I would wake up frustrated and confused, trying to google her name or find out how I was connected to her. After a few months, she stopped showing up and I dismissed it. Fast forward a few years later, Halloween 2009, I’m in the car with a friend stopped at a gas station. I’m about to …
I sometimes suffer from episodes of sleep paralysis. The symptoms don’t always include paralysis (at least for me) and can just be “dreams,” really hallucinations, outside of REM sleep. The scary thing is that sometimes I don’t realize that I have even fallen asleep before the hallucinations start. One school night a few years ago, I was watching TV in my bed and I felt myself lift out of my body. I found myself staring down and watching myself looking …
It seemed as if time had decided to move a day back, alluding to my own possible mistakes. The first birthday that I spent with my significant other, I wrote her a poem. September 26th. For three years straight, I read her that poem. She’d laugh, smile, and say how grateful she was. But this past year, that didn’t happen. I was in my dorm, waking up from a long night of essay writing, when I decided to call her …
A long time ago I had a conversation with an old workmate who described [the following]: The detail is hazy, but he said one day he was in his house when he felt a sudden need to go outside and stand on his lawn. He claimed it was the strongest, clearest feeling ever, and on doing so he experienced a sort of “wobble”; he just said everything was screwed up for moment, and he experienced a feeling of detachment/outside-ness. When …
This happened a few months ago, before all the quarantine, but I still can’t stop thinking about it. We live on a farm and my husband also owns his own construction business. He turned one of the old barns near our house into his business area where he keeps all of his trucks, equipment, office etc. you have to pass our house to get to this particular barn. It was a Saturday and he went alone to finish a job. …
Three friends and I went to a concert at the biggest venue in Mexico City. One of my friends is a woman (this is important for the story). So, the concert ended and we agreed on a meetup point outside the venue so we could get a cab and leave together. There were about 100,000 people there, so we inevitably got separated before going to the meetup point. We waited for my friend for about 15 minutes, then we started …
So I work at a local restaurant, and last night I experienced possibly the strangest, most unexplainable thing of my entire life. It was a very busy Saturday night, with hundreds of people coming in to eat. Obviously, it gets pretty loud in the restaurant. Customers talking, workers yelling back and forth, the clanging of dishes and appliances, etc. Nothing out of the ordinary right? Well, that’s where the strangeness comes into the picture. As the night went on, there …
“I only vaguely remember the incident, but one night both of my grandparents were woken up by a loud sound. My grandmother swore it was a shotgun. My grandpa said it was a car backfiring since there was no one nearby who would be shooting — we lived pretty far from anyone. They bickered over it for a bit then went back to bed. About 15 minutes or so later, the phone rang. It was my aunt. Her husband had …
“I spilt chocolate ice cream on my leg. I wiped it off and there was still a pale brown stain in the shape of the ice cream splotch. I told my mother who said it was a birthmark. I will swear under oath that never before that moment did I have a birthmark there.” Note: This story is collected from an AskReddit lated at: https://www.reddit.com/user/Rivkariver
I had horrible insomnia as a kid. It certainly didn’t help that my house is old and makes weird noises at night. I heard a noise one night that I still have no explanation for. There I was, 11 years old, lying wide awake in my dark bedroom for the third straight hour. Suddenly, I heard something. It wasn’t any of the creaks or groans I had become accustomed to in my years of sleeplessness. It was a heavy, pained …