Zhiguai, Glitch in the Matrix Tales, and Notes on the Strange
When I was three and a half, my yeye drank pesticide and killed himself. To understand why, you first have to know this: from the day I was born, Yeye loved me dearly. He fell in love with me, he said, as soon as he saw my tiny face. And on that very day, he asked my parents to move in so that he could watch me while they worked. In China, it is common for one grandparent or …
Over the summer, my brother and I had our own “glitch in the matrix” experience when we decided to test reality with the app “Randonautica”, a game based on quantum energy and our manifestations. We were very skeptical of the stories other people have had from the game and didn’t believe that an app could actually read our thoughts and take us to a location matching them. The first set of coordinates we received was based on my thought of …
*a nonfiction account as recorded by Ji Yun (1724-1805), Imperial Librarian and Investigator of the Strange, and translated by John Yu Branscum and Yi Izzy Yu; notes on Chinese alien abduction and fairy lore are at the bottom of the piece: One day I received a letter that was written in my language but seemed to be written in a foreign one. The thoughts it expressed were odd, confused, and almost impossible to decipher. The letter’s poor quality especially surprised …
Excerpt: “I’m probably like six, seven years old, [and] we’d [just] come from Australia. [My] nanny, Renata, is in the bedroom, my sister is asleep [and] I’m hanging out. There was a doorway and all of a sudden this jacket comes waving through the doorway, this empty jacket — there’s no body, there’s no legs, it’s just there…” Reeves’ narration of the ghostly encounter begins at the 1:06 mark:
Now I come to the oddest thing that ever happened to me. Two or three years ago I was lying in bed, idly musing, one morning – it was the 2d of March – when suddenly a red-hot new idea came whistling down into my camp, and exploded with such comprehensive effectiveness as to sweep the vicinity clean of rubbishy reflections and fill the air with their dust and flying fragments. This idea, stated in simple phrase, was that …
Back in the eighth grade, I had this really vivid dream that my cousin Amber was pregnant. However, in the dream, she didn’t know that she was pregnant until she was about 4 months due to the fact she was still having her monthly (sorry for the TMI). Until one day when she went to the ER after bleeding excessively. She was then told there that she was expecting. That’s all I could remember from the dream. I should add …
Okay, so here is the long and short of it. I am a bit of a reckless driver. I always have been. The first time I was able to get behind a wheel, it took thirty seconds for me to run a stop sign. While I don’t do that anymore, I do still sometimes text and drive quite, which should convey the amount of raw stupidity I tend to drive with, along with the potential dangers that follow. It is …
My roommate’s grandma passed away, and her family made several trips to her grandmother’s house to clean it out. After three days of doing this, my roommate and her twin sister had the same dream: that there was money stuffed in her grandmother’s couch cushion. They thought it was weird that they had the same dream and told their mother about it. They all then went back to the grandma’s house. They checked the couch and found the money that …
“This happened about 15 years ago. I called my friend up, and he wasn’t home, so I left a message on his answering machine.” “I said, ‘Hey, it’s me. Sorry I missed you, call you later. Bye.’ And then I hung up and left the house. I made no other calls. Later that day, he called back and he says, ‘Wow, that was quite a message you left. Who was that girl you were talking to?’” “I was like, ‘What …
“About two years ago, I went to collect my husband from the ferry after work. My husband got into the car and as I was driving very slowly out of the car park we both noticed two people standing a few metres in front of our car. It looked as though they were strangers, older looking professionals, both walking to their separate cars in different areas of the car park. The man was reaching into his side bag and the …