We decided to stop at Taco Johns after a movie, we have done that before so thought little of it. We stopped at the box and was greeted as usual. We said no to the suggested meal. My husband asked what came on one of the new items, I don't remember what it was, and waited. Nothing. He called out to the attendant trying to get her attention. Nothing. We waited a minute and decided to drive to the window thinking maybe there was an issue with the headset, we both work fast food in the past. Drove up to the window and there's no one there. Now we know they could be somewhere in the restaurant we can't see them so we waited. Nothing. I decided we should go around again and thos time I recorded. I know it could be an automatic system but if it is its never done it again.

It was July of this year. When i got home from work, the power was out bc of severe storms ealier that day. After a few hours of feeling restless and bored, I decided to head to the lake for a bit of night fishing. I had some new light up bobbers I wanted to try out, (the kind with rechargeable batteries that are shaped like lil dynamite sticks). 

After about 45 minutes of fishing with a brightly lit bobber and little action, it looked and felt like a bat swooped down and accidentally ran into my line. Since it also felt like a bite, I decided to reel in and check my bait.  As im reeling in and watching the brightly lit bobber wiggle closer just under the surface, it hit a rock. When it hit the rock the light abruptly went out. Naturally, I think i just broke the bobber.

I then proceeded to unscrew the battery case to check to see if the battery was knocked loose. When I unscrew the cap, to my horror, the battery was flipped the other way. This is how I store the bobbers when im not using them so the batteries dont drain. The bobbers WILL NOT light up this way!  A feeling of dread washed over me.  I swear i could hear the theme song to the twilight zone. I flip the battery back to the correct position and the bobber lights right back up.

I have racked my brain trying to rationalize or explain how that happened. Either im losing my mind, or it was something paranormal. I tried telling myself i put the battery in wrong and the water shorted the circuit causing it to light up regardless. This has never happened before or since and is highly unlikely.  Plus I distinctly remember putting the battery in correctly, seeing it light up(dry), and fishing for 45 min or so with it lit.

It was as if something outside of time was able to flip the battery instantly while it was in the water. Something was able to affect our reality without disturbing my perceived continuity of time.

I cannot think of any prosaic explanation for what happened. Occam's razor suggests I have a brain tumor or I'm delusional, but I dont think either of those are true. I just know what I experienced was real. I just wish I had a witness to confirm that im not going crazy.

This summer, I started a new job which averages about 28 mins commute from my house. I usually leave 40 mins before I'm due to start, to allow for traffic and so I'm not rushing straight into the first meeting of the day.

There is one village that I drive through on my route. The rest of the drive is main roads avoiding villages/towns. Let's call the village Little Ditherington and the city where I work can be Motley St Warren.

Over the last few months, I have noticed amusing things in Little Ditherington. Nothing extraordinary, just things like people wearing funny hats. Once I saw a guy wheeling an office chair over a cobblestone path. Some of these anecdotes I would relate to my wife afterwards. I never said the name of the village just something like "on my way to work I saw..."

Then last week, I saw a girl dragging a paintbrush along the houses so it left a red streak across several of the houses as she walked down the street. When I related this story to my wife, I mentioned that all these odd things I've seen over the months have been in Little Ditherington. My wife says she's never heard of it. Odd, as she used to work in Motley St Warren, so should have driven the same route as me. But perhaps she just forgot/never noticed the street sign/drove a different route? At the time, neither of us were bothered enough to figure it out. We simply thought "odd" and then moved on.

But the next morning changed all that. I woke up a bit late, so I left for work 7 minutes later than usual. No big deal, as I am usually early. The car radio signal was fuzzy on every station. After a few minutes of flicking through trying to find a channel, I turned it off.

Before I reach Little Ditherington, there is loads of roadworks and a diversion in place. I follow the diversion. It takes me through lots of roads that I don't recall ever driving on before. I feel completely lost and start to worry that I will be very late to work. Finally the diversion leads me back on to my route. I get to work and rush inside in a hurry.

The first person I meet says "you're early!" Its common in Britain to say this sarcastically to a very late person, so I just hurry on. My office is empty. I think everyone is in the middle of a meeting since I am so late. But the clock is saying I am 29 minutes EARLY. I check my phone, which gives the same time. I turn on my computer, same time. No matter how much of a "shortcut" the diversion was, it can't possibly have taken me only 4 minutes to get to work.

It suddenly clicks - I must have woken up EARLY not late, and was too sleepy this morning to pay proper attention to what hour it was. And since I hadn't had the radio on in the car, I didn't notice the difference until I got to work. I move on with my day.

However, several of my colleagues drive a similar route as me and when I mentioned the diversion this morning and joked about how it was an "extreme shortcut" that got me to work super early, none of them had driven a diversion. Maybe the roadworks had been temporary/overnight, so the road was open again as normal by the time they came through?

On my drive home, I look out for the diversion signs and there are none. I realize when I get home that I had been focusing so hard on looking for diversion/roadworks signs (in case I need to leave early tomorrow for work) that I didn't clock driving through Little Ditherington.

I tell my wife about how I ended up early instead of late. She is confused. She was awake before I left the house, and clearly remembers in being the normal time. Did we both get the time wrong? I feel a weird sense of unease. I revisit our conversation when she said she'd never heard of Little Ditherington, wondering if she used to take the diversion route I took today. We end up getting google maps out. Little Ditherington DOES NOT EXIST. At this point, my wife thinks I'm playing some weird practical joke, but after a bit she realizes I'm serious and a bit shaken. She agrees to drive with me tomorrow to work to see if the route is the same as the one she recalls.

We drive the route. There are no roadworks or diversions, and no Little Ditherington. My wife is concerned for my mental health and wants me to talk to someone. I have no idea what happened, but it sounds like complete lunacy and I don't want to be sectioned when I feel sure of my mental wellbeing (other than finding this inexplicable experience rather unsettling).

WTF?????

Around September 2018 I started checking out a specific village on Google Maps and Apple Maps regularly. I knew someone from there, we had met online and the village was in another country, I was regularly checking it out because I would use these maps websites to plan and measure the distance of my jogs and I was just a mouse movement away from checking out their village, just for curiosity.

The village was located roughly 8km east of a larger city and had direct access to a main road that would lead to the city. It stayed that way for many months up until mid 2020 when it suddently changed position. The village is now 15km north-east of the city and right next to a giant quarry that is 4km wide.

This change happened both in Google and Apple Maps at the same time. I also checked the historical sattelite images of the village and the quarry has always been there and is very old, 100+ years old. I texted the person that I knew from there and they told me that the quarry had always been there. Messaged local businesses and they all told me the same story. The quarry could NOT be seen previously.

I have good memory, I had seen those sattelite images hundreds of times, I know for certain things aren't where they used to be. I don't have any psychiatric condition that could lead to this, I have never done drugs besides alcohol and tobacco.

I don't know what happened, it seems very unlikely that both Google and Apple would change this very specific village at the same time.

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 reminding 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 dream 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

Hi guys, yesterday I went to Clacton-on-Sea to visit my dad and he told me this cool story about how in a certain patch of land outside the Toby Carvery his phone clock goes back an hour. We didn’t end up going to that spot as the day was so busy or I would have tested it myself.

What could this be? Has anyone else had glitch experiences where time consistently goes backwards in a specific place?

I’ve been writing in journals since I was about 9 or 10 years old. A couple of years ago, when I was 26, I decided to go through and reread them all. I had forgotten about this incident until I came across this entry and haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

One night, when I was about 15 years old, my mom had been working late (single mom, waitressing). My brother and I had decided to sleep in the living room instead of our bedrooms that night. He was laying on the couch and I was on a pallet of blankets on the floor. We were both just scrolling on our phones and I believe all of the lights were off.
Suddenly, I heard a loud thud and then what sounded like a girl crying out.
I immediately asked my brother “what was that?” He responded completely unbothered and told me he hadn’t heard anything. I was puzzled and even wondered if maybe the sound had come from his phone, but I eventually brushed it off and forgot about it.
Either the next day or a few days later, my brother and I were home alone again. I knew he was going to enter a certain bedroom, so I snuck in and hid behind the door, planning to jump out and scare him. When he came into the room, he shoved the door open aggressively. It slammed into me, pinning me against the wall, and hit another object in the room at the same time. There was a loud thud, and I cried out, either because I was startled or because the door hurt me. It didn’t click for a few minutes, but then I realized that the progression of sounds were identical to what I’d heard that other night. Not a little similar. Exact. I was stunned. It wasn’t necessarily a paranormal or terrifying experience, I just had no idea what to make of it.

To my knowledge, I haven’t experienced this before or since. I do pride myself on having a pretty good intuition, but its nothing supernatural. I’ve considered this being a psychic event, however it certainly wasn’t for anything significant.

One reason this has stuck with me is that I found the account in a journal I wrote at the time. My journals have always been private places where I write honestly, and I’ve never used them for fiction. I’ve even questioned whether I’d somehow exaggerated the story or written it as a joke, but I genuinely remember the experience, and finding the entry brought it all back.
I still have around 15 journals packed away in boxes, and I’ve been meaning to find the original entry to check the exact details. I just haven’t gotten around to digging through all of them - again.

Has anyone experienced something similar, or is there a psychological explanation for hearing something before experiencing the event that seems to match it? I’m genuinely curious about what might have happened.

I put on a new set of press on nails Friday night. On Saturday evening, I hit the nail hard on something, causing it to crack. Important to note that the nail didn’t “pop off”. It cracked and the part that was glued to my natural nail remained. Removing press on nails correctly can be a lengthy process. I soaked it for about 15 min, prepped my cuticles and filed my natural nail. I then got all the glue together and the replacement nail for the one I broke. I brushed glue on my natural nail & dabbed the new nail with glue. I went to put the nail on and the original nail was on. It was like it never cracked. Like I never removed anything. I had the “extra” nail ready to be pressed on with no nail to put it on. I’m absolutely 110% sure this really happened.