I was 7 at that time ..it was a normal afternoon...me and my building's friends decided to roam around the distant areas from our house... We went to a quiet area where there were hardly 3-4 buildings otherwise it was just a slum-like area.

We entered a building planning to fly kites on that terrace ( our building's terrace was permanently locked ). After going up 6 floors we saw it's a pent house we knocked in hopes that maybe after asking the family might allow..a 23-24 age woman opened the door ..and after hearing our reason ..she let us in. We reached the terrace.. another girl came from the house she was 12-13 maybe ... We talked and played from 3 pm to 5.30 pm ..we flew kites , played catch-catch ( the 2 women gave us some more toys to play with ).. they also played w us. They both were very polite and funny , i remember. As it was getting dark , my friends and I went home .. before going the older woman said come back here whenever you want ... We had a really great time there .. they told us that she has a small sewing business at home and the younger one is studying... After 1 week we decided to go again. We climbed up the same building but it ended on the 5th floor there were no stairs to climb up to the 6th floor and on top it was covered , we thought we entered the wrong building but the colour of the building was grey and other buildings did not have any colour it was just a bricked building.. we panicked and knocked on the door beside us..it was of the landlady's...she asked why we came here or are we lost ..we explained the whole story she said there's no 6th floor or pent house...there's not even any terrace here..it has always been blocked... The water tanker or motor stuff is on the 5th floor only because there's no terrace..we then told her about that lady's sewing business... She said I have a register of all the residents who own a home business and no one does sewing here and in this building mostly old people live..they are retired anyways...then we left that building ..In denial we checked all the other buildings too but there was no pent house ..We went home after that.. it's been almost 10 yrs and I still don't know what happened that afternoon....nobody believes me when I tell this childhood story ...who were those 2 ladies? ....

I went on a cruise in February 2019, not long before my 18th birthday.

Me and my brother partied every night at the cruise ship's nightclub and shared the same room (I'm not sure about this word when we speak of a ship, english isn't my first language). On our 3rd or 4th night, after having a few drinks with cool people, I decided to go to sleep.

My room was number 7133. That meant it was on the 7th floor, 1st corridor, 33th room. Easy.

I arrived at my corridor (the kind of corridor you can find in a 300m ship, suuuper long), and walked all the way through it, looking for my room.

As i walked past the doors i looked at the numbers written on them : 7130, 7131, 7132, 7134... What ? I turned around looking for 7133. Looked right, left, back and forth. But it simply wasn't there.

I've spent like 3 minutes at each and every door on 20m, like 30 doors and all the numbers around 7133 were here in order, except 7133. As I said, I did have a few drinks at the club and felt slightly drunk, but far from confusing numbers or parts of the ship. I was however drunk enough to be very chill about that situation, and went on the ship's deck to smoke a cigarette and take a walk. I went back to 7th floor, corridor 1, and there it was, 7133, with all the other rooms. Nothing changed, except my door was here.

I kind of didn't think much of it for a while, only month later I started thinking about how strange that was. I am 100% confident about checking all doors, rooms were numbered very logically so you would find oddly placed room numbers, and having same room at different parts of the ships would make no sense from the cruise company.

Something that freaks me out a little is that, if I remember correctly, my brother went to sleep earlier than me, and we slept in the same room. If that room disapeared, where did my brother go ?

Hi community! I'm watching spooky reddit stories on YouTube and one of the stories I was listening to was about a persons' own glitch where they basically relived the same 4 minutes during a drive across Cali and it reminded me of my own glitch I had a long time ago when I was driving home to South MS, from university in Louisiana. About a 3.5 hr trip if you drive smart enough (especially through Baton Rouge).

This happened to me around the summer of 2014.

But I had gotten to the point in the trip where there is a big circular off ramp that directs you toward south ms leaving about 1.5 hrs left in the trip. I remember getting off of the ramp, passing under the overpass I'd just gotten off of, and then I was just parked in my grandmother's driveway. Car still on, parked at the top of her driveway. Once I realized of course, I was freaking out and didn't understand how I'd gotten there. The clock showed the time or around the time I was supposed to arrive, so I'd obviously made the drive, but I could not (and to this day CANNOT) account for that last 1.5 hrs of the trip. What I DO remember is the feeling I had right before I realized where I was. I didn't even really feel like myself, I felt pretty lethargic, and groggy like I'd just been woken up from sleeping. It wasn't nighttime or anything and I wasn't tired as during this time, I never drove home or long distances at night (I hate driving, I'm a scared driver). So, I wasn't tired going on the trip, if anything I was excited to get home.

I'm not sure what it was that happened to me, but i've never felt scared of driving after or been worried that it might happen again. The closest thing that's happened to me that would be "similar" is that a lot of times, when I walk through a doorway, I completely forget whatever my task was at the time. That could say more about my physical status than anything, but it's been that way for me since forever. I'm a believer in that are things that we aren't meant to understand, so maybe I'm susceptible to things like this? Idk.

I added the crudely drawn picture below to show how the ramp looks because I don't feel like I described it great.

This has actually happened multiple times throughout my life. Most recently however, I clearly remember listening to Lady Gaga’s song Abracadabra in 2020 during covid. When it was released I initially couldn’t place the feeling of Déjà vu but a few days ago it struck me I clearly remember vibing to the song in my kitchen during the pandemic with my noise cancelling headphones. Has this happened to anyone else?

I saw this thing that said Deja vu is like a glitch / portal in the matrix (was watching a clip of the matrix) and it reminded me of something that I never was able to explain.

Last year I was getting my car serviced and across to the auto shop was a cemetery. I had nothing better to do with no car so I took a mid day stroll through the cemetery. It didn’t feel weird or scary I just walked around read peoples tombs and wondered about their lives. I get to the top of this hill and there’s a bench in the cemetery so I go and sit. As soon as I sit, for about 1 second, 6 feet in front of me is this like idek how to describe it. It looked like straight out of a movie like a purple portal. Kind of similar to the picture but there was no flash in the middle and no lines. The closest thing I can think is literally a Minecraft portal without the border. Just like a free style oval. Anyways I kind of just told myself you’re trippin and moved on because I had no way to explain what I saw and I know I wasn’t hallucinating because I didn’t just suddenly hallucinate for the first time in 24 years. I thought of it today and wanted to know people’s thoughts.

Il m'est arrivé un truc étrange. J'ai fini mon dernier cours, je me suis diriger a mon casier, et pris mes choses... mais, mon cadna a disparu. J'ai fouiller mon sac et même ma case a plusieurs reprises. jai pas trouver. C'est comme si il avait été supprimé de la réalité. Heureusement que j'avais un cadna de rechange au fond de mon sac.