More Glitch in the Matrix stories to creep you out.
1. One Hour
Years ago, I was driving home with two of my friends. We were about 25 minutes away when we turned a bend in the road. The moon was full and the road was completely empty. Suddenly, everything went completely dark in the car. The headlights turned off, the dashboard lights turned off, the radio turned off… everything. We looked out the window. There was now a vehicle in front of us that had been pulled over by the police. It hadn’t been there a spilt second before. We all sat there, stunned. After about a minute, my friend who was driving said, “Did that just happen to anyone else?” My other friend in the back seat exclaimed, “I thought I just fell asleep…” Then, we realized that the clock on the dashboard was an hour later than it had just been a minute before. To keep ourselves from freaking out we tried to tell ourselves that maybe there was an electrical failure. But when we arrived home 25 minutes later, we were over an hour late. Somehow we lost one whole hour of our lives, and to this day, we have no idea how it happened.
2. The Cab
When I was at college, I worked at a bar. One of my responsibilities was to stay late some nights to close up. One night, around 4 AM, I closed up the bar and had to leave through the back door. It opened on a small backstreet. I locked the door behind me, but when I turned around, I saw two groups of shady looking dudes on my left and my right. I was surrounded.
They started shouting at me and I heard them say, “Let’s get him!” Before I had a chance to run, I was blinded by headlights. The shady-looking dudes had to move out of the way because a car was coming through. It was a cab. The driver pulls up in front of me with the window rolled down and asked, “Are you Jeff?”. I said, “Yes,” and he said, “Someone called a cab for you.”
I jumped into the cab and he drove off. The cab driver drove me all the way to my apartment and I paid him. To this day, I have no idea who called that cab for me. I have a sneaking feeling that, in some other reality, there’s a guy named Jeff who got murdered that night because he called a cab that never came.
3. The Black Hole
I was 10 years old and my parents had taken me to visit Ocracoke Island. It’s an old fishing island off the coast of North Carolina. We were staying at Blackbeard’s Lodge. The legend of Blackbeard the pirate is a big deal on the island.
We had just settled into our room, and my dad had gone out to get some sodas from the vending machine. I was lying on one of the beds with my mom and we were watching TV. All of a sudden, the Television switched channels. It seemed to be a science show that was aimed at children. It was about black holes and it featured an animated cartoon character explaining everything.
Even though the TV had changed channels on its own, my mother and I didn’t do anything. It was as if we were in a trance. We couldn’t move and just lay there as still as a rock.
I vividly remember seeing the cartoon character getting sucked into the black hole. Then, the TV suddenly turned off and, right before our eyes, a black hole appeared on the wall beside our bed. It was just a black, swirling hole in the wall, about a foot and a half wide.
We both just sat there, frozen, staring at the black hole. Just then, my father walked in and the black hole disappeared.
Needless to say we left the hotel right then and lodged in another one on the other side of the island. When we talked about it later my mom recounted the story the same way I did, and my dad says he saw the hole on the wall.
4. The Brass Bed
When I was 10 years old, my parents took me on vacation. We stayed in a nice little cottage on the edge of a lake. There was an abandoned house on the other side of the lake. One day, my father decided to check it out and brought me with him.
We unscrewed the lock on the back door and went inside. The house was musty and dark and there were newspapers scattered on the ground. We wandered around the ground floor. I remember there was a low hum in the background and we couldn’t tell where it was coming from. After a while, we went upstairs to take a look.
There was a long hallway with four doors that led into the bedrooms. We entered the first room and found it empty except for a huge brass bed. There was no mattress, just the brass frame. It was too large to fit through the door, so it must have been assembeled inside the room.
We moved on to the second room, which was completely empty. The third room was empty too. We were about to go into the last room when we suddenly heard a loud crash. My father rushed to the top of the stairs and looked down, but there was nobody there and nothing seemed to be out of place. He shrugged his shoulders and came back down the hallway.
We opened the door of the fourth room and looked inside. It was completely empty, except for a huge brass bedframe. My father and I exchanged looks. He ran back down the hall and looked into the first room. I heard him let out a yelp of surprise.
I ran down the hall to join him and when I looked into the first room, I was horrified. It was completely empty.
Both of us ran down the stairs and got out of that house as fast as possible. We didn’t stop running until we got back to our cottage. To this day, I have no idea how that huge brass bed got from the first room to the fourth room. My father refuses to talk about it. That was the last time we ever went exploring an abandoned house.
5. The Acoustic Guitar
When I was 15 years old, my father gave me an old acoustic guitar. It was a nice beginner instrument, but I eventually outgrew it and bought a new one. I decided to give the old one away.
Several weeks later, I was driving home late at night and I needed to stop for gas. I pulled into a gas station and filled up the tank. After I paid inside, I walked out and noticed something odd in my car windshield. There was a face in the window, staring back at me.
Seriously creeped out, I yelled, “What are you doing in my car? Get out!”
The door of my car opened and I saw a tall man step out. As soon as he got out, he took off running and disappeared into the night. I ran over to check my car. It wasn’t damaged and nothing seemed to be missing.
Cautiously, I got into the car and turned the lights on. Nothing appeared to be damaged or stolen. Then, I looked in the back seat and noticed something there. It was wrapped up in a blanket.
Nervously, I reached out and unwrapped it. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was my old acoustic guitar and stuck on the front was a note that read, “You need this more than I do.”
To this day, I have no clue who that man was, why he had my guitar, and what the note meant.
6. Dead Batteries
One night, I was driving home along a dark country road. It was after 10 PM, there wasn’t much traffic and there were no street lights. All of a sudden, my headlights started flickering. Then, the lights on the dashboard started flickering too. I started getting annoyed because I thought there was a problem with the electrical system. At that moment, the car stalled. I managed to pull over to the side of the road before it ground to a complete halt.
The car was dead. I kept turning the key in the ignition, but nothing happened. I took out my phone to call for help, but it was off. It was supposed to be fully charged. I kept pressing the button, but no matter what, it wouldn’t turn on. I was starting to freak out because it was pitch black outside and I was stranded.
I opened the glove box and felt around for the little flashlight I keep in there. I found it, but when I flicked the switch, the flashlight wouldn’t turn on. My mind was racing. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with my car, so I decided to check the battery. I reach down and popped the hood.
What happened next, I still can’t explain. I sometimes have nightmares about it. The radio on the dashboard suddenly lit up, but the display was blank. The speakers started hissing and popping. I heard a voice. It sounded like a woman’s voice, mumbling in a language I couldn’t recognize. After about 10 seconds of mumbling, it suddenly stopped and the radio went dark.
The hair on the back of my neck was standing on end. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. I sat in my car for a long time, paralyzed with fear. After a while, I tried the key in the ignition. When I turned it, my car started right away. I drove home as fast as I could and I didn’t sleep a wink that night. To this day, I still have no idea what happened.