Missing Memory of Time Passage Only
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When I was about six or so I went camping. I was in a pop up camper
about to go to bed. I sat up looking at the kitchen then blinked and it
was instantly daytime, no darkness, I was still sitting up looking at
the kitchen in the same exact spot, I freaked out and asked my ant what
happened she thought I was crazy so I just shrugged it off this happened
to me twice so far. (Reddit)
This happened maybe 2 years ago. I was in my bed and it was night
time. Usually I watch the TV and when I feel tired I just turn it off
and go to sleep. I turned the TV off, everything was dark. I slept in a
fetus position on my left side. I was just staring at the door and
suddenly daylight came. As far as I remember I didn't even blink. I was
just staring with my eyes wide open. My whole body moved a tiny bit,
maybe a centimeter. I know I fell asleep but it's still weird how I did
it with my eyes open, something I never did. Keep in mind all of this
happened with my eyes open, not even a blink. Not even when daylight
came. I saw the whole transition with my eyes wide open. Weird. (Reddit)
So, this is my first post in this sub here. This happened to me years
ago, but it's still beyond vivid in my mind, and I can't think of a
better sub to post it in. Apologies in advance for formatting- I'm on
mobile and it can't be totally helped.
I was around 9 or 10 when it occurred. It was late at night (for a
kid), and I was just mulling about in my bed, utterly unable to sleep.
To this day I can't remember ever being as unable to drop off as I was
then. I tried everything, counting as high as I could, just lying still,
and I was getting seriously cranky. So I'm sitting up in bed, and I
remember this very clearly too, like this:
half-sitting) with my hands on my thighs. Anyone who's sat like that for
any amount of time knows it's not particularly comfortable, especially
for more than a minute or two.
I'm just glancing about, no idea what to do, because I just REALLY
have to get to sleep at this point and like I said I was getting pissy.
I look over at the digital clock across the room on the floor, and it's
11:23. I would swear on the validity of this memory under oath. I was
about to despair, because even though I knew that realistically it had
been less than 2 hours since I'd gone to bed, we all have that
irrational hope that more time has passed than we thought when we want
time to go. Even in my irrational child mind I had the vague sense that
the elapsed time on the clock was consistent with my internal clock. And
still I was not the least bit sleepy. So I look away from the clock,
BLINK ONCE (not even intentionally, just on reflex), look back at the
clock. 6:34 AM.
I haven't moved a muscle except my neck (and eyelid of course). This
is where how I was sitting comes into play. I hadn't moved that either.
I admit, I sat back hard in surprise, and as I straightened my legs
there was no sign of soreness or loss of circulation at all, and it felt
as if I had just started to sit that way (which I HAD). Even the most
comfortable sitting position would cause some soreness if sat in for
7-odd hours, no? Nope. On top of that, when you fall asleep you tend to
be slightly lucid, and aware you're asleep (not consciously, but still)
or are at least afterwards right? None of that feeling at all. And I
didn't feel rested. I was still cranky as I had been 30 seconds (or 7
hours?) ago, now with an added dose of weirded out child feelings.
Five minutes later my mother comes in to get me up for school. I
don't tell her at the time, but that afternoon I did and she just
dismissed it as me falling asleep without realizing. I reiterated that
if I fell asleep then I was sitting up in a position that a yogi would
turn up his nose at for spending such a duration of time in. By this
point I'm feeling the effects of not sleeping for 24+ hours as well. I
fall asleep that night with no issues. Never happened again.
What the hell happened that night?! Some weird temporal jump? It was
like someone pressed a "skip scene" button on a cosmic remote and title
flashed forwards. Still makes me shake my head in confusion to this day.
When I was about four of five, I had trouble sleeping one evening (I
have ADHD so I've always had trouble sleeping, especially when I was
younger). I was tossing and turning that evening and I vividly remember
it being late at night. One moment, it was pitch black outside and when
tossed/turned to the other side, it was suddenly bright and sunny
outside, about 8:00 in the morning and I soon heard my mom telling me to
get ready for church that morning. I knew that this was something
inexplicable and I still have no explanation for it. I was wide awake
when this all happened and I know for a fact that I didn't go to sleep
during any of this. It's been close to fifteen years since it has
happened and this experience has left an impact on me that I can't
explain because the event itself was inexplicable. (Reddit)
A couple months back I was feeling sick so I decided to go to bed. I
went on my phone for 10 minutes, then turned off the light and tried to
fall asleep (BTW I have sleeping problems so it can take me hours to
fall asleep.) I closed my eyes for a minute then opened them to get a
drink of water, then I did a slow blink (3-5 seconds probably) and it
was day. I still remembered what I was thinking about and was still
tired enough to go to bed?! BTW I don't have any mental disabilities and
have no clue what happened. (Reddit)
Comments on this post:
Same thing happened to me when I was young!
For the longest time when I was young I thought the shortest day of
the yearís night was only about a minute long because one year on
the shortest day of the year I laid down in my bed right next to a
giant window could see the moon. I closed my eyes and not even a
minute of me being (or at least feeling) fully awake went by before
I blinked and the sun was rising. It felt soo real and I was
convinced for a full year that the shortest day of the year had
basically not night.
And no I do not live in Alaska or anywhere
where that could happen.
This has happened to me. Only once, when I
was a kid. I was laying in bed and looked at the clock and it must
have been around 10/11, I literally blinked, just like you, and when
I opened my eyes it was daylight and 6/7am. Just like you, I
remembered what I was thinking about and it was like Iíd not even
slept, I hadnít moved a muscle. Iíve never forgotten that.
This happened to me as a kid too, so I
totally understand how this was a weird occurrence and not just
'falling asleep' as these killjoys are all saying.
In my version
I blinked - literally blinked, I wasn't closing my eyes in order to
go to sleep - I was hyped up that evening and had complained about
not being tired (I was about 10yo, old enough to know when you're
not tired but still young enough to have a bedtime). This blink
happened as my dad switched off my light and went to bed. Before
he'd even fully closed the door, I was opening my eyes - from the
exact same position, not having moved a single muscle - to see
daylight, my dad walking back through the door, telling me it was
time to get up. A full 9 hours had passed but I was still
upside-down in my bed, on top of the covers, from where I'd leant
over to switch on the lamp at the end of the bed, in the exact same
position and not feeling any different physically, as you usually do
when you wake up (no heavy eyelids, a need to stretch, tiredness,
nothing). By the time the school break came around that morning I
was exhausted, as if I still hadn't slept. It freaked me the hell
out and I've always wondered if anyone else had experienced it, so
I'm super glad to hear your story.
I've recently found out about this sub so I figured I'd share here my
story, for which I still don't have an explanation.
Back when I was
in middle school, I just couldn't sleep: no matter how hard I tried, how
many "tricks" I used, no matter the lighting, it would always take me
forever to fall asleep, if at all. Also my mother didn't want me taking
meds, as I was a child.
One night, I was laying in bed, staring at
the ceiling as usual (at around midnight); I didn't know what to do so I
just closed my eyes: as soon as I did so I saw a pair of hands just
shaking frenetically in front of me. What I felt like a millisecond
later, I opened my eyes, terrified from that sudden "vision" and it was
daytime; I didn't feel relaxation or anything: to me, I just blinked.
Next thing I heard was my mum telling me I was late for school so it
must have been around 8.00am. As it turned out, it really was time for
me to go to school, so I went, without telling anyone about what
The next night, I was both tired and scared to close my
eyes. As soon as I did though, no strange images appeared but to my
surprise I started feeling sleepy and managed to get (for the first time
in years) a good night of sleep. From that day, I never had any trouble
trying to fall asleep again, managing to do so in 10 minutes or even
Even though I always try to find a logical explanation for
everything I experience, this is the one event I still, to this day,
cannot explain to myself, nor have I found other cases like mine. (Reddit)
This one still freaks me out when I think about it.
Around age 7 I
used to sleep in a bunk bed and my mom would put me to bed and wake me
up every day. I was excited one night because the following morning we
were going to Disneyland, or my grandparentís house, or some such place.
I donít remember being particularly tired or out of sorts but hereís
The very SECOND that my head hit the pillow I was
already waking up the following morning. It was like I blinked my eyes
and it was the next morning. My mom turned the light on and came
storming in to wake me and my brother up. I even said out loud ďWhat
happened? I just went to sleep.Ē My brother had no such experience.
No matter how tired you are thereís SOME kind of transition into sleep
where you can appreciate the passage of time, but not this time. In
fact, I sometimes suspect that my mother pulled some kind of charade and
in reality only a microsecond actually did pass before she came back
in...but why would she bother putting us to bed just to wake us back up
and pretend like a normal night of sleep had happened?
else had this bizarre blinking passage of time with no account for where
it went? (Reddit)
A comment on this post:
I experience this periodically! It's like I'm
laying there and suddenly its morning. I don't remember falling asleep
or waking up. Like you said, its like I blink and it's morning with
absolutely no recollection of any of the regular transitions. It's very
freaky and it always throws me off.
Our son was in his crib sleeping. We had been partying all night. It
was 6 am. We started fooling around and the next thing we know we both
looked at each other and said, "What just happened?" It was 2pm, our son
was standing in his crib, not crying or anything. To this day we have no
memory of anything, just 8 hours missing from our lives.
part of it was that there was no sense of passing of time or waking up
or anything; one moment it was 6 am, the next it was 2pm.
know if it was a glitch in the Matrix, but it was an odd experience that
has stuck with both of us all these years. (Reddit)
Thankfully this doesnít happen to me anymore but a couple years ago I
was having very strange episodes for about a week or two where hours and
hours of time would just disappear. I remember this so vividly and
thinking about it still freaks me out. It was always more or less the
same and back when I was still in school and living with my parents. It
was just me and them and I had my own room where they would only
occasionally come check up on me. I had some issues with staying up too
late to study a lot throughout my school years (thankfully Iíve fixed
that for college now) but these specific events have never happened to
me again except in those couple of weeks. So taking one of such days: I
was in my room doing my homework at around 10PM thinking Iíll be done in
about an hour and go to bed because I didnít have much left. Parents are
in the living room watching TV. Iím not very tired and I feel quite
normal for a bit. And then things just kind of stop for only a second. I
literally close my eyes to blink for one second and the second I open
them I feel normal, not tired, not weird, normal. But the second I open
I hear my mom saying ďWhy are you still up??Ē and I can tell from behind
her through the open door that all the lights are off which means
parents have gone to bed. Very confused. I look at the time and itís
like 3AM. I know what itís like to take an unintentional nap because it
happens but I get a specific feeling of just having woken up even if it
was a short sleep and I can always recognise it and know that I had
fallen asleep. But this was just me literally closing my eyes for a
second being in the exact same position, opening my eyes, staying the
same, and not feeling any kind of sleep on me (like teary eyes, muscle
aches, fuzzy head, etc). Especially if I had slept that long (5 hours) I
would definitely feel it on me but I never did. This happened for a few
days and really freaked me out and my parents kept being concerned that
Iím randomly up so late. Thankfully it just stopped happening after that
and hasnít since. I know a nap when I take one so Iím still weirded out
by this. (Reddit)
Well when I was around 13 years old, I used to live on a dairy farm
in Maryland. Erie place, not but two neighbors very far away. I would
always watch TV sitting on the edge of my bed every night. It was a
ritual. I just loved TV before bed. Well while watching Cow & Chicken,
the weirdest thing happened to me. On the show cow jumped into the air
as this happened, I blinked. As she was landing as my eyes opened my
alarm was going off and it was time for school. I felt well rested and
literally not groggy at all but left trying to understand what the hell
just happened. I'm sure my mom and the rest of the people in the house
at the time thought I was full of shit but still till this day that
memory doesnít go away. I went to school and continued on through life
like nothing happened. Now I am here. (Reddit)
One night when I was 8 or 9, I was being put to bed by my mom. I
remember sitting up in my bunk bed, watching my mom say goodnight and
then leave down the hall. I had just started adjusting the covers when
she came back into my room and told me it was time to get up.
had changed. About 20 seconds had passed. I thought she was kidding, so
I laughed and was like "very funny, I haven't even closed my eyes yet"
Turned out she was telling the truth. It was in fact early morning. I
know for sure that I didn't ever lay down. My mom believed that I had
just been too tired to remember passing out. I was and am a heavy
insomniac and was at the time unmedicated. I just didn't pass out like
Some way some how, I just...glitched through that night,
completely awake. No memory of any of it. Alien abduction? Matrix? Who
This happened about two months ago now...
I was up late one night,
as I often am, and felt the call of nature. I went to the bathroom, sat
down, and suddenly felt pretty tired. I'd been alright before I'd gotten
up, barely tired at all. My eyes fell closed for just a second before I
opened them again. The door to my living room was half-open, so I could
see into in, and I saw that the room was starting to get light, the
normal pale-grey light that comes in with the sunrise. This was
immediately off-putting; when I'd gone to the bathroom it was pitch dark
When I get up in the middle of the night I bring my phone
with me because I won't lie, I'm scared of the dark, so I had it with
me, and I checked the time. It was past 6 in the morning. I'd gotten up
at 1:30 or 3:30. That's another odd thing, I couldn't remember what time
I'd gotten up, even then in the moment. I'm great at remembering
numbers, including the time (I have grapheme-colour synesthesia, so
letters and numbers have distinct colours to me, which means it's much
harder for me to confuse strings of numbers, such as the time) and I
always take note of what time it is, so it's not normal for me to not
know what time I got up. The whole thing was super off-putting. I never
went to the bathroom before I lost the time, so I just got up and went
back to my room and fell asleep, unnerved.
Before anyone asks, no, I
don't think it's aliens, and I don't think I fell asleep. I know what
it's like to fall asleep for what feels like a second and it's actually
3 hours later. It felt nothing like that. I didn't feel the normal
grogginess and disorientation of waking up. I just opened my eyes. Not
to mention my legs weren't numb or anything (I was leaning on them with
my arms, so it's likely the circulation would have been cut off) and I
didn't feel like I'd been sitting that long. I don't think it was aliens
because first off, I don't really believe in alien abduction, and I
didn't feel strange or uncomfortable or like anything had been poked or
prodded. I hadn't touched any substances that night, and I wasn't sleep
deprived or anything.
I can't ever remember losing time before this,
at least not when it couldn't easily be explained by "I got distracted
by what I was doing and it only felt like a couple minutes." I feel like
it's only made weirder by the fact that nothing felt weird. I was only
shaken when I actually realized I'd lost time. (Reddit)
This was years ago but traversing this sub sparked this memory. It
was just an ordinary day, I had school in the morning then videos games
rest of the night. I was in middle school so my life was simple. That
night however I layed down in my bed, had some pre-sleep thought. Next
thing I remember was closing my eyes and reopening them to day time in
less then a second. Went from night to day almost instantly. As soon as
I opened my eyes I got up immediately out of shock(?). Then I just went
on with the day and didn't go back to bed. (Reddit)
Let me start off with I have insomnia ever since I was a child it has
taken me hours to fall asleep. That being said when I was younger till
about my teens sometimes when I would lay down to get ready for bed I
would stare at my ceiling thinking about my day and I would blink and
POOF morning. I would literally be in the same exact position same
thought process everything but it would be morning. Anyone else
experience this? (Reddit)
I was like 7 or 8, I know I was in 2nd grade. I
went to bed normally and I don't remember being very tired. I got into
my bed and there was a blue glow on the ceiling from my nightlight,
(yes, I was afraid of the dark in 2nd grade). I closed my eyes for a
split second, and when I opened them again, the ceiling was white. I
looked out the window and it was the morning. This was around 8 hours of
sleep, all in one blink. Has anyone else had this happen? (Reddit)
Don't remember the date or specific time
but there was a time recently where I was sitting in my room. I remember
I was sitting on my bed reading a book. It was afternoon, so maybe about
2 PM. The book I was reading wasn't particularly long yet I remember
sitting down and reading, maybe, a chapter of it. The next thing I know,
my sister is calling me down for dinner. Well, I looked at the clock and
it was close to 7 pm. I don't remember anything about that book I read,
don't remember anything between starting the book and getting yelled at
by my sister. (Reddit)
When I was around 6 years old, I would
spend every day at my aunt's house. She picked me up from school and my
mom would pick me up from her house after work. Well one night I
happened to be having a sleep-over there, and I remember laying on an
air mattress to sleep in the computer room. 5 seconds with my eyes
closed and I open them to daylight.
'How is it morning?' I thought to
myself. I frantically ran around the entire house waking my cousins and
aunt saying 'it's already morning, it's already morning!!'. I was given
the most confused looks ever. As a kid you kinda just brush it off but
not a day goes by where I don't think about it. (Reddit)
Comments on this post:
This happened to
me at 5/6 years old. I laid in bed and was looking at the light
coming from my door because my parents were still awake and had
their lights on. I blinked and my dad opened the door and said itís
time for school. I was so confused because I just took a long blink
and was still in the same position. It was one of those things that
happened once and the memory burned into my brain of how strange
that sensation was.
It happened to me
a couple times when I was a child. One of those times my mom was the
one who woke me up and I remember being really confused and telling
her that I just blinked, that I didn't slept. She just laughed and
told me that it was morning already. I was confused but I wasn't
tired at all so I assume that I just past out really fast.
When I was about
the same age, my mom traveled and I was sleeping on a mattress on
the floor in our new house with my sister and dad in the same room.
I remember lying down and opening my eyes again 5 seconds later and
my mom was there in the morning.
I was 10 years old, living in Perth,
Australia. It was night, and I had been put to bed. I was lying on the
top bunk of my bunk bed that I shared with my younger brother, but he
wasn't there at the time. The room lights were off. I had rolled on to
my stomach, and was holding the curtain open with one hand, looking
outside. It was dark, and I could see the street from my window.
It was broad daylight.
My arm and body were in the exact
same position, holding the curtain. I hadn't moved from the top bunk. I
was not groggy or sleepy as though I had just woken up. There was
nothing to indicate I had done anything except blink, or that any
significant amount of time had passed. The blink itself was sudden and
involuntary, as though I had been surprised by something, but the rest
of my body did not move.
The difference in lighting outside could not
have been more apparent. It was not twilight, or dawn, or any other time
of day. It had gone from twinkling stars to blue sky in an instant.
In retrospect, I should have checked a clock. Or observed if the
streetlights had been turned off (hard to tell if they're on during
daylight). I'm pretty sure this happened on a weekend, which is why my
brother was at a friend's house, and my parents hadn't woken me up for
school. Slightly stunned, I just got up like it was a normal day --
because that's exactly what it looked like.
I will never forget just
how sudden and complete the transition was. (Reddit)
About a year ago I was staying at my
in-laws. Sometimes on the nights my sister in law and I would stay up
chatting after everyone else had gone to sleep. I remember checking the
time and saying to her Ďoh itís nearly 1:30 am letís go to bed in a
minuteí, and then I left the living room to put my mug in the sink and
came back. When I came back into the room my SIL sat in the same
position and place as when I had walked out the room, she was still on
her phone. As I walked back in the room I noticed it was getting light
outside. I was shocked as when I walked out it was pitch black and had
only put my mug in the sink and said this to my SIL who despite sitting
there hadnít even noticed it was light as she was on her phone. When we
checked the time it was past 5 am but she swore I had only been out the
room for a minute at max if that, and I didnít feel like Iíd been out of
the room for nearly 4 hours. To this day neither have us have any
explanation for what happened. (Reddit)
As a child growing up I had always had
intense Dťjŗ vu and such. Just odd things that have happened that I
can't explain. But one thing that has only happened to me twice before
today, has always stood out from the rest. A gap in time?
So I live
in California. Just to set the time frame, it was 5 o'clock PM. I was
playing ps4 and then took to Netflix. I was laying on my bed relaxing.
Most times when I am still I fidget a little, (just cause I'm not
moving?). So I'll usually rub my thumb and index finger in circles.
Anyways, while watching Netflix and laying on my side, I was rubbing my
fingers like I sometimes do, and I blink. What to me seemed to be your
regular blink, something happened. When I opened my eyes it was dark
outside. I then checked the time and its 1 am, (30 mins ago). My psy had
gone into rest mode and my phone had lost significant battery level,
which was an obvious indicator that I may have fallen asleep.
the odd part. I usually move a lot in my sleep, waking up with all the
sheets messed up and always waking in a different position than when I
fell asleep. The sheets were not disturbed and I was still laying on my
side in the same position. And the part that confuses me the most is
that when I had opened my eyes I was still rubbing my two fingers
together. Now I cannot prove that I don't do this in my sleep but it
seems highly unlikely for me to do so, especially in a rem cycle. (Reddit)
This is something that happened to me when
I was 8 years old (Iím 31 now) and it has haunted me over all these
years. I couldnít sleep one night, so I was just staring out the window
watching a lightning storm and cuddling my cat. I had been watching it
for a while and all of a sudden there was a bright flash of lighting and
as the brightness went away it was suddenly daytime. I was extremely
confused and actually pretty scared so I ran downstairs to tell my
parents what happened and they just thought I must have fallen asleep. I
vividly remember being fully awake and watching the storm in awe. I know
it was around 2 in the morning and then all of a sudden it was 8 AM and
sunny out. I have no explanation for this, I know I didnít fall asleep.
Now that there is this forum to reach out to many people, has this
happened to anyone else?! Iím a logical/scientific person and this just
bothers me and freaks me out. (Reddit)
I must have been around eight years old
when this happened. I was trying to fall asleep but I couldnít. I was
really energetic and not at all tired. It was probably like 9:00 pm and
I was pulling my covers over my head and putting them back down again
over and over. The thing is, when I pushed my covers down for the last
time it was morning. I mean sun fully up. I wasnít even tired. (Reddit)
This isnít a throwaway account or
whatever, I just donít do much lol. Anyway, this first story is me at my
grandmas. I was probably around 6? 5? I was sleeping out in the living
room with my sister, she was asleep, and I was watching TV. It was
around 11pm, so I decided to turn the TV off and go to bed. So I closed
my eyes, then about a second later, I heard voices. It was 7am, and my
dad and grandma weíre sitting on the couch. (Reddit)
Time when Standing
When I was maybe 4 or 5, I remember just getting into bed. I
literally blinked, then realized I forgot my pajamas. I went to my
mother's room, where I kept my clothes, and grabbed my pajamas. My mom
looked at me, confused, and asked what I was doing. When I told her, she
said that it was morning. I was so confused. But I looked outside, and
sure enough. It was morning. This is also the only perfectly clear
memory I have from that long ago. (Reddit)
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I had the same thing at the same age. I went to
bed fully awake, felt like I just blinked and suddenly my mom was
standing in my room, saying that I should get up, because it's 10 in the
morning, which was very strange. At this time I usually was awake at 6-7
o clock in the morning. To this moment I read your story, I simply
brushed it off to be an weird illusion or an very good sleep. But I've
never heard from others, that had the same story.
Three years ago I was alone for about two weeks because my parents
went on a holiday. It was hot summer day and I woke up late around 1pm.
My brother was also out of town so I was all alone. I went to bathroom
and ate breakfast and decided to pick up trash around the house and
throw it away. So I took garbage and went to the trashcan that is
located at the end of my street about 50 meters from my house. It was
hot and sunny outside (I remember because I hate great heat). Then I
came back through my garden and opened my house window door, and when I
stepped in my house and turned around to close the door I saw through
the window door that it was dark outside. It looked like night fell in
an instant. I paused in confusion. I didn't know how to explain what
happened. I went to my room to check time on my phone and it was 9pm.
Somehow time skipped for 8 hours in an instant and I felt fucked up
totally. I called my brother to see if he maybe came by in that time
period but he was still out of town. I didn't chat nor I communicated
with a single person. I felt terrified. I wasn't hungry or thirty
either. My parents haven't called me yet to check on me which was weird.
I wasn't doing any drugs at that time nor I drank alcohol.
thing was when I turned around to see darkness, I didn't change
location, I just realized that it was dark outside. (Reddit)
This is something that's freaked me out for my entire life. I'm not
sure what to call it other than just disappearing. No one really
believes me when I tell them. (Sorry for formatting, I'm on mobile)
The first time it happened, I was in preschool. I was a teacher's pet
and clung to my teachers side all the time. We went on a field trip to
this building that had a lot of different areas to explore and play in.
The preschool classes were split in to groups to go around and play in
each different area. My group was supposed to go from the statues, to
the library, to the foam pit, to the playground. Each group went into
this rotation, just starting at a different point, so that once one
group left another was ready to come in behind them.
My class went to
the statues first. It was just a room with a bunch of art and statues in
it and we were walked in a single file line behind the teacher to see
everything. Being the teacher's pet, I was right behind my teacher
holding her hand as she lead us. We got to this dog statue, I looked up
at it, and all of a sudden no one was with me anymore. My entire class
was gone. I didn't know what to do, so I went to find another teacher.
She told me that my group was already on the playground, I lost over an
hour of time. I was scolded by my teacher for running off.
problem is I was in the EXACT same position when I realized no one was
there. I hadn't moved at all. Why did my teacher not realize she let go
of my hand? Why did all the kids behind me just walk around me? Why did
the other classes that came in not notice me? I was staring at a dog
statue for over an hour and have no recollection of it, meanwhile my
teacher couldn't find me.
The second time it happened, I was 16. My
mom had taken me and my younger sister shopping for clothes and we were
all looking through the clearance rack. We were all on the same aisle.
We were talking and I noticed a cute shirt. I grabbed it off the rack
and looked at it for a second. Decided it was cute, wanted to show my
mom. I turned around and said, "Hey, look at thi-". My mom was nowhere
to be found. Neither was my sister. The only person in this aisle was an
older lady, who seemed extremely confused.
The store was set up so
that you could clearly see over the racks, so they weren't one aisle
over or anything. They weren't anywhere near me. I went walking through
the store and found them at the checkout. 20 minutes had passed and they
had no idea where i had went. They said they assumed I walked off to
look at something.
I think about these experiences often, trying to
make sense of them. How do I lose that much time? How does no one notice
me? Where do I go? (Reddit)
[Here is another child that disappears and appears at the exact same
Ok so Iím new to this thread so I really donít know if other people
have posted about this ďglitchĒ, but I just find it really creepy. Here
When I was a child, I used to go with my grandma to this huge
supermarket (donít remember its name) that had a mini Coffee Shop and a
Bar. I would usually go to the family-friendly bar and just sit there
and watch TV while my grandma was shopping. The thing is that one day,
as soon as I got to the supermarket I went straight to the bar as usual,
only that this time there was no one, not even the bartender (probably
in the bathroom or something). When I sat in the middle of the bar
table, I realized that the TV was streaming a live soccer game, so I
decided to get comfortable in the high chair and watch it. After a
while, I clearly remember that all of the sudden my focus was completely
on the TV, to the point where everything else on my POV went black. I
kind of zoned out and just concentrated on the soccer game... Just when
match had ended, I kind of ďzoomed back into realityĒ and immediately I
started being aware of my surroundings. The creepy thing is that, as
soon as I got out of the big chair, when I turned around I was
completely shocked by the scenario that was going on. There were around
10 cops next to my grandma who was crying, because I apparently VANISHED
COMPLETELY from the supermarket. Since I was only child, I was totally
confused rather than scared of what just happened. I started to explain
to my grandma that I had been in the bar the whole time, and that I
didnít even move for a second. To this date, Iím still creeped out about
what happened at that supermarket and why did I vanished as soon as I
ďzoomed out of realityĒ while I was watching the soccer game.
currently 17 years old, and I was around 8 when that happened, so I
clearly remember everything of that day and how I felt. Have any of you
experienced that before? Could there be an explanation? (Reddit)
...The final incident occurred at the same apartment. I was in the
bathroom kneeling in front of the tub washing my hair under the tap. I
should say that I have always been very good about "time". I knew I had
a certain amount of time to do my hair, get to work, etc.
myself holding my head under the tap and wondering how long I'd been
there. Washing my hair took about 3 minutes and when I finally got up
and looked at the clock in my kitchen it was 60 minutes later. I was
actually going to be late for work.
At first I thought I may have
passed out, but that doesn't explain why I was still kneeling in front
of the tub, exactly as I'd been when I started. Then I wondered if the
alarm clock in the bedroom had been wrong, but I checked that and it was
It was an ordinary morning. I used to get up a 4 am everyday to get
ready for work, by 6 I had to be out of the house. I woke up with more
energy than usual, keep in mind that I don't use any type of drugs nor
vitamins, I woke up cheery as well. Got out of bed and headed downstairs
to shower. On my way down I double checked my phone's time as well and
the clock on my dads phone, only two or three minutes had passed. I
turned on the boiler and played some music while I was in there. By the
time the 4th song had ended I was already out of the shower (I measure
how long I am in the shower with music), all of this should've taken no
more than 15 minutes as they were fairly short songs. I expected it to
be around 4:20 by the time I went back upstairs, however, when I checked
the clock, I was already 6:30. I bolted upstairs to check other clocks
and it was the same, 6:30. I couldn't understand how it had happened,
but in a span of 15 minutes I lost 2 hours. (Reddit)
[The following is a really strange case, because the child was
physically not there at the spot where he had his missing memory. There
are actually more stories like this in which a child disappears, parents
and other people frantically looking for him, and then the child is
found at the exact same spot where it disappeared.]
Imagine 1984. Eastern Europe. Romania, to be exact. I'm 4 years old,
and am on a vacation with my grandparents to improve my health.
disappeared into thin air for 5 hours and, obviously, I reappeared. It's
hard to be precise about this, because I remember what happened so
clearly, that after 34 years I can't stop thinking about it.
trying to make sense of this, but so far... You're guess is as good as
So, the 80ies. Eastern Europe. To be precise in Romania,
in the northern Carpathian mountains. Early summer. I think it was May
As a kid, I was always sick, usually with some respiratory
infections, so my grandparents thought it a good idea to take me to the
mountains, for my health. Back then nobody had heard of allergies. My
grandparents took me on vacation, to a little mountain village and
resort called Vatra Dornei.
In that time, it was a sweet, and cosy
place, in a woodsy, elevated area. The hotel, we stayed in, was in the
middle of a park, morphing into the woods around. I remember, lots of
squirrels lived in the park surrounding the hotel. The animals were used
to people feeding them. It was a major attraction. You could buy walnuts
in the hotel, and bang them together, and the squirrels came racing down
the trees to snatch the nuts out of your palm, or just eat them then and
there. They weren't shy.
The village was further down a slope, and
stretched along a main road, and train tracks. There were several tiny
shops, a restaurant and a coffee/pastry shop. The train station was
tiny, but it was the heart of that village. The main road then split to
a U-bent "Y" shape, over a narrow concrete bridge. The side road ran
with the broad creek on one side, and a woodsy rocky slope, with only
one row of civilian houses on the other side. And that was it. That was
the village, as far as I remember.
The water in the creek was low,
and had a blueish-green, and it was a hot and cloudless day, maybe a bit
muggy. A fairly pleasant day, birds chirped, the creek whispered, there
was warm sweet scented wind rustling the lush green trees. It was nearly
noon, when my grandparents and me were on our way to the into a boutique
For some unknown reason (I really donít know why I got so
weirded out by that shop), I didnít want in. I told my grandparents,
that I didnít want to, but they tried to drag me along.
"Iím a dog
now. Dogs arenít allowed inside.ď I grabbed a light pole in front of the
shop and hooked my arms around it. Like children tend to, I was serious
about it, and demonstrated with stubbornly clinging to it, hiding my
face from grandma and grandpa. I remembered my gran losing it, and just
telling me: "Fine! Dogs stay where you leave them." I simply nodded,
happy to have gotten my will. I barked, panted and looked around,
scratched my ear with a pretended paw. Then it went fuzzy.
I focused into consciousness (I donít know how else to describe a slowly
growing sense of re-cognition, like waking up, or wiping off your dirty
glasses, and suddenly seeing properly? I hope that makes... sense?),
walking down the side road, the bridge now in my back, the river to my
right, the rocky slope to my left, with the woods looming over the
The shop was over 500 meters behind me. I was suddenly aware
that there were no people. At all. I felt it: a hollow, empty feeling of
loneliness. I was truly alone. Then I noticed, it was silent. There was
no sound whatsoever. The river, the wind, the birds - all gone from the
sound sphere. I couldn't even hear myself. I walked in absolute silence.
I suspected that all movement around me had stopped. My mind was working
miraculously effortless and crystal-clear. Even at that age, I marveled
at that. Since then I never reached that level of clearness and
concentrated logic, and that is a remarkable thing.
I made several
paces on the pavement, and I looked at my feet. I noted that I was
throwing out six long shadows into every direction, I was the center of
a shadowstar. I asked myself where the light was coming from. So many
shadows werenít normal, I knew that. I tilted my head to look up. In the
sky, there was no sun, no moon, no light source whatsoever. It was
strangely dim though.
I was in a most remarkable place. Nowadays I
named that place either behind the curtains or hallway to reality.
Right as I started to fully realize the strangeness of the situation, I
focused again into holding the pole. I felt dazed. For me, this all
situation took only five minutes.
My grandpa grabbed me by the
shoulders, frantically asking me, where I had been. Why did I wonder
off? Confused I told him: ĄI was right here. I was a doggy. I waited for
you to come out again.ď
Then he scooped me up and yelled, that he has
About ten people, including people from the shop, from the
hotel and the train station gathered around. Everybody was relieved,
they talked to grandma and grandpa. As my grandpa told them what I told
him, they shake their heads. Grandmaís eyes fogged up.
Then I was
told, that they formed a search party to find me. I was nowhere. Nobody
saw me. Nobody found me, only when I was back from that placeÖ
really sick afterwards. Three days of fever and diarrhea, the doctors
told my grandparents, that I had food poisoning. We all ate the same,
but I was the only one getting ill.
After that we left the resort and
I never got back to that place. My parents werenít told the story right
away (only several months later), which I thought weird, but my
grandparents probably had their reasons.
Some years ago, I
talked to my grandma about the incident. Her version: she told me, that
she recruited all the people around town, looking for me. She tore
through the whole village, my grandpa walking the length of the creek,
the hotel, the park, the woods. They looked everywhere possible for 5
hours. She thought, people looked in every house, and stopped a train to
look for me. I was gone, until grandpa found me in the same place, they
saw me the last time. First, they didn't want to believe me, that I was
there, and waited. I told them what happened, and never changed my
story. A day later, I got really sick, and grandpa ran with me in his
arms to the doctors. I seemingly lost consciousness from the high fever.
( that was news to me)
This whole thing is bugging me. I don't really
know what to make of it. The memories about it are still clear and
impressive, I trust the sensory perceptions of that event. (Reddit)
[Here is another case in which the child disappears for hours, From
the child's point of view she was in the bathroom , then in the clouds,
then sleeping in the bedroom.]
The following story happened to me when I was
four years old and I have no recollection of it. I only know what my
family has told me.
When I was a kid my dad worked in Mexico and
would visit us about once a month. We lived in a small town in south
Texas. One day before picking him up at the bus station, my mom told my
siblings and I to use the bathroom at home so we wouldn't have to use
them at the bus station.
My brother and sister said they saw me walk
into the bathroom, but they never saw me walk out. My mom opened the
door to check on me and I was gone. With the lay out of our apartment,
it would be impossible for me to walk out without anyone noticing.
My mom started panicking and called my grandpa
who was a police officer at the time. Within an hour multiple police
officers and neighbors were searching for me at our apartment complex
with no luck. Three hours later, my godmother found me in my bedroom
sound asleep on my bed. The weird thing is that there were multiple
people searching inside the apartment as well, and they hadn't found me
It gets weirder. When they asked me where I
was, four year old me said I was in the sky making clouds with a duck
using a machine that had a crank that you would spin on one side, and
then clouds would come out the other side. I also kept saying that I
would see a red light on the TV screen for a few weeks.
I didn't fully believe this story growing up
until I was visiting my grandma in Mexico City years later, and she
confirmed it saying that my mom had called her crying right after it
My family likes to joke that I was abducted by
aliens then returned home after a few hours. This all happened thirty
one years ago, and I still have no memories of it at all. (Reddit)
A comment on this post:
I was watching fish in a large tank in my aunt's
kitchen once when I was maybe 6 years old. My dad couldn't find me. They
yelled and searched the house. Then, the neighborhood. They found me in
the same spot when they came back. They were FREAKED. I only remember
watching the fish - none of the yelling or people in the room.
So I really wanna know if this has ever happens to anyone before. It was
pretty strange and it happened on a work day. I was figuring the angles
for some ridge caps on the roof. I had another worker with me when this
happened, so I know I wasn't just tripping or something. I just cut an
angle for one of the caps and was about to go on the back on the roof. I
asked the dude I was working with what time it was, he showed me his
phone it said 10:56. I was like okay cool and went up on the roof and he
followed. I get up there and put the cap down, look at it for a second
and light a cigarette. I take two measurements, figure an angle real
quick, make a couple marks, and start heading for the ladder. I flick my
cig which burnt all the way down and head down the ladder to make a cut.
This whole time maybe 10 minutes passed by if even. Right before I make
my cut I ask my co-worker what time it is. He kinda laughs and starts to
say "u just ask me ..." Then I see a look of pure confusion. "Its 11:53"
he said still looking puzzled. I look at his phone in pure disbelief
sure enough a hour passed by. But it's super weird cause it's literally
impossible for an hour to pass by like that. For one I smoked a full
cigarette in an hour? Don't think so. Also I saw his phone before we
went up and after we both knew what time it was. We even asked the
election what time it was to make sure his phone was right.. Which it
was. And the last weird thing is that he has 3 missed calls from our
boss but we didn't hear his phone ring and he had it turned up an in his
pocket. I don't know I know there's probably a logical explanation but
this was just really. Anyways anyone ever experience anything like this?
[This story is told by his friend, but from his point of view, he was
in the bathroom and the next moment in the closet.]
Similar experience but with my grown friend! It was roughly 4-5 years
ago and four of us were at my friend K's house. We were being dumb
teenagers and came to the conclusion her house was haunted, and
proceeded to do "cleansing rituals" which were basically boiling spices
and burning candles, weird kids I know. After a while we realized J was
missing, and we weren't sure how long he'd been gone. We assumed maybe
he was in the bathroom so we left it alone, but after 10 minutes or so
we went to check and found the only bathroom empty.
We all got a bit
worried and started checking the entire house, closets, under beds,
sofas, cupboards, ANYWHERE he could've gone. We thought maybe he had
gone home? I ran over to his house (he was about 5 minutes walking from
K's house) to find he wasn't there, or anywhere along the way.
back to K's house and we look for him again, about 45 minutes has passed
now. We talk and try to figure out what to do, when K goes to the
bathroom and finds J coming out of a closet we checked twice. He was
disoriented and nauseous and didn't want to talk but the next day he was
fine. He doesn't remember a thing.
Still not entirely sure what
happened or where he went :/ and yes we checked the floor and behind
clothes in the closets , so he couldn't have just hid to scare us.
Outside of Time?
I must admit, this happened years ago but I still remember it
Since I was a child, I've not slept well. I've tried
sleeping masks, shutting off electronic devices, white noise apps etc. I
always wake up after only a couple hours sleep, not feeling well rested.
But one night I was packing with my mum to go to the airport. We had to
wake up at 9am so I went to bed at one. I put on the radio to help me
sleep as usual, my mum said goodnight and shut off my lights. I put on
my sleeping mask closed my eyes for about 3 seconds while listening to
I then felt a warmth in my body, where it felt going up to
my brain and almost felt like my thoughts are clearer. I chose to ignore
it and continued listening to the music, trying to get to sleep - still
feeling a little weird.
My mum then called me from the other room, so
I took off my blindfold (after what must've been 10 seconds of having it
on) to see what she wanted, and I looked outside my window to see broad
daylight! I also felt completely well rested. And thee same part of the
same song was still playing, as if no time had passed at all.
came into the room to wake me up and saw me startled, so she asked me
what's wrong. I verified the time (9am to the dot) on her phone. She
didn't believe me when I told her I experienced no time passing since
she shut off my lights.
I remembered this memory after years, when I
woke up to go to an airport again. Had to post it here. (Reddit)
I used to work at a coffee shop. I opened the shop and worked from
5am-10:30am. I watch the clock like a hawk to get off and left at 10:30
on the dot. I only lived 5 minutes away, so I went home, let my dog out
and took a piss in my own bathroom real quick before I went out to the
store. It could have only been 10:45 am at the latest at the time I left
my house for the store.
When I got to the store I checked my phone
and it was 3:32 pm. About 5 hours of my life had just disappeared. I
double checked that I was reading that right, and I was. I assumed my
phone was wrong so I didnít think anything of it. Got my shit and went
home. The clock on the microwave read 3:48. I couldnít believe it so I
checked my laptop, stove and iPad and it was 3:48. I was getting a bit
freaked out and called a friend to ask them what time they had, and they
confirmed it was (by that time) 3:50-something pm.
I told my friend
what happened and they thought maybe I misremembered what time I had
worked... but I had opened the store at 5 am alone, starting all the
coffee and tea, those arenít normal tasks you can mix up with the tasks
you do on another shift. I then texted a coworker to send me a photo of
our schedule, and it confirmed I had worked from 5am-10:30am.
there a term for this specific phenomenon or losing large chunks of
time? Itís so strange and unnerving, I wonder about where I was or where
the rest of the world was during those lost 5 hours. I wonder if anyone
else lost the same 5 hours I did. (Reddit)
I was just reminded of this
bizarre incident that happened about two years ago. My friend and I were
living in an apartment in a large complex. Every night, I'd take my dog
outside before bed; the building was almost totally surrounded by an
open lawn, so I just did a single lap around the building as she did her
business. The area was open, well-lit, and I was never further than 20
feet from the exterior wall of our building. The walk only took about 7
minutes at dog-stop-and-sniff speed; you could sprint it in less than a
One night, right after we finished watching a TV show (so we
knew the exact time) I went out to walk the dog, and everything was
completely normal. No delay, no unexpected hiccups, exactly the same as
every other night. But when I walked back in, I took one look at my
friend and realized something was terribly wrong.
He was in an
absolute panic. Where minutes earlier he'd been lounging in his pajamas,
he was now fully dressed (complete with shoes) and was so drenched in
sweat his shirt was pasted to his back. His eyes were wild and he looked
like he'd been crying; this is a huge 6'4" guy, typically unafraid of
anything, and he looked scared out of his mind. He ran over, picked me
up off my feet in a bear hug, and half-screamed/half-sobbed, "WHERE HAVE
He frantically explained that I'd been gone for 45
minutes. After the first 15, he'd gotten dressed and gone looking. He
lapped the building multiple times, never seeing me. He spent 20 minutes
running around searching before going back home to get help. I'd taken
my phone with me and he didn't have one, so I could see that he had
several browser pages open trying to find a way to call 911 over the
internet (but fortunately hadn't been successful). I pulled my phone out
of my pocket and showed him that it had, in fact, only been 7 minutes.
He was stunned, but insisted that he had watched every clock in the room
as 45 excruciating minutes ticked by, though now all of them reflected
the correct time.
None of it made any sense. There was absolutely no
way that he would have had the time to wait, get concerned, get dressed,
go outside, search around, give up, and come back all before I made it
back home 7 minutes later. Even if he had, he could not possibly have
missed me (or vice versa) when lapping the building; there is absolutely
nowhere to hide. At the very least, my dog would have noticed him
running around even if we somehow didn't see each other. (And I've known
him for nearly 20 years and he's not an actor or prankster; whatever
happened, there's not a doubt in my mind he was absolutely honest.) (Reddit)
I was walking my dog one afternoon, and I decided to go through an
alley (I pass there sometimes, but usually not with my dog) and when I
got out of the alley, I found myself on a different block, which was not
connected in any way to the alley. I was spooked, so I didn't go back
through the alley, and just went the long way back. A couple of days
later I went through the same alley, and I got to the normal exit. Very
I was walking around Las Vegas with my friend and as we were talking
as we were navigating the maze of a casino. Then, the next thing I
remember we were in a completely different part of the hotel (went from
the casino to the mall) I asked my friend if he has a big gap in his
memory and he said yeah wtf. As we were going over the story we have 2
gaps in the same place. Once when we were walking through the casino and
we ended up in the mall and once after we were in the mall and tried to
find our way out. (Reddit)
[The following is not exactly walking, but skateboarding. This story
is interesting because the person was just outside the building and was
there when looked for.]
This happened when I was about 14years old and itís something Iíve
never been able to explain and my Dad flat out refuses to believe me.
On this evening my Dad had a meeting at our local bar/club type deal. My
older brother was going to be gone for the night so my Dad gave me the
option to either go with him (we were both members at the club) or stay
home by myself. Not really wanting to be home alone I opted to go along.
My Dad would always buy me as many sodas/snacks Iíd ask for so it was a
win win. I decided to take along my skateboard because not to far from
the building there was a small incline with the sidewalk and I thought
if I got bored I could go out and skate down the small hill (if you
stepped out the building you can see the hill). So we get there and I
get settled in with my soda and snack while my Dad is attending his
meeting. About an hour in, I finished my chips and soda and get pretty
bored, so I go find my Dad and tell him Iím going to go skate up and
down the hill a bit, he said fine just to check in with him from time to
time. So I go do my own thing skating up and down the hill. About half
an hour passes and I go back in to check in with my Dad and ask for
another soda. My Dad thanks me for checking in, buys me another soda and
tells me his meeting will be wrapping up in an hour or so. I let him
know I am going back to skateboard the hill I check the time before I
head back out it was 8:30 (this will be important here in a minute). I
skate up and down the hill for a bit again before I figure my Dads
meeting is about over and I head in. I walk in to everyone stopped and
looked at me, before I see my Dad rushing toward me. Dad: ďWHERE IN THE
HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!?!Ē Me: ďI been skating up and down the hill like I
told you Dad.Ē Dad: ďI went out there and hollered for you half an hour
ago and didnít see you anywhereĒ (Remember I said you can see the hill
if you step out of the building and my Dad has a voice that you can not
mistake and definitely not not hear think Sam Elliottís voice.) Me:
ďHalf an hour ago? Dad itís only been half an hour since I last came in
to check in with you. (Looks at clock and sees its 9:30 not 9:00) Dad:
ďIíve walked up and down that hill and hollered your name so stop lying
and you need to call your brother because heís worried about you and
heís on his way to come look for you. I was about to call the Damn
police ďSarahĒ (not my real name).
There is no way in this world that
1.) I would not have heard my Dad call my name trust me. 2.) If they did
walk up and down the hill they would have found me because on everything
I was there. 3.) how did I lose half an hour chunk of time because I
looked before I walked out and the clock said 8:30 and the building had
a clock on the outside and I SWEAR it was 9:00 when I went to walk back
in. It would not have took me more then 2 minutes to walk back inside
thatís how close it was. (Reddit)
I was hiking with a friend one day and we climbed up a small hill off
the trail for a scenic view. Half an hour later we start hiking back
down and suddenly we find ourselves as if we backtracked and going up
the same hill again. There was NO way this could've happened. I've hiked
there before and I'm pretty familiar with the trails. There was no way
we could've even walked down and back up to the same spot where we where
within a minute. We both looked at each other wondering how the heck did
we end up here again? Has that happened to anyone else before? It was as
if we entered a wormhole that backtracked us, walking that spot all over
In the Woods
This is the first time I have ever told this story to anyone other
than a few of my close friends. I would just like to hear if anyone has
experienced anything similar.
I found some photos for proof, and may
be able to track more down when I go home for the holidays.
I grew up
in a rural community in Southern Ontario, it was one of those places
where everyone wears camo and when deer hunting opens everything becomes
deserted. As a kid I spent the majority of my time in my forest playing
alone, as my sisters werenít too fond of leaving the house and my
closest friend lived a few kilometers away. My favourite pastime was
finding anything I could hit things with (stick, axe, hockeystick) and
just run around the woods for hours practicing my combat skills against
defenceless trees. Everyday my bus would drop me off around 2:55pm,
giving me lots of time to defeat my wooden enemies before my parents
returned around 5:30pm, and once it was summer, I was out there from the
moment I woke up. But I was always sure to be back, and in the house
before my parents got back (so they couldnít catch me messing about with
a splitting axe). This was my nightly routine from about age 9-13.
around age 13, the act started to get boring; I knew my forest like the
back of my hand, and finally had worked hard enough to buy an Xbox. One
summer day, the internet went out ruining my game of Medal of Honor, so
I decided to do the one thing I had done a million times before and go
get lost in my forest. It was probably around 10-10:30am, so I knew I
had plenty of time before my dad came home.
This being Southern
Ontario, the only thing that I was remotely scared of were fishers.
Combined with the fact that I was no longer interested in fighting the
trees, I only brought with me my fancy pocket knife I had kidnapped from
my fatherís police cruiser. I ran into my forest, up the main path and
over a ridge I had scaled many times before. I was gone probably 20
minutes when things started to feel strange. For some odd reason, I felt
as though I was being watched. I had never seen anyone but my neighbour
in my forest before, so I immediately tossed the idea aside thinking
that I was just being overreactive.
I kept run/walking for about
another 10 minutes when the feeling started to get much stronger. I
suddenly felt as though I was somewhere I shouldnít be; as though the
branches overhead started to get thicker and everything got much darker
and much quieter. Occasionally, I would hear this strange sound. It
wasnít like any animal I had heard before, but more like the bell on a
bike with an odd echo to it (almost like a metallic cricket). I decided
that I should probably head home and checked the time on my phone:
11:00am. It was then that I realized I had no idea where I was. Keep in
mind that I knew every inch of this forest, from the roads that boarder
3 sides to the lake that borders the other, I had hiked every inch of it
numerous times before. Yet, I had no idea where I was.
things started to get stranger. I looked down around my feet and saw a
bunch of metal buckets and various metal tools. This is when I heard a
voice. It seemed like a child calling for me by name. The voice was
light and seemed to flow effortlessly on the wind. In my panic, I
assumed it was one of my sisters calling for me to come home, so
naturally I called my sisters name back. When I got no response, I took
my phone out and tried calling; but this being the middle of nowhere on
the Canadian Shield, I had no service. I looked around and out of the
corner of my eye saw something dart behind a tree. I looked around me
and saw laying in the ground among the buckets a rusted red bicycle,
like one from the 50s you see in anti-nuke posters. And the bike seemed
to be in the one part of the forest that light was shining through, kind
of staging it. I quickly opened my camera and took a photo, thinking my
eyes were playing tricks on me.
And then I heard it again. But this
time the child sounded like they were almost singing my name, breaking
it up at the syllables. I started to quickly walk away, hoping that I
would end up anywhere but this area. But the voice seemed to follow me
and I kept seeing glimpses of something running behind the trees keeping
pace with me. So naturally, I started running as fast as I could. I ran
as quickly as my legs could manage, not caring for the branches that
would whip me in the face and eyes. After about 15 minutes of running,
things started to look familiar. I ran down a massive hill and the trees
started to become more open and brighter. I slowed down and started to
walk, too terrified to check behind me. Once the feeling of impending
doom settled, I finally mustered the strength to turn around. The moment
I turned around is a moment I will never ever forget. I turned behind me
and through the trees saw my house; as if I had been running away from
it the entire time. Thinking that I mustíve just gotten turned around,
and absolutely hating the idea of running back into the forest, I walked
towards the house. As I was probably 100m from my house, I heard a
spinechilling shriek come from the forest behind me, similar to the
sound of a mountain lion screaming or raccoons fighting but it was far
louder and seemed to be coming from not just one place, but almost many
places at once.
I sprinted the final steps to my house and did not
turn back. As soon as I entered the house I came face to face with my
father, who was sitting at the kitchen table. I looked at the clock on
the wall and saw it was 4:45pm. I have no idea what happened in the 5
hours between the time the photo was taken and the time I got home. All
I remember is the 30 minutes it took me to get in, and around 20 minutes
it took me to get out. I went right to my room and stared at the photo
on my phone, assuring myself that it had happened, and I had seen what I
This was almost 5 years ago, and I still find myself
looking at the photo to show myself it happened, and I didnít just go
mad. After that day, I decided that I would not venture out into the
forest alone and started a new character on Skyrim to assure that I
wouldnít want to go outside even if the internet was down. My parents
moved out of that house this past summer and into the city. I still love
going outside, and even found myself working in isolation camps in the
middle of the Rockies this past summer, yet I cannot go alone or outside
the calling range of a friend. I have no idea what occurred that summer
day, nothing paranormal has ever happened to me before or since that
I was on a field trip to our local park. Our teacher decided to let
us go on one of the trails. This trail had a larger trail and a smaller
trail inside it's loop. The smaller trail had a slimy stinky pond inside
it. The small trail was just a circular area surrounding the pond. But
the pond had an area that went under a little bridge walkway. On one
side of the bridge was the pond, on the other was a flowing tiny creek.
My friend and I decided to just take the small trail and stop at the
bridge and wait and then go back to the bus..cause we didn't feel like
walking that day. So that is what we did. I remember it being shaded by
the trees except for the little bridge so my friend laid down on the
bridge in the only sunny spot...facing the larger trail.
could see the smaller trail from the larger trail. I thought I saw a
crawdad...loved those things and decided I was going to go into the
little creek and grab it. I remember thinking that it was convenient
that there was stone steps down into the creek. I walked down them and
thought nothing of it.
I remember standing in the creek and
looking down it. I remember saying to my friend along the lines of
something doesn't look right in this creek. Look at it, it just seems to
go on for a long time..but it shoudn't. I mean it should end at the
parking lot. The parking lot was in front of the trail right outside the
I remember nothing else...NOTHING..at some point my
shoe was Untied and I stooped down to tie it and my stomach growled. I
said to my friend.. we need to get back..I stepped up the rocks out of
the creek and onto the bridge. My friend said yeah and I remember me
being afraid. I was like its spooky here, it seems so late lets hurry
and go. She agreed, got up and we ran towards the entrance.
teacher, our classmates and our bus was gone. But the cops, the fireman,
the principal and our parents were all there. They were getting ready to
drag the pond. We had been gone for around 4 hours. Numerous people
walked both trails and walked over that little bridge..they said.
They were mad because they said we could not have been where we said
we were. They were mad cause they thought we were hiding and not coming
when they screamed our names. But we weren't lying. My friend and I
became distance. We never ever talked about it... not once. (Reddit)
[This is a longer story but very interesting, and similar to what
I found is one of the reasons of people going missing.]
I grew up in Vietnam. my family is very affluent so we had just 10
acres of land all to ourselves, no one else really lived here except a
house here and there. our closest neighbors were 3 miles away. Our
territory wasnít gated except for a smallish brick wall and we had a ton
of street dogs that we adopted that kind of roamed around.
under strict instructions to NEVER go anywhere past these certain trees
that were marked and once sunset started I couldnít go past the west
territory. Now I want to say that in Vietnam, people are very
superstitious. It is not so much whether you believe in
ghosts/spirits/the paranormal or not but whether they can harm you.
Whenever I walked past these trees the dogs would furiously bark and a
few would drag me back by my shirt or even go bark at my familyís
workers and kind of ďtellĒ on me. I always assumed that it was because I
was very young so they didnít want me to wander off and get lost. When I
was 13 I became more and more interested. My family went to a funeral
while the workers still worked and my grandmother watched me.
grandmother was a very old woman, I was a very sneaky child. I obviously
snuck off and while I was wandering through the woods, I explored, saw
pythons, lizards, water moniters, and monkeys. Hereís the weird thing. I
felt like the whole time these animals were like kind of leading me to
something if that makes sense. I distinctly remember the first animal
that I saw was a huge dragonfly. It lead me past the marked trees on the
east side of my territory and then I saw frog that had really weird
texture to it, very rough kind of lizard like.
I felt like I was in a
trance like state and animal transformed into another animal and I began
to come to the realization that these werenít different animals but the
same one transforming. I didnít see it transform but it could be a
moniter lizard and then it would go past a rock and the next animal
would be a huge python.
I should also mention that all my dogs (we
had about 20 of them at that time) were fiercely protective of me and
trailed me like shadows. All the workers always said that wherever I
walked a hoard of dogs would follow and when I slept around night they
all slept directly outside my window. However, less and less dogs
followed me as I got deeper into the woods. By the time I saw the lizard
moniter Iím pretty sure only a handful were still me. Most stayed back
after the first few trees.
I realized it was getting really dark but
the sky looked weird for some reason. I stopped following the ďanimalĒ
which was a monkey at this point and just turned back. Getting back was
a lot more difficult than getting there. When I was following the
creature I felt like the woods were just kind of opening up a trail for
me. Like I didnít trip on any shrubs or vines and nothing really blocked
my way. The way going back I was convinced the woods completely changed.
I wasnít really scared just a little cold since I believed I didnít even
wander off that far. Eventually I heard some dogs barking and followed
and I could see my house. Everyone was frantic when I came back, they
had about 100 people searching for me (family and our workers) and a few
more people like extended family of workers that owed favors to my
Apparently I had been missing for three days and the husband
of one of my aunts workers went in after me and heís been missing since
then. I got really scared and told my family what happened and they were
white in the face. We drove to a very popular Buddhist temple and we got
blessed and the monks told my family what they believed happened while I
stood outside eavesdropping with my older cousin.
Our family has a
problem with people going missing. My grandmother's brother said he felt
like he was being guided with a hand on his back and he was stuck
between two rocks. His old black dog found him which is a common belief
in Vietnam that all black dogs are very powerful and can scare spirits
away which explains why my uncle always picked all black dogs.
grandmas first son was playing in a creek while she traveled a little
more downstream to do laundry and she said it seemed like someone pushed
him in and held his head down and as she tried to run to him, something
in the water wrapped around her foot. A villager nearby ran down to save
The monks gave me a Buddha necklace they blessed and I still
wear that necklace today. The man that went missing who was looking for
me was never found although my mom told me they did. I believe my aunt
paid the wife a large sum of money and bought them a house far away and
still sends money regularly.
A few days after this the workers
started chopping down trees and a fence was built around the east side
of our territory and we started a karaoke bar that now resides there.
What do I believe happened? I have many theories but I think the spirits
are upset that my grandmother came into their land and built over it.
Before my family cut down trees and built our house there, no one lived
there. I think they were upset we were disturbing their peace and quiet.
I still donít like going hiking to this day. when I do itís never a very
far hike and I donít let my dog off leash because Iím terrified.
... I thought I was gone for only a few hours. I wasnít hungry or
thirsty at all and it seemed like nothing changed. I also want to
mention that the sky did not go from light to dark to light to dark like
it should have if it was three days. I left home at noon and came back
at night. (Reddit)
I don't know if this was a glitch or just my
mind being weird, but here it goes.
Some years ago, when I was around 18 or 19, me
and some friends were hanging around town when we decided to go to one
of the guy's home to watch a movie or so. I have not been there before
but it was about a 20 minute walk from where I parked my car near the
So we went to his home, watched a few movies,
drank some beers, nothing too special yet. At some point, around 1 am or
so, I began to feel tired and most of my friends had already fallen
asleep. I remember sitting on the computer chair watching the movie on
the screen, having my feet put up on a small table, which was
surprisingly comfortable so I must have fallen asleep as well although I
don't really remember doing so.
The next thing I remember is me walking down
the road towards the city center in the middle of the night. I was
confused because I didn't remember anything that happened in the time
gap between 1 am and 4 am, which was about the time my phone said. I was
fully dressed, with neatly tied shoes and all, had all my stuff with me,
including a backpack with all the things in it.I took out of there
earlier. Nothing was missing. I have absolutely no memory of waking up
in the chair, getting up, packing all my stuff, putting on my shoes and
jacket, looking for keys, going out of the house or strolling down the
road or anything else.
I knew where I was heading to from the moment
my mind became clear though. I kind of "woke up" thinking about going to
my car which is weird because I don't remember even making that
decision. Also, I don't really know that area of town that well to
remember all the way to my car when I'm half asleep but I was on the
right way. And again, I have no memory of how I got there or what
happened, my mind kind of popped into consciousness while I was already
acting like I was awake for at least 20 minutes.
What was also weird is, that the time felt kind
of odd. To me, my last memory of sitting in the chair around 1am felt
like it was maybe 30 minutes ago, but it must have clearly been more
like 3 hours, although it didn't feel like that at all.
Of course I have considered the possibility of
sleep walking, but never, in my entire life before or after that night,
have I ever experienced sleep walking or anything else you would not
consider normal sleep behaviour. Neither had my family. I don't think it
was because of the alcohol either, because I only drank 3 beers which
was already a while back. And apparently my friends didn't even wake up
when I was leaving which is also weird considering the noises I must
To this day, I can't really explain what
happened, and it feels kind of weird thinking about it. Does any of you
have an explanation or maybe similar experiences? (Reddit)
Missing Memory of Time Passage and Spatial Displacement
Inside a Building and Displaced Inside or Outside
This might sound pretty lame in all its simplicity, but even after
six years I wonder what really happened that day.
It was a sunny day.
(Maybe 12 PM.) I was alone at my house, spending time online and doing
just normal everyday-stuff.
Next thing I know, I wake up in my own
bed and it's dark outside. It's late at night. I have absolutely no
memory of how/why I was in my bed and where did all those hours go.
was completely sober, and I have no medical issues. Nothing like this
has ever happened to me before or after this.
I guess I could've
taken a nap without realising it, but I think I would remember that. It
was just a normal day and then it was night, like somebody pressed the
fast-forward button. (Reddit)
I've never told this story to anyone, not my husband, not anyone,
neither have I posted it anywhere. Mostly because I know (think I know)
that the majority of people will likely think I'm mad and then by
extension and the circumstances the missing time surrounds, probably
think me negligent.
When this day does pop into my mind, I'll google
it away, looking for an explanation or similar stories - but today, here
I am, presenting to you Reddit, my missing time experience.
I'm a mom of 4, all 7 and under, but back in 2013 we just had the 2
kids. Our eldest was 1 1/2 and our then youngest was about 3 months old.
When it was just the 2 of them I was more meticulous when it came to
routine, with timed naps/feeds/meal/snack times, my eldest was (still
is) high maintenance and my then youngest had colic and reflux and was
quite a sick baby (vomiting lots) so routine was essential especially
when I was on my own with them during the day. Since then and the
addition of two more kids we now live with organised chaos.
morning was average, nothing much stands out but come the time for the
kids joint nap time is where we lose our time. I had just put the
toddler and baby down for their naps, the toddler in her cot in her room
and the baby down in his bassinet in the lounge room.
We used to live
in a two bedroom apartment with an open living room and kitchen area. I
stood in the kitchen feeling quite impressed with my self looking
forward to the hour/hour and a half I was going to get to myself.
Next thing, I'm sat on the edge of the lounge feeling suddenly off
I pick up my phone to message my husband - and it's 3pm.
I don't remember anything. Not even going to the lounge.
I remember my heart beating so fast, I'm full of panic,
the kids, I check the baby, he's still asleep, hasn't moved, check the
toddler, she's asleep hasn't moved.
I stood in the kitchen heart
still racing, I remember feeling sick a feeling of dread hanging on me.
I also remember wondering what to do next, make lunch? Its 3pm! I'm
completely shook how did so much time pass? What did I do in all that
time? How did the kids not wake? Neither sleep more than an hour a time
unless it's night. My first logical thought was to wake the kids, all
the time I'm trying to work out what the hell just happened.
time this day does come back to me I am constantly filled with the same
feeling, it's dread. I feel sick.
It has never happened again. I have
no medical issues. don't do drugs, rarely drink.
I know for a fact it
was after 11 as that was the first joint toddler/baby nap my first free
time for the day. That's four bloody hours. To this day I still can't
fathom how this could have happened.
I do have a horrid image in my
head of me just standing there for four hours while my kids sleep on,
horrifying, shit of nightmares.
It feels as though time
continued without us. Almost like the kids and I just didn't exist for
those four hours. It's like we were gone from time, or time was just
gone. I don't feel like we were elsewhere, abducted, spirited away. I
feel more like we were nowhere. That's when I feel dread, like I have to
stop thinking about it. (Reddit)
I have a memory of
something weird happening when I was younger, maybe when I was around
6-8 years old. It was night, around 8 pm, and my family and I had just
gotten home from the mall. I remember being excited because my parents
bought me some toys. As I was about to unpack, we all heard an urgent
series of knocks on the door. I know for sure that all of us heard it
because we all reacted to it. I got up to open the door and this is when
the weird stuff happened. All I can remember seeing is a bright sunset.
Orange sky with a dark purple outline, bright sun setting on the horizon
like what you would see on a beach. This is weird because we kind of
live in a valley and so a sunset on a flat horizon is a little hard to
see, plus our doorway is facing east. After this, I remember opening my
eyes, laying on my stomach, and waking up wearing my usual sleepwear. I
asked my mother about this when I got up but I don't remember what she
told me. (Reddit)
years old and this happened when I was about 10 or 11 years old. I was
walking from my dads house to my moms (they are divorced, but lived
close so I could walk back and fourth) when I took a short cut down a
dirt hill and I remember looking up at sky and it was still light out.
It was summer times so it's light outside until about 22:00 and it was
about 19:00 so it was still plenty off light. Well I was walking down
the dirt road looking up at the sky when I hear a sudden boom. Not like
an explosion, but kinda weird like everything vibrated, but very loudly.
Almost like something in a movie. In just a second the bright sky I was
looking up at turned dark, not pitch black but still pretty dark. I
remember being really confused, but I have never told this to anyone
before. If your wondering what time it was when I got home I honestly
can't remember, but I wish I could. (Reddit)
This happened in 2011, I was 13. I was home, watching movies on my
laptop. It was around 9 PM-ish. My mom told me to take out the trash. I
went to throw trash outside. It usually takes a minute or two as the
garbage bins were right in front of my house. There were guys outside
chilling and smoking in the streets not to far from the garbage bins. I
knew them as most of them were my neighbors. I threw the trash in bins.
Headed back home to find out my mom angrily standing near my room. The
conversation goes as follows Me: Mom, what's wrong? Mom: Why did it take
you 2 god damn hours to put out the trash??
Me: What? Mom: You have
been gone for 2 hours. Where have you been? Me: 2 hours? Mom, it's only
been a couple minutes. She storms off angrily into her room. I went
inside my room, confused. I look at my laptop to check the time. And
it's really fucking 11:13 PM. I checked my phone, wall clock even
googled the time. It was really 11:13 PM. I hurriedly went outside to
find the street empty. There was no one. The next day I asked them if
they saw me throwing the trash. They said they remember seeing me throw
the trash and head back home. I don't even fucking know where did I
spend 2 hours. I have never been diagnosed with any severe mental
This experience has always annoyed me and I still donít really know
what to make of it.
A few years ago my then boyfriend and I were out
on a small hike. It was a really simple path with only two trails. Iíll
try to explain them in the most concise way possible, but Iím terrible
at describing things.
The main path started at the parking lot, went
in a straight line, and hit a dead end when it reached water. The second
trail extended off from the main trail, on the right hand side, and
ended at a dead end, where it also reached water. Essentially the two
paths made a sideways T. Either path you took - you had to turn around
and walk the exact same way you came.
We started from the parking lot
and walked halfway down the main path. After about five minutes, we
reached the halfway point, took the right onto the second path, went to
the water, and talked for a little while.
We headed back down this
path, reached the main path, and decided we just wanted to go back to
the car and get our waters. We took a left back onto the main path -
coming the exact way we had originally.
We walked for what felt like
forever - it was surely longer than the original five minutes it took us
to get to the smaller path. We both stopped and started discussing how
we should be at the car already and considered the idea that we might be
lost. I pulled out my phone and googled a map of the park - it was
exactly how I described, all dead ends. Without straying from the path,
there was literally no way of getting lost. The path was very clear, and
very well maintained. We were definitely still on it.
We figured we
were probably just tired and dehydrated, so it felt much longer than it
was. We kept walking in the same direction. After a little while longer
we saw the smaller path up ahead, to our left... the same path we had
just taken a left to get out of.
It literally made no sense
whatsoever. There was absolutely no plausible way we could have walked
in a complete circle. Either we would have had to walk out in the water,
or would have passed the parking lot. We felt a little unsettled and
vaguely joked that it was a ~glitch~.
We kept walking in the same
direction and ended up at the car, just as we should have the first
time. We even stopped to check the wooden map in the parking lot - still
the same T shaped, dead end paths.
We brought it up a few times
throughout our relationship and how weird it was, but could never figure
out how in the world our five minute walk turned into us walking for
almost an hour in a circle.
It was ~5 minutes for each path... ten at
the absolute most. Which is why we were so confused at how long it had
One day, 5 or 6 years ago, I was bike riding with my dad. I was
riding my bike, turned onto a street, and suddenly did not see my dad
anywhere. I waited for at least 5 minutes, confused and scared. I tried
to remember how I got to this street, but I had no memory except when I
started bike riding. I rode home and called my dad, who was in a place
at least 2 or 3 miles away from where I was.
I'm assuming that I rode
my bike on autopilot and did not look where my dad was going, but I
doubt it, due to the fact that I couldn't remember the time period
between me leaving my house and me realizing that something was wrong. (Reddit)
Driving a Car
Arriving Sooner than Possible
I have a time slip for you. I have NEVER wrote
this before here or anywhere else.
I live in Southern Missouri. I
live EXACTLY 3 Hours from Memphis, Tennessee. Several years ago I had a
meeting to attend in Memphis. I left my home 3 hours and 30 minutes
before the meeting was to take place. I was driving on I55 South with a
bunch of cars around me. As we passed the Dyersberg Tennessee exit they
just seemed to all poof. Nothing around me clear road. I remember the
cars passing the exit with me, but where did they go?
That's the end
of the strangeness tho. Next second I can remember, I'm at the meeting
site. Only problem is it's still 2 hours before the meeting! I left with
enough time to get to the meeting with about 30 minutes to spare. So I
arrived at the meeting site in 1 hour and 30 minutes! I would have had
to drove there at around 120 Miles Per Hour to get there in that time! I
tend to drive the speed limit. If I do speed it's only by a few miles
per hour over the posted Speed Limit. I would never drive several
hundred miles at over 100 MPH!
I still can't figure it out! Where
did all those cars go? How did I get over 200 miles in an hour and a
half? It just doesn't make any sense! Drive home was normal. Took 3
hours to get home. (Above
Arriving Later than Normal
So a little back story. I was living in Germany
with my now ex boyfriend and I had to do 3 presentations a day for my
job. One in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening,
every day for two weeks (it was a sort of punishment from my job). I'm
the type of person who gets out of bed once my alarm goes off because I
hate the sound of it going off.
So we woke up one morning at 0430 for
the presentation and got ready to leave which only took about 10
minutes. We got in the car and drove down the street for about two
minutes when he looked at the clock and its was already almost 0700. We
checked our phones to see if it was the wrong time on the cars clock and
even checked to see if there was a daylight savings time but there was
nothing. We were both so sketched out about it and to this day never
figured out where the heck that time went. (Reddit)
Suddenly Somewhere Else
So one night after getting off work around 10
pm. I was driving to a friend's house that was located the next town
over. So it was going to take me about 30-45 minutes to get there. So I
would have been arriving around 10:50 - 11pm at latest. Iíve drove there
plenty of times in the middle of the day and late at night. So I knew
the directions by heart.
Well this one night in 2015 something new
and very different happened to me while in route to my friends house.
I was driving and by this time I had made it into the woodsy part of my
route (About 15 minutes left of my journey before I would have reached
my location) Iíve drove this way hundreds of time so obviously it was
nothing new. I remember glancing at my radio to check the time & This is
where it gets really weird and really hard to explain because this is
the part where I donít know what exactly had happened.
I checked the
time and blinked and all of a sudden Iím at a dead end staring at one of
those road signs with the arrows pointing left and right indicating that
you have to choose a side because you canít go forward anymore. My car
was in park and my radio which was on earlier was now off and my hazards
I literally had no idea 1.) where I was 2.) how I had just
gotten there 3.) how much time had passed.
Because even though it
felt like just 1 second ago I was looking at my radio to see the time.
It was obvious that much time had passed since that moment. Because my
clock was showing me that the time was now 11:15pm. When I swore just a
second ago when I had went to check it the time was 10:30pm
I was so
confused as to what the fuck just happened. I donít know how I got to
where I was without any memory of doing so. I donít even know where the
hell I was either which was the really weird thing.
I donít know how
my car got into park, how my hazards turned on...literally anything.
The weirdest part was because I wasnít sure exactly where I was or how I
got there I figured Iíd GPS my location to my friends house. My GPS
showed me that I had somehow made a giant circle, at some point I drove
by my friend's house and ended up where I was.
I was spooked. Because
even though I was driving through a woodsy area at night. I had done it
so many times previously and nothing ever happened. No weird encounters,
no weird sightings and certainly no weird driving experiences. I also
found out while trying to reroute to my location that at some point I
had got off the main road and went down a side road.
would never do at night especially by myself in the woods of all places.
Maybe someone here will have an explanation or even better a similar
experience! Please tell me what you think.
If helps knowing where
this took place. It happened in Florida. (Reddit)
I was with my bf, I was driving West on a large
well known (to those in our city) road. We drove past another well known
and well used road and after about 5 minutes of driving, we are suddenly
at the same road we just passed. Except now we are on a different street
a few miles South of where we were (still driving West). We both were
just like WTF just happened? We also noticed it is now almost an hour
later. The next day we tried it again to see if we somehow missed
something (we were also South of an expressway that we didnít remember
crossing and it would have been difficult not to notice passing this
expressway) nothing bizarre happened this time.
This happened a
couple of days ago, I looked at a map to see if maybe the road we were
driving on circles around or something and drove the route again to see
if we somehow just got turned around. No, the road we were on goes
straight West and I didnít turn onto a different street or anything. We
canít explain it and it kinda freaked us out. It was also a bit annoying
because now we were now miles away from where we were trying to drive to
and the gas gauge showed the we lost about 40 miles (car has regular gas
gauge and will show about how many miles we have left with the amount of
gas that is in the tank).
Edit: Forgot to add; where we ended up was
maybe 5 miles at the most from the last place we remembered being before
realizing we were in a different area. No way we wouldíve used about 40
miles up of gas. (Reddit)
I am so scared over this I still canít sleep.
I decided to do lyft as a side hustle and around 4:00 am this morning it
was time for me to take people to work and for them to start their day.
A side note: I never believed this whole matrix thing or parallel
universe but this is mildly alarming to me.
I took these passengers
to Phoenix and we were saying how I could literally just finish up after
that ride and go home since I lived just 5 minutes west of them. I
dropped them off I vividly remember looking at my compass on the digital
screen of my car and proceeded west on the road Iíve taken literally
hundreds of times. I can see the highrises and sky scrapers. The city I
love so much and I remember admiring it because the city looked so
pretty under the cold dark November sky. I was with cars following light
traffic, a white Nissan was in front of me.
I took a glance at my
speed to make sure I was following the speed limit and I shit you not
when I looked up less than a second later I was in a rural part where
Scottsdale meets Mesa. No buildings. No houses. No street lights or cars
it was a desolate space with NO BODY. I was so so caught off guard I
looked at my compass and I was driving east and I tried to logically
debunk it but I couldnít. I then had to look up directions for my home
because I had no idea where I was. I remember feeling this vibe and the
closest thing I can describe it was of pending doom, I did not feel
comfortable at all. Hereís where it gets freaky: when going west I go on
Thomas and I was on Thomas because my passengers were on Thomas. But
when I looked up I was then on McDowell and Pima. Pima and McDowell is
20 minutes from where I live. How did I get 20 minutes away in a nano
second in the opposite direction on a different road. I found a freeway
and it took the full 20 minutes to be where I was before that freaky
I am so confused and I donít know what it means. I ended lyft
early today and I still am so shaken up. Has anyone experienced this?
What does it mean? (Reddit)
My friend Steve came to town (Chico, CA) for New
Years (he lives two hours south of where I live). It was New Years Eve,
so we went out to dinner. During dinner, he was telling me about an
amazing pillow he'd bought at the Bed, Bath and Beyond near where he
lives and said he wanted to take me to Bed, Bath and Beyond after dinner
to buy me one of those fabulous pillows. So I agreed. It being winter,
it was already dark outside and it was five minutes before 6:00 PM. The
store manager informed us as we walked into the store that we had 5
minutes since it was New Years Eve, they would be closing at 6:00 PM. We
quickly scurried to look through the pillows, not finding the one Steve
wanted to purchase.
We heard the announcement that the store was
closing and to please exit the store. The store manager had to unlock
the door to let us out, as it was exactly 6:00 PM. We'd parked near the
store entrance and as we got into the car, Steve saw a Krispy Kreme
donut shop across the street and suggested we go there to get some
donuts. We turned out of the Bed, Bath and Beyond parking lot and the
first sign we saw said 'Chico: 15 Miles.' What!!?? I live in Chico. We
are in Chico. So how did we get 15 miles away in a matter of 3 to 5
seconds from driving out of that parking lot?? We were speechless,
shocked and Steve was actually frightened. We kept driving, heading to
my house. We arrived at my house at 6:45 PM, 45 minutes after leaving
Bed, Bath and Beyond but the drive is only about a 10 minutes to my
house. We talked about it with my family and Steve called his family as
soon as we got to my house to share our strange and unexplained
experience with them. We're still both stumped as to what happened.
There's no way we could have driven 15 miles in the opposite direction
of my house in a matter of a few seconds, so what happened to us?Ē (Phantom
Just No Memory
I carpool with one of my coworkers. I usually
drive as her husband works shifts and she can only have their car on odd
The other day, I turned into my street only to
realize I had no memory of the trip from work. I couldnít recall
traffic, conversations with my coworker or even dropping her off at her
house. It felt like I got into the car at work and teleported to the
street where I live. Complete blank.
Iíve never experienced such total autopilot
before or after that day. (Reddit)
Well, you see this one time my brother and I were driving home. We
had just got done hanging out with a couple of friends about 40 minutes
away and we decided it was getting late and we should go home. We were
just driving listening to music and all of a sudden we were in a town
very close to our house, which was on the outskirts. Only 15 minutes had
passed, it was like an instant warp through time, exactly how you think
it would be, but I have no clue how to explain this phenomenon. Imagine
your mind goes blank for one second and you come back into reality only
to be 3 minutes from your house and cutting the travel time from 40 to
20 or so minutes. My brother had similarly experienced it as well, not
remembering driving at all and not remembering passing any popular
landmarks along the way home. Very bizarre experience and from that
point my mind has always been curious. (Reddit)
[The following account is quite different as it involved a near-accident. Clearly some
intervention happened by someone who can manipulate reality.]
This is something that happened to me years ago, but I only realised
it might have been a true glitch earlier today when I was talking about
it with some friends.
I was 16 and the first of my friends had just passed her driving
test, so a bunch of us piled into her car, which was this old beat up
Fiat Stylo, and went driving aimlessly as teenagers do. We live in arse-end
of nowhere in Yorkshire, so it's lots of narrow winding roads bordered
by hedgerows which aren't very well lit. We were just cruising around,
music blaring, thinking we're cool as hell. Suddenly, there was a huge
fucking 4x4 Land Rover came speeding round a corner far too fast, going
the other direction to us, and heading straight for us. We were in a
Stylo. This other car was huge. It would have totally crushed us. I
remember my friend saying "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit", another of them
screaming at her to hit the breaks, and I closed my eyes and braced
myself for impact.
Except there was no impact. The car never hit us. When I opened my
eyes (had them shut for maybe 15 seconds), we were on a completely
different stretch of road, everyone was acting like nothing had just
happened, and it was about half an hour after I thought the
near-crash had happened. At the time, I was fucking terrified, but I
didn't say anything. You see, I've got a pretty severe case of bipolar,
and I have psychotic symptoms - including hallucinations - occasionally
if I'm not treating it. This was pre-diagnosis, and only shortly after
I'd started having hallucinations. I knew something pretty screwy was
going on with me, and I didn't want my friends to think I was fucking
crazy, so I never said anything, just pretended I was tired and wanted
to go home.
Fast forward to this morning. I met up with three of the other people
who were in the car that night, including the driver, for breakfast. We
got onto the topic of dreams, and this one guy goes "you know the
freakiest dream I've ever had was in the back of [driver]'s car"...and
proceeded to explain the event, exactly as I remembered it. Obviously, I
got freaked out and I told him that I had experienced the same thing but
thought it was a hallucination so I never said anything. The girl who
wasn't the driver, who had been high as hell that night, said she
remembered it too but thought she was tripping. Kicker was the driver,
who was clearly neither intoxicated or asleep, and who doesn't
experience hallucinations, quietly said that she also experienced it,
but didn't say anything for fear of having her license taken away. I'm
kinda freaking out about this - I've had some weird hallucinations, but
knowing that this probably was not one of them is definitely the
strangest thing that I've ever experienced, and I really can't come up
with a rational explanation for it. (Reddit)
Back in about 2013 I was in college, one weekend
I was driving back up to campus which is 2 hours north of my hometown.
Thereís a specific exit that I always took that is about halfway through
the trip. So I was driving and I wasnít distracted at all, not tired,
was just listening to the radio as usual. Looking at the road ahead,
plenty of other drivers around me, when suddenly I blink and look
around. My mind thinks, ďwhere am I?Ē Nothing around me looked familiar
and I knew I wasn't on the usual path. Without remembering the last 30
minutes or so of my trip, Iím very confused and pull up my phone gps to
discover I was well past the exit. I was sure I hadnít missed the exit
and I hadnít been distracted but then again, I didnít have any
recollection of the most recent part of my trip. It was unsettling and I
couldnít get it off my mind as I carefully drove the rest of my trip
back to campus along the rest of my normal route (once I was able to
find my way back to it). Every now and then I think about it and tell
someone the story and it still makes me shiver. Not at all sure what
happened. Obviously I did not deviate from the road or cause any
accidents. Was in one place in one moment, then the next I was 30
minutes down the highway (a part I had never before driven on) going too
far north when I needed to go northeast. (Reddit)
So this happened about 4-5 years ago. It was
Sunday and we (my whole family) were returning from our grandparent's
house (they live about 1-2 hours of driving away). It was about 6 PM and
there were no cars on the road, which was weird as it was quite a busy
highway. When we went in to the tunnel next thing we know we were past
our exit about 10 KM down the road, but no problem we just turned around
and went home. When we came home we were home quicker than normal (not
missing our exit). Next day on Monday there was a talk show on the radio
and one of the hosts mentions how similar thing happened to him in an
area close to us (he drove from one city to the other city without him
even knowing it). I still have no idea how it happened. (Reddit)
I had a really similar incident happen about 15 years back. Was in my
early 20's driving back through a dark canyon late at night with my dad
and uncle. We had been in a different city for a boxing match for my
dad's birthday and were getting back home late.
Around 10 PM we called my mom telling her we were headed into the
canyon, which had no reception. The canyon takes about 30 minutes to
drive, maybe 45 if you're behind slow traffic. This late at night it was
empty. We drove and we chatted and fell into this odd daze. I recall
just see the road appear from out in front of our headlines, with the
same curves passing, almost like in a dream like state.
Then at some point I snapped out and looked down at the clock. It was
nearly midnight and we were still in the canyon. I mentioned it to my
dad and uncle and we all got a bit creeped out. We stopped talking and
paid more attention to the road. We finally exited and got home around
midnight. My mom was still up and was getting a bit panicked at not
We still have no idea what happened to this day, or where those 1.5
hours went. (Reddit,
comment on post)
A few years ago I was winding down at night when
an old friend reached out to me on fb messenger to tell me that he had
been admitted to the hospital for complications with a medication that
had slowed down his heart significantly. I expressed concern, and asked
a few questions, and he assured me that he was generally alright, mostly
bored and craving a burger. Once I realized he wasn't joking, but
rather, not-so-subtley hinting, and even specified In-N-Out as the best
late night option, I offered to pick one up for him and pay him a visit.
**I think it important to mention that while kind acts of service are
certainly one of my "love languages" if you will, I. Love. Bed. So it is
rare that I get out of bed-mode unless absolutely necessary. And
delivering a burger to someone who I care for, but who isn't really in
my innermost circle, at midnight no less, is highly unusual in itself.
And yet I happily and willingly got dressed and set out for what I
assumed would be a quick jaunt, a good deed, and probably a few yummy
I don't live far from the In-N-Out, probably less than 2
miles. And the hospital is just a few miles away as well, off a main
street in downtown. I order the food, and despite being fairly certain I
knew the fastest route, I pulled up the hospital address into gps, and
proceeded on my way.
**Also important to note, I have lived in my
city for 11 years at this point, am more-than-familiar with commuting in
this area, and I am a proficient navigator. I mostly use gps in town to
test my knowledge of quickest routes, get traffic updates, and play the
"beat the gps ETA" game. It's the little things that bring me joy.
Here is where it gets bizarre, and also where the details get hazy...
I drive. And I drive some more. And I continue to drive. I recall very
little more than a blissful night drive, just me and the road, no
traffic at all, as I made my way up into the winding, tree covered
hills, with only one fleeting intermittent amused thought of, "well this
is an inconvenient location for an emergency room. The ambulances would
have a tough go at these narrow curves, I'm sure." And I drove on,
smiling, enjoying the unexpected luxury of breathing in the fragrance of
redwood trees. I followed the GPS voice's guidance from one small
secluded street after another, until I heard "you have arrived".
this point I stopped to take in my surroundings, grateful to no longer
be navigating the ever winding roads in nearly pitch darkness. I looked
to my left, and saw only a large home that was by no means a hospital.
The street was a dead end/cul de sac, and it was so very dark. I sat in
my car in a dazed state of confusion for a moment. It was like waking up
from a nap after the sunset, a bit disorienting, though physically
relaxed... And then rather suddenly every cell of my body was alert, and
I realized the absurdity of this situation. I was in the middle of
nowhere, nearly an hour later, and had no idea when I veered so off
path, and more importantly, how I didn't realize sooner. I mean, I could
not believe I had so blindly followed bad directions. Most strange, in
retrospect, is how easy-breezy I handled the whole thing, never once
getting irritated, frustrated, scared, but rather joyfully accepting the
oddness of it all. Not exactly in character for this Virgo.
at my phone again and verified that had typed the hospital correctly. No
typos, but I my best rationalization was that perhaps a doctor's
personal address had been listed by mistake. I had no rational
explanation for my failure to notice that I was miles away from the city
center. I had a hearty laugh at my own expense, took a screenshot,
texted a friend, and located the correct address and proceeded to drive
back into civilization.
As I reached the hospital driveway entrance I
noticed several flashing lights. I assumed it was an ambulance pulling
into the ER, but as I got closer I saw police and paramedics in the
street. Closer still, I saw debris spread out across several lanes, and
what looked to be at least 3 totaled vehicles. As I waited to see if I
would be directed away or allowed to enter the driveway, I got close
enough to see blood on the street, and I asked a paramedic what
happened. He told be that just an hour ago or so a very gnarly accident
had occurred wherein multiple people were critically injured. I wondered
aloud whether or not they had been rushing to get to the hospital when
it happened, and said a little prayer for the folks involved. He allowed
me to pass over the mostly cleared pavement to the entrance, and as I
did I was suddenly covered in goose bumps and flooded with gratitude for
having narrowly missed being involved in that catastrophe.
have no idea what exactly happened that night. I know my friend got a
cold burger, I got a good story and possibly a second chance at life. (Reddit)
3. Other Features
One or More Days Missing
[The following story is interesting, because
the loss of memory was initiated by a flash of light. A flash of light
is often the sign of an intrusion of dimension a beings into our
physical world. Sometimes it is also used to bring a person into a
trance, after which he is manipulated. it seems that this was the case.
Although his consciousness was suspended, he acted seemingly normal for
three days until he regained consciousness. I suspect that some entities
can temporarily take over a human body.]
Almost 3 days of lost time.
When I was 17 I
went to a concert to see the Australian Pink Floyd cover band and laser
light show with my Uncle. (In USA) It was a HUGE party. We were out late
and it was a thing where you camp and watch other bands all night long.
While at the stage, I felt a burning sensation on my foot. (The area
around the stage was sand) I looked down and realized I had stepped on a
40 oz. Beer bottle. It had cut through my shoe and was bleeding
profusely. I definitely should have gotten stitches, but I was young and
wanted to stay. So I left the stage area and was walking back toward the
tent areas. It was a fairly long walk. I tried to take a shortcut
through a wooded area. I remember getting my ankle tangled in a ball of
discarded barbed wire. (I still have the scars from both things) Then I
remember a bright light flash. It was completely dark and the last thing
I remember was a flash of light so bright.
I ended up waking up 2
1/2 days later. The crazy thing, when I woke up... I was walking down
the street talking to someone. I have no memory of the time between. I
have no flashes, nothing at all. I just came to mid conversation with a
friend. It still remains the craziest, scariest, weirdest, thing that
has ever happened in my life. I was not drunk or on drugs. I was dead
sober. Unless someone poisoned me, but when I went and asked my uncle he
said I was gone for a couple of hours that night, but I was just fine
afterward. He said my foot and ankle were wrapped nicely when I came
back. So I was only missing for a few hours, but I was acting fine when
I returned. I had even dealt with my parents after I came home. No one
saw anything off about me. Yet I remember nothing but apparently
functioned fine the entire time. Still feels like all my breath gets
sucked out when I think about that and it's been 18 years. (Reddit)
by a Sound
So I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling
pretty energized. You know when you wake up randomly but you feel
energized right? So Iím curious and check my phone. Itís 2:53. It like
okay, time to go back to sleep. Right after this I start hearing this
almost electrical humming, pulsating and getting louder, but itís not
getting too loud. I sit there for what felt like only a minute, as I try
to think about what was causing the noise as it was something I hadnít
heard before. So I close my eyes and keep listening, trying to drown out
whatever it was. It doesnít go away at all as I sit there for like two
minutes. I check my phone again as itís preventing me from sleeping and
it suddenly just stops. I check my phone and itís 3:29. What felt like
only 3 minutes ended up being 36 minutes. I was fully awake and
conscious about the amount of time I spent listening to that sound and I
wasnít really tired. Idk how I most so fast into the future while being
so awake. (Reddit)
With Sighting of UFO/Aliens
[A flash of light is often indicative of the presence of UFOs, so I
put the following account under this heading.]
About 15 years ago I worked nights driving a truck. I had the same
route, and finished the same time every night. This one night, as I was
driving down a long stretch of road, there was an immense flash of white
light. At first I thought it must be lightning, but it was a perfectly
clear night without any clouds. Then I thought maybe it was a speed
camera, but I know there isn't one there, and they don't use mobile ones
at night. As I kept thinking about it, I realized that had the light
came from behind me, there would have been a shadow, and in my mental
image there wasn't, so it must have come from above. Cutting to the end,
I arrived back at my depot 45 minutes later than I should have, with no
explanation as to where the time had gone. (Reddit)
[Another flash of light:]
...Anyway, the moon was shining brightly and while we were walking in
a well used snowmobile trail that led to the main road when I saw a
flash of light, I thought it was just me so I told my dad's stepdad's
daughter that I saw a flash of light and she said, "Me too." When we got
to my grandma's house my dad's adopted sister asked us why we took so
long, it took half an hour longer than it should have to get us over
there. We didn't know how to explain it and so I shrugged it off Ö (Above
[The triangle this person saw probably was a black triangular UFO:]
When I was like 12 my cousins used to live across the street for me.
So every weekend we would walk over to their house and have a campfire
or something of the sort. So one night we left really early like 10pm
(we usually stay like until 1 or 2) because my dad has to wake up at 4am
for work the next day. I remember it being that early because my
brothers and I were complaining about how it was only 10. So we said our
goodbyes to our cousins and walked home. Right as we got into our front
yard I was compelled to look at the sky, which I did. And when I looked
up it was an incredibly starry night. (Where I live itís like a small
city/town so we get pretty moderate light pollution and canít really see
mass amounts of stars) And I noticed this triangle of nothingness in the
sky, like it was the most black nothingness Iíve ever seen. It almost
hurt to look at it was so black. And I stared at it for a second, then
the edges of it glowed purple/blue and got super bright and all of the
sudden it shot away leaving a purple streak in the sky. Then for some
reason I looked at my watch and it read 1am and I was like no way thatís
not right, so I pulled out my iPod and it too read 1am. And I also
noticed that my parents werenít outside anymore. So I went inside and
everyone was asleep and all the lights were off, and all the clocks said
1 am and it felt like it was 10 pm seconds ago. So I go to bed and after
that I didnít look into the night sky for a solid 7 more months. (Reddit)
When I was 24, living in Tucson, AZ, I had
something unexplainable happen. I just seen this sub for the first time
and always wanted to put this out, so here it is.
I was working construction in Arizona. It was
fall and about 70 degrees at night time. My buddy and I had just got
done working on a multi family development outside Yuma, on the way to
Tucson. We parked the pick-up off a dirt road, on a ridge overlooking
the desert floor. We had to be about 15 minutes from interstate 8.
We both cracked a beer (donít drink and drive
kids) and watched for the imminent and beautiful Arizona sunset. All of
a sudden, about 2-4 miles in the distance, I saw a cylindrical structure
(maybe vehicle) appear on the desert floor. We both saw this and didnít
say much beside ďwhat the f*ck is thatĒ.
The thing, imagine a giant bullet sitting
upright, illuminated with a very bright light. A spiral walkway appeared
and ran down the object from the top. We began to see numerous, small
outlines walking down the ramp I assume to be humans.
We were both speechless. It happen so fast.
Only about 45-60 seconds had taken place. Staring at these figures
walking down the ramp, they all stopped abruptly, and disappeared.
This is the last thing we both remember. What I
can only describe as similar to getting knocked out in a fight, I just
ceased being conscious.
I awoke at about 6:30 in the morning, sitting
in my car, with buddy in shotgun, 90 miles away in Tucson, a block from
my drive way.
We both never talk about it because no one
would believe my story. But that was the only thing that has happened in
my life that I canít explain and had lead me to be much more open
The loss of time thing happened to me once. I was on the phone with
my girfriend at the time and she asked me to come out to her house. She
lived about 10 minutes outside of the town I lived in. So as soon as I
hung up with her I jumped into the car and left to her house. I remember
being on the highway about 2 miles from her house, I looked up in the
sky to see a very bright light which descended on the vehicle. Next
thing I know Iím pulling up to her house and when she came to the car
she asked, ďwhat took you so long to get here?Ē I said, ďI came straight
hereĒ and she said, ďIt took you at least 45 minutes to get here.Ē Till
this day I canít remember what happened after the light came down on the
car. All I remember was pulling up to her house and thinking to myself,
ďthat was weird.Ē (Phantom
Not my story but my brothers. He used to live in Washington state and
was making a rather long drive back to his house with his girlfriend
(they had just gone camping. Which they did a lot so this wasnít like a
knew thing for them). It was like 1 am and they were the only ones on
this back road. No other cars around them or going the other way. All of
a sudden it looks like a bright light is right up on the back of their
truck. Not like headlights. It was one super bright light. Next thing
they both remember, it was 3 am. And they were on a completely different
road going the opposite direction they had originally been driving. They
told me they donít remember anything and it was like time just skipped.
I donít think it was necessarily a glitch in the system but Needless to
say. His girlfriend and I both think it was aliens. He denies this
completely but I think heís just to scared to admit it. (Reddit)
My grandfather told me the story about how
he was driving west to east along an empty stretch of road in southern
South Dakota. He stopped at a stop sign at an intersection with nothing
in sight: no buildings and no other vehicles. Then there was a bright
light that hit him. He looked up and saw a bunch of blinking lights.
Next thing he knew, he was at the counter of a diner about an hour down
the road. It was about 6 hours later and he had no idea what had
happened. He asked the person at the diner when he came in and the guy
told him he came in about 10 min ago and just started drinking coffee
without talking much. My grandpa told him what had happened and the guy
said something like, "Yep, that's happens around here sometimes."
Nothing weird ever happened to him again. He avoided that area for the
rest of his life. He said he doesn't believe in aliens and doesn't know
what happened, but I had a suspicion he thought he had been abducted and
just never accepted it. He told me never to tell this story to other
people, but he died years ago and most of the people who knew him are
dead, so I figured it was OK. (Phantom
This was a few years ago, but it's
really stuck with me just for how strange it was. And I'm hoping this is
the proper place to put it, as my encounter was with a humanoid being.
Anyway...I was heading out of my house at around 6 am. It was summer, so
I took my walks at sunrise to avoid the daytime heat. I had done this
many times, and had my walk down to a science. Just my muscle memory
could get me through.
So, shortly after leaving my home, I'm heading
up this road toward the highway. I lived behind a school, so I was very
aware of the roads and vehicles, even if I was distracted by something
else. Which I was. As I walked down this road, I was going through
playlists on my MP3 player. I was almost right on the first intersecting
road by time I found what I wanted to listen to and looked up.
Everything was normal, and there were no cars to be seen, which made
sense as it was a Saturday morning. So, I continued up toward the
highway where there was a sidewalk.
But about three intersections
from the highway, I noticed a shadow on the School Zone sign ahead of
me. Figuring it was mine, I just kept walking. I was only two
intersections away when a disturbing thought hit me. I was walking east.
There was no way that shadow belonged to me, and since there was
absolutely no one around, there was no way on Earth that that shadow was
really a shadow.
And as if it could read my thoughts and sudden fear,
a figure stepped out into the intersection right behind the school. And
the only thing I can figure it was was a Grey alien. It had all the
features: spindly limbs, enormous head, gigantic black eyes, and barely
a nose, ears, or lips to speak of.
For anyone else, this would have
been time to panic and run, but my military training kicked in. I didn't
know what it was. I didn't know what it wanted. But I knew it had no
place this close to my home and my children.
So, I charged at it,
hoping at the very least to run it off, or better still, find some way
to capture it. Of course, under both of those desires, I wanted to kill
it. To this day, I don't know why I wanted to kill it. Maybe it was part
of my training that had stuck into my brain, or maybe it was because
this being was undoubtedly a threat, at least in my mind. I don't think
aliens come all the way to our neck of the intergalactic woods just to
hide behind signs. There was something going on here, and I had to fix
The next thing I know, I'm standing in the intersection. The
creature was gone. Naturally, I was confused. The sun was higher than it
should have been, and a quick glance at my MP3 player showed that I'd
missed at least ten songs. By my best guess, I was missing nearly half
an hour of time. Now, scared and disoriented, I turned back and walked
home. It was already getting hot, and heatstroke was not going to help
me sort out everything than had just happened.
I haven't told this
story to anyone other than my parents and a single friend. We all agree
that this was something strange, and that whatever it was, it was
definitely not right. Even now, years later, I wonder what I really saw.
Was it really an alien? Did I honestly try to capture and kill an actual
extraterrestrial? I don't have those answers. And that scares me.
one thing is, I don't think I got abducted. I don't have weird dreams,
and I couldn't find any mysterious marks anywhere on my body. The only
thing that I can't explain is a painful feeling in my upper left arm. It
feels like there is something in there, but X-Rays have shown nothing.
Could it be that I was tagged by this creature the same way we tag
animals for study? Another question I can't answer, and that scares the
daylights out of me. This pain has not gone away, but I have become
accustomed to it. Maybe one day, I'll be able to get better scans of my
arm and see if maybe a different machine could see what the X-Rays