Vanishing Facebook Friend

By Tiana Jade

It was winter last year I was sat on my bed using my laptop. I was chatting to a friend on Facebook that had recently moved to my part of town. We met at a basketball game at school, his name was Seth. We were just talking about homework when I randomly got a friend request from a boy with the same last name as Seth. I was confused because I didn’t know who it was so I decided to ask Seth. I sent a message saying “Hey do you know someone called Ashton Franta?” Seth read my message and I sat there waiting for a response for probably 10-15 minutes, but he didn’t reply so I went downstairs and sat watching TV with my Mom and forgot all about the friend request.

The next day was Monday and my alarm went to wake me up for school, I turned it off and laid back in bed checking my phone. I checked Facebook first as I always did and strangely I had 13 messages from Seth which was really strange. With him being my friend I opened them right away to see what was wrong.


6 REAL Glitches in the Matrix

Reality is a simulator, a simulation game, a place where real glitches in the matrix happen every day.


Strange Happenings

By BPP26

So, I had always had an interest in the paranormal and always enjoyed learning more about it. Just the thought of an unknown thing having the capability to pass through our reality without anyone noticing it unless they wish you to notice was always fascinating to me. However, I never thought anything of that nature would happen to me.

About two years ago, when I was about 13 or 14 years old, I had my first job of sorts. I worked with my mother, she was a dental assistant at an old dental office and I was sort of her assistant. I mostly did all of the cleaning of the rooms and instruments, as well as taking out the trash and filing all of the patient files and information. It was an okay job, with an okay pay. However, I never liked the feeling I received every time I entered the old office. It wasn’t necessarily a completely negative feeling, but it was just an odd feeling, as if someone was just watching you from the shadows. The feeling would become worse every time I was alone in the building, which is why I didn’t like working there or being there alone. Unfortunately, sometimes, I had to be.


My Grandma’s Visitor

I am 20 years old and live in a more secluded area of Austria, so please excuse some of my language and grammar mistakes, since English is not my first language.

This story took place about 10 years ago, when I was about 10 or 11. My family and I live in a 3 story farmhouse. My grandma, and back in the days my grandpa, lives on the ground floor. The bedrooms are all located on the first floor and there is an extra flat on the top floor which our family (my mom, dad, brother, sister and I) use.


Seeing Me Younger, Seeing Me Older

So, a little background. As you guys should know by my username, my real name is Marina. I have a glitch in the matrix story that I hope you will enjoy. I have experienced other stuff such as the paranormal other than this, and I may get around to sharing those sometime too. But that’s unnecessary for now. So back to what I was saying, my name is Marina, and the year of experiencing this was 2016, and I am 10 years old right now, therefore I still experienced this at this age. So, it is a major necessity for me to mention that half the story happened in 2016, and the other happened 5 years earlier so it was 2011.

So, it basically all began 5 years prior to now. When 2011 came by, I would always visit this pond, it would be in the middle of seemingly nowhere, and where I lived back then was a very remote area. So I would pretty much be the only person there, and probably the only person that knew of its existence. As for that, not even my family knew. None of my parents, nor brothers and I’m a girl, which means for me I was always quite lonely seeing as I was the only girl besides my mother. It was quite weird in hindsight that my parents wouldn’t really care if I left the double story house which is the one I lived in back in those times. I mentioned “double story house” for a reason. That’s because we were a very ‘split apart’ family if you know what I mean. If not, I mean we weren’t really ever spending time together, and the size of the home makes it more… split apart.


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