I had a glitch recently too. I had left home for work, then noticed that I had forgotten my water bottle (which I freeze the night before for chilly goodness the entire following day). I made a u-turn at the nearest light, noticed a red hot-rod type vehicle making a left from the oncoming direction. Went and got my bottle, got back on the road, came up to said light, noticed the exact same type vehicle (also red) making yet another left turn at the light in question. Sure it’s possible he made a U-iue for reasons similar to mine (forgot something), and came back, but this was a very uncommon vehicle I’m talking about.
I was visiting my alma mater shortly after I graduated since I still had several friends there. We were up late in the common room of the suite in which one of them lived, watching silly movies and so forth. The movie ends and I decide it’s time to get some sleep, so I turn the TV off. It goes off, and then it comes back on.
Huh, that’s odd. Turn it off again, it turns on again. Off again, on again, off again, on again.
I decided to dispense with the power button and unplug the TV set. Keep in mind this was at an engineering school, so the entertainment area of the common room was a nigh impenetrable jungle of wires. I couldn’t be arsed to play Follow The Wire for ten minutes, so I just reached back and pulled out a plug at random. The TV shut off.
Then I followed it. I had unplugged the radio.
In college, I withdrew a five-dollar bill from the ATM. It came out with a nickel-sized pool of fresh red blood on it. Yes, it was blood: I smeared it and saw the rust-red color, then immediately thought, “Hepatitis!” and ran to the bathroom, where I scrubbed it and my hand until there was no trace left.
I have no idea what happened.
Daniel
This is a long one, but if anyone can explain it, I’d love to hear.
So we briefly had a beautiful Persian cat named Sammy. Briefly because, while he was the sweetest thing in the world to his humans, he was hell-bent on tormenting our other cats. He’d pee all over their stuff, walk up to them and hiss, and try to chase them away. Since Mystery is an outdoor cat, he tried to chase her away from our property altogether.
The last straw was when Mystery disappeared. One, day, two days, three days- no sign of her. We were worried she’d gone away for good. My dad was especially distraught that his “Squeaky” was missing.
Third night of no Mystery, Sammy comes in my room in the middle of the night to bother Tikva. I chased him downstairs. While I was down there- that’s when the weird part happened.
I swear, I was standing down there and I had the strongest feeling that Mystery was nearby. I don’t know how to describe it, but I had the absolute certainty that, if I opened the door and called for her, Mystery would come strolling right in. I looked through the glass panes in the door. No one was there. I thought about opening the door anyway, but it was the middle of the night, my parents would freak out, and I’d feel silly explaining that “I just had this feeling, ya know?”. I went back to bed, but I “knew” that she would be there come morning.
The next morning, I was woken up by my dad shouting that his “Sqeakle’le” was back. :eek:
Rational explanations, anyone?
Ps. Sammy is currently in a loving home in Connecticut with no other cats.
Thanks! For about three minutes I was the most ninja badass girl working at the order desk ever!
I should have stopped after 2 flies, then my mystique would still have been intact. 
I was on my way home from school, sitting on the bus. This was maybe last week or so… an unusually warm day. I looked out at the sky, which was getting grey and gloomy-looking and I was sure it was going to rain.
I commented to the lady next to me that it looked like rain and I said, “I hope it holds out a little… just half an hour so I can get home.” and she agreed. I looked at my watch: 3:02.
So I got off that bus about 10 minutes later and was waiting for my next bus. It was taking a while and the sky was looking darker and darker and it was getting windier so I was watching the time anxiously.
And sure enough- at 3:32 on the nose, the sky opened up. The bus was late so I was still waiting and so not home yet, so I was wrong about that part. But it’s like God heard me ask for half an hour and said, “well okay then”
A better ending would have been if it wasn’t his driver’s license, either. 
I’ve found money when I most needed it. Once, I needed to get a check cashed and the bank refused. Five minutes later I found a $20 bill on the sidewalk. But, better than that, I called my brother from a payphone. He wasn’t home and I got his answering machine. This was very annoying, as it was the last of my change. On a whim, I hit the coin return lever…and the phone started pumping out coins. Nearly $9 worth.
I had no idea they had a jackpot.
The problem with living in New York is that nothing is inexplicable. Down to an orangutan riding the subway.
When I was in junior high, being a bookish sort of girl, I decided late in a boring summer to start memorizing some of my favorite poetry. (That’s the kind of fun thing us bookish sorts did before the intertubes, cell phones, and cruising the mall took priority in young people’s lives.) So I did that, and in particular part of one poem up to a certain point where I just could not commit one single word more to memory.
School started shortly after. In English class, GUESS WHAT poem we were all supposed to memorize, stand up in front of the class, and recite??? :eek: Several stanzas, right up to the part where I choked.
What weird twist of fate was that? What inner voice told me to memorize that poem, and why?
The sad thing is, I told anyone who would listen, and no one believed me. 
Heh, I did the exact same thing and can still recite “Invictus”, “Kubilai Khan” and a good portion of the Rubaiyat from memory.
- I woke up thinking that there had been a hot-air balloon accident near where I worked–which was nowhere near where I lived–and that I’d heard it on the radio news when the radio woke me up. I mentioned something to my husband about it, that I hoped nobody had been hurt and that it didn’t mess up my commute.
In fact the balloon accident happened about the time I was telling my husband about it–he heard about it later, also on the radio.
So how did I know? (1) the reported time of the accident was off by an hour. (2) I’m psychic. (3) I’m a short-term prophet.
- I was trying to get out of the house, and I could only find one shoe. I was going around in circles, had my two small kids ready to go, and was trying to get them to confess that they’d hidden my other shoe. And in the midst of this the public service guy showed up to read my meter. Which involved going down into the cellar. I got the key, went into the back yard, unlocked the lock, opened the door. A shaft of sunlight went down the (creepy, dusty) cellar stairs, and illuminated that there, at the bottom of the stairs…was my other shoe.
I’m not touching this one.
- I’ve mentioned this one here before. Somebody knocks on the door, waking everybody up. I grab my husband and say, “Don’t answer it, it’s the police, they’re here to arrest you!”
He tells me I’m having a bad dream, it’s his friend, they’re going fishing, and the friend is early. Why would anyone want to arrest him?*
It was the police, and they were there to arrest him.
How did I know? (1) The cops were sneaking around the house and talking about their plans and I subliminally heard them in my sleep. (2) same as above (3) same as above.
*They were actually looking for a person who had just moved one block away with the exact same weird name as my husband, first, last, and middle. This guy was wanted for evading child support for his three children in Wyoming. Fortunately he had a different birth date than my husband or there would have been some fireworks on several fronts.
In high school. Old Childhood friend had moved to the other end of the state. Our family cat had recently died.
So, I am sleeping, and I feel my old cat get on the covers near my feet. Good old kitty…Oh shit, the cats dead! What the hell is on my feet?! Ughhh I can feel it laying there! What the hell is it? Oh crap, could it be a rat?!
Eventually I get brave enough to leap outa bed and turn on the light. Nothing there. Damn, was that my imagination? A cat ghost? Pretty creepy for sure.
But then it gets really weird. The following day my longtime childhood friend calls me up. Guess what happened to him the same night? A stray ferret snuck into their house and got on his bed/feet. When he moved his feet, the ferret went into attack mode.
Pretty damn odd coincidence…
Remember the first generation PC ATs, with the 20mg hard drive? The ones that died like flies after about a year or so of operation?
I worked as a programmer/analyst for a very isolated facility that had a load of those. And sure enough, they started to die. I got a call from one of the areas that I supported that said their computer wouldn’t boot. I grab my disks with my grab bag of tricks, head over there and try everything I can think of. No joy. Finally, in exasperation, I lay one hand on the computer, raise the other over my head and intone, “LORD - HEAL THIS MACHINE!!” Much laughter, until I flick the power switch.
And it powered up and booted. We were able to successfully back it up and replace it. Big laugh around the office when I told the story.
Two days later, same kind of call. Same experience, culminating with an intonation and a computer rising from the dead. And again. And again.
Six times, I raised a computer from the dead. Everyone in the department would follow me when I went on a call just to see it happen.
It’s never happened since.
My favourite is still thisone, but they happen all the time.
When I was a sweet young thing, I was at work one day and went to the break room to get a pop. They used to have one of those machines that would pop out a paper cup, dispense the soda, and off you go. So there I was, swinging my way through the cafeteria, when I lost my grip on the cup and it fell. It landed exactly upside down with most of the pop still trapped inside. One of my co-workers saw what had happened and was amazed. We agreed that I couldn’t duplicate that again in a million years.
When I got home and told my boyfriend (now husband) what had happened, he didn’t believe me. “You’re making that up” he said. “No, really! Ask Mel… he saw it.” “Sure.” Later that night I had a pop in my hand and was juggling some kind of food that I can’t remember in the other. Of course I dropped the glass. It landed upside down on the carpet with most of the pop trapped inside. The look on his face was priceless. There was a lot of pop in there, too! It made a pretty good mess both times when I eventually lifted the cup/glass up.
I frequently do that Jedi door-opening gesture when I approach automatic doors (yes, I’m 40 years old and I’ve been doing it for 30+ years). I wasn’t paying attention one time and did it as I approached a not-automatic door… The thing opened. Freaked my happy ass out, let me tell you!
Well, no surprise there. 20 milligrams of hard drive isn’t going to get you very far.
I once rubbed my eye and flipped out a contact lens while watching TV with my boyfriend in his living room. This was during an era when there was a lot of very dark brown furniture around, I could tell you but I prefer to blur my eras whenever possible.
I searched myself over first, then we scoured the room looking for it. This was at a time when disposable contact lenses were not yet available, yow now the era comes more into focus yow that hurts, so to lose a contact lens meant (at least) a hundred bucks and several days’ worth of enforced spectacle-wearing. Given that a hundred bucks meant about twenty hours of work to me (oh my), I was highly motivated. The boyfriend was a lazy bugger, but he did appear to search as well. We found nothing.
Dejected, I sat down on a couch and stretched out my legs. Looking down for one last scan of the area, I saw the contact lens sitting on my pantleg, face up, quite dry but none the worse for wear. I looked at the ceiling, but it told me nothing. Ceilings. Close-mouthed, you know?
That’s pretty seriously creepy.