I don't think you experienced a 'glitch' at all. The Matrix or whatever you call it, does not have space for glitches. It's perfect. You can only
sense it's existence once you go into a higher state of mind.
I'm afraid what you experienced was a simple play of the ye old 'spirits'. They tend to mess around with people like that. Sometimes showing them
things that don't exist, sometimes stealing it from them just for the fun of it, and returning it in the same place, or a different place.
When I graduated from high school years ago, my whole family decided to move with me and we moved our entire house to another country for my college
years. As we were moving, I met a guy who was the most alluring person I know, and decided to invite him over to my house. There was something oddly
bizarre and alluring about him and I fell for him just before I moved countries can you believe that
anyway, we just saw each other for a few days.
But just before I invited him over to my house, I remember writing in my diary that he was coming over and I put a photo of myself in there to give to
him. Teenagers are silly you know, but eventually I forgot to give him the photo or even taking out the diary from the box it was in. Our house was
full of boxes by then.
Months later, after a successful move to the other country, I remembered my diary and asked my mom where on earth it would be, it wasn't in any of the
boxes, and it wasn't shipped out in the container that arrived with all our things in it. I shrugged it off as lost indefinitely but probably would
come out later. That summer we went to another city to visit my grandparents, and I was looking for some old books in their attic when I came
across.....lo and behold...my long lost diary. How it got there I have no idea. At first I thought it was some kind of a joke, that someone like my
mom or brother was messing with me, but it's not like them to hide one of my prized possessions for so long, and in the attic of a house we haven't
been in for many years. Needless to say I got a bit spooked, then bothered to look in the pages. Every single page was removed. Even my name, which
was written with a black marker on the inside jacket was miraculously, NOT THERE. I thought it was completely empty at first, I even thought it was a
different diary, but one that looks exactly alike to my first. Until, I came across a page in the middle. It was written by one of my best friends in
high school. It said the following: We're so UNhappy to see you gone, we will miss you.
I threw the book away afterwards....I had a feeling someone was just leaving me a message and I didn't like it one bit.
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