I was reading the news last night before I went to bed, as I often do. I usually read Google news from my phone. Unfortunately, it's a mess of misinformation, advertisements, and mostly useless garbage. However, every now and then something interesting pops up, and I find myself fascinated.
Last night I came across a story about different people's reactions to supposed glitches in The Matrix. What they meant by that was basically... different strange stories that couldn't be explained easily. Similar to the idea of someone being caught in The Matrix.
You might notice something is off but you couldn't really explain.
It got me thinking about something that happened to me many years ago.
At the time I was renting the master bedroom in a three-bedroom house. The other two rooms occasionally got rented out, but I was essentially a permanent resident. That house has long been sold. Times have changed since then.
During the period in question, the other two rooms were empty. I was the sole resident… which made living there a great value proposition.
I was lying down in my California king sized bed… which has long since been traded in for a space saving twin XL... as my new living quarters have much less space, but I was having difficulty sleeping due to the sound coming from a nearby room.
It was the sound of jazz music. It sounded like an entire orchestra. You could hear each instrument very clearly. The bass, the piano, the drums. Most clear were the drums and bass. It was all rat-a-tat-tat and boom-boom-boom of drums and finger strumming. It sounded like quite a jam, and honestly it was pretty soft… but it was loud enough to keep me from sleeping.
At first I thought it was coming from one of the houses in the neighborhood, but then I realized that it really sounded like it was coming from within my own house. Possibly from the other room. The other two rooms were empty. I thought at that moment that the owner must have come home. Perhaps he was in the kitchen putting up boxes and listening to jazz music. It really did sound like a band though. Maybe he had an actual record player or something like that. I'm not sure how I could have missed the sound of him coming home, but it's possible he was just being really quiet since it was the middle of the night.
I walked over to the door of the bedroom. I could see light coming in through the blinds because I had no curtains up. It was dark enough to sleep, but light enough to see the doorknob clearly. I placed my hand upon the knob and I could actually feel the strumming of the bass. I took a deep breath and waited for a brief moment. There was something very disquieting about the whole thing. I quickly pulled open the door... expecting to see the owner, and maybe a couple of his friends, sitting down on the couch talking. However, the moment the door opened, the music stopped. The only sound was a sort of howling wind. The light from the dining-room windows shone upon the floor, illuminating the bright white tiles. The house was empty. More unnerving than that though, was the fact that the music was gone. When I closed the door to my room, I could no longer hear it either.
There is no doubt in my mind that the music was there. It was so loud that I couldn't sleep. While it's possible that it was in my mind, and that I imagined everything, I find it highly unlikely. Nothing like that has happened again. The next day at work I was thinking about it, and I begin to wonder why I could hear howling wind. The windows were closed, and I'm pretty sure it was a quiet night. The entire experience was odd.
However, I was able to use that experience when writing some fiction stories later on down the line. So I considered it a good thing, as unusual as it was.
I still think it was strange though.
That is my tale of the glitch in The Matrix.
This is a true occurrence.
I hope you enjoyed it.
Until next time.
jeezzle
