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.

Our house is over 300 years old, so you probably wouldn't be surprised if I'd tell you about ghost sightings or paranormal activity happening here.  To be honest we never had many of these except the occasional wood creaking or the feeling of being watched from a dark corner, while you're lying in bed, but we are all quite used to those. My dad and grandpa even found a skeleton, when they were rebuilding the ground floor bathroom.

I forgot about this story for many, many years, but after a long night of talking to my mother and my boyfriend about urban myths in Austria and real life ghost sightings I remembered my very own glitch in the Matrix experience. Well at least I want to think it was a glitch in the Matrix.

As you can guess my story has nothing to do with the ghosts probably living in/haunting our house, but more with a strange sighting which I cannot explain to this day. My grandma is quite a popular person and has a huge extended family, because she alone had about 12 siblings, same goes to my grandpa.

It was nothing strange or unfamiliar to see a car in our driveway which my siblings and I couldn't recognize. On that particular day, it must have been spring or summer,I came home from my best friends place around midday. I noticed a car in the driveway and I was almost sure that my grandma had visitors.

My siblings and I were raised pretty strict by our parents, meaning we greeted elderly people first, said please and thank you, and which is important to this story,  always had to go and talk to our grandmas friends/ family when they visited.

So I opened the ground floor front door, preparing myself for getting my cheeks pinched and walked into the downstairs living room. On the small table, next to the stove, sat a good friend of my grandma and next to her her husband, let's call them Mr. and Mrs. Camper. I shook both of their hands, at first the woman's, who was in a deep conversation with my grandma, and then the man's.

Mr. Camper didn't say anything, which struck me as unusual, because normally he was a really friendly older man and talked to me about school and stuff. I excused myself, because it was almost lunch time and went upstairs, without thinking about the incident any further.

A week later, my grandma told my parents about how Mr. Camper had died after being in the ICU for such a long time. I looked at her puzzled, because I didn't understand. He was here just a week ago. I tried explaining the situation to my mother, but she just told me that I must have imagined it but I knew that he was there.

I can still remember the exact spot where he sat. Even though I tried to bring up the subject once or twice again, my parents would always tell me that I must have imagined it and not to talk about it any further.

Now, nearly 10 years later, I look back on this 'meeting' and don't know what to make of it. I want to believe it was 'just' a glitch in the Matrix, but still I can't find an answer to what I saw.
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