I was around 10 years old, hanging out with my dad at his appartment. We were sitting on the carpet, playing with decks of cards. He was showing me some magic tricks.

Him being quite good, and me being 10, made me wonder if telepathy was possible!

(I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just made me think about it.)

After awhile he goes to his room, which was also his office, to do his own thing, shuts the door. Leaving me to play with the cards.

I decided to begin my quest of training in psychic abilities. Lol.

Im really working at this. Trying to predict cards. Trying to picture them in my head. "I can do it. Magic IS real!" Heh. I was an over imaginative nerd.

Worth noting that I was using my favorite deck. The picture creeped me out, but it felt kinda magical. The one with the two dogs barking with the creepy moon.

Anyway, at some point, I gotta go, but im really excited about the cards. So I run to the bathroom, which is right there, and run back. I was gone for like, 2 seconds tops.

I come back to find the mess of cards, scattered across the floor, had vanished.

I look around and find they have been moved to this old, antique, hard wood desk. They were neatly spread out. Perfectly lined up in both numerical and suit order. One side red, the other half black.

I stood there for a long second, taking in what I was seeing. I blink. I mess the cards up. Pick them up. Put them away.

Just.

Nope.

No way it was my dad. 100% the same deck of cards. Distinctly worn and nicked from card tricks. I was in and out so quickly, that I even strugle to see how some "phenomenon" could have had time to do this, more less my dad. Even with a fresh pack of cards, waiting behind his door, just, not possible.

Idk what it was. Gives me this, "break in the matrix" feeling that I thought was worth sharing.