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.

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, inspired me to see if telepathy was possible!
(I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

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 practicing my 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 spiritual, like a tarot card. 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 perfectly spread out. Neatly lined up in both numerical and suit order. One side red, the other half black.

I stood there for a long second, in shock, 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.

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, inspired me to see if telepathy was possible!
(I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

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 practicing my 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 spiritual, like a tarot card. 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 perfectly spread out. Neatly lined up in both numerical and suit order. One side red, the other half black.

I stood there for a long second, in shock, 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.

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

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, inspired me to see if telepathy was possible!
(I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

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 practicing my 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 spiritual, like a tarot card. 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 perfectly spread out. Neatly lined up in both numerical and suit order. One side red, the other half black.

I stood there for a long second, in shock, 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. 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.

Idk what it was. Iv seen a few weird things but this one gives me this, "break in the matrix" feeling that I thought was worth sharing.

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, inspired me to see if telepathy was possible!
(I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

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 practicing my 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 spiritual, like a tarot card. 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 perfectly spread out. Neatly lined up in both numerical and suit order. One side red, the other half black.

I stood there for a long second, in shock, 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. Worn and nicked from card tricks. I was in and out so quickly, I strugle to see how some "phenomenon" could have had time to do this.

Idk what it was. Iv seen a few weird things but this one gives me this, "break in the matrix" feeling that I thought was worth sharing.

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, inspired me to see if telepathy was possible!
(I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

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 practicing my 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 always an over imaginative nerd.

Worth noting that I was using my favorite deck. The picture creeped me out, but it felt kinda spiritual, like a tarot card. The one with the two dogs barking with the creepy moon. Always loved cards. Something aesthetically pleasing about them.

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 perfectly spread out. Neatly lined up in both numerical and suit order. One side red, the other half black.

I stood there for a long second, in shock, 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. Worn and nicked from card tricks. He didn't even have time to lay out a new deck. Heck, I strugle to see how any "entity," or "magic" or anything could have had time to do this.

Idk what it was. Iv seen a few weird things but this one gives me this, "break in the matrix" feeling that I thought was worth sharing.

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, inspired me to see if telepathy was possible!
(I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

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

I decided to begin my quest of practicing my 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 always an over imaginative nerd.

Worth noting that I was using my favorite deck. The picture creeped me out, but it felt kinda spiritual, like a tarot card. The one with the two dogs barking with the creepy moon. Always loved cards. Something aesthetically pleasing about them.

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 perfectly spread out. Neatly lined up in both numerical and suit order. One side red, the other half black.

I stood there for a long second, in shock, 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. Worn and nicked from card tricks. He didn't even have time to lay out a new deck. Heck, I strugle to see how any "entity," or "magic" or anything could have had time to do this.

Idk what it was. Iv seen a few weird things but this one gives me this, "break in the matrix" feeling that I thought was worth sharing.

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, inspired me to see if telepathy was possible!
(I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

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

I decided to begin my quest of practicing my 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 always an over imaginative nerd.

Worth noting that I was using my favorite deck. The picture creeped me out, but it felt kinda spiritual, like a tarot card. The one with the two dogs barking with the creepy moon. Always loved cards. Something aesthetically pleasing about them.

Anyway, at one point, I gotta pee, 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, vanished.

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

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

Just.

Nope.

Thats how freaked out I was.

No way it was my dad. 100% the same deck of cards. Worn and nicked from card tricks. He didn't even have time to lay out a new deck. Heck, I strugle to see how any "entity," or "magic" or anything could have had time to do this.

Idk what it was. Iv seen a few weird things but this one gives me this, "break in the matrix" feeling that I thought was worth sharing.

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, inspired me to see if telepathy was possible! (I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

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

I decided to begin my quest of practicing my 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!" I was always an over imaginative nerd. Ha.

I was using my favorite deck. The picture creeped me out, but it felt kinda spiritual, like a tarot card. The one with the two dogs barking with the creepy moon. Iv always loved cards. Something aesthetically pleasing about them.

Anyway, at one point, I gotta pee, 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, vanished.

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

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

Just.

Nope.

Thats how freaked out I was.

No way it was my dad. 100% the same deck of cards. Worn and nicked from card tricks. He didn't even have time to lay out a new deck anyway. Heck, I strugle to see how any "entity," or "magic" or anything could have had time to do this.

I investigated after the shock wore off. Iv tried to debunk it. Asked dad about it, even as an adult.

Idk what it was. Iv seen a few weird things but, this one gives me this, break in the matrix feeling. Thought it was worth sharing.

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, inspired me to see if telepathy was possible! (I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

After awhile he goes to his room, wich was also his office, to do his own thing, leaves me to play with the cards.

I decided to start my quest of practicing being psychic.

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

I was using my favorite deck. The picture creeped me out, but it felt kinda spiritual, like a tarot card. The one with the two dogs barking with the creepy moon. Iv always loved cards. Something aesthetically pleasing about them.

Anyway, at one point, I gotta pee, 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, vanished.

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

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

Just. Nope.

Thats how freaked out I was.

No way it was my dad. 100% the same deck of cards. Worn and nicked from card tricks. He didn't even have time to lay out a new deck anyway. Heck, I strugle to see how any "entity," or "magic" or anything could have had time to do this.

I investigated after the shock wore off. Iv tried to debunk it. Asked dad about it, even as an adult.

Idk what it was. Iv seen a few weird things but, this one gives me this, break in the matrix feeling. Thought it was worth sharing.

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, inspired me to see if telepathy was possible! (I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

After awhile he goes to his room/office to do his own thing, leaves me to play with the cards.

I decided to start my quest of practicing being psychic.

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

I was using my favorite deck. The picture creeped me out, but it felt kinda spiritual, like a tarot card. The one with the two dogs barking with the creepy moon. I still love cards. Something aesthetically pleasing about them.

Anyway, at one point, I gotta pee, 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.

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

I look around and find they have been moved to this old, antique, hard wood desk. They were perfectly spread out. In every way. Precisely spaced, lined up, in numerical and suit order, one half red, one half black.

I was in shock. I stare for a long second. Blink. Mess the cards up. Pick them up. Put them away.

Thats how freaked out I was.

No way it was my dad. 100% the same deck of cards. Worn and nicked from card tricks. Heck, he didn't even have time to lay out a new deck of cards. I even strugle to see how any "entity," or "magic" or anything could have had time to do this.

I investigated after the shock left me. Iv tried to debunk it. Asked dad about it, even as an adult.

Idk what it was. Iv seen a few weird things but, this one gives me this, break in the matrix feeling. Thought it was worth sharing.

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, inspired me to see if telepathy was possible! (I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

After awhile he goes to his room/office to do his own thing, leaves me to play with the cards.

I decided to start my quest of practicing being psychic.

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

I was using my favorite deck. The picture creeped me out, but it felt kinda spiritual, like a tarot card. The one with the two dogs barking with the creepy moon. I still love cards. Something aesthetically pleasing about them.

Anyway, at one point, I gotta pee, 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.

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

I look around and find they have been moved to this old, antique, hard wood desk. They were perfectly spread out. In every way. Perfectly spaced, lined up, in numerical order, in suit order, one half red, one half black.

I was in shock. I stare for a solid second. Blink. Mess the cards up. Pick them up. Put them away.

Thats how freaked out I was.

No way it was my dad. 100% the same deck of cards. Worn and nicked from card tricks. Heck, he didn't even have time to lay out a new deck of cards. I even strugle to see how an entity, or "magic" could have had the time to do this.

I investigated after the shock left me. Trying to debunk it. Asked dad about it, even as an adult.

Idk what it was. Iv seen a few weird things but, this one gives me this, break in the matrix feeling. Thought it was worth sharing.

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.

Which, me being 10, and him being quite good, inspired me to think telepathy was possible! (I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me. Lol)

After awhile he gets up, goes to his room/office to do his own thing, leaves me to play with the cards.

Determined, I decided to start practicing being a psychic.

Im really working at this. Trying to predict cards. Trying to picture them in my head. "I can do it. Magic IS real!" Lol I was always a big fantasy nerd.

I was using my favorite deck. The picture creeped me out, but it felt kinda magical like a tarot card. The one with the two dogs barking with the creepy moon. (I still love cards. Something aesthetically pleasing about them.)

Anyway, at one point, I gotta pee, 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.

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

I look around and find they have been moved to this old, antique, hard wood desk. They were perfectly spread out. In every way. Perfectly spaced, lined up, in numerical order, in suit order, one half red, one half black.

I was in shock. I stare for a solid second. Blink. Mess the cards up. Pick them up. Put them away.

Thats how freaked out I was.

No way it was my dad. 100% the same deck of cards. Worn and nicked from card tricks. Heck, he didn't even have time to lay out a new deck of cards. I even strugle to see how an entity, or "magic" could have had the time to do this.

I investigated after the shock left me. Trying to debunk it. Asked dad about it, even as an adult.

Idk what it was. Iv seen a few weird things but, this one gives me this, break in the matrix feeling. Thought it was worth sharing.

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.

Which, me being 10, and him being quite good, inspired me to think telepathy was possible! (I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me. Lol)

After awhile he gets up, goes to his room/office to do his own thing, leaves me to play with the cards.

Determined, I decided to start practicing being a psychic.

Im really working at this. Trying to predict cards. Trying to picture them in my head. "I can do it. Magic IS real!" Lol I was always a big fantasy nerd.

I was using my favorite deck. The picture creeped me out, but it felt kinda magical like a tarot card. The one with the two dogs barking with the creepy moon. (I still love cards. Something aesthetically pleasing about them.)

Anyway, at one point, I gotta pee, 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.

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

I look around and find they have been moved to this old, antique, hard wood desk. They were perfectly spread out. In every way. Perfectly spaced, lined up, in numerical order, in suit order, one half red, one half black.

I was in shock. I stare for a solid second. Blink. Mess the cards up. Pick them up. Put them away.

Thats how freaked out I was.

No way it was my dad. 100% the same deck of cards. Worn and nicked from card tricks. Heck, he didn't even have time to lay out a new deck of cards. I don't even understand how an entity, or "magic" could have had the time to do this.

I investigated after the shock left me. Trying to debunk it. Asked dad about it, even as an adult.

Idk what it was. Iv seen a few weird things but, this one gives me this, break in the matrix feeling. Thought it was worth sharing.

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 all sorts of magic tricks.

Which, me being 10, and him being quite good, inspired me to think telepathy was possible! (I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

After awhile he gets up, goes to his room/office to do his own thing, leaves me to play with the cards.

Determined, I decided to start practicing being a psychic.

Im really working at this. Trying to predict cards. Trying to picture them in my head. "I can do it. Magic IS real!" Lol I was always a big fantasy/si-fi nerd.

I feel like its important to note the deck of cards I was using. It was my favorite deck. Felt magical in itself, even tho it creeped me out. The one with the two dogs barking with the creepy moon. (I still love cards. Something asthetic about them.)

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

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

I look around and find they have been moved to this old, antique, hard wood desk. They were perfectly spread out. In every way. Perfectly spaced, lined up, in numerical order, in suit order, one half red, one half black.

I was in shock. I stare for a solid second. Blink. Mess the cards up. Pick them up. Put them away.

Thats how freaked out I was.

No way it was my dad. 100% the same deck of cards. Worn and nicked from card tricks. He didn't even have time to lay out a new deck of cards. Hell, I don't even understand how an entity, or "magic" could have had the time to do this. The percision in which they were spread was almost inhuman.

I investigated after the shock left me. Trying to debunk it. Asked my dad, even as an adult. Just wasn't him.

Idk what it was. Iv seen plenty of weird things but this takes the cake. Its given me this, break in the matrix, feeling. Like I was poking at the universe, and the universe poked back.

Thanks for reading.

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 all sorts of magic tricks.

Which, me being 10, and him being quite good, inspired me to think telepathy was possible! (I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

After awhile he gets up, goes to his room/office to do his own thing, leaves me to play with the cards.

Determined, I decided to start practicing being a psychic.

Im really working at this. Trying to predict cards. Trying to picture them in my head. "I can do it. Magic IS real!" Lol I was always a big fantasy/si-fi nerd.

I feel like its important to note the deck of cards I was using. It was my favorite deck. Felt magical in itself, even tho it creeped me out. The one with the two dogs barking with the creepy moon. (I still love cards. Something asthetic about them.)

Anyway, at one point, I gotta pee, but im really excited about the cards. So I run to the bathroom, which is right there, and run back. Gone for like, 3 seconds tops.

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

I look around and find they have been moved to this old, antique, hard wood desk. Perfectly spread out. I mean.. like perfect. In every way. Perfectly spaced, lined up, in numerical order, in suit order, one half red, one half black.

I was in shock. I stare for a solid second. Blink. Mess the cards up. Pick them up. Put them away.

Thats how freaked out I was.

No way it was my dad. 100% the same deck of cards. I knew this deck. They had nicks on them for some of the tricks. He didn't even have time to lay out a new deck of cards. Hell, I don't even understand how an entity, or "magic" could have had the time to do this. The percision in which they were spread was almost inhuman.

I investigated after the shock left me. Trying to debunk it. Asked my dad, even as an adult. Just wasn't him.

Idk what it was. Iv seen plenty of weird things but this takes the cake. Its given me this, break in the matrix, feeling, that now, im leaving with you!

Thanks for reading.

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 all sorts of magic tricks.

Which, me being 10, and him being quite good, inspired me to think telepathy was possible! (I knew he wasn't telepathic, it just inspired me.)

After awhile he gets up, goes to his room/office to do his own thing, leaves me to play with the cards.

Determined, I decided to start practicing being a psychic.

Im really working at this. Trying to predict cards. Trying to picture them in my head. "I can do it. Magic IS real!" Lol I was always a big fantasy/si-fi nerd.

I feel like its important to note the deck of cards I was using. It was my favorite deck. Felt magical in itself, even tho it creeped me out. The one with the two dogs barking at a moon. (I still love cards. Something asthetic about them.)

Anyway, at one point, I gotta pee, but im really excited about the cards. So I run to the bathroom, which is right there, and run back. Gone for like, 3 seconds tops.

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

I look around and find they have been moved to this old, antique, hard wood desk. Perfectly spread out. I mean.. like perfect. In every way. Perfectly spaced, lined up, in numerical order, in suit order, one half red, one half black.

I was in shock. I stare for a solid second. Blink. Mess the cards up. Pick them up. Put them away.

Thats how freaked out I was.

No way it was my dad. 100% the same deck of cards. I knew this deck. They had nicks on them for some of the tricks. He didn't even have time to lay out a new deck of cards. Hell, I don't even understand how an entity, or "magic" could have had the time to do this. The percision in which they were spread was almost inhuman.

I investigated after the shock left me. Trying to debunk it. Asked my dad, even as an adult. Just wasn't him.

Idk what it was. Iv seen plenty of weird things but this takes the cake. Its given me this, break in the matrix, feeling, that now, im leaving with you!

Thanks for reading.