The Day I Was Killed: My Glitch-in-the-Matrix Experience

What if death isn’t the end we think it is?

JP Brown


Are we able to jump from one parallel universe to another? Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

Author’s note: This story is 100% true to the best of my memory. I have told it a few times before to friends, and it is always spurred conversations about what could have happened. Glitch in the matrix? Quantum immortality? Jumping parallel universes? What is your theory?

The setting: the mid-1990s. On a rural back road in South Mississippi.

It was springtime, and the air was flush with the promise of rebirth. It was a season that heralded the end of an era for my best friend and me. In just a few months, we’d toss our graduation caps skyward and bid adieu to the hometown that had sculpted our young lives.

My best friend’s dad, the owner of a used car lot, had recently acquired a fun little car — a Mazda convertible, sporty and practically begging for a joyride. It was a two-door manual that brought up memories of Ferris Bueller’s iconic day off.

His dad trusted used cars as much as any of us do, so he made a point of road-testing new additions to ensure he didn’t earn the reputation of peddling lemons. He was busy that day in the office, so he tossed us the keys and sent us off to give it a test drive around the rural backroads of the Pine Belt.

Not without a heartfelt promise from both of us that we would be safe and definitely not speed or drive irresponsibly — a promise we kept as long as the first traffic light we came to before zooming out of sight.

The incident

We’d been cruising for about an hour when we rolled onto a particular section of highway. These aren’t uncommon stretches of road in Mississippi:

A road perched on an embankment running through a floodplain that is full of tall long-leaf pines. On either side of the road are 10-foot drop-offs. There is no shoulder and no “pulling over.” If you break down here, you’re going to be blocking traffic. If you slide off the road at these spots, you are in a world of trouble.

The road ahead was straight, though visibility ahead was broken by a small hill cresting at its midpoint – the bridge going over a muddy Mississippi creek.



JP Brown

Entrepreneur/business owner ( Lover of the simple things, always questioning why. Committed to truth, not consistency.