Strange but true stories, tales from the light side, the dark side and the other side. I'm Steve White.

Have you ever been in a situation where you know something that's absolutely true, but nothing around you supports it? Not that you think it may be true, but, you know, you experienced something, have vivid recollections about it, and yet in your current reality, there is no proof it ever happened. Or maybe something that can't happen in a logically configured world like this happened anyway.

Such is the case with the following stories. Call it a glitch, a glimpse of the multiverse, perhaps, or something just purely strange and unexplainable. All of the following stories, except for one, were submitted to strange but true from viewers like you.

Registration vexation. One morning I went to the mailbox and found that my new car registration and sticker for the license plate had arrived. I went to the house and got a damp paper towel to wipe any dust from the license plate so that the sticker would adhere better.

I placed the registration in the glove box and then attach the new sticker to the plate.

While I was crouched at the rear of my car, my neighbor came up the sidewalk and kindly said Good morning.

I returned her greeting and then walked back to my house. At the time, I had two very large planters on the patio with small fruit trees in them, as I approached the front door, a black and white cat jumped out of one of the pots and ran across the yard. It startled me a little bit, but I didn't think much about it.

Three months later, I was driving home from the grocery store and I was pulled over by the police. The officer said that my license plate had expired four months earlier and asked to see my registration and proof of insurance. I was just dumbstruck as to how my license plate tag was expired. I dug around in the glove box but couldn't find my new registration. I told the officer that I was certain that I had put the new sticker on the plate and placed the new registration in the glove box.

Four and a half months ago, she let me off with a warning and instructed me to look again at home and get the sticker and new registration put in the car. I thanked her and drove home, feeling very confused around the whole thing over in my mind, remembering distinctly the application of the sticker, the neighbor saying hello and the black and white cat jumping out. Oh, well, maybe the sticker had fallen off, but that wouldn't explain where the registration was.

It was baffling. The next day, after scouring my house, I went to the DMV and sat through the morning fully expecting that they would find record of my payment and current registration and their computer system.

But now they couldn't find any record of what I was sure I had done months before. So I paid for another registration and went home, went into the house, got a damp paper towel to wipe any dust from the plate. I then went to my car, placed the registration in the glove box and attached the new sticker to the rear license plate.

While I was crouched at the rear of my car, my neighbor came up the sidewalk and again said good morning. I returned her greeting and then walked back to my house. As I approached the front door, a black and white cat jumped out of one of the tree planters and ran across the yard, just as I had remembered four and a half months before.

Next stop, Seattle. So in 2014, my daughter was in Los Angeles visiting her grandmother. I was living in Seattle at the time and was driving from Seattle to L.A. to pick her up and bring her home.

The drive is straight down Interstate five from Seattle to L.A. It's approximately 100 miles and you can drive it straight in 24 hours or so or break it down into two days, driving 12 hours a day.

I've driven it before. And so on this occasion, I left Seattle at around five o'clock in the evening, and three hours later I was just getting on the bridge crossing into Oregon from Washington. I was on the phone with my daughter telling her I just pulled into Oregon. I had driven to Portland many, many times before. So I'm on the phone with her for about 30 minutes. As I'm driving south on I-95, I see a small sign in the dark that says Calama, which is in Washington State.

I was still chatting and just disregarded what the sign said, half thinking there must be a Calama, Oregon to about five minutes later, I see another sign that says Calama next exit.

What I told my daughter I'd call her back, I had no idea where I was, I wasn't in Oregon anymore. I was not going south on I-95. All of a sudden, I decided to get off at the next exit and figure out where I was. I plugged in the Garmin and it told me I was heading north on I-95 towards Seattle. That was impossible. I never got off the freeway, I never took an exit, I took the only bridge there is and stayed on the freeway, going 60 miles per hour on cruise control.

Therefore, it would have been impossible for me to have exited the freeway, turned around and go back over the bridge into Washington State, going 60 miles per hour. The whole time I was freaked out, at least I would know if I drove that bridge again going north.

I looked at the clock and it was 11 o'clock. That was also impossible. It's just over a half hour ago, I was entering Oregon. It was only eight. I had just lost two and a half hours. I just hung up with my daughter. I managed to be heading the exact opposite way of where I was a half hour ago. And I was even on the phone with my daughter less than a half hour. I looked at the time on my phone.

I got back on Interstate five going south and had to drive another hour or so to get back to Oregon. I had lost hours literally and was totally turned around heading back home. I still cannot figure out what happened to this day. Registration manifestation, it was 1985, and I was visiting my grandparents in Puerto Rico for the summer, my grandfather, who we called Pappy, owned a 1965 Mustang. He loved to drive it. And anyone who visited got a slow but nice ride with him.

He shared stories and talked about which places were best to buy bread or empanadas or whatever he thought you needed to do while you were there. On one particular day, he wasn't up for driving and for the first time allowed someone else to drive his car.

I was 18 at the time and was thrilled and honored to be given the opportunity to drive his prized vintage Mustang. But I was also a little nervous, obviously, 30 years ago. Technology isn't what it is today.

He enemy his registration papers asking me to be responsible with the car and with the paper registration title. I took the request seriously and of course, told him I would safely put the registration in my wallet in front of him and drove off with my aunt, uncle and sister.

We decided to go to the beach and enjoy the day. The day was beautiful, as it always seemed to be in Puerto Rico.

And we spent a few hours swimming, eating, talking with the locals and soaking up the sunshine. Around three thirty in the afternoon, we decided to head back home.

I carefully drove home and returned the car safe and sound. I reached for my wallet to give my grandfather his registration back, but my wallet wasn't in my pocket. I couldn't find it anywhere.

It had his registration and my I.D. and money in it.

I searched all over the place and the car, the rooms under the bed, around the house, the beach bag. I asked my aunt, my sister, my uncle if they remembered anything. I even looked under the mattress. I was so disappointed in myself. I searched for at least 30 minutes and couldn't find it anywhere.

I was so ashamed.

I didn't have the courage or the heart to tell my grandfather I lost the registration. He would be disappointed in me and probably would never let me, or for that matter, anyone else drive his car again. How could I have been so irresponsible?

I was sitting in my bedroom wondering what to do next.

I stopped searching, closed my eyes, and I said out loud, Bring me the paper, please. I don't want to disappoint my grandfather. I know you hear me. Whoever you are, please just give me back the registration.

And when I open my eyes and was ready to walk out of the bedroom, I looked down. And at my feet, Eric was unfolded and laying right at my feet was the registration paper.

My eyes couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was nervous but relieved. I really didn't know what happened or how or what or but I know it wasn't there a few seconds ago. It was just the registration, not my wallet or my money or anything else.

I picked it up and carefully.