So I was about 16 years old. I had a friend over (Jeramiah) who was staying the night, and at about midnight we decided to walk down the street to see if one of our friends was awake to hang out.

12:00 AM -- We walk there, he's asleep, so we just walk right back home. Ten minutes should have passed. Maybe twenty at most if we walked very slowly.

So we get in the house and we head to the kitchen for a drink. We glance over at the stove clock (the same clock we referenced before we left) and we were both shocked to find it was 4:00 AM. We immediately checked the other clocks in the house and they all agreed. It was 4 AM.

So four hours have passed in what should have been about 10 minutes. And no, there were no drugs or alcohol involved. We have absolutely zero conscious memory of what happened in those four hours. He remembers this event the same as I do to this day.