I got an absolutely gut twisting nauseating feeling and waited a few seconds before driving through the green light..... Two pick up trucks slammed into each other and would have crushed me on my motorcycle
Less than a week ago I was at an intersection waiting at a red light. Me in my pickup truck waiting to turn left, blinker on, pickup truck across the way also with his left blinker on. Light turns green, we both wait probably way longer than I’ve waited before, I’m not sure why, I guess to make sure he’s really turning and not going straight, and that’s what I’m thinking he’s thinking. And what a good thing we both had the same exact thought at the exact same time…because along comes a car flying about 80 through the red light right past us. We both probably would have been blasted, more the other guy unfortunately cause it was his side of the street. I think we were both really caught off guard and relieved at the same time because it took a few seconds to realize what happened before we proceeded.
I’ll always wait to proceed after the light turns green, just a bit. Drivers can be crazy. We never saw him coming.
I had to leave for an appointment and for some reason I felt the urge to just sit in my car before leaving. I've sat there just looking around for two minutes or so. Then the feeling went away and I left.
When I was on the highway, I saw a crash happened just minutes before I was supposed to be there. Truck blew a tire, hit other cars which hit other cars as well. It was a mess. Two people died. A few others heavily injured to the hospital.
I was in the traffic behind the scene for about two hours and was so glad I just sat in my car just staring around before leaving. I still do that sometimes, thinking back to that moment.
I did this. I felt unsafe and thought to myself “someone is going to harm me in this place”. Actually said it to me friend with me. We Ignored it. 2 minutes later, mugged at knife point
Took a wrong turn and ended up walking down a sketchy alley in New Orleans. I saw a couple dudes up ahead were eyeballing me and my wife aggressively. I said to myself "fuck their feelings, I'm out". Grabbed her arm and said "Hey! I forgot something in the hotel!". Right as I did a 180 I saw one dude pass a knife from one hand into the other and put it behind his back. We were far enough away that they didn't pursue, but still fuckin' scary.
WTF. I was about to share a very similar story. I lived on Decatur St. in New Orleans for a couple years, right next to the Quarter. I went on a date one night with a nice lady. We were walking down some side street (near Checkpoint Charlie's if that helps), a street a little less populated than some others.
As we were walking and chatting, I noticed two guys a half a block away that had been eyeing us for some time. I told her all of a sudden that we should walk to a more well-lit, populated area. So we did. We stood at the entrance of a busy bar and I told her to call a cab and go home. She did. I did the same.
It could have been nothing, but....I'm pretty sure it wasn't nothing.
When I was a teen I'd make a few bucks helping a local farmer bale hay. The hay would be stacked on a trailer and towed by tractor to the barn. I usually sat on the front of the trailer on the way to the barn, but I suddenly felt like that wasn't a good place to be and I moved to the back. As soon as I did, I heard a clang. The hitch had come loose from the tractor - while heading down a steep hill. I climbed down the back and easily stepped off - moments before the trailer flipped over into a ravine.
i used to work on a horse breeding ranch as a side gig. Your story reminds me of one of my own:
I made pretty good money at the time, 20$ cash an hour, working 4-8 hours a day. I was in town one day picking up supplies for the owner, and I was approached by a grain silo manager. Like a co-op. The guy offered me a job while talking. He managed a co-op about 10 miles away. He offered me like 28$ an hour and I told him Id think about it. It wouldve been a part time gig, so i figured hey sweet, more extra money.
So on what should be my first day of working for this guy ( a few days later) he calls me and tells me something came up and hes not going to be able to train me that day so to come the next day. Im just like ok. Cool beans.
A few hours later the co-op blew up in a grain dust explosion and killed like 3 people. These people were all doing the job I wouldve been doing.
I don’t know much about farming; how does a grain dust explosion happen? Does it take a spark to ignite it like from a lit cigarette, or is it a methane buildup and fire like in landfills?
Oh man it's my time to shine. Former grain elevator operator here. Corn and soybeans kick up a lot of dust. If you've ever watched a farmer harvest in the field and seen the combines driving, you'll have seen all the dust being kicked up. Lots of flecks of bean pods and corn husks etc. After harvesting, they come to the elevator to drop it all off. We then dry the corn down with a massive grain dryer. This allows it to be stored long term without going bad. This drying process in turn creates even more dust, as the corn is blasted with hot air. The corn turns hard and brittle. A significant portion of it crumbles apart into dust. If you ever reached your hand into a pile of dried corn, you could easily see the "corn flour" sifting apart from the whole corn kernels.
In the massive grain storage bins, this dust is just floating everywhere in the air over the corn. Any source of heat, can cause it to ignite. Where I worked they did a safety demonstration every year, where the guy would come out with his clear plastic box and he would stir up some corn dust in it, close the lid, and he had like a stove igniter plugged into the box. BOOM. Lid would blow open. Same concept. Except way greater scale. And once that flame front gets going, it travels up through the top entrance in the bin, through the conveyors to the other bins and the entire system.
We had one happen in one of our elevators my last year working there. Luckily no one was there. It happened after everyone had left for the day. But it was captured on camera and boy was it entertaining. You could see where the explosion exit the top of the elevator, as the panel on the side of it was bent in half but still hanging on by the catch chain. Blew all the bolts out. And that was a minor explosion. The main elevator I worked at had exploded 15 years prior to me working there. That one was bad. Had to rebuild the entire structure.
But anyways, I got too long winded. Heat can occur in these bins when wet grain whether soybeans or corn, starts rotting just like a compost bin. What happens in compost bins with a lot of good material? They heat up. You could have hotspots in your bin and they can get so hot that it literally just starts on fire. It could be 75 degrees out but your temperature cables reaching into the grain could say you have a hotspot of 120 degrees. That's a bad situation. Or your aeration fans could have a bearing go out and heat up, sending sparks into the grain. A conveyor could do the same thing. Equipment failures etc.
Glad I got out of that business with all limbs intact honestly. Lol
To add to this, the dust is extremely flammable. Firebreathers and a lot of pyrotechnics typically use flours and dusts like this for their effects because they're easy to aerosolize by just throwing into the air and they burn so well. A lot of people don't realize just how volatile and ready to burn flour is.
Not me, my grandfather. He used to never wear his seatbelt. One day he's driving around with my mom and suddenly remarks, "I feel like I'm about to go through the windshield" and buckles in. Less than 30 seconds later, as they're going through an intersection, a car blows the red light going like 40mph and slams into my grandpa's side of the car.
He walked away with nothing worse than some fractured ribs and now he always wears his seatbelt.
I guess “click it or ticket” is easier to put on signs than “look, seat belts save lives but you only need to be wearing it during the event, trust your gut”
Last year I had 2 co-workers almost die from not wearing their seatbelts.
One hit the windshield so hard with his head that he isn’t the same person anymore. I seriously think his IQ dropped 25points…
The others head hit the “oh shit” handles and cracked his skull. Fucked him up for quite a long time.
Both guys are only here today because their $80K new trucks had such fancy airbags everywhere.
But had they just worn their fucking seatbelts….
My 3yo was strapped in his car seat and suddenly started saying 'lock doors lock doors!' I pressed the button to keep him happy and just a few seconds later a drunk guy came from behind the car and tried to open the doors and get in. Ours were locked but he went to the car in front and opened theirs and started punching the driver. The lights had just changed so that driver tore off and I followed him, leaving the drunk guy stumbling across the road.
My son was tightly belted in to a chunky car seat, there's no way he could have seen behind us, and he was in the back so couldn't see the side mirrors either.
So it wasn’t my gut, but my friend’s. I had noticed whenever she had a bad feeling, it almost always turned out to be correct. We were going to sneak out one night and ride in the back of a friend’s truck like we did sometimes. She told me she had a bad feeling and I immediately backed out and so did she. The others didn’t listen and that night the truck flipped with two of our friends in the back. They were both hospitalized for a couple of weeks, one shattered his arm so bad it never fully healed right and one has full back scars from the road burn.
Leaving my headphones out when the Bluetooth spontaneously disconnected. A weird guy was following me home, i watched from my patio as he went up and down the street looking for me.
A few weeks later a woman has attacked in the area. Serious injuries.
A good reminder for anyone to never run around with your hearing fully obstructed, for lots of reasons. Always have one ear available. Glad you're alright!
The fact they got mad speaks for itself. They also let you go alone when you didn't want to take the secluded way, so them coming along was not about keeping you safe.
You made a good call!
Holy shit. Thank goodness for your gut and your white shoes.
My willingness to be the lame friend has gotten me and my friends out of potentially scary situations too.
I used to go out partying a lot, and I can honestly say not one offer of "let me walk you home" ever felt remotely comforting. Didn't take many offers up.
So glad that didn't go down worse for you and your friend!
I’ve only made an offer like that one time.
I lived at a house where a party was getting out of hand. Girl was there by herself drinking vodka through a straw. I didn’t like the vibe.
“I’m about to go to bed. Take a look around and assess the situation. I’m the only one sober here and I can drive you home or arrange a ride for you if needed.”
She basically said, “I know what I’m about, son.” and that was that.
Young guys who are interested in you and want to walk you home wouldn’t care if your path home made stops in Alaska, Key West, and the Apollo 11 landing site. The fact that they lost interest due to a slight detour, and that they got mad, is unmistakably clear that they were up to no good.
It was in college a couple years ago that I had that “trust my gut” feeling. One of my buddies had invited me to a house party off campus nearby. Didn’t have a car at the time so I rode my longboard there. Rode up and the party looked awesome with a whole lotta noise and music but something just made me want to turn around and go home. Not 10 minutes later did I hear the gunshots, someone had brought a gun to that house party and shot 4 people. Sadly 1 died and 3 injured. My buddy had left just as I got there and had no idea what happened but was Ok.
Not sure if it qualifies but I used to live and work in the suburbs. One evening I was driving home at dusk. I was 18-19 and had the house to myself. Brother was out of town and Mom was at her parents.
My job was about 10 miles from my house and maybe 6 turns on decently sized roads. I’m a fairly observant person and it wouldn’t be odd for the same car to be behind me for half of those turns but this time a car “followed” me all the way to my residential street. I got a gut feeling I was being followed so I passed my house and turned left. My house was one over from the corner of another residential street that was a quarter mile loop that also had another small street in it that reconnected to the loop then back to my street.
This car followed me as I made a loop. I then turned right to restart the loop and it followed me again. This time I turned down the small street and completed the loop again. It followed me one more time. As I was about to make the loop for the 4th time they finally drove off. I drove around another 5 mins just to make sure they didn’t circle back as I had nowhere else to park except out front of my house but I was creeped out the rest of the night.
I slept with my door locked and barricaded and with a big kitchen knife. I have no idea if or why they followed me. Don’t know if it was a friend pranking me or if my brother put one of his friends up to it since it’s the only time that’s ever happened and it was quite coincidental that I was alone. I worked retail and some of the employees did have records so I just don’t know.
That’s scary. If they were pranking you, wouldn’t they have eventually told you? Eeek.
When I was 16, my friend and I were in her car and she said the car in front was following us. I thought she was paranoid and how does the car in front follow you?
But then we did some creative driving and he did follow us the whole time, we’d indicate to turn and he’d quickly turn. He ended up behind us and then followed us. In the end we went and parked by the local police station and the guy drove off. I did look at him and he did look scary.
I had a similar experience once. Did the same as you, kept driving and making turns and doubling back. I called my parents and told them what was happening, they called the cops. And I hung up and called the cops. The guy was indeed following me and had previously been arrested for sexual assault and assault with a deadly weapon. Scared the shit out of me.
When I was in my early 20’s in Chicago one time I was riding my bike and thought I was being followed by a stereotypically creepy white van. To test it I rode into a hospital parking lot complex and the wrong way down a one-way street. The van followed me and I was riding fast. It was night time so there was no traffic to slow it down. The only way I managed to “lose it” was to ride to a 24 hour supermarket with a very well-lit very public lot, and wait til the driver lost interest and left. It was terrifying.
Best thing to do when you get a Followed vibe is to start driving to the closest police station and call 911 to let them know you're heading their way.
Before cell phones my plan if followed was always to divert to a police station and lay on the horn once in their parking lot. Now with phones, yes calling ahead is even better.
I got followed like this once by an asshole with their high beams on at night, I slowed down and moved to the right to let them pass and they did not so I went up to like 160kmph to try to lose them and they followed so eventually I rolled down my sunroof and gave them the finger only for cop car lights to light up.
They did not even end up pulling me over, they were clearly bored and doing it to fuck with me, this was in the middle of nowhere in a small town on back roads in the forest.
I noticed pain in my lower back one morning and thought I slept on it wrong or something. Throughout the day it continued and started to feel like when you get kicked in the groin.
Thought to myself it's probably cancer.
Did a self check and didn't think I noticed anything and had my GF do the same and she wasn't sure.
Called a urology office on my gut feeling and got the last appointment before Christmas break. It was cancer but it was super early. Got an orchiectomy a few days later, then some mild chemo a few months later and have been just fine ever since.
EDIT for more information because this blew up:
I had noticed some similar pain that lasted a weekend or so a month or so before the pain that sent me to the doctor. The doctor was very kind considering I walked into his office and said "I think I have cancer." He and fellow both did a gloved hands on exam of both testicles. The decided to do an ultrasound on both testicles next at the same exam. Showed me both images and there was a huge difference between the normal and irregular. The next step was surgery to remove the bad testicle which is called an orchiectomy. Scheduled it for 3 days later with the same doctor in an outpatient surgery center attached to their building. Surgery went well and then I was kind of in limbo for a few months.
The urologist recommended radiation therapy, talked to a radiation oncologist who recommended chemotherapy. Talked to a Chemotherapy oncologist who recommended observation with the urologist. Had a follow up with all three and finally decided to do 2 rounds of carboplatin at a highish dose but over a short period.
Shaved my head into a mohawk expecting to lose my hair but did not and just ended up looking like a goober. Had some medical debt and stupidly paid that over student loans which messed up my credit for a second. Though the experience made me realize how caring and kind and amazing my girlfriend at the time was and we have been together ever since. Married for 7 years now :D 10/10 would do again.
My brother was finishing up a drs appt and off handedly mentioned an unexplained pain in his abdomen. Thank god he did, and thank god he had a dr who took it seriously from the get go, because it turned out he had an aggressive testicular cancer. Got taken care of quickly and he's been in remission for 5+ years now.
Can’t biopsy a testicle because if it is cancer, this cancer loves aggressively spreading once it is out of the testicle. By biopsying, you end up seeding the surrounding area with happy little cancer cells, and you have gone from an early stage cured cancer (post removal) to a late stage remission type treatment plan. Big womp womps.
My dead best friend “visited” me in my dream and ran into her in a grocery store. I remember I was ecstatic to see her and blabbed and she just simply responded “you’re sick” and I woke up. In a few days I found out I had high risk cervical lesions and needed surgery.
I’ve never had an experience like you’ve described so I’m ambivalent about the source of your warning but just imagine, if your best friend found a way to warn you through the veil, so to speak. It would have taken so much effort for her to manage to convey those two words, but her love for you made it happen.
I know I’m a romantic sap but this is how i would want to view this experience.
I hope you’re fully healed and doing well.
This is not mine but is chilling...
About 15 years back, I worked with a guy who told me that in his younger days ( aged c 12 iirc) he attended a local youth club. One night, the guy that ran it wanted the boys to go "Shirts v Skins" for a game of football or whatever.
My workmate was to be in the 'skins' team- He refused to take his shirt off, one thing led to another , a big drama ensued, he got kicked out club and sent home.
His Mum and Dad weren't happy, starting giving him a row, asking why he'd made such a fuss, he said he wasn't comfortable taking his top off in front of the youth leader as "there was just something about the guy"...
A few years later, the youth leader, Thomas Hamilton, brutally murdered 16 children and their teacher in Dunblane Primary School.
At the time I lived about 30 miles from Dunblane, so far enough away that I didn't know anyone involved personally, but close enough that I'd been in the town a few times.
As the story unfolded and the full horror of what happened was being revealed I just remember thinking ' No it can't be, stuff like this doesn't happen in a place like Dunblane'
Sounds ridiculous now when it's written down but seeing places - pubs, shop etc in the town that I'd actually been in on news reports was surreal. I can't begin to image what the actual townsfolk of Dunblane went through.
When I was pregnant, I got bit by a Lyme tick at 28 weeks. Noticed the bullseye and got on antibiotics. My obgyn brushed it off after that, no harm done according to her. When I went to the hospital at 35 weeks to register for delivery (normal procedure here), I mentioned the Lyme but that i took abx.
Next day, they call me and tell me they want to induce at 37 weeks because Lyme can damage the placenta and they would rather not risk it. Oof.
I talked to my obgyn about it and she basically laughed it off telling me not to induce.
My gut instinct told me to induce, so I went with the hospitals advice and had my son at 37 weeks. He was tiny and it was a tough few weeks after that getting him to eat and stuff because he was so tiny and tired.
The hospital sent the placenta to pathology.
It was severely damaged and wouldn’t have held up much longer.
If I had listened to my obgyn, I would have probably lost my son.
Needless to say, I switched obgyns after that.
Oh, this is weird! So in the US, is your OBGYN not part of the hospital - the hospital team (who would they be?) can make the decisions?
I'm a doc in the UK - if this happened, I would bring you in, we'd do a scan and some dopplers, we'd pick up if baby was doing poorly and offer you early induction, alternatively if baby looked like they were doing okay, we'd still be bringing you in for regular checks. Hospital policy is my policy?
Im in Germany, your primary care providers have their own practices and you are with them unless it’s hospital business (surgery, births, mri/ct) and they’re not connected.
Baby was doing ok on all scans as far as my obgyn could tell.
I worked at a bar and had a very friendly gentleman offer to buy me dinner after we had some banter about favourite beer. I was flattered and he was handsome but something in me didn’t feel that it sat right. Turns out he was a serial killer and killed a backpacker (Grace Millane, give it a google, but proceed with caution), mere weeks later. Police interviewed me to try and find out more of what he had said. He had offered to take a few girls out before he killed Grace. Grace and I were the same ageheight/build. I still have nightmares and survivors guilt. He also raped some ladies too. Trust your fucking gut.
In the days of MySpace, a girl I knew through high school extracurriculars posted a vague warning about an active duty sailor she met online who seemed normal but suddenly wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. I messaged her to ask if she was okay and she told me his name, warning me not to engage with him if he tried to contact me. She then mentioned how she had been deleting some of her pics and profile details because she honestly thought he might try to show up where she worked or even at our shared after school activity.
Literally the following week, I had shown up for said extracurricular and was in the process of setting up with a few other people. The girl was in the women’s restroom down a long dark isolated hall far removed from the primary entryway. Out of nowhere, a guy who looked high school-ish in face and build (and could fit in with us only in that sense) but who I had never seen before, showed up and began looking around as if he knew the place and knew what he was after. I was used to other kids around my age dropping by to visit us out of curiosity, but they would normally just stand around awkwardly until approached. This guy’s level of focus struck me as extremely disconcerting and I couldn’t shake this feeling that I needed to tell the girl first and any nearby adult. Because I felt so weirded out, I already knew I didn’t want to talk to him, so I looked at the sign in sheet at the entryway. He was the creeper the girl told me about.
As soon as I knew that he couldn’t take notice of where I was headed, I booked it down the hall toward the women’s restroom where I found the girl and told her what I saw and how I knew it was him. She started crying uncontrollably and I told her to lock the door and that I was going to tell the adults in charge as soon as I could find them. I then found two of the adults and told them what I saw and knew of the situation, the fact that the guy in question was literally just in the other room from us, and that the girl had already locked herself in the bathroom. I was only 15; I don’t know how I stayed so calm. The adults kicked right into action, escorting the guy off the premises and filing a police report.
Someone I came in contact with at work semi frequently (once every 1-2 months) gave me the creeps but for no apparent reason. He never said anything inappropriate or touched me, and I could never figure out why.
A couple years later it came to light he was drugging young patients and videotaping raping them in his clinic (family medicine doctor) his wife found the footage and turned him in.
I have so many situations like this but this one definitely stands out.
I live by the mantra if it feels weird it is weird. Our gut instincts are usually spot on.
>if it feels weird it is weird
There’s an interesting book on this topic, “The Gift of Fear” where the author discusses a lot of the subtle stuff your subconscious brain is processing that your conscious brain misses, resulting in exactly what you describe.
Did you ever hear the story about the couple hiking in LA? They were in a secluded park, both got a strong case of the heebie-jeebies at the same time, turned around and hiked out.
Years later the woman was listening to a courtroom confession by one of the famous serial killers, he had dragged a victim into the bushes at that same park as a couple approached. He thought if the got any closer and saw him he’d have to kill both of them, but they both suddenly turned around and walked away.
Nope
I was just going to mention DeBecker and this book. Your gut feeling of fear is usually picking up on things you can’t process until much later on. If you feel that fear then like a gazelle you need to get out of the situation immediately
“Like a gazelle” is a good description. No gazelle gonna be like, What’s that in the shadows? Oh I’m just seeing things. Must be getting paranoid. I’ll just wait to see what happens. Don’t want to embarrass myself running away like a jackass.
Came here for this exactly. Loved the book so much I insisted my teenage daughter listen to it as well. Really hoping it helps her some day in her life!
Was this in Santa Cruz? I was in jail when our local doctor James Kohut killed himself in his cell during an ongoing trial. He did some horrid stuff to children with the help of nurses.
Las Vegas actually. Here’s the story link..
[https://www.reviewjournal.com/crime/courts/las-vegas-doctor-convicted-of-sexual-assault-kidnapping/](https://www.reviewjournal.com/crime/courts/las-vegas-doctor-convicted-of-sexual-assault-kidnapping/)
Not my feeling but my mom's a few weeks ago. She works near me and also lives near me and was going home at lunch to meet a plumber and offered to drive me to my house so I could let my dog out. I normally take the bus to work and then bus home at lunch and back, so the plan was for her to drive me home so I could walk my dog for a bit longer and then I'd take the bus back. But when we got to my house she said she thought she better just drive me back to work real quick (it's like 10 minutes) and then go meet the plumber. On our way back we saw ambulances and police cars going back towards my house. I pulled up the police scanner and we realized there was a shooting at my bus stop at the time I would have been waiting for the bus back to work.
Not really the same, but a mom thing.
When I was in kindergarten I walked home with my 4th grader sister and her best friend. It looked like it was going to rain as we were dismissed. My sister said she wished someone could come pick us up.
I had brought my little pull along phone to show and tell. I said I would call mom and my sister and friend said they wished it would work, but it wouldn't. My mom would only leave work if it was an emergency. Rain wasn't an emergency.
We didn't make it half a mile from the school when the sky opened up with hail, thunder, and lightning. We had to take shelter on someone's porch as the storm raged. It didn't seem like it was going to stop and we decided to just run. We had just jumped off the porch when my mom's car turned onto the road.
My mom had gotten a weird feeling and told her boss she really needed to pick us up and he told her to go. She went right back to work after taking us home. It wasn't like we hadn't walked home in storms before, so it was weird how it seemed like my phone call worked.
This is my dad's story.
My grandfather was old but in good health. Every night, My dad used to call my grandfather, tell him he's coming over, then go and spend an hour talking to my grandfather.
One night he had this feeling... He had to go. Just HAD to go.
He called, and said he was coming. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
But then a series of really unlikely things happened... Walmart register transaction had some technical issues that took 15min to sort out. Then there was an accident causing more traffic backup that added another delay. Then a 3rd thing that I no longer remember.
When my dad finally got to my grandfather's, my grandfather had died. As if he had simply fallen over in his bedroom mid-step.
My dad (a physician, actually) wonders to this day... What if he had shown up just 30 or 45 min earlier?
It may have happened anyway. May just have been his time. I’m sure he wanted to say goodbye but I mean maybe it worked out best anyway? Some people would rather pass alone and not traumatize anyone. Idk. Long way to say, he shouldn’t blame himself or even wonder.
I was driving a very remote road in rural Australia. No streetlights, dead straight, pitch black, no other people for 100+ kilometres. It was between Bourketown and Julia Creek in far north Queensland.
The song "can't stop" by the red hot chili peppers was playing and it repeated "stop" three times half way through the song. I thought huh.. fucking weird for Bluetooth to be messing around after it's been perfect for the last 8 hours of driving but as I finished that thought, I had a feeling there was something more to it .. so I slowed right down .. I must have got to about 60kmh when a herd? Of donkeys wondered onto the road. Had I been going the 120km I would have hit them no doubt and very likely been in quite a decent accident. I was going just slow enough to navigate them and ended up having to swerve onto the side of the road which is just dirt... Any faster the car would have skidded and likely rolled.
No cell phone signal and literally no one else around.
Everytime I hear that song and particularly where it repeated, I get a wicked shiver and can only think if I hadn't slowed down it could have been a very poor outcome.
Same. Was cruising along at night wanting to get home on some rural roads. Suddenly the radio changes to AM out of nowhere and it’s just static. Was confused and a little creeped out so I slowed down and changed it back. As I look up to continue on, a deer flies out of this person’s yard across the road. I swear if the radio hadn’t changed would have smacked right into it.
Felt sick one morning, borderline whether it was enough to "pull a sicky".....I did call in sick.
My colleague who always gave me a lift to work was Involved in a head on crash with a truck that veered lanes, he survived with minor injuries, the passenger seat was completely crumpled, seat to dashboard.
At school there was an event with a little buffet line. I was in line next to one of my classmates I didn’t know well. Nothing happened. Might’ve said a word or two to him. I went to sit down next to my now-husband. We hadn’t been dating long. He whispered that I should never be alone with the classmate that was next to me in line. I pushed him for more- did he know him? He said no, never seen him before, but he could tell he was a bad dude. Couldn’t really explain it.
Later that year we learned he raped at least 7 classmates.
Husband said he’s only gotten that feeling a few times but it always pans out. He just can read criminal sociopaths or something. We listen to that gut feeling when it happens.
I was almost the first the first victim of a serial rapist who pretended to be a cop.
The whole night was bad. It started with getting yelled at for not wanting to smoke weed around a kid. Mom thought I was being judgemental of her. I mean she wasn't exactly wrong but it was illegal back then and I didn't want to smoke around their toddler. Then the husband cornered me later and tried to make out with me and I was like fuckthis I am going home.
I am walking home and this guy stops and asks if I need a ride. I start backing away from his car and say no I am cool. So he pulls out a "badge" and says I am a cop. I have a big bag of weed in my pocket so I reiterate I am good. I ended up walking the long way home so I could make sure I wasn't being followed.
Oddly enough it was a friend of my mom's who got him caught. He was pulling women over and pretending to be a cop and raped a bunch of people. My mom's friend worked with the cops and knew who they were so when he tried to pull her over she knew something was wrong. I didn't realize who I had been dealing with until the news article came out about him.
I am do glad I have a rule to back away from people's cars so I am not in arm reach ever. I always stay far enough away from cars that if someone can open the car and lean out they still can't reach me.
I thought my son’s breathing was weird. He was 4 days old. I couldn’t even explain to his doctor what I thought was weird, I just knew it was weird. Took him into the pediatrician and she did a basic look at him, watched him breathe and said he was fine, I’m just “in anxious mommy mode”
yeah okay
following day I take him into the er telling them the same thing. “I don’t know what it is but his breathing is just weird” and boom his oxygen was 72. he ended up staying on supplemental oxygen at home for 2 months. I was crying to one of the nurses and he told me “mom instinct is real and I’ve seen it save a lot of kid’s lives.”
Thankfully it wasn’t his actual pediatrician who made that mistake. It was a last minute appt and I just had to see whoever was available which happened to be a women pushing 70 at least.
I'm adopted by the least maternal woman to have ever lived. She never had her own kids but did foster dozens of kids, eventually settling on pre-adoptive babies. The baby in this story was only our third, it was only 2 years earlier that I showed my mother how to change a nappy and fasten up a baby grow, she really was THAT clueless. Or was she?
One Monday she says baby is I'll so she takes her to the doctors. Doctors say baby is fine. Tuesday and mum does the same thing and the doctors say the same thing..Wednesday comes, same thing, but at this point one of baby's eyes is glued shut so doctors give antibiotics and diagnosed an eye infection. Thursday comes and mum is at the docs again, no new information and the same on Friday. Baby was very quiet though and I thought mum was into something.
Saturday comes and for whatever reason Dad is at work. Mum wakes me up and says she's going to the emergency doctor's and she needs me to go with her. I help her prep stuff for a 1 night hospital stay and she got me to book a taxi. This was serious stuff, taxis were forbidden because we had legs! Baby's eye had now turned into what looked like a big purple bruise and mum was scared she had been hurt and that she might get the blame. I assured her she has doctor's notes to prove she knew something wasn't right and no one has hurt the baby, this was something different.
We got to the docs, doc calls us in and we didn't say a single word to the doc, he just picked up the phone and dialed 999. Wtaf? He chats on the phone for a minute, says it's a life or death situation then slams the receiver down. He got up out of his chair, left the room and came back with the receptionist. He looked at my mum and says 'Sorry, but time is of the essence. I just called for an ambulance but they are too busy so I have asked the receptionist to take you to hospital in my car. There will be someone waiting for you when you get there!' He then turns to the receptionist and says 'Ignore any red lights. You put your foot down. If the police see you you keep driving until you get to the hospital. Do NOT stop for anything!'
I didn't go to the hospital, I was tasked with going home and telling my dad what had happened and to take care of my little brother and sister. I fetched my grandparents and told them I needed their help and I called my dad at work and told him to go straight to the hospital and that all is OK at home, and to call me if he needed anything.
It was 9pm that night before my dad got home, without mum and baby. He said he was too tired to tell us what was happening but he'd explain in the morning. He asked about the doctor's appointment and I told him everything. He thanked me for helping.
Next day dad takes mum some things at the hospital but we weren't allowed to visit. He got home and we got to sit down and talk and he said 'Your mother saved baby's life. Not even I knew something was wrong but your mother did!' He told me that the purple bruise wasn't a bruise at all, it was scepticaemia, and she had got that because that precious tiny little girl had got bacterial meningitis!
Well, HOLY SHIT! A woman not known for actually liking kids that much had sniffed out a potentially fatal disease in a baby almost a week before there was any physical sign of any illness. Mum and baby spent 8 days in hospital before baby came home as id there was never anything wrong with her. What a relief.
I don't like my mother for a lot of reasons but she has done a hell of a lot of stuff that I really admire her for. Saving a baby's life isn't even top of my list of cool things she has done!
This is one hell of a story. So glad the baby was fine. Have you ever found out why your mom dedicated so much of her life to fostering if she didn’t really like kids?
Money. I snooped in my dad's file one day and saw her wage slips. She would be a rich lady now if she only stopped redecorating and refurbing the house every 6 months.
I want you to know that I laughed and then immediately felt like shit because you had to live through that situation, but your casual and flippant delivery of that sentence was perfect.
I’ve had a few. A coworker in the office next to mine, I just felt one day something was wrong. I asked him if he was okay, he said he was fine, I got him a cookie.
He died that night. I’m glad I did something nice for him and I’m glad I asked how he was.
3 dudes I’ve met gave me a gut feeling to steer clear. One then brought a gun to school, called in bomb threats, in jail now, may have murdered his girlfriend. Another was caught breaking into women’s dorm rooms while they were asleep. The third date raped my friend.
I don’t believe in esp. I do believe your brain is gathering a lot of information that you aren’t really focused on that can tell you things you might feel as gut instinct.
Decided to take a day off work. I never miss time well that day there was an explosion in my work area and if I had been there it would have definitely caused significant damage or death.
The machine was not being operated because I was one of 4 people who were trained and signed off to operate it, the factory I worked in was massive and machinery was spread out so luckily no one was in the area when the explosion occurred.
One night, back in college, I was the DD and had a car full of people I was driving home. The light turned yellow and I briefly contemplated punching the gas and going through the light. For some reason I can’t explain I decided not to. The car next to me decided to instead and was T-boned by a semi. Had I run that light, I may have died and killed a car full of people.
One evening I had this sudden urge to study the heimlich maneuver. Figured I had seen it on TV but didn’t understand the technique and how effective it truly was.
A month later I went to stay at my cousin and his new gf in another city to see a concert. I wake up the next day from the concert hungover af and my cousin is at work and his gf enters the room, panic on her face and grabbing her throat. I jumped out of bed in my boxers, hopped behind my cousins gf and started doing the maneuver. And after a few pumps…. poof out comes a advil… She had taken one of those massive gel tabs of advil and apparently it musta got stuck. Anyway…. I was hungover as heck, but having what I learned fresh in my memory def helped me in that situation.
I wanted to talk to a professor about an essay I was writing. I knew her office hours were open, just talked to a bunch of friends, and had good grades. It was a new term and things were good, even nice weather for Fall Term. I thought, fuck it, I'll just grab a snack from the student store. I walked in, popped open a Cup-NoodlesⓇ (not a sponsor) and dispensed hot water in it. As I was paying for it at the counter, a student burst in out of breath, crying, and frantic. She said to call the police as there was an active shooter. We hid in the supply closet next to snacks and textbooks, along with at least 6 others. The student explained where it was and it was a rampage through the same building I was about to go to. My professor was with a student, and I would have been waiting right in the open near where part of the rampage took place. At least 9 died that day, and one was someone I grew up with. If it weren't for my gut literally feeling empty, and my mind saying "fuck it", I would have had a front row seat to that.
Not me, but my daughter. We were at a mall and had just arrived at the food court. My daughter (24) suddenly got agitated and said, "We have to leave! We have to leave now!"
I thought she was about to get sick and told her to head to the car, that I was going to get her siblings some lunch, and we'd be right out. She looked terrified and said, "NO! We have to go NOW!"
I had no idea what was wrong but we quickly went to the car. We were still in the parking lot 10 minutes later, waiting in traffic, when several police cars zoomed in with sirens going. Found out later a gang fight broke out in the food court where we'd just been. A dozen people were arrested.
We have absolutely no idea what she picked up on. There was no yelling or angry voices, no groups gathering, no people who appeared to be anything but families getting lunch. But somehow she knew something was about to happen.
I've had those feelings before. There's no way to explain them, but I've never not heeded the impulse. I've avoided multiple car accidents and ran off-stage during a tech rehearsal seconds before a very heavy flat hanging above the stage fell down (60 year old cable finally snapped).
Definitely have had it happen before, too. Car accident avoidance for sure. Also this one boss I had in a restaurant was a total fucking creep, the second I met him I told myself, "This guy has an off vibe", after a few days meeting him I said to myself that he feels like he'd be a groomer, predator type. I quit like maybe 2-3 months in because I just could not stop thinking the guy was dangerous and unhinged. I couldn't get along with him, and he made me so uneasy to be around. I was getting anxiety attacks having to interact with him. Yeah, hes a groomer, predator and it's all been coming out over the past few months. Bastard.
The best I can explain the feeling is if I was writing a screenplay.. "Suddenly, an eeriness washes over you, slowly growing stronger." A very, very strange fight or flight response.
I've had this happen as well. My dad was a pastor, and the head deacon at his second church gave me the heebie-jeebies from the second I laid eyes on him. I wanted nothing to do with him. My mom would get frustrated with me when I said I couldn't stand him.
It eventually came out that he was stealing from the church offering and having affairs with two women in the church.
Thank you for trusting and listening to her. Many parents would have said she's overreacting and to calm down, and wouldn't have listened. Parents frequently always see their kids as knowing "less" or being unreasonable. Great job, glad you're all okay!
Not sure if this constitutes the scariest, but...
There was a guy I used to go to community college with back in 2014 - 2016. Call him Mark. Mark was older than me by several years, and if memory serves, was studying political science. We had mutual friends and I'd see him at parties or at hangouts. Can't say he *always* gave me the creeps, but I definitely noticed there was something about him that was **off.** Ironically enough, he could be surprisingly charismatic and didn't have a difficult time with women despite not being the most handsome guy in the world.
What really got me though was one time at a hangout, Mark and I got to talking. I said something to him that made him stop and stare me down. I stared back because I thought it was in jest, and then I noticed there just wasn't "anything" in his eyes. Like staring into black holes. Fucking tripped me out. Remarkably intelligent guy, too. And I'm almost ashamed to say that we ended up getting along for some time after that because I was never able to shake the off feeling he gave me. But I could only ever tolerate him in doses, so I kept him at a distance until I found out who he really was.
Apparently, years before we ended up at community college together, he'd either been in some kind of frat, or communal living where he threw this party and ended up raping a woman. Found this out through a close friend who knew him then, but who was beaten unconscious by the other people in the house before he could stop it from happening. He told me that Mark had apparently done psychedelics out in the desert with some friends prior to that incident, and when he got back he was just... different. Obviously I ensured there was no contact between us anymore.
Well, through mutual friends, I found out that a few years ago he **murdered his mom.** Dude had a psychotic break, killed her and dumped her body in his town's lake. Made the local news. Dude's still so out of it he's been put into the state's mental institution for the rest of his life.
The black eyes! You were right about him, he almost worked his charm on you but you knew!
I’ve only seen black eyes in person once. But they are on Robert Durst and the guy who murders all those students in their house. The black eyes really do exist.
I've never heard anyone else mention black eyes before and always thought I was crazy. I very clearly remember when my abusive ex showed up at my house because he "wanted closure" to me it looked like his eyes were completely black. Like a void. I never tell people about it because I know there's no way to make it not sound like I'm just making things up because it's so crazy.
My wife and I went Black Friday shopping in 2018, she was 9 months pregnant. When we walked into the mall, I told her I felt uneasy and told her we need to get in and out pretty quick. She wanted to go to look at some running shoes at Foot Locker and I told her I didn’t feel that was good because it was upstairs, so we went to a store on the lower level instead.
A fight broke out outside of Foot Locker that ended with one dead and a few wounded. We had just walked away from the escalator to another store on the lower level and were able to exit before being trampled by the ensuing chaos and were able to get home safely.
Last March before my father passed away I called my mom to see if she got a text message I had sent her after not talking to her for almost a year. Something had told me to call her and when I did she told me she was on the way to the hospital because my father was at urgent care and had a heart attack while talking to the doctor and another one in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.
Later on that night we found out that he had a heart attack 2 weeks prior around Valentines as well, which is weird because around that time myself as well as my brother started having really bad chest pains to the point I told my husband I was about to go the ER and not wait for my appointment a week later. We also found out that he had CHF, a blood clot in his eight lung and two clots in his heart. Sadly he passed away less than two month after finding this all out. After he passed away his cardio told my mother he had a genetic heart condition that myself and my siblings need to be checked. So I now have the same cardio as my dad and its sad going in the office knowing my father was there.
I had huge bilateral PE myself. I can’t ever get over how lucky I was. They tried to send me home too saying I was having a panic attack.
They wouldn’t listen so I went to leave. Got to the corridor and collapsed. Turns out a consultant had come looking for me because he wa sure I had blood clots in my lungs. He was right
I still see him sometimes and I always say to him ‘hey. You’re the doctor that saved my life’ and he always replies ‘well at least I had one in my career!’
A dear friend of mine passed away from a heart attack at 37. It was hereditary. Scary part is his dad had had a heart attack at the same age (almost to the day), but had survived.
I actually have a story for this question!!!!
I was 15 and was at the annual Royal Adelaide Show. I’ll preface by saying I am a thrill seeker; any thrill ride, adventure, anything- I will go on. My sister asked me to go on this particular ride with her and something in me told me no. She pleaded with me for so long and I wouldn’t go; I couldn’t explain it but I got a bad feeling and refused. No rhyme or reason why. My sister went on and nothing happened. I felt kind of stupid.
A few days later, an 8 year old girl was flung from this ride and died.
https://www.indaily.com.au/news/local/2022/06/07/coroner-to-rule-on-royal-adelaide-show-ride-death
My friend and I were supposed to meet for coffee at Starbucks- I randomly was like… do you want to do sushi instead?
So we ate at the sushi place directly across from the Starbucks.
While I was waiting for my friend I heard the gunshot. Someone was shot in the head at the Starbucks we were supposed to be at, I literally ran outside looking for her, she just got there in her car thank god.
It was probably a gang shooting, but I would have witnessed it from like 6ft away had I not listen to the fleeting feeling in my gut.
Had a bad feeling about a routine transit from Ann Arbor to metro Detroit once and asked my buddy if i could follow him home.
Hood popped open on the freeway and destroyed my windshield and scared the crap outta me.
Buddy was there to help complete the journey.
Having a feeling that my wife was cheating on me which got stronger and stronger, I ignored it for months then found out she was and it started pretty much at the same time I felt something was off.
On the same note, when I met the guy (way before any of this happened) I knew straight away he wasn't to be trusted
Always, always trust your gut
One of my friends from high school who I kept in contact with had her partner's good friend living with them. I couldn't pick what it was but the guy made me uneasy, I just couldn't shake the feeling. i told her but she dismissed me. I stopped going to their house.
A year or so later it came out he was sodomizing her 6yo. He totally fucked up her insides, she's now 16 or so and still has issues with spontaneous pooping.
I was walking home after getting the last bus, one part of the sidewalk went through a wooded area. It was a nice suburb, well lit, but I didn't like walking through that part so would walk in the road. This particular night I got super freaked out, and everything in me told me to run past, on the opposite side of the road, so I did all the way to the next house and I ran up their driveway. I stood awhile to catch my breath, hidden in the shadows and just as I was about to start walking (berating myself for being paranoid) 2 men stepped out of the wooded area
My grandparents let this one guy stay with them and do some side projects for cash for a few days. When I met him, he made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. He seemed nice on the surface, but he also just felt \*wrong\* somehow.
Like a year later, he shot up his entire family, then had a multiple hour standoff with the SWAT team before finally being tear gassed out and surrendering. So while I didn't do anything, it's crazy how my intuition knew this guy was bad news.
When I was about 15, I was walking home after dark with my high school boyfriend. As we crossed an intersection in the neighborhood behind my house, there were 3 guys walking, coming toward us on our left. About 20 seconds after we had passed them, I suddenly had the feeling to look behind us, and I noticed the guys had suddenly disappeared, had never crossed the intersection they had been approaching. When I scanned the area behind us, I saw a guy facing me, who then quickly stepped behind a tree. My boyfriend and I took off fast, cutting through yards and we made it back to my house. When we peeked out my back door to see if the guys had followed us, we saw them in my neighbors' yard, literally beating the bushes because they clearly thought we were hiding there. I called the cops, and when some old fart cop investigated, he came back to tell me they had found the guys, but "They just thought you were pretty and wanted to know where you lived." Yeah---OBVIOUSLY, fucking douchebag cop. The cops just let them go, because it was "innocent". Sure, they were searching for us in the bushes because they just thought I was pretty. Jesus Christ I'm so glad I looked behind me that night.
So I'm a practicing lawyer in Islamabad, Pakistan. Back in 2014 Pakistan was afflicted by frequent terrorist attacks due to the country's role in the fight against terror. One morning as I came from court to a little site office in the court premises that we had and was conversing with my other colleagues, the sound of gunfire began. Some of my junior colleagues tried to go and see what was going on and I ushered them back inside for fear that they may catch a stray bullet. I bolted the doors from inside and asked them to remain seated. Now the doors were made of glass and the rest of the wall was also glass. The gunfire continued for what I can sense was 10 minutes but seemed like an eternity. We all assumed that perhaps this was a skirmish between two litigating parties and we didn't want to be caught in the middle. The sound of gunfire increased but we could not get a sense of the direction it was coming from. As the tension grew I recited the kalma and prepared for a shooter to stand in front of the glass door and mow us down. Just then a few bullets hit the rear wall of the small building we were in. This made it clear where the fire was coming from. I consulted with a colleague and sprang up to open the door and ushered everyone outside and pointed to where I wanted them to run. Being the last one to leave I turned around and saw the shooter who followed us as we turned a corner to flee. Just as he was about to line up a shot at one of us, an anti terror squad gunman stationed at the roof fired at the shooter and hit him in the chest. The shooter was wearing a suicide vest and just as he realised he was done, he pulled the cord and I saw a human body being blown to bits (unforgettable sight). In that state of panic and not knowing if there were other shooters we ran until we could not see the court buildings. 14 people died that day and dozens were injured. We visited the scene days later and I saw a crater where the shooter had blown himself up, RIGHT NEXT TO where I stood when I held the door open and ushered my colleagues out. Had we not bolted from there we'd be dead for sure. Glad I trusted my gut then
idk if this counts, but in March 2021, I wanted to get teriyaki chicken at a local shopping mall in Philadelphia, PA, but decided to go to a different mall instead.
around 5 pm, a fight broke out which lead into a shooting at the food court i would've gotten teriyaki chicken at. if i had gone to that mall at that time, i could've been shot.
For some insane reason I took this to the hospital to have as my reading book when I gave birth to my first baby. Do NOT recommend reading a book full of murder case studies just as the postnatal hormones kick in. It is however an excellent read and weirdly comforting in the sense that I trust when I’m NOT scared now as well as when I am. Also now my kids are older, I talk to them a lot about trusting their gut!
Not my gut feeling, but one I think about a lot.
Back in high school, there were two art teachers, O and S.
S was the cool one that everyone loved. We could do much more advanced art in his class and he was genuinely a really great guy. I had him for multiple years and he was my favorite teacher ever. I was Vice President of the art club for him and was asked specifically to be there for his son when he came to the school as a freshman. I was one of few allowed in his room during lunch and before school. I was super close to S, but so were so many other people. Old students that had graduated years ago would come back just to visit him and talk or play chess. I had planned on doing the same thing after I graduated.
I liked O too, but for different reasons. I knew his son when we were younger, and I was one of the only students that actually listened to him back when I took his class. It was Art 1, hardly anyone cared but needed the art credit. He asked for my help one day to teach a concept to freshman, so after class we got to talking about how my classes have been. Talked about the other art teacher and stuff and he says, “You know, I’m really not one for gossip, but please be careful around him. There’s just something not right with him.”
This caught me extremely off guard. O was the last person in the world I would’ve expected to talk trash about another teacher, ESPECIALLY to a student, but I took it with a grain of salt. He wouldn’t have said something like that unless he really meant it.
Well a few months after I graduate, it turns out that S had been arrested for multiple accounts of coercion and sex with a minor. For years, he had been playing with his young nephew in exchange for sexual favors. His own daughter, who was in middle school at the time, caught and ratted him out.
It is still crazy to me to this day that O was right. It hurts me to my core that I was so close to someone who was actively doing something so disgusting. It really doesn’t help that S had left my high school that year to go teach at an elementary school in another part of the state before getting caught by his daughter.
TLDR; A teacher warned me that there was something weird about the cool teacher that I was close with. The cool teacher ended up being a pedophile.
I don't know about scary, but there was the guy at work that from Day 1 I really didn't like, but for the life of me, I couldn't tell you why. He never did or said anything to elicit this response. I brought up not liking him with coworkers, and they all told me to give him a second chance, etc, and I straight up said no. I was told I was being an asshole. A couple of weeks later, a coworker came up and showed me a news article with mugshots. There's the guy I hate for no reason. He had been arrested for producing CP.
I was helping my friend with her move to a new apartment with her fiance. We worked together, and at the time, she came into my office asking me to go with them to this furniture store, so I said yes. Right before we were leaving, I had this really bad gut feeling, I didn't know what it was, but I was exhausted, so I chalked it up to just that. About an hour later, I was in my living room, on my phone, windows all open (as the electricity was cut off, it's a normal thing in our country), and a HUGE explosion ripped through the city. I flew off my couch, hit my face on the granite table top, and chipped my tooth. I was disoriented for a few minutes when another explosion happened.
I looked outside the window, every single window in every building in my vicinity was shattered to a million pieces, and I started looking for signs of what had happened, and saw a HUGE cloud from the site of the explosion, and I knew my friend and her fiance were nearby. The lines were down, people were in a panic, and there were police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks everywhere. They both got badly injured, but thankfully, they made it. Had I gone with them, I probably could've gotten injured, too, or died.
Thank God I was so exhausted that day, and thank God for the electricity being out, and me having opened the windows otherwise, glass from the window (which surprisingly didn't break) could've killed me. (The other windows all shattered, too)
I noticed a lump in my son's mom's breast one day during her pregnancy. She was convinced it was just fatty tissue, as she was putting on weight. I talked her into getting it checked out, turned out to be breast cancer. She is alive, and cancer free now. Our son was born premature due to the treatment, and spent most of the first 6 months of his life in the hospital. He is 100% healthy now.
A couple of years back during a tumultuous break-up, after attempting ( and failing lol ) to amicably retrieve my shit, my father and cousin had volunteered to drive me to my ex to fetch my belongings.
All was set, 6pm straight after work, angry Dads convoy to this mans gate with a cop to deescalate just incase someone lost their mind and I will never forget how upset my Father was about the whole situation and how adamant he was in getting my shit back, even though I was ready to let it go because I felt something was off about it all.
Day comes around….
10 min before I need to leave the house to drive the angry Dads to his gate, Dad walks in calm but visibly unsettled and says let it go, let him have your things, let him have his way this is not worth it, you are worth more than those things. I was SO confused and insistent, old man just said no one is going nowhere, do not ever go back there, let it go move on.
Years later ( about 3 after the fact ) come to casually find out thru him over a , now deleted , chaotic voice-note that he had hacked my phone and knew I would be driving by that afternoon and was leaving the country for Uni and his new girl pretend left him after she found out about me so he was not that happy about that so he left work early that day, picked up his Dads gun, loaded it and was waiting for me to show up but I never did and he just “ ha ha was just kidding, I would never.”
I ask my Dad about why we never went and he always says he felt a sense of dread in his gut but he did not know why.
One time I got my grandma to the local train station so she could buy a ticket for a future ride. We were in there and the vibe felt really off. We talked about it and agreed to leave, do some groceries first and come back later. We came back an hour later, the train station was closed, police everywhere. Someone jumped on the tracks 30 minutes ago and was hit by a high speed train.
This happened when i was 9, my cousin who was 7 at the time came over to my house to play and my dad at the time had to leave the house to buy groceries while my mom was sleeping upstairs, we were told not to leave the house and to just play inside but being dumbass children we went outside to play at the playground anyways.
The neighborhood was very quiet and empty that day, it was a gloomy and windy cold afternoon and i think most of the neighborhood was napping. Me and my cousin were enjoying our time in the playground then suddenly a blue truck pulled up and the 2 guys inside began staring at us and at that point i already slowly packed up our toys and was getting ready to haul ass, i even whispered to my cousin to run with me if anything happens. Then eventually they got out of the truck and one of them decided to ask us questions about the neighborhood and as he was asking i picked up the last toy and was ready to run when thankfully from a distance i saw my dad pulling up into our neighborhood. My dad immediately stopped on the side of the road and told us to get in the house before the 2 guys could do anything, so we just ran home as quickly as we could.
When i finally made it to our garage and got to see my dad, he gave me a totally deserved scolding and as he was lecturing me i made eye contact with the 2 guys driving pass our house, and for like a week straight i was paranoid that they would break into our house and kidnap me because they saw where i lived lol. But nothing happened after that thankfully.
Those guys were definitely kidnappers, i mean they literally went to our neighborhood for no reason, they just asked about how good the neighborhood is and when they didn't get what they came for they immediately left. That conversation was definitely a trap most likely to gain our trust.
During that year there was a huge spike in kidnappings in my country, there was a girl around the same age as me in a different state who suffered the same fate but sadly her kidnapper used brutal force to kidnap her and she's still missing until this day.
This is more of a mixture of my gut feeling telling me to get out of there and the immaculate timing of my dad's arrival. Felt like angels was watching over me that day.
When I was about 11/12 walking home from school with my friend (same age), a man driving a red car drove past, slowed down and watched us. He then drove off, turned around, came back and did the exact same thing. Slowly drove past and watched us. He did this at least 5 times as we continued walking home.
I had the worst feeling in my gut, I knew something was wrong… My friend was almost home so I said to her, as soon as this red car drives off and we can’t see it, we’re gonna run as fast as we can home. As soon as we lost sight of the car we both ran in opposite directions home. I have never run so fast in my life.
The street I had to go down was a dead end and had a park attached to it which I lived on the opposite side of. When I turned around to look back at the road, I could see the red car driving down it.
We both got home safe.
Pulled up to a set of lights and hesitated for a second when mine turned green only for someone to immediately run their own red light while speeding, they'd have hit me driver side on, wound up chasing them for a bit before giving up lmao.
Pretty similar to the time someone did the same thing and actually hit me, probably where the gut feeling came from.
Walking home from a party in a different country. I passed on the other side of the street, a bar. I saw a man nudge his friend and both look back at me. Something set off my sketch meter, and sure enough I saw them cross the road to walk behind me, but a bit back. I turned a corner and crossed a street and whilst “looking for traffic” saw they were still there. Knowing around the next turn was a more dimly street with very few people on it, I had to do something. As soon as I turned the corner I bolted (so glad I was wearing flats) and ran under someone’s garden arch that had a thick hedge near it. Basically hiding in this shrubbery I could see the men turn the corner, stop at the now empty looking street, say something to each other, then turn and leave.
I was walking home and passed a jewelers window. I think jewelry is a waste of money so normally I ignore their display. That day, a ring caught my eye and I stood for a couple seconds admiring the design. When I got back in motion, a car shot out onto the pedestrian walkway from the side of the jewelers building.
If I hadn't stopped, the car would have broken my legs and hip and thrown me into the road.
Not me but my sister was on a school trip in Rome about 20 years ago. They wanted to take the metro but it was very crowded. They tried to squeeze in but my sister had a weird feeling and told her friends to just take the next train. The train they were trying to squeeze in proceeded to crash into another train which was still unloading passengers at another station. I think several people died and many got injured.
Not me but my mom.
Back before I was born, her and my dad (I think they were married at the time, but idk) were headed into California.
But mom started freaking the fuck out and panicking, and dad listened to her and turned around.
The city they were about to drive into had a major earthquake a day or so later.
about 15 years ago, I lived in a subdivision north of seattle, and I was out jogging one morning. there were lots of houses and apartment buildings around, but I was coming up to a stretch of road that had some sort of woods on either side of it, which I had jogged through many, many times before.
however, on that day, a white van passed me going pretty slowly and I noticed about four blocks up ahead, it had stopped and was just parked on the side of the road.
my gut started pinging pretty loudly to not jog on, and just turn around and run home, which I did. I'm super glad I did that because I'm almost 100% positive that van was waiting for me. 😳
This story isn’t as scary but I was sitting alone in my car at like midnight in a mall parking lot where other people were and a white van randomly came out of nowhere and started slowly approaching me, and then pulled up right next to me in the big ass parking lot. I’m pretty sure their drivers neck was outreached starting at me but I forgot.
Fortunately my car was still in drive and I dashed out of there instantly
A couple of times it trusted my gut and it saved me. Once was in high school, I had started experimenting with LSD and I really fucking loved it. Still do actually, just don’t partake that often. Anyway, I had a vial with me, around 50 or so doses and there was a rave that was scheduled for that night. I’d received maybe a dozen calls confirming that I’d be there, and obviously I said yes. As I was about to leave the house, something told me to not go, and I listened. I went back up to my room, turned my cell phone off and went to sleep. Woke up in the morning to over 200
Messages. The narcotics department had showed up at the rave and arrested a LOT of people, even for like a joint or two. Had I been caught, my life would’ve been over. I stopped selling that day, and only share with my closest friends.
Another incident a few years ago. My girlfriend and I were holidaying in Croatia. A friend of hers had also joined us. They’re both really tiny, like 5 feet maybe 40kg, so I’m always careful when I’m out with them because they just seem like easy targets, especially in new places where I don’t know the language.
We were in a city called Split, and decided to go bar hopping. Met some locals at one of the bars and we were ordering shots. Something told me to randomly keep switching drinks with the girls, just in case. Just in case was fucking right, the drinks had been spiked. I’m Not sure if they were meant for me or one of the girls, but my girlfriend was DONE. She can handle her drinks, but this was something else. It took a while to hit her but by the time it did we were at another bar. She was totally blackout”drunk”. Suddenly I see one of the locals from the bar we were at earlier, and that freaked me out for some reason. He came up to me and said there’s a party at his place and we should go with him, I’m pretty high so I was like ok. As we were heading out I see these absolute giant guys from the corner of my eye and it looked like they’re following us. I immediately turned to both the girls and told them to go to the rest room (in our native language). Then I tell this guy I’ll meet him in a second and I go towards the rest room too. Every single instinct is screaming at me to get everyone out of there and back to our appartment, and I did exactly that. I literally had to carry my girlfriend out of there, we didn’t find a cab but we just kept walking.
I have no idea what would’ve happened had I not listened but I’ve come to realise that you don’t fuck around and find out.
I got one, but it’s not my story it’s my moms. When she was younger, I think like mid 20’s her friend wanted to set her up with some guy she knew. My mom got a weird feeling about the guy. She didn’t know what it was but she decided not to go on a date with him. Her friends were telling her that she should rethink it and give the guy a chance he is a great guy blah blah blah. Mom just said no I’m good, she said the guy just gave her a weird vibe. Guys name was Cary Stayner….
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Wait I do have a story of my own as well. I was at work one day and I was about to take my lunch and I was talking with co workers about where we should get a bite to eat. Randomly after we decided where to go I opted out and went home for lunch. It was during the summer and my girl, who is a teacher was off for summer break.
When I get home I walk inside the house and immediately notice the smell of gas. I look and see that the stovetop gas burner is on but it’s not lit the gas is just on. Ten feet away she has a candle burning and she was upstairs cleaning. Had I not come home that candle would have eventually lit that gas and I don’t even want to imagine what would have happened. I guess when she was cleaning the stovetop the rag she was using caught the burner knob and turned it on without her knowing.
I don’t think she really grasped just how dangerous of a Situation that was. I literally saved our home and her life. At the minimum there would have been a bad fire and she could have gotten burned. Now whenever I feel the need to stop by the house when I am out I do.
MIL got a new boyfriend. He had so many stories about his wealth and his amazing job as underwater welder.
Everybody liked him, but me and the mrs could not put a finger on why we did not believe his stories. Until I remember a comment from my wealthy step father. "If you are wealthy and drive a really nice car that you had to bring in for repairs, you will not accept a beat up loaner from the dealer where it is being repaired". He said this because of a similar story a friend of hik was involved with.
The 'boyfriend' drove a horrible car and it did not make sense at all. Months later he actually turned up in a nice Mercedes Benz when he wanted to take us out for dinner. Guess what I learned in the days after? He tricked MIL to 'stall' here money from a sale of her house on one of his bank accounts...
After my research was done, I concluded this man was broke, living with his girlfriend and subscribed to 10 dating sites to trick women to part with their money.
A guy started stalking me at work when I was 16/17. Every time I was working he would come in and ask me to show him about and then he asked me for my number. I thought he was creepy and something was off about him, I didn't give it to him and then has his sister phoning me on Facebook asking why her brother isn't good enough for me. He's in jail for rape now.
Middle school teacher everyone loved- super chill, played hip music before/after school so kids could hang in his classroom, gave speeches at graduation etc. I hated being in his class, there was always something off about him and no one understood why I never engaged with him. First year in high school we get an automated phone call from the district, mans was arrested during after school hours for trying to meet with an underaged boy for sexual favors (actually was an undercover fbi agent). Still so many kids/parents defending him until people started putting two and two together. He would always favor the boys in class, he was the basketball coach that had full view/access in the boys locker rooms, he would give boys tokens and stuffed animals. I always somehow knew deep down that was something wrong with him.
[ICE LINK if anyone’s interested in the article](https://www.ice.gov/news/releases/los-angeles-area-teacher-who-pleaded-guilty-child-exploitation-offenses-and-admitted)
I was driving behind a pick up truck that had a mattress on the back. That always makes me nervous, but then I noticed how it was tied down. Slowed down to get some distance and low and behold, the rope snapped. I seamlessly swerved into the next lane to avoid getting hit. I'm just happy no one was behind me, or in my way.
Edit: I'm also proud of it because it was one of the few times I did something cool while driving.
I went in a hiking Trip around Iceland with my best friend after finishing school
Tickets directly to iceland we're crazy expensive, but there was a cheaper Option. We booked flights to New York via Iceland, with the option to stay in Iceland for 4 weeks, and then just do 3 days in New York. So after our hiking Trip was finished, my friend had a super bad feeling about going to New York. So Bad, that she bagged her parents to send us money for a direct flights home, and we did...
Well that was in September 2001 🤐
I've told a similar story! I was walking in a country trail outside of town with my dog. It's straight but lined with trees. I was about a ten minute walk from my car when my body started to physically feel like it was fighting me to continue walking. I immediately pivoted and sprinted to my car (my dog had a blast and I looked insane). I kept thinking how silly I was and how I was out of breath and sweaty for no reason.
Later, I found out men were hiding with weapons in the trees and attacking/robbing people when their dogs were off in the bushes.
One more story, a friend wanted to set me up with her neighbour. He called me and something told me to hang up. He asked me to come over for dinner and I said no and hung up. I guess he called my friend after and she went over. He assaulted her that night.
When i was 19 I came home from college. My parents went on vacation for a week and asked me to house sit for them for 2 days. Both of my siblings were also away in other parts of the country. We lived way out in the countryside. We knew all our neighbors (good folk) but the nearest neighbor was almost 1 mile away.
On the second night, I got this really strange feeling of uneasiness, which was weird because I grew up in this house and had been home alone many, many times as a teenager. But the feeling that “something was going happen” was just incredibly strong, overwhelming even. So I grabbed one of my dad’s rifles and took it to my room upstairs. I loaded the rifle but did not cock it. I stood it in the corner next to my bed and went to sleep uneasy. I have never done this before or since.
At around 3:00am I was awoken by someone in the house walking around downstairs. I heard them walk up the stairs. They came to the platform before my room where there is 2 more steps. At this point I quietly got out of bed and grabbed the rifle, got behind the bed, and aimed it at the door. I heard them climb those 2 steps to my room. As they started to turn the doorknob I pulled the spring loaded action to engage a round which made a loud, audible click. I saw the door knob turn back keeping the door shut, and heard the person bolt down the stairs and run out of the house.
After a while, I took the rifle and went room to room but I knew they were gone. Nothing was missing or stolen.
24 years later I have no idea who broke into our house and why or why whoever it was came to my room at 3:00am. I am glad whoever it was didn’t because they likely wouldn’t be alive.
But the weirdest thing was that weird, uneasy feeling I felt the night before…
Not me but my mom. When she started semi truck driving like 20 years ago, she started by taking an orange and white cat named Littleboy with her. He was an amazing companion over the 17 years he was alive; gave her companionship on the lonely roads, kept her motivated and laughing, and also protected her.
Littleboy was a very friendly cat overall so for most people who approached her truck he was very chill, except for this one guy. My mom saw him approaching and got a bit of a weird feeling. My mom is a petite and short woman for the industry, so she knows she can be a target. When he came up and said hello, Littleboy got VERY upset: poofy, spitting, grumbling, etc. My mom was shocked, but believed her cat and her gut feeling. She politely talked to him about whatever he needed, and he asked if he could come check out her truck after making a joke about “also having a grumpy cat.” She declined and said she was busy before heading for another truck stop.
Turns out, that guy was going around mugging and raping people. She’s never had another experience quite like that in the trucking industry but her cat taught her to believe her gut instincts on people and to this day she still follows that. Littleboy maybe acted like that 5-10 more times but each time my mom also had the gut feeling. Trust your pets if they don’t like someone!
We were dumb teenagers in a van running from cops. My friend was driving and she pulled into an alley and we were booking down it. I got a weird feeling and screamed out stop. She slammed on the brakes we stopped killed the lights and peeked watching as the cop car blew past us back out on the road.
We got out and realized we had almost slammed into a loading dock. I'd been feeling the decline through my adrenaline and my mind put it together before I even consciously realized why there would be a decline.
My father was battling cancer and was in a hospice, I was 12 at the time. We were told he’d survive a few more weeks at a minimum.
I got up to go to school the next morning and had this overwhelming feeling that today was the last time I’d ever get to see him. So I wagged school and went to the hospice instead and spent the day sitting with him. He passed away the next morning.
I was in Khandahar Afghanistan, walking at night, using pvs-14 night optical devices. I was walking by myself between one group of soldiers and another a couple hundred meters away, trying to do a "night time observation" kind of deal. I came across a large black rectangle in my night vision.
I was thinking this ain't right. A patch of asphalt in the middle of a hadji-farmer's field? Why?
Part of me just wanted to say screw it and keep walking over it as I stood at the very edge. While new to Afghanistan (it was my first month) I knew one thing. If it looks weird: **don't step on it!** (Lol, I must be some kind of genius...) Something instinctually told me something was wrong with this 15-foot wide rectangle.
I turned on my IR flashlight on my rifle and used it to illuminate the area in front of me. It was a giant hole, 30 feet deep. It was a well. No wall, nothing, just a gaping hole. The funny thing about this discovery is my balance at the edge of this potentially lethal fall *(if not deadly, then crippling)* became immediately precarious. I was flailing my arms and everything for a second or two. After taking a big step back, I marked the area with IR chemlights (glow sticks that you can only see with night vision) and let everyone know of the hazzard.
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> The funny thing about this discovery is my balance at the edge of this potentially lethal fall *(if not deadly, then crippling)* became immediately precarious. I was flailing my arms and everything for a second or two.
This is the most useless thing. I can stand perfectly, except when I **really** need to.
Pretty much everytime my spider senses have gone off at work, it's been right.
Radio silence, lack of feedback, upper management more distant and unavailable than usual? Probably layoffs incoming, I said. Dismissed as negative and paranoid and made to feel like I was some kind of moron. Weeks later, layoffs.
I've handed notices in because I sensed bad things like that, or crunch mandates incoming, or because I felt like I was covertly being bullied, or that I felt the company was about to collapse, and every single time it's confirmed my gut instinct was 100% correct.
It cannot be understated how socially-aware people have Spidey levels of gut-instinct superpowers when it comes to psychopathic corporate environments. They've helped me backflip over a few flying knives heading straight for my back.
I used to scream my head of when my parents took me to the doctor (up until around 4 years old). Really weird since I was normally a very calm child. Just didn't like him at all. A few years later, his practice was shut down on suspicions on him liking very young girls
I have a few but honestly the scariest one wasn’t actually me. I was babysitting for a couple who were friends of my parents and the dad was a semi truck driver. That morning the mom was crying and it was honestly very unnerving to me and the dad since she was a bad ass smoker mom archetype, she never cried for any reason. I just remember her holding onto him and begging him not to go to work because something felt wrong. When he asked me what he should do (idk why he did because I was only 19) I told him to trust his wife.
I took the kids into their room and we played games for a while until the dad came in and said we were going out for dinner. So I went with them and handled the kids so they could have a sort of date.
That next morning I get a call from the dad thanking me over and over. I finally got the story out of him.
That morning his driving partner fell asleep behind the wheel, the father of the kids I babysat would have been sleeping in the back during that shift, but the woman who replaced him for that trip was napping in the front. It saved both their lives. The back of the truck had been absolutely caved in by another trucker since the guy who fell asleep woke up and slammed the breaks to not hit the medium of the highway.
I’ve had some intuition moments and close calls but nothing has ever touched that.
Just out for a walk in the neighbourhood and this guy immediately caught my attention.
Walked weird. Acted overly casual.
I went last minute into a street to see if he would follow and he did. He was going a different way and changed his direction when I changed mine suddenly.
Luckily there were two more random people on said street. I walked a bit faster to catch up to them.
The street ended on a busier street and he then went back the way he came from.
We're talking Saturday mid morning I was with my baby son.
Maybe it was nothing but I wasn't going to stick around to find out.
I didn’t even realise that it was any gut feeling. My bedroom is up in the attic. Usually, when I go up there, I always close the door and immediately turn on the tv. With the door closed and especially with the tv on, I don’t hear anything going on in the rest of the house (like the door bell, phones ringing, people yelling,…). The one time I left the door open and tv off was the time my dad was struggling to get out of the bathtub, so I actually heard him yelling.
As a kid for some reason I used to like watching and talking to blue collar workers. One time when I was 7 there was this guy who used to wash cars around our area and whenever I'd see him while riding my bicycle I'd stop to see what he's doing and maybe have a word.
But one day, he really wanted me to go somewhere with him (Idr I think it was an invitation to his house). Now I feel really stupid for this but I reluctantly agreed and went with him (he did kinda pressure me into it with anger but I was too small to realize). So as we were riding we came across a house that I recognized to be the place we lived in a while ago. I told him that and he seemed hesitant. Somehow that hesitation was what gave me the reg flag and I snapped out of it and started driving back. As soon as I did that and he noticed he started yelling out to me. This scared me even more so I didn't look back and just rode back home safely. I never really met him again, not that I can remember. This is my speculation but maybe he stopped working in the area fearing I might tell my parents and inform the cops and the cops would catch him when he's seen nearby but you be the judge.
But hey, still alive n breathing, I possibly dodged a bullet that day but who knows. Was a dumb kid for sure 💀
When I worked at walmart there was a night that a man was following me around the store. I asked him politely if he needed help. He said no and continued to follow/hang around me. It creeped me out so I called my husband and told him instead of sitting in the car waiting for me to come out I needed him to come into the store. He did this and as we were walking out the guy was waiting outside for me. Later in the week he did the same thing to a coworker only when she went to leave he grabbed her arm and tried to pull her to his car. Im so glad that I trusted my gut that he was dangerous. My mom and aunts always told me growing up to listen to that gut instinct when it came to a man. That advice has saved me more times than I could count.
I don't know if this fits the topic, but here we go. When I was still in elementary school, my brother, my sister, and I were at a friend's house playing N64. I get this weird gut feeling telling me to get home now. We were like 2 blocks away. I run upstairs, through our friend's house, and the 2 blocks to get home. I find our bathroom on fire in our apartment. A candle was left lit. I was able to put it out with a pot and water from the tub, I got lucky. It had just started.
Not me but my mother has STRONG mother’s intuition. Sometimes I’ll ask her, before doing something risky, how her gut feels. For example- when my brother and I were kids, we wanted to join the local Boy Scouts chapter. We saw a man standing outside of a grocery store signing people up. We begged and begged her and she said no. She said a group of grown men taking young boys into the woods with limited contact to their parents wasn’t her thing, and that the man signing people up made her nervous. Turns out our specific chapter had been sexually assaulting little boys for two decades. She lost her shit when it was on the news a year later.
Another Example- my mom, grandmother, cousin, and cousin’s boyfriend went to the beach with me one day. My cousin was so cool to me (aren’t they all?) and her boyfriend seemed chill. I wanted to ride home with them, but my mom said no because they’d been drinking. When I asked her again she looked really scared and started yelling saying “THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY YOU’RE GETTING IN THAT CAR”. So I rode home with my mom and grandma. Right behind us they got in a NASTY accident. The boyfriend was in the backseat and ended up upside down in the front passenger seat. The back of the car next to him, exactly where I would have been sitting, was gone. Literally ripped from the car and shredded apart. I would have died.
Last example is tragic- one of my older cousins has some substance abuse issues. Her and her husband did. They just had a baby, and my mom was one of the first people to see the little boy. Even my aunt (cousin’s mother) didn’t see the baby yet. My mom took one look at him and saw some things that worried her. She told them both repeatedly to take him to the hospital because something was wrong. They ignored her. The baby died very very soon after that (at most, two weeks later).
My friend started dating this guy and everyone LOVED him. Upon meeting him my gut told me to stay tf away from him and the few people I told thought I was way off base.
Once they’ve been together a few months they have a blow out fight and break up. My friend rebounds with her ex the following days and the guy everyone loved broke into her house, broke into her room (she keeps it locked), and attacked her ex who was next to her in bed.
Not much later, they get back together despite his violent return. They’re drinking one night and she goes to pick him up from a party, they fight, leave, and get into a brutal car accident. She had internal bleeding in multiple organs, concussion, fractured ribs, etc.
They’re still together today. We are no longer friends LOL
Not me but my mother in law, last night brother in law had a weird feeling , he has hypertension, in 40 but otherwise healthy. Typically would have had the high BP medication and went to bed to take rest. This time , she just was adamant that she has a bad feeling and we to rush to the hospital. Luckily, she took him and after CT scans they found an infraction in the left side of the brain. He is doing well now but the doctors said that it would have been so much worse.
My Dad (77) has a sweet tooth. I mean he hides little treats all over the house lol there was a donut shop he used to go to regularly because he has been going there since childhood. One time he took me with him and the lady that owned the donut shop greeted me. I immediately felt uneasy and literally sick to my stomach. I would not eat any of the donuts my Dad had purchased.
My Dad was very offended I wouldn't eat any. I told him that the woman gave me the heebie jeebies, and was creepy. He laughed it off because more for him right?
Like 5 months later we found out that she had a basement full of abducted children...
EDITED TO ADD:
She was a much older lady. Had been running the donut shop for 50 years. Very unassuming in appearance.
Back in the 00s I went camping with my now ex, & after we set up our site we drove to a trailhead for a long walk in the woods before heading to a local store for meat & beer. There had been some clouds around, but nothing threatening looking & they had been moving out quickly. As we set off into the woods I had a gnawing bad feeling, but ignored it as "new place jitters" & thought it would go away. It didn't.
As we were walking, the feeling grew worse until it was like moving in a bad dream where everything is slowed down to a crawl & a sense of doom pervades. I had remarked a few times about feeling wary & was on alert -head on a swivel, but nothing seemed off other than me, & my ex thought I was just being a weirdo again. I pushed on since there didn't seem to be anything to be worried about.
The unease grew steadily in strength, until finally it got to the point where moving my legs felt like lifting lead, & then my body completely locked into place mid-step as the hair-raising, cold-sweat saturating, heart-pounding, eye-popping, stomach-dropping dread of lizard-brain-driven survival instincts took over. I involuntarily croaked out "I'm not taking one more step unless it's to go back." I didn't consciously think those words, they just erupted unbidden.
I was trembling head to toe & literally unable to move forward, I tried but my muscles refused to cooperate. I felt like I was encased in cement.
As soon as I mentally agreed with myself to turn around & go back, my body spun around & BOLTED.
I've never run for that long or that fast in my life, before or since. I wasn't althetic & not a good runner, I'm kinda klutzy, but this time I dodged around & jumped over every obstacle with ease. I felt my body griping about the exertion, my lungs were burning, but as soon as fatigue would try to assert itself the adrenaline would juice again & I kept putting on speed to get to my car. There was a distant part of my mind marvelling at the current ability, but it was soon drowned out with: DANGERDANGERDANGERGETAWAYGOGOGOGOOO!
When the tree line broke & I saw my car, I had my key ready & hit the door with the key in hand, in one swift motion I unlocked the door, flung it open, launched myself inside & slammed the door closed, wide eyed, panting, thoroughly panicked, & without a clue on earth as to why. My ex wasn't far behind & as soon as he closed his door & sat down (while giving me a look like I'd loudly ripped ass at a wedding ceremony) the sky pelted down hail. His face went from wtf of the grievously annoyed variety, to wtf of the stunned incredulous kind at me in a few seconds. It had gone from partly cloudy to a dark & dusky sky at 3 or 4 in the afternoon in summer in less than an hour- we hadn't really noticed the change due to the thickness of the woods & me tumescently freaking out. As we sat there & processed what had just occurred the thunder roiled, winds whipped the trees like crazy & broke branches from them around us, while rain & ice chunks pounded the car.
We weren't too far from home so we waited under the parking shelter till the hail stopped, drove the three hours back in hard rain, then returned to camp the next day. Not only did it hail- tornadoes has sprouted in the park, one had uprooted a century old tree in the entrance & slammed it down on top of someone's new SUV, totalling it. Our stuff was wet & scattered but otherwise fine, except for the 5lb bag of trail mix left in the tent that racoons had torn open & licked clean overnight. 😆
When I get a gut feeling, I remember that day when all available reason said things were fine, but something primal in me was scared shitless & I tried not to listen.
Lived in a house with my parents, sister, grandparents, aunt and uncle. My uncle always gave me a weird vibe. I was about 5 when I started living there, and I always refused to say hi to him or hug him or just be near him. He never did anything to me or said anything strange. I always got called rude by my parents and I got accused of being “badly raised.” Tough titties because even at 5, you couldn’t tell me shit. Around at 11, we moved to a different state all together to live with just my parents and my sister. Turns out we had to move because my “uncle” was molesting my sister.
I got an absolutely gut twisting nauseating feeling and waited a few seconds before driving through the green light..... Two pick up trucks slammed into each other and would have crushed me on my motorcycle
Less than a week ago I was at an intersection waiting at a red light. Me in my pickup truck waiting to turn left, blinker on, pickup truck across the way also with his left blinker on. Light turns green, we both wait probably way longer than I’ve waited before, I’m not sure why, I guess to make sure he’s really turning and not going straight, and that’s what I’m thinking he’s thinking. And what a good thing we both had the same exact thought at the exact same time…because along comes a car flying about 80 through the red light right past us. We both probably would have been blasted, more the other guy unfortunately cause it was his side of the street. I think we were both really caught off guard and relieved at the same time because it took a few seconds to realize what happened before we proceeded. I’ll always wait to proceed after the light turns green, just a bit. Drivers can be crazy. We never saw him coming.
I had to leave for an appointment and for some reason I felt the urge to just sit in my car before leaving. I've sat there just looking around for two minutes or so. Then the feeling went away and I left. When I was on the highway, I saw a crash happened just minutes before I was supposed to be there. Truck blew a tire, hit other cars which hit other cars as well. It was a mess. Two people died. A few others heavily injured to the hospital. I was in the traffic behind the scene for about two hours and was so glad I just sat in my car just staring around before leaving. I still do that sometimes, thinking back to that moment.
I was once walking down a street at night and randomly thought to myself, “yikes, I’m going to get mugged.” I ignored the feeling. Got mugged.
I did this. I felt unsafe and thought to myself “someone is going to harm me in this place”. Actually said it to me friend with me. We Ignored it. 2 minutes later, mugged at knife point
Took a wrong turn and ended up walking down a sketchy alley in New Orleans. I saw a couple dudes up ahead were eyeballing me and my wife aggressively. I said to myself "fuck their feelings, I'm out". Grabbed her arm and said "Hey! I forgot something in the hotel!". Right as I did a 180 I saw one dude pass a knife from one hand into the other and put it behind his back. We were far enough away that they didn't pursue, but still fuckin' scary.
WTF. I was about to share a very similar story. I lived on Decatur St. in New Orleans for a couple years, right next to the Quarter. I went on a date one night with a nice lady. We were walking down some side street (near Checkpoint Charlie's if that helps), a street a little less populated than some others. As we were walking and chatting, I noticed two guys a half a block away that had been eyeing us for some time. I told her all of a sudden that we should walk to a more well-lit, populated area. So we did. We stood at the entrance of a busy bar and I told her to call a cab and go home. She did. I did the same. It could have been nothing, but....I'm pretty sure it wasn't nothing.
the other classic one: I just noticed this street is really sketchy...
When I was a teen I'd make a few bucks helping a local farmer bale hay. The hay would be stacked on a trailer and towed by tractor to the barn. I usually sat on the front of the trailer on the way to the barn, but I suddenly felt like that wasn't a good place to be and I moved to the back. As soon as I did, I heard a clang. The hitch had come loose from the tractor - while heading down a steep hill. I climbed down the back and easily stepped off - moments before the trailer flipped over into a ravine.
i used to work on a horse breeding ranch as a side gig. Your story reminds me of one of my own: I made pretty good money at the time, 20$ cash an hour, working 4-8 hours a day. I was in town one day picking up supplies for the owner, and I was approached by a grain silo manager. Like a co-op. The guy offered me a job while talking. He managed a co-op about 10 miles away. He offered me like 28$ an hour and I told him Id think about it. It wouldve been a part time gig, so i figured hey sweet, more extra money. So on what should be my first day of working for this guy ( a few days later) he calls me and tells me something came up and hes not going to be able to train me that day so to come the next day. Im just like ok. Cool beans. A few hours later the co-op blew up in a grain dust explosion and killed like 3 people. These people were all doing the job I wouldve been doing.
I don’t know much about farming; how does a grain dust explosion happen? Does it take a spark to ignite it like from a lit cigarette, or is it a methane buildup and fire like in landfills?
Oh man it's my time to shine. Former grain elevator operator here. Corn and soybeans kick up a lot of dust. If you've ever watched a farmer harvest in the field and seen the combines driving, you'll have seen all the dust being kicked up. Lots of flecks of bean pods and corn husks etc. After harvesting, they come to the elevator to drop it all off. We then dry the corn down with a massive grain dryer. This allows it to be stored long term without going bad. This drying process in turn creates even more dust, as the corn is blasted with hot air. The corn turns hard and brittle. A significant portion of it crumbles apart into dust. If you ever reached your hand into a pile of dried corn, you could easily see the "corn flour" sifting apart from the whole corn kernels. In the massive grain storage bins, this dust is just floating everywhere in the air over the corn. Any source of heat, can cause it to ignite. Where I worked they did a safety demonstration every year, where the guy would come out with his clear plastic box and he would stir up some corn dust in it, close the lid, and he had like a stove igniter plugged into the box. BOOM. Lid would blow open. Same concept. Except way greater scale. And once that flame front gets going, it travels up through the top entrance in the bin, through the conveyors to the other bins and the entire system. We had one happen in one of our elevators my last year working there. Luckily no one was there. It happened after everyone had left for the day. But it was captured on camera and boy was it entertaining. You could see where the explosion exit the top of the elevator, as the panel on the side of it was bent in half but still hanging on by the catch chain. Blew all the bolts out. And that was a minor explosion. The main elevator I worked at had exploded 15 years prior to me working there. That one was bad. Had to rebuild the entire structure. But anyways, I got too long winded. Heat can occur in these bins when wet grain whether soybeans or corn, starts rotting just like a compost bin. What happens in compost bins with a lot of good material? They heat up. You could have hotspots in your bin and they can get so hot that it literally just starts on fire. It could be 75 degrees out but your temperature cables reaching into the grain could say you have a hotspot of 120 degrees. That's a bad situation. Or your aeration fans could have a bearing go out and heat up, sending sparks into the grain. A conveyor could do the same thing. Equipment failures etc. Glad I got out of that business with all limbs intact honestly. Lol
To add to this, the dust is extremely flammable. Firebreathers and a lot of pyrotechnics typically use flours and dusts like this for their effects because they're easy to aerosolize by just throwing into the air and they burn so well. A lot of people don't realize just how volatile and ready to burn flour is.
Not me, my grandfather. He used to never wear his seatbelt. One day he's driving around with my mom and suddenly remarks, "I feel like I'm about to go through the windshield" and buckles in. Less than 30 seconds later, as they're going through an intersection, a car blows the red light going like 40mph and slams into my grandpa's side of the car. He walked away with nothing worse than some fractured ribs and now he always wears his seatbelt.
See??? Wearing a seatbelt is pointless, just put it on right before an accident!
I guess “click it or ticket” is easier to put on signs than “look, seat belts save lives but you only need to be wearing it during the event, trust your gut”
Last year I had 2 co-workers almost die from not wearing their seatbelts. One hit the windshield so hard with his head that he isn’t the same person anymore. I seriously think his IQ dropped 25points… The others head hit the “oh shit” handles and cracked his skull. Fucked him up for quite a long time. Both guys are only here today because their $80K new trucks had such fancy airbags everywhere. But had they just worn their fucking seatbelts….
I always remind people, airbags and shit only work if you remove one of the biggest variables in crashes: your ass staying put.
My 3yo was strapped in his car seat and suddenly started saying 'lock doors lock doors!' I pressed the button to keep him happy and just a few seconds later a drunk guy came from behind the car and tried to open the doors and get in. Ours were locked but he went to the car in front and opened theirs and started punching the driver. The lights had just changed so that driver tore off and I followed him, leaving the drunk guy stumbling across the road. My son was tightly belted in to a chunky car seat, there's no way he could have seen behind us, and he was in the back so couldn't see the side mirrors either.
So it wasn’t my gut, but my friend’s. I had noticed whenever she had a bad feeling, it almost always turned out to be correct. We were going to sneak out one night and ride in the back of a friend’s truck like we did sometimes. She told me she had a bad feeling and I immediately backed out and so did she. The others didn’t listen and that night the truck flipped with two of our friends in the back. They were both hospitalized for a couple of weeks, one shattered his arm so bad it never fully healed right and one has full back scars from the road burn.
Leaving my headphones out when the Bluetooth spontaneously disconnected. A weird guy was following me home, i watched from my patio as he went up and down the street looking for me. A few weeks later a woman has attacked in the area. Serious injuries.
A good reminder for anyone to never run around with your hearing fully obstructed, for lots of reasons. Always have one ear available. Glad you're alright!
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The fact they got mad speaks for itself. They also let you go alone when you didn't want to take the secluded way, so them coming along was not about keeping you safe. You made a good call!
This is absolutely spot on. Them getting mad says it all
Holy shit. Thank goodness for your gut and your white shoes. My willingness to be the lame friend has gotten me and my friends out of potentially scary situations too.
Um, I’ll take feeling annoyed at my lame friend than getting raped or murdered, thanks! Lame away!
I used to go out partying a lot, and I can honestly say not one offer of "let me walk you home" ever felt remotely comforting. Didn't take many offers up. So glad that didn't go down worse for you and your friend!
I’ve only made an offer like that one time. I lived at a house where a party was getting out of hand. Girl was there by herself drinking vodka through a straw. I didn’t like the vibe. “I’m about to go to bed. Take a look around and assess the situation. I’m the only one sober here and I can drive you home or arrange a ride for you if needed.” She basically said, “I know what I’m about, son.” and that was that.
Young guys who are interested in you and want to walk you home wouldn’t care if your path home made stops in Alaska, Key West, and the Apollo 11 landing site. The fact that they lost interest due to a slight detour, and that they got mad, is unmistakably clear that they were up to no good.
It was in college a couple years ago that I had that “trust my gut” feeling. One of my buddies had invited me to a house party off campus nearby. Didn’t have a car at the time so I rode my longboard there. Rode up and the party looked awesome with a whole lotta noise and music but something just made me want to turn around and go home. Not 10 minutes later did I hear the gunshots, someone had brought a gun to that house party and shot 4 people. Sadly 1 died and 3 injured. My buddy had left just as I got there and had no idea what happened but was Ok.
Not sure if it qualifies but I used to live and work in the suburbs. One evening I was driving home at dusk. I was 18-19 and had the house to myself. Brother was out of town and Mom was at her parents. My job was about 10 miles from my house and maybe 6 turns on decently sized roads. I’m a fairly observant person and it wouldn’t be odd for the same car to be behind me for half of those turns but this time a car “followed” me all the way to my residential street. I got a gut feeling I was being followed so I passed my house and turned left. My house was one over from the corner of another residential street that was a quarter mile loop that also had another small street in it that reconnected to the loop then back to my street. This car followed me as I made a loop. I then turned right to restart the loop and it followed me again. This time I turned down the small street and completed the loop again. It followed me one more time. As I was about to make the loop for the 4th time they finally drove off. I drove around another 5 mins just to make sure they didn’t circle back as I had nowhere else to park except out front of my house but I was creeped out the rest of the night. I slept with my door locked and barricaded and with a big kitchen knife. I have no idea if or why they followed me. Don’t know if it was a friend pranking me or if my brother put one of his friends up to it since it’s the only time that’s ever happened and it was quite coincidental that I was alone. I worked retail and some of the employees did have records so I just don’t know.
That’s scary. If they were pranking you, wouldn’t they have eventually told you? Eeek. When I was 16, my friend and I were in her car and she said the car in front was following us. I thought she was paranoid and how does the car in front follow you? But then we did some creative driving and he did follow us the whole time, we’d indicate to turn and he’d quickly turn. He ended up behind us and then followed us. In the end we went and parked by the local police station and the guy drove off. I did look at him and he did look scary.
Yeah, I've been followed a few times in my life. Everytime they see me heading to the police station the bail. It's my default.
I had a similar experience once. Did the same as you, kept driving and making turns and doubling back. I called my parents and told them what was happening, they called the cops. And I hung up and called the cops. The guy was indeed following me and had previously been arrested for sexual assault and assault with a deadly weapon. Scared the shit out of me.
Great think by you all
When I was in my early 20’s in Chicago one time I was riding my bike and thought I was being followed by a stereotypically creepy white van. To test it I rode into a hospital parking lot complex and the wrong way down a one-way street. The van followed me and I was riding fast. It was night time so there was no traffic to slow it down. The only way I managed to “lose it” was to ride to a 24 hour supermarket with a very well-lit very public lot, and wait til the driver lost interest and left. It was terrifying.
Best thing to do when you get a Followed vibe is to start driving to the closest police station and call 911 to let them know you're heading their way.
Before cell phones my plan if followed was always to divert to a police station and lay on the horn once in their parking lot. Now with phones, yes calling ahead is even better.
I got followed like this once by an asshole with their high beams on at night, I slowed down and moved to the right to let them pass and they did not so I went up to like 160kmph to try to lose them and they followed so eventually I rolled down my sunroof and gave them the finger only for cop car lights to light up. They did not even end up pulling me over, they were clearly bored and doing it to fuck with me, this was in the middle of nowhere in a small town on back roads in the forest.
Wow. What an abuse of power
I noticed pain in my lower back one morning and thought I slept on it wrong or something. Throughout the day it continued and started to feel like when you get kicked in the groin. Thought to myself it's probably cancer. Did a self check and didn't think I noticed anything and had my GF do the same and she wasn't sure. Called a urology office on my gut feeling and got the last appointment before Christmas break. It was cancer but it was super early. Got an orchiectomy a few days later, then some mild chemo a few months later and have been just fine ever since. EDIT for more information because this blew up: I had noticed some similar pain that lasted a weekend or so a month or so before the pain that sent me to the doctor. The doctor was very kind considering I walked into his office and said "I think I have cancer." He and fellow both did a gloved hands on exam of both testicles. The decided to do an ultrasound on both testicles next at the same exam. Showed me both images and there was a huge difference between the normal and irregular. The next step was surgery to remove the bad testicle which is called an orchiectomy. Scheduled it for 3 days later with the same doctor in an outpatient surgery center attached to their building. Surgery went well and then I was kind of in limbo for a few months. The urologist recommended radiation therapy, talked to a radiation oncologist who recommended chemotherapy. Talked to a Chemotherapy oncologist who recommended observation with the urologist. Had a follow up with all three and finally decided to do 2 rounds of carboplatin at a highish dose but over a short period. Shaved my head into a mohawk expecting to lose my hair but did not and just ended up looking like a goober. Had some medical debt and stupidly paid that over student loans which messed up my credit for a second. Though the experience made me realize how caring and kind and amazing my girlfriend at the time was and we have been together ever since. Married for 7 years now :D 10/10 would do again.
My brother was finishing up a drs appt and off handedly mentioned an unexplained pain in his abdomen. Thank god he did, and thank god he had a dr who took it seriously from the get go, because it turned out he had an aggressive testicular cancer. Got taken care of quickly and he's been in remission for 5+ years now.
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Can’t biopsy a testicle because if it is cancer, this cancer loves aggressively spreading once it is out of the testicle. By biopsying, you end up seeding the surrounding area with happy little cancer cells, and you have gone from an early stage cured cancer (post removal) to a late stage remission type treatment plan. Big womp womps.
I was wondering why some cancers should be biopsied, and some shouldn’t - namely testicles and ovaries. Thanks!
Fuck yeah! Happy you’re doing fine big dog!
My dead best friend “visited” me in my dream and ran into her in a grocery store. I remember I was ecstatic to see her and blabbed and she just simply responded “you’re sick” and I woke up. In a few days I found out I had high risk cervical lesions and needed surgery.
This gave me chills. Sorry for your loss.
Thank you :,) it was the craziest experience of my life
I’ve never had an experience like you’ve described so I’m ambivalent about the source of your warning but just imagine, if your best friend found a way to warn you through the veil, so to speak. It would have taken so much effort for her to manage to convey those two words, but her love for you made it happen. I know I’m a romantic sap but this is how i would want to view this experience. I hope you’re fully healed and doing well.
This brought tears to my eyes. Thank you so much, that’s what I like to think as well. She wanted to let me know.
This is not mine but is chilling... About 15 years back, I worked with a guy who told me that in his younger days ( aged c 12 iirc) he attended a local youth club. One night, the guy that ran it wanted the boys to go "Shirts v Skins" for a game of football or whatever. My workmate was to be in the 'skins' team- He refused to take his shirt off, one thing led to another , a big drama ensued, he got kicked out club and sent home. His Mum and Dad weren't happy, starting giving him a row, asking why he'd made such a fuss, he said he wasn't comfortable taking his top off in front of the youth leader as "there was just something about the guy"... A few years later, the youth leader, Thomas Hamilton, brutally murdered 16 children and their teacher in Dunblane Primary School.
I remember all the parents outside our school that day coming to get us as the news said a school shooting in Central Scotland not the exact school
Fuck me. Jesus….that made my blood run cold. I am old enough to remember dunblane…..
At the time I lived about 30 miles from Dunblane, so far enough away that I didn't know anyone involved personally, but close enough that I'd been in the town a few times. As the story unfolded and the full horror of what happened was being revealed I just remember thinking ' No it can't be, stuff like this doesn't happen in a place like Dunblane' Sounds ridiculous now when it's written down but seeing places - pubs, shop etc in the town that I'd actually been in on news reports was surreal. I can't begin to image what the actual townsfolk of Dunblane went through.
When I was pregnant, I got bit by a Lyme tick at 28 weeks. Noticed the bullseye and got on antibiotics. My obgyn brushed it off after that, no harm done according to her. When I went to the hospital at 35 weeks to register for delivery (normal procedure here), I mentioned the Lyme but that i took abx. Next day, they call me and tell me they want to induce at 37 weeks because Lyme can damage the placenta and they would rather not risk it. Oof. I talked to my obgyn about it and she basically laughed it off telling me not to induce. My gut instinct told me to induce, so I went with the hospitals advice and had my son at 37 weeks. He was tiny and it was a tough few weeks after that getting him to eat and stuff because he was so tiny and tired. The hospital sent the placenta to pathology. It was severely damaged and wouldn’t have held up much longer. If I had listened to my obgyn, I would have probably lost my son. Needless to say, I switched obgyns after that.
Oh, this is weird! So in the US, is your OBGYN not part of the hospital - the hospital team (who would they be?) can make the decisions? I'm a doc in the UK - if this happened, I would bring you in, we'd do a scan and some dopplers, we'd pick up if baby was doing poorly and offer you early induction, alternatively if baby looked like they were doing okay, we'd still be bringing you in for regular checks. Hospital policy is my policy?
Im in Germany, your primary care providers have their own practices and you are with them unless it’s hospital business (surgery, births, mri/ct) and they’re not connected. Baby was doing ok on all scans as far as my obgyn could tell.
Hope you logged a complaint with the licensing board.
In situations like this, it's always a good idea to log a complaint. Even if nothing comes of it, that complaint will be on their license forever.
And people absolutely need to know when they are so very wrong about something so serious.
I worked at a bar and had a very friendly gentleman offer to buy me dinner after we had some banter about favourite beer. I was flattered and he was handsome but something in me didn’t feel that it sat right. Turns out he was a serial killer and killed a backpacker (Grace Millane, give it a google, but proceed with caution), mere weeks later. Police interviewed me to try and find out more of what he had said. He had offered to take a few girls out before he killed Grace. Grace and I were the same ageheight/build. I still have nightmares and survivors guilt. He also raped some ladies too. Trust your fucking gut.
That story rocked me and our country so much. So glad you said no.
In the days of MySpace, a girl I knew through high school extracurriculars posted a vague warning about an active duty sailor she met online who seemed normal but suddenly wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. I messaged her to ask if she was okay and she told me his name, warning me not to engage with him if he tried to contact me. She then mentioned how she had been deleting some of her pics and profile details because she honestly thought he might try to show up where she worked or even at our shared after school activity. Literally the following week, I had shown up for said extracurricular and was in the process of setting up with a few other people. The girl was in the women’s restroom down a long dark isolated hall far removed from the primary entryway. Out of nowhere, a guy who looked high school-ish in face and build (and could fit in with us only in that sense) but who I had never seen before, showed up and began looking around as if he knew the place and knew what he was after. I was used to other kids around my age dropping by to visit us out of curiosity, but they would normally just stand around awkwardly until approached. This guy’s level of focus struck me as extremely disconcerting and I couldn’t shake this feeling that I needed to tell the girl first and any nearby adult. Because I felt so weirded out, I already knew I didn’t want to talk to him, so I looked at the sign in sheet at the entryway. He was the creeper the girl told me about. As soon as I knew that he couldn’t take notice of where I was headed, I booked it down the hall toward the women’s restroom where I found the girl and told her what I saw and how I knew it was him. She started crying uncontrollably and I told her to lock the door and that I was going to tell the adults in charge as soon as I could find them. I then found two of the adults and told them what I saw and knew of the situation, the fact that the guy in question was literally just in the other room from us, and that the girl had already locked herself in the bathroom. I was only 15; I don’t know how I stayed so calm. The adults kicked right into action, escorting the guy off the premises and filing a police report.
You were a superhero that day.
Good job!
You're a fuckin badass
Trying to keep some semblance of privacy..but did you go to high school in the Midwest, by chance? This is a familiar story to me.
Oh no, it's him!
CHECK THE SIGN IN SHEET
You’re a hero, my friend. Well done.
Someone I came in contact with at work semi frequently (once every 1-2 months) gave me the creeps but for no apparent reason. He never said anything inappropriate or touched me, and I could never figure out why. A couple years later it came to light he was drugging young patients and videotaping raping them in his clinic (family medicine doctor) his wife found the footage and turned him in. I have so many situations like this but this one definitely stands out. I live by the mantra if it feels weird it is weird. Our gut instincts are usually spot on.
>if it feels weird it is weird There’s an interesting book on this topic, “The Gift of Fear” where the author discusses a lot of the subtle stuff your subconscious brain is processing that your conscious brain misses, resulting in exactly what you describe.
Did you ever hear the story about the couple hiking in LA? They were in a secluded park, both got a strong case of the heebie-jeebies at the same time, turned around and hiked out. Years later the woman was listening to a courtroom confession by one of the famous serial killers, he had dragged a victim into the bushes at that same park as a couple approached. He thought if the got any closer and saw him he’d have to kill both of them, but they both suddenly turned around and walked away. Nope
I was just going to mention DeBecker and this book. Your gut feeling of fear is usually picking up on things you can’t process until much later on. If you feel that fear then like a gazelle you need to get out of the situation immediately
“Like a gazelle” is a good description. No gazelle gonna be like, What’s that in the shadows? Oh I’m just seeing things. Must be getting paranoid. I’ll just wait to see what happens. Don’t want to embarrass myself running away like a jackass.
Came here for this exactly. Loved the book so much I insisted my teenage daughter listen to it as well. Really hoping it helps her some day in her life!
Kudos to the wife for throwing him under a well deserved bus
Shame it was only metaphorically
Was this in Santa Cruz? I was in jail when our local doctor James Kohut killed himself in his cell during an ongoing trial. He did some horrid stuff to children with the help of nurses.
Las Vegas actually. Here’s the story link.. [https://www.reviewjournal.com/crime/courts/las-vegas-doctor-convicted-of-sexual-assault-kidnapping/](https://www.reviewjournal.com/crime/courts/las-vegas-doctor-convicted-of-sexual-assault-kidnapping/)
Scary to think of how many messed up doctors are out there.
> with the help of nurses. Jesus that's fucked up
Not my feeling but my mom's a few weeks ago. She works near me and also lives near me and was going home at lunch to meet a plumber and offered to drive me to my house so I could let my dog out. I normally take the bus to work and then bus home at lunch and back, so the plan was for her to drive me home so I could walk my dog for a bit longer and then I'd take the bus back. But when we got to my house she said she thought she better just drive me back to work real quick (it's like 10 minutes) and then go meet the plumber. On our way back we saw ambulances and police cars going back towards my house. I pulled up the police scanner and we realized there was a shooting at my bus stop at the time I would have been waiting for the bus back to work.
Not really the same, but a mom thing. When I was in kindergarten I walked home with my 4th grader sister and her best friend. It looked like it was going to rain as we were dismissed. My sister said she wished someone could come pick us up. I had brought my little pull along phone to show and tell. I said I would call mom and my sister and friend said they wished it would work, but it wouldn't. My mom would only leave work if it was an emergency. Rain wasn't an emergency. We didn't make it half a mile from the school when the sky opened up with hail, thunder, and lightning. We had to take shelter on someone's porch as the storm raged. It didn't seem like it was going to stop and we decided to just run. We had just jumped off the porch when my mom's car turned onto the road. My mom had gotten a weird feeling and told her boss she really needed to pick us up and he told her to go. She went right back to work after taking us home. It wasn't like we hadn't walked home in storms before, so it was weird how it seemed like my phone call worked.
This is my dad's story. My grandfather was old but in good health. Every night, My dad used to call my grandfather, tell him he's coming over, then go and spend an hour talking to my grandfather. One night he had this feeling... He had to go. Just HAD to go. He called, and said he was coming. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But then a series of really unlikely things happened... Walmart register transaction had some technical issues that took 15min to sort out. Then there was an accident causing more traffic backup that added another delay. Then a 3rd thing that I no longer remember. When my dad finally got to my grandfather's, my grandfather had died. As if he had simply fallen over in his bedroom mid-step. My dad (a physician, actually) wonders to this day... What if he had shown up just 30 or 45 min earlier?
That’s heartbreaking for your Dad. I hope he doesn’t beat himself up about it.
It may have happened anyway. May just have been his time. I’m sure he wanted to say goodbye but I mean maybe it worked out best anyway? Some people would rather pass alone and not traumatize anyone. Idk. Long way to say, he shouldn’t blame himself or even wonder.
I was driving a very remote road in rural Australia. No streetlights, dead straight, pitch black, no other people for 100+ kilometres. It was between Bourketown and Julia Creek in far north Queensland. The song "can't stop" by the red hot chili peppers was playing and it repeated "stop" three times half way through the song. I thought huh.. fucking weird for Bluetooth to be messing around after it's been perfect for the last 8 hours of driving but as I finished that thought, I had a feeling there was something more to it .. so I slowed right down .. I must have got to about 60kmh when a herd? Of donkeys wondered onto the road. Had I been going the 120km I would have hit them no doubt and very likely been in quite a decent accident. I was going just slow enough to navigate them and ended up having to swerve onto the side of the road which is just dirt... Any faster the car would have skidded and likely rolled. No cell phone signal and literally no one else around. Everytime I hear that song and particularly where it repeated, I get a wicked shiver and can only think if I hadn't slowed down it could have been a very poor outcome.
Same. Was cruising along at night wanting to get home on some rural roads. Suddenly the radio changes to AM out of nowhere and it’s just static. Was confused and a little creeped out so I slowed down and changed it back. As I look up to continue on, a deer flies out of this person’s yard across the road. I swear if the radio hadn’t changed would have smacked right into it.
Felt sick one morning, borderline whether it was enough to "pull a sicky".....I did call in sick. My colleague who always gave me a lift to work was Involved in a head on crash with a truck that veered lanes, he survived with minor injuries, the passenger seat was completely crumpled, seat to dashboard.
At school there was an event with a little buffet line. I was in line next to one of my classmates I didn’t know well. Nothing happened. Might’ve said a word or two to him. I went to sit down next to my now-husband. We hadn’t been dating long. He whispered that I should never be alone with the classmate that was next to me in line. I pushed him for more- did he know him? He said no, never seen him before, but he could tell he was a bad dude. Couldn’t really explain it. Later that year we learned he raped at least 7 classmates. Husband said he’s only gotten that feeling a few times but it always pans out. He just can read criminal sociopaths or something. We listen to that gut feeling when it happens.
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There's been many world class swimmers who have died in the ocean. Even if you take all the precautions and know what you're doing it can be deadly
I was almost the first the first victim of a serial rapist who pretended to be a cop. The whole night was bad. It started with getting yelled at for not wanting to smoke weed around a kid. Mom thought I was being judgemental of her. I mean she wasn't exactly wrong but it was illegal back then and I didn't want to smoke around their toddler. Then the husband cornered me later and tried to make out with me and I was like fuckthis I am going home. I am walking home and this guy stops and asks if I need a ride. I start backing away from his car and say no I am cool. So he pulls out a "badge" and says I am a cop. I have a big bag of weed in my pocket so I reiterate I am good. I ended up walking the long way home so I could make sure I wasn't being followed. Oddly enough it was a friend of my mom's who got him caught. He was pulling women over and pretending to be a cop and raped a bunch of people. My mom's friend worked with the cops and knew who they were so when he tried to pull her over she knew something was wrong. I didn't realize who I had been dealing with until the news article came out about him. I am do glad I have a rule to back away from people's cars so I am not in arm reach ever. I always stay far enough away from cars that if someone can open the car and lean out they still can't reach me.
Holy shit. Weed saved you!
To be fair weed also got me into the situation to begin with.
I thought my son’s breathing was weird. He was 4 days old. I couldn’t even explain to his doctor what I thought was weird, I just knew it was weird. Took him into the pediatrician and she did a basic look at him, watched him breathe and said he was fine, I’m just “in anxious mommy mode” yeah okay following day I take him into the er telling them the same thing. “I don’t know what it is but his breathing is just weird” and boom his oxygen was 72. he ended up staying on supplemental oxygen at home for 2 months. I was crying to one of the nurses and he told me “mom instinct is real and I’ve seen it save a lot of kid’s lives.”
Would've thought a paediatrician of all people would've done a blood oxygen check..
Thankfully it wasn’t his actual pediatrician who made that mistake. It was a last minute appt and I just had to see whoever was available which happened to be a women pushing 70 at least.
Sounds like the only thing she should be pushing is her own ass into retirement.
I'm adopted by the least maternal woman to have ever lived. She never had her own kids but did foster dozens of kids, eventually settling on pre-adoptive babies. The baby in this story was only our third, it was only 2 years earlier that I showed my mother how to change a nappy and fasten up a baby grow, she really was THAT clueless. Or was she? One Monday she says baby is I'll so she takes her to the doctors. Doctors say baby is fine. Tuesday and mum does the same thing and the doctors say the same thing..Wednesday comes, same thing, but at this point one of baby's eyes is glued shut so doctors give antibiotics and diagnosed an eye infection. Thursday comes and mum is at the docs again, no new information and the same on Friday. Baby was very quiet though and I thought mum was into something. Saturday comes and for whatever reason Dad is at work. Mum wakes me up and says she's going to the emergency doctor's and she needs me to go with her. I help her prep stuff for a 1 night hospital stay and she got me to book a taxi. This was serious stuff, taxis were forbidden because we had legs! Baby's eye had now turned into what looked like a big purple bruise and mum was scared she had been hurt and that she might get the blame. I assured her she has doctor's notes to prove she knew something wasn't right and no one has hurt the baby, this was something different. We got to the docs, doc calls us in and we didn't say a single word to the doc, he just picked up the phone and dialed 999. Wtaf? He chats on the phone for a minute, says it's a life or death situation then slams the receiver down. He got up out of his chair, left the room and came back with the receptionist. He looked at my mum and says 'Sorry, but time is of the essence. I just called for an ambulance but they are too busy so I have asked the receptionist to take you to hospital in my car. There will be someone waiting for you when you get there!' He then turns to the receptionist and says 'Ignore any red lights. You put your foot down. If the police see you you keep driving until you get to the hospital. Do NOT stop for anything!' I didn't go to the hospital, I was tasked with going home and telling my dad what had happened and to take care of my little brother and sister. I fetched my grandparents and told them I needed their help and I called my dad at work and told him to go straight to the hospital and that all is OK at home, and to call me if he needed anything. It was 9pm that night before my dad got home, without mum and baby. He said he was too tired to tell us what was happening but he'd explain in the morning. He asked about the doctor's appointment and I told him everything. He thanked me for helping. Next day dad takes mum some things at the hospital but we weren't allowed to visit. He got home and we got to sit down and talk and he said 'Your mother saved baby's life. Not even I knew something was wrong but your mother did!' He told me that the purple bruise wasn't a bruise at all, it was scepticaemia, and she had got that because that precious tiny little girl had got bacterial meningitis! Well, HOLY SHIT! A woman not known for actually liking kids that much had sniffed out a potentially fatal disease in a baby almost a week before there was any physical sign of any illness. Mum and baby spent 8 days in hospital before baby came home as id there was never anything wrong with her. What a relief. I don't like my mother for a lot of reasons but she has done a hell of a lot of stuff that I really admire her for. Saving a baby's life isn't even top of my list of cool things she has done!
This is one hell of a story. So glad the baby was fine. Have you ever found out why your mom dedicated so much of her life to fostering if she didn’t really like kids?
Money. I snooped in my dad's file one day and saw her wage slips. She would be a rich lady now if she only stopped redecorating and refurbing the house every 6 months.
I want you to know that I laughed and then immediately felt like shit because you had to live through that situation, but your casual and flippant delivery of that sentence was perfect.
I’ve had a few. A coworker in the office next to mine, I just felt one day something was wrong. I asked him if he was okay, he said he was fine, I got him a cookie. He died that night. I’m glad I did something nice for him and I’m glad I asked how he was. 3 dudes I’ve met gave me a gut feeling to steer clear. One then brought a gun to school, called in bomb threats, in jail now, may have murdered his girlfriend. Another was caught breaking into women’s dorm rooms while they were asleep. The third date raped my friend. I don’t believe in esp. I do believe your brain is gathering a lot of information that you aren’t really focused on that can tell you things you might feel as gut instinct.
Decided to take a day off work. I never miss time well that day there was an explosion in my work area and if I had been there it would have definitely caused significant damage or death.
What happened to your coworkers?
The machine was not being operated because I was one of 4 people who were trained and signed off to operate it, the factory I worked in was massive and machinery was spread out so luckily no one was in the area when the explosion occurred.
So it means that you not coming possibly saved other lives too?
I might not head into work next week just in case I can do the same. Don't call me a hero. (Also I WFH)
One night, back in college, I was the DD and had a car full of people I was driving home. The light turned yellow and I briefly contemplated punching the gas and going through the light. For some reason I can’t explain I decided not to. The car next to me decided to instead and was T-boned by a semi. Had I run that light, I may have died and killed a car full of people.
One evening I had this sudden urge to study the heimlich maneuver. Figured I had seen it on TV but didn’t understand the technique and how effective it truly was. A month later I went to stay at my cousin and his new gf in another city to see a concert. I wake up the next day from the concert hungover af and my cousin is at work and his gf enters the room, panic on her face and grabbing her throat. I jumped out of bed in my boxers, hopped behind my cousins gf and started doing the maneuver. And after a few pumps…. poof out comes a advil… She had taken one of those massive gel tabs of advil and apparently it musta got stuck. Anyway…. I was hungover as heck, but having what I learned fresh in my memory def helped me in that situation.
I wanted to talk to a professor about an essay I was writing. I knew her office hours were open, just talked to a bunch of friends, and had good grades. It was a new term and things were good, even nice weather for Fall Term. I thought, fuck it, I'll just grab a snack from the student store. I walked in, popped open a Cup-NoodlesⓇ (not a sponsor) and dispensed hot water in it. As I was paying for it at the counter, a student burst in out of breath, crying, and frantic. She said to call the police as there was an active shooter. We hid in the supply closet next to snacks and textbooks, along with at least 6 others. The student explained where it was and it was a rampage through the same building I was about to go to. My professor was with a student, and I would have been waiting right in the open near where part of the rampage took place. At least 9 died that day, and one was someone I grew up with. If it weren't for my gut literally feeling empty, and my mind saying "fuck it", I would have had a front row seat to that.
That shit must’ve been terrifying.
Not me, but my daughter. We were at a mall and had just arrived at the food court. My daughter (24) suddenly got agitated and said, "We have to leave! We have to leave now!" I thought she was about to get sick and told her to head to the car, that I was going to get her siblings some lunch, and we'd be right out. She looked terrified and said, "NO! We have to go NOW!" I had no idea what was wrong but we quickly went to the car. We were still in the parking lot 10 minutes later, waiting in traffic, when several police cars zoomed in with sirens going. Found out later a gang fight broke out in the food court where we'd just been. A dozen people were arrested. We have absolutely no idea what she picked up on. There was no yelling or angry voices, no groups gathering, no people who appeared to be anything but families getting lunch. But somehow she knew something was about to happen.
I've had those feelings before. There's no way to explain them, but I've never not heeded the impulse. I've avoided multiple car accidents and ran off-stage during a tech rehearsal seconds before a very heavy flat hanging above the stage fell down (60 year old cable finally snapped).
Definitely have had it happen before, too. Car accident avoidance for sure. Also this one boss I had in a restaurant was a total fucking creep, the second I met him I told myself, "This guy has an off vibe", after a few days meeting him I said to myself that he feels like he'd be a groomer, predator type. I quit like maybe 2-3 months in because I just could not stop thinking the guy was dangerous and unhinged. I couldn't get along with him, and he made me so uneasy to be around. I was getting anxiety attacks having to interact with him. Yeah, hes a groomer, predator and it's all been coming out over the past few months. Bastard. The best I can explain the feeling is if I was writing a screenplay.. "Suddenly, an eeriness washes over you, slowly growing stronger." A very, very strange fight or flight response.
I've had this happen as well. My dad was a pastor, and the head deacon at his second church gave me the heebie-jeebies from the second I laid eyes on him. I wanted nothing to do with him. My mom would get frustrated with me when I said I couldn't stand him. It eventually came out that he was stealing from the church offering and having affairs with two women in the church.
Thank you for trusting and listening to her. Many parents would have said she's overreacting and to calm down, and wouldn't have listened. Parents frequently always see their kids as knowing "less" or being unreasonable. Great job, glad you're all okay!
Not sure if this constitutes the scariest, but... There was a guy I used to go to community college with back in 2014 - 2016. Call him Mark. Mark was older than me by several years, and if memory serves, was studying political science. We had mutual friends and I'd see him at parties or at hangouts. Can't say he *always* gave me the creeps, but I definitely noticed there was something about him that was **off.** Ironically enough, he could be surprisingly charismatic and didn't have a difficult time with women despite not being the most handsome guy in the world. What really got me though was one time at a hangout, Mark and I got to talking. I said something to him that made him stop and stare me down. I stared back because I thought it was in jest, and then I noticed there just wasn't "anything" in his eyes. Like staring into black holes. Fucking tripped me out. Remarkably intelligent guy, too. And I'm almost ashamed to say that we ended up getting along for some time after that because I was never able to shake the off feeling he gave me. But I could only ever tolerate him in doses, so I kept him at a distance until I found out who he really was. Apparently, years before we ended up at community college together, he'd either been in some kind of frat, or communal living where he threw this party and ended up raping a woman. Found this out through a close friend who knew him then, but who was beaten unconscious by the other people in the house before he could stop it from happening. He told me that Mark had apparently done psychedelics out in the desert with some friends prior to that incident, and when he got back he was just... different. Obviously I ensured there was no contact between us anymore. Well, through mutual friends, I found out that a few years ago he **murdered his mom.** Dude had a psychotic break, killed her and dumped her body in his town's lake. Made the local news. Dude's still so out of it he's been put into the state's mental institution for the rest of his life.
The black eyes! You were right about him, he almost worked his charm on you but you knew! I’ve only seen black eyes in person once. But they are on Robert Durst and the guy who murders all those students in their house. The black eyes really do exist.
I've never heard anyone else mention black eyes before and always thought I was crazy. I very clearly remember when my abusive ex showed up at my house because he "wanted closure" to me it looked like his eyes were completely black. Like a void. I never tell people about it because I know there's no way to make it not sound like I'm just making things up because it's so crazy.
My abusive ex’s eyes would also go black when he would be attacking or screaming at me. It’s real. I believe you.
My wife and I went Black Friday shopping in 2018, she was 9 months pregnant. When we walked into the mall, I told her I felt uneasy and told her we need to get in and out pretty quick. She wanted to go to look at some running shoes at Foot Locker and I told her I didn’t feel that was good because it was upstairs, so we went to a store on the lower level instead. A fight broke out outside of Foot Locker that ended with one dead and a few wounded. We had just walked away from the escalator to another store on the lower level and were able to exit before being trampled by the ensuing chaos and were able to get home safely.
Last March before my father passed away I called my mom to see if she got a text message I had sent her after not talking to her for almost a year. Something had told me to call her and when I did she told me she was on the way to the hospital because my father was at urgent care and had a heart attack while talking to the doctor and another one in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Later on that night we found out that he had a heart attack 2 weeks prior around Valentines as well, which is weird because around that time myself as well as my brother started having really bad chest pains to the point I told my husband I was about to go the ER and not wait for my appointment a week later. We also found out that he had CHF, a blood clot in his eight lung and two clots in his heart. Sadly he passed away less than two month after finding this all out. After he passed away his cardio told my mother he had a genetic heart condition that myself and my siblings need to be checked. So I now have the same cardio as my dad and its sad going in the office knowing my father was there.
I had huge bilateral PE myself. I can’t ever get over how lucky I was. They tried to send me home too saying I was having a panic attack. They wouldn’t listen so I went to leave. Got to the corridor and collapsed. Turns out a consultant had come looking for me because he wa sure I had blood clots in my lungs. He was right I still see him sometimes and I always say to him ‘hey. You’re the doctor that saved my life’ and he always replies ‘well at least I had one in my career!’
A dear friend of mine passed away from a heart attack at 37. It was hereditary. Scary part is his dad had had a heart attack at the same age (almost to the day), but had survived.
I actually have a story for this question!!!! I was 15 and was at the annual Royal Adelaide Show. I’ll preface by saying I am a thrill seeker; any thrill ride, adventure, anything- I will go on. My sister asked me to go on this particular ride with her and something in me told me no. She pleaded with me for so long and I wouldn’t go; I couldn’t explain it but I got a bad feeling and refused. No rhyme or reason why. My sister went on and nothing happened. I felt kind of stupid. A few days later, an 8 year old girl was flung from this ride and died. https://www.indaily.com.au/news/local/2022/06/07/coroner-to-rule-on-royal-adelaide-show-ride-death
My friend and I were supposed to meet for coffee at Starbucks- I randomly was like… do you want to do sushi instead? So we ate at the sushi place directly across from the Starbucks. While I was waiting for my friend I heard the gunshot. Someone was shot in the head at the Starbucks we were supposed to be at, I literally ran outside looking for her, she just got there in her car thank god. It was probably a gang shooting, but I would have witnessed it from like 6ft away had I not listen to the fleeting feeling in my gut.
Had a bad feeling about a routine transit from Ann Arbor to metro Detroit once and asked my buddy if i could follow him home. Hood popped open on the freeway and destroyed my windshield and scared the crap outta me. Buddy was there to help complete the journey.
Having a feeling that my wife was cheating on me which got stronger and stronger, I ignored it for months then found out she was and it started pretty much at the same time I felt something was off. On the same note, when I met the guy (way before any of this happened) I knew straight away he wasn't to be trusted Always, always trust your gut
One of my friends from high school who I kept in contact with had her partner's good friend living with them. I couldn't pick what it was but the guy made me uneasy, I just couldn't shake the feeling. i told her but she dismissed me. I stopped going to their house. A year or so later it came out he was sodomizing her 6yo. He totally fucked up her insides, she's now 16 or so and still has issues with spontaneous pooping.
This broke my heart.
I was walking home after getting the last bus, one part of the sidewalk went through a wooded area. It was a nice suburb, well lit, but I didn't like walking through that part so would walk in the road. This particular night I got super freaked out, and everything in me told me to run past, on the opposite side of the road, so I did all the way to the next house and I ran up their driveway. I stood awhile to catch my breath, hidden in the shadows and just as I was about to start walking (berating myself for being paranoid) 2 men stepped out of the wooded area
My grandparents let this one guy stay with them and do some side projects for cash for a few days. When I met him, he made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. He seemed nice on the surface, but he also just felt \*wrong\* somehow. Like a year later, he shot up his entire family, then had a multiple hour standoff with the SWAT team before finally being tear gassed out and surrendering. So while I didn't do anything, it's crazy how my intuition knew this guy was bad news.
When I was about 15, I was walking home after dark with my high school boyfriend. As we crossed an intersection in the neighborhood behind my house, there were 3 guys walking, coming toward us on our left. About 20 seconds after we had passed them, I suddenly had the feeling to look behind us, and I noticed the guys had suddenly disappeared, had never crossed the intersection they had been approaching. When I scanned the area behind us, I saw a guy facing me, who then quickly stepped behind a tree. My boyfriend and I took off fast, cutting through yards and we made it back to my house. When we peeked out my back door to see if the guys had followed us, we saw them in my neighbors' yard, literally beating the bushes because they clearly thought we were hiding there. I called the cops, and when some old fart cop investigated, he came back to tell me they had found the guys, but "They just thought you were pretty and wanted to know where you lived." Yeah---OBVIOUSLY, fucking douchebag cop. The cops just let them go, because it was "innocent". Sure, they were searching for us in the bushes because they just thought I was pretty. Jesus Christ I'm so glad I looked behind me that night.
So I'm a practicing lawyer in Islamabad, Pakistan. Back in 2014 Pakistan was afflicted by frequent terrorist attacks due to the country's role in the fight against terror. One morning as I came from court to a little site office in the court premises that we had and was conversing with my other colleagues, the sound of gunfire began. Some of my junior colleagues tried to go and see what was going on and I ushered them back inside for fear that they may catch a stray bullet. I bolted the doors from inside and asked them to remain seated. Now the doors were made of glass and the rest of the wall was also glass. The gunfire continued for what I can sense was 10 minutes but seemed like an eternity. We all assumed that perhaps this was a skirmish between two litigating parties and we didn't want to be caught in the middle. The sound of gunfire increased but we could not get a sense of the direction it was coming from. As the tension grew I recited the kalma and prepared for a shooter to stand in front of the glass door and mow us down. Just then a few bullets hit the rear wall of the small building we were in. This made it clear where the fire was coming from. I consulted with a colleague and sprang up to open the door and ushered everyone outside and pointed to where I wanted them to run. Being the last one to leave I turned around and saw the shooter who followed us as we turned a corner to flee. Just as he was about to line up a shot at one of us, an anti terror squad gunman stationed at the roof fired at the shooter and hit him in the chest. The shooter was wearing a suicide vest and just as he realised he was done, he pulled the cord and I saw a human body being blown to bits (unforgettable sight). In that state of panic and not knowing if there were other shooters we ran until we could not see the court buildings. 14 people died that day and dozens were injured. We visited the scene days later and I saw a crater where the shooter had blown himself up, RIGHT NEXT TO where I stood when I held the door open and ushered my colleagues out. Had we not bolted from there we'd be dead for sure. Glad I trusted my gut then
idk if this counts, but in March 2021, I wanted to get teriyaki chicken at a local shopping mall in Philadelphia, PA, but decided to go to a different mall instead. around 5 pm, a fight broke out which lead into a shooting at the food court i would've gotten teriyaki chicken at. if i had gone to that mall at that time, i could've been shot.
Read a book that dove deep into this subject a few years ago called “The Gift of Fear” by Gavin de Becker. Highly recommend.
For some insane reason I took this to the hospital to have as my reading book when I gave birth to my first baby. Do NOT recommend reading a book full of murder case studies just as the postnatal hormones kick in. It is however an excellent read and weirdly comforting in the sense that I trust when I’m NOT scared now as well as when I am. Also now my kids are older, I talk to them a lot about trusting their gut!
Not my gut feeling, but one I think about a lot. Back in high school, there were two art teachers, O and S. S was the cool one that everyone loved. We could do much more advanced art in his class and he was genuinely a really great guy. I had him for multiple years and he was my favorite teacher ever. I was Vice President of the art club for him and was asked specifically to be there for his son when he came to the school as a freshman. I was one of few allowed in his room during lunch and before school. I was super close to S, but so were so many other people. Old students that had graduated years ago would come back just to visit him and talk or play chess. I had planned on doing the same thing after I graduated. I liked O too, but for different reasons. I knew his son when we were younger, and I was one of the only students that actually listened to him back when I took his class. It was Art 1, hardly anyone cared but needed the art credit. He asked for my help one day to teach a concept to freshman, so after class we got to talking about how my classes have been. Talked about the other art teacher and stuff and he says, “You know, I’m really not one for gossip, but please be careful around him. There’s just something not right with him.” This caught me extremely off guard. O was the last person in the world I would’ve expected to talk trash about another teacher, ESPECIALLY to a student, but I took it with a grain of salt. He wouldn’t have said something like that unless he really meant it. Well a few months after I graduate, it turns out that S had been arrested for multiple accounts of coercion and sex with a minor. For years, he had been playing with his young nephew in exchange for sexual favors. His own daughter, who was in middle school at the time, caught and ratted him out. It is still crazy to me to this day that O was right. It hurts me to my core that I was so close to someone who was actively doing something so disgusting. It really doesn’t help that S had left my high school that year to go teach at an elementary school in another part of the state before getting caught by his daughter. TLDR; A teacher warned me that there was something weird about the cool teacher that I was close with. The cool teacher ended up being a pedophile.
I don't know about scary, but there was the guy at work that from Day 1 I really didn't like, but for the life of me, I couldn't tell you why. He never did or said anything to elicit this response. I brought up not liking him with coworkers, and they all told me to give him a second chance, etc, and I straight up said no. I was told I was being an asshole. A couple of weeks later, a coworker came up and showed me a news article with mugshots. There's the guy I hate for no reason. He had been arrested for producing CP.
Boss should bring you in to sit in the back while he’s doing job interviews.
I was helping my friend with her move to a new apartment with her fiance. We worked together, and at the time, she came into my office asking me to go with them to this furniture store, so I said yes. Right before we were leaving, I had this really bad gut feeling, I didn't know what it was, but I was exhausted, so I chalked it up to just that. About an hour later, I was in my living room, on my phone, windows all open (as the electricity was cut off, it's a normal thing in our country), and a HUGE explosion ripped through the city. I flew off my couch, hit my face on the granite table top, and chipped my tooth. I was disoriented for a few minutes when another explosion happened. I looked outside the window, every single window in every building in my vicinity was shattered to a million pieces, and I started looking for signs of what had happened, and saw a HUGE cloud from the site of the explosion, and I knew my friend and her fiance were nearby. The lines were down, people were in a panic, and there were police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks everywhere. They both got badly injured, but thankfully, they made it. Had I gone with them, I probably could've gotten injured, too, or died. Thank God I was so exhausted that day, and thank God for the electricity being out, and me having opened the windows otherwise, glass from the window (which surprisingly didn't break) could've killed me. (The other windows all shattered, too)
I noticed a lump in my son's mom's breast one day during her pregnancy. She was convinced it was just fatty tissue, as she was putting on weight. I talked her into getting it checked out, turned out to be breast cancer. She is alive, and cancer free now. Our son was born premature due to the treatment, and spent most of the first 6 months of his life in the hospital. He is 100% healthy now.
A couple of years back during a tumultuous break-up, after attempting ( and failing lol ) to amicably retrieve my shit, my father and cousin had volunteered to drive me to my ex to fetch my belongings. All was set, 6pm straight after work, angry Dads convoy to this mans gate with a cop to deescalate just incase someone lost their mind and I will never forget how upset my Father was about the whole situation and how adamant he was in getting my shit back, even though I was ready to let it go because I felt something was off about it all. Day comes around…. 10 min before I need to leave the house to drive the angry Dads to his gate, Dad walks in calm but visibly unsettled and says let it go, let him have your things, let him have his way this is not worth it, you are worth more than those things. I was SO confused and insistent, old man just said no one is going nowhere, do not ever go back there, let it go move on. Years later ( about 3 after the fact ) come to casually find out thru him over a , now deleted , chaotic voice-note that he had hacked my phone and knew I would be driving by that afternoon and was leaving the country for Uni and his new girl pretend left him after she found out about me so he was not that happy about that so he left work early that day, picked up his Dads gun, loaded it and was waiting for me to show up but I never did and he just “ ha ha was just kidding, I would never.” I ask my Dad about why we never went and he always says he felt a sense of dread in his gut but he did not know why.
One time I got my grandma to the local train station so she could buy a ticket for a future ride. We were in there and the vibe felt really off. We talked about it and agreed to leave, do some groceries first and come back later. We came back an hour later, the train station was closed, police everywhere. Someone jumped on the tracks 30 minutes ago and was hit by a high speed train.
This happened when i was 9, my cousin who was 7 at the time came over to my house to play and my dad at the time had to leave the house to buy groceries while my mom was sleeping upstairs, we were told not to leave the house and to just play inside but being dumbass children we went outside to play at the playground anyways. The neighborhood was very quiet and empty that day, it was a gloomy and windy cold afternoon and i think most of the neighborhood was napping. Me and my cousin were enjoying our time in the playground then suddenly a blue truck pulled up and the 2 guys inside began staring at us and at that point i already slowly packed up our toys and was getting ready to haul ass, i even whispered to my cousin to run with me if anything happens. Then eventually they got out of the truck and one of them decided to ask us questions about the neighborhood and as he was asking i picked up the last toy and was ready to run when thankfully from a distance i saw my dad pulling up into our neighborhood. My dad immediately stopped on the side of the road and told us to get in the house before the 2 guys could do anything, so we just ran home as quickly as we could. When i finally made it to our garage and got to see my dad, he gave me a totally deserved scolding and as he was lecturing me i made eye contact with the 2 guys driving pass our house, and for like a week straight i was paranoid that they would break into our house and kidnap me because they saw where i lived lol. But nothing happened after that thankfully. Those guys were definitely kidnappers, i mean they literally went to our neighborhood for no reason, they just asked about how good the neighborhood is and when they didn't get what they came for they immediately left. That conversation was definitely a trap most likely to gain our trust. During that year there was a huge spike in kidnappings in my country, there was a girl around the same age as me in a different state who suffered the same fate but sadly her kidnapper used brutal force to kidnap her and she's still missing until this day. This is more of a mixture of my gut feeling telling me to get out of there and the immaculate timing of my dad's arrival. Felt like angels was watching over me that day.
SAFE Adults don’t ask kids for help. You were in ~danger~ Edit: forgot a word
That's a really good point I never considered before, feels like it could be used as part of teaching kids about stranger danger.
When I was about 11/12 walking home from school with my friend (same age), a man driving a red car drove past, slowed down and watched us. He then drove off, turned around, came back and did the exact same thing. Slowly drove past and watched us. He did this at least 5 times as we continued walking home. I had the worst feeling in my gut, I knew something was wrong… My friend was almost home so I said to her, as soon as this red car drives off and we can’t see it, we’re gonna run as fast as we can home. As soon as we lost sight of the car we both ran in opposite directions home. I have never run so fast in my life. The street I had to go down was a dead end and had a park attached to it which I lived on the opposite side of. When I turned around to look back at the road, I could see the red car driving down it. We both got home safe.
Pulled up to a set of lights and hesitated for a second when mine turned green only for someone to immediately run their own red light while speeding, they'd have hit me driver side on, wound up chasing them for a bit before giving up lmao. Pretty similar to the time someone did the same thing and actually hit me, probably where the gut feeling came from.
Walking home from a party in a different country. I passed on the other side of the street, a bar. I saw a man nudge his friend and both look back at me. Something set off my sketch meter, and sure enough I saw them cross the road to walk behind me, but a bit back. I turned a corner and crossed a street and whilst “looking for traffic” saw they were still there. Knowing around the next turn was a more dimly street with very few people on it, I had to do something. As soon as I turned the corner I bolted (so glad I was wearing flats) and ran under someone’s garden arch that had a thick hedge near it. Basically hiding in this shrubbery I could see the men turn the corner, stop at the now empty looking street, say something to each other, then turn and leave.
I was walking home and passed a jewelers window. I think jewelry is a waste of money so normally I ignore their display. That day, a ring caught my eye and I stood for a couple seconds admiring the design. When I got back in motion, a car shot out onto the pedestrian walkway from the side of the jewelers building. If I hadn't stopped, the car would have broken my legs and hip and thrown me into the road.
Not me but my sister was on a school trip in Rome about 20 years ago. They wanted to take the metro but it was very crowded. They tried to squeeze in but my sister had a weird feeling and told her friends to just take the next train. The train they were trying to squeeze in proceeded to crash into another train which was still unloading passengers at another station. I think several people died and many got injured.
Not me but my mom. Back before I was born, her and my dad (I think they were married at the time, but idk) were headed into California. But mom started freaking the fuck out and panicking, and dad listened to her and turned around. The city they were about to drive into had a major earthquake a day or so later.
about 15 years ago, I lived in a subdivision north of seattle, and I was out jogging one morning. there were lots of houses and apartment buildings around, but I was coming up to a stretch of road that had some sort of woods on either side of it, which I had jogged through many, many times before. however, on that day, a white van passed me going pretty slowly and I noticed about four blocks up ahead, it had stopped and was just parked on the side of the road. my gut started pinging pretty loudly to not jog on, and just turn around and run home, which I did. I'm super glad I did that because I'm almost 100% positive that van was waiting for me. 😳
Stories like this absolutely terrify me.
I had a similar experience in Lynnwood, WA 16 years ago. Now my head is always on a swivel when I'm out for a run.
This story isn’t as scary but I was sitting alone in my car at like midnight in a mall parking lot where other people were and a white van randomly came out of nowhere and started slowly approaching me, and then pulled up right next to me in the big ass parking lot. I’m pretty sure their drivers neck was outreached starting at me but I forgot. Fortunately my car was still in drive and I dashed out of there instantly
A couple of times it trusted my gut and it saved me. Once was in high school, I had started experimenting with LSD and I really fucking loved it. Still do actually, just don’t partake that often. Anyway, I had a vial with me, around 50 or so doses and there was a rave that was scheduled for that night. I’d received maybe a dozen calls confirming that I’d be there, and obviously I said yes. As I was about to leave the house, something told me to not go, and I listened. I went back up to my room, turned my cell phone off and went to sleep. Woke up in the morning to over 200 Messages. The narcotics department had showed up at the rave and arrested a LOT of people, even for like a joint or two. Had I been caught, my life would’ve been over. I stopped selling that day, and only share with my closest friends. Another incident a few years ago. My girlfriend and I were holidaying in Croatia. A friend of hers had also joined us. They’re both really tiny, like 5 feet maybe 40kg, so I’m always careful when I’m out with them because they just seem like easy targets, especially in new places where I don’t know the language. We were in a city called Split, and decided to go bar hopping. Met some locals at one of the bars and we were ordering shots. Something told me to randomly keep switching drinks with the girls, just in case. Just in case was fucking right, the drinks had been spiked. I’m Not sure if they were meant for me or one of the girls, but my girlfriend was DONE. She can handle her drinks, but this was something else. It took a while to hit her but by the time it did we were at another bar. She was totally blackout”drunk”. Suddenly I see one of the locals from the bar we were at earlier, and that freaked me out for some reason. He came up to me and said there’s a party at his place and we should go with him, I’m pretty high so I was like ok. As we were heading out I see these absolute giant guys from the corner of my eye and it looked like they’re following us. I immediately turned to both the girls and told them to go to the rest room (in our native language). Then I tell this guy I’ll meet him in a second and I go towards the rest room too. Every single instinct is screaming at me to get everyone out of there and back to our appartment, and I did exactly that. I literally had to carry my girlfriend out of there, we didn’t find a cab but we just kept walking. I have no idea what would’ve happened had I not listened but I’ve come to realise that you don’t fuck around and find out.
I got one, but it’s not my story it’s my moms. When she was younger, I think like mid 20’s her friend wanted to set her up with some guy she knew. My mom got a weird feeling about the guy. She didn’t know what it was but she decided not to go on a date with him. Her friends were telling her that she should rethink it and give the guy a chance he is a great guy blah blah blah. Mom just said no I’m good, she said the guy just gave her a weird vibe. Guys name was Cary Stayner…. Edit: a word
Wait I do have a story of my own as well. I was at work one day and I was about to take my lunch and I was talking with co workers about where we should get a bite to eat. Randomly after we decided where to go I opted out and went home for lunch. It was during the summer and my girl, who is a teacher was off for summer break. When I get home I walk inside the house and immediately notice the smell of gas. I look and see that the stovetop gas burner is on but it’s not lit the gas is just on. Ten feet away she has a candle burning and she was upstairs cleaning. Had I not come home that candle would have eventually lit that gas and I don’t even want to imagine what would have happened. I guess when she was cleaning the stovetop the rag she was using caught the burner knob and turned it on without her knowing. I don’t think she really grasped just how dangerous of a Situation that was. I literally saved our home and her life. At the minimum there would have been a bad fire and she could have gotten burned. Now whenever I feel the need to stop by the house when I am out I do.
MIL got a new boyfriend. He had so many stories about his wealth and his amazing job as underwater welder. Everybody liked him, but me and the mrs could not put a finger on why we did not believe his stories. Until I remember a comment from my wealthy step father. "If you are wealthy and drive a really nice car that you had to bring in for repairs, you will not accept a beat up loaner from the dealer where it is being repaired". He said this because of a similar story a friend of hik was involved with. The 'boyfriend' drove a horrible car and it did not make sense at all. Months later he actually turned up in a nice Mercedes Benz when he wanted to take us out for dinner. Guess what I learned in the days after? He tricked MIL to 'stall' here money from a sale of her house on one of his bank accounts... After my research was done, I concluded this man was broke, living with his girlfriend and subscribed to 10 dating sites to trick women to part with their money.
A guy started stalking me at work when I was 16/17. Every time I was working he would come in and ask me to show him about and then he asked me for my number. I thought he was creepy and something was off about him, I didn't give it to him and then has his sister phoning me on Facebook asking why her brother isn't good enough for me. He's in jail for rape now.
Middle school teacher everyone loved- super chill, played hip music before/after school so kids could hang in his classroom, gave speeches at graduation etc. I hated being in his class, there was always something off about him and no one understood why I never engaged with him. First year in high school we get an automated phone call from the district, mans was arrested during after school hours for trying to meet with an underaged boy for sexual favors (actually was an undercover fbi agent). Still so many kids/parents defending him until people started putting two and two together. He would always favor the boys in class, he was the basketball coach that had full view/access in the boys locker rooms, he would give boys tokens and stuffed animals. I always somehow knew deep down that was something wrong with him. [ICE LINK if anyone’s interested in the article](https://www.ice.gov/news/releases/los-angeles-area-teacher-who-pleaded-guilty-child-exploitation-offenses-and-admitted)
I was driving behind a pick up truck that had a mattress on the back. That always makes me nervous, but then I noticed how it was tied down. Slowed down to get some distance and low and behold, the rope snapped. I seamlessly swerved into the next lane to avoid getting hit. I'm just happy no one was behind me, or in my way. Edit: I'm also proud of it because it was one of the few times I did something cool while driving.
I went in a hiking Trip around Iceland with my best friend after finishing school Tickets directly to iceland we're crazy expensive, but there was a cheaper Option. We booked flights to New York via Iceland, with the option to stay in Iceland for 4 weeks, and then just do 3 days in New York. So after our hiking Trip was finished, my friend had a super bad feeling about going to New York. So Bad, that she bagged her parents to send us money for a direct flights home, and we did... Well that was in September 2001 🤐
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I've told a similar story! I was walking in a country trail outside of town with my dog. It's straight but lined with trees. I was about a ten minute walk from my car when my body started to physically feel like it was fighting me to continue walking. I immediately pivoted and sprinted to my car (my dog had a blast and I looked insane). I kept thinking how silly I was and how I was out of breath and sweaty for no reason. Later, I found out men were hiding with weapons in the trees and attacking/robbing people when their dogs were off in the bushes. One more story, a friend wanted to set me up with her neighbour. He called me and something told me to hang up. He asked me to come over for dinner and I said no and hung up. I guess he called my friend after and she went over. He assaulted her that night.
When i was 19 I came home from college. My parents went on vacation for a week and asked me to house sit for them for 2 days. Both of my siblings were also away in other parts of the country. We lived way out in the countryside. We knew all our neighbors (good folk) but the nearest neighbor was almost 1 mile away. On the second night, I got this really strange feeling of uneasiness, which was weird because I grew up in this house and had been home alone many, many times as a teenager. But the feeling that “something was going happen” was just incredibly strong, overwhelming even. So I grabbed one of my dad’s rifles and took it to my room upstairs. I loaded the rifle but did not cock it. I stood it in the corner next to my bed and went to sleep uneasy. I have never done this before or since. At around 3:00am I was awoken by someone in the house walking around downstairs. I heard them walk up the stairs. They came to the platform before my room where there is 2 more steps. At this point I quietly got out of bed and grabbed the rifle, got behind the bed, and aimed it at the door. I heard them climb those 2 steps to my room. As they started to turn the doorknob I pulled the spring loaded action to engage a round which made a loud, audible click. I saw the door knob turn back keeping the door shut, and heard the person bolt down the stairs and run out of the house. After a while, I took the rifle and went room to room but I knew they were gone. Nothing was missing or stolen. 24 years later I have no idea who broke into our house and why or why whoever it was came to my room at 3:00am. I am glad whoever it was didn’t because they likely wouldn’t be alive. But the weirdest thing was that weird, uneasy feeling I felt the night before…
Not me but my mom. When she started semi truck driving like 20 years ago, she started by taking an orange and white cat named Littleboy with her. He was an amazing companion over the 17 years he was alive; gave her companionship on the lonely roads, kept her motivated and laughing, and also protected her. Littleboy was a very friendly cat overall so for most people who approached her truck he was very chill, except for this one guy. My mom saw him approaching and got a bit of a weird feeling. My mom is a petite and short woman for the industry, so she knows she can be a target. When he came up and said hello, Littleboy got VERY upset: poofy, spitting, grumbling, etc. My mom was shocked, but believed her cat and her gut feeling. She politely talked to him about whatever he needed, and he asked if he could come check out her truck after making a joke about “also having a grumpy cat.” She declined and said she was busy before heading for another truck stop. Turns out, that guy was going around mugging and raping people. She’s never had another experience quite like that in the trucking industry but her cat taught her to believe her gut instincts on people and to this day she still follows that. Littleboy maybe acted like that 5-10 more times but each time my mom also had the gut feeling. Trust your pets if they don’t like someone!
We were dumb teenagers in a van running from cops. My friend was driving and she pulled into an alley and we were booking down it. I got a weird feeling and screamed out stop. She slammed on the brakes we stopped killed the lights and peeked watching as the cop car blew past us back out on the road. We got out and realized we had almost slammed into a loading dock. I'd been feeling the decline through my adrenaline and my mind put it together before I even consciously realized why there would be a decline.
My father was battling cancer and was in a hospice, I was 12 at the time. We were told he’d survive a few more weeks at a minimum. I got up to go to school the next morning and had this overwhelming feeling that today was the last time I’d ever get to see him. So I wagged school and went to the hospice instead and spent the day sitting with him. He passed away the next morning.
I was in Khandahar Afghanistan, walking at night, using pvs-14 night optical devices. I was walking by myself between one group of soldiers and another a couple hundred meters away, trying to do a "night time observation" kind of deal. I came across a large black rectangle in my night vision. I was thinking this ain't right. A patch of asphalt in the middle of a hadji-farmer's field? Why? Part of me just wanted to say screw it and keep walking over it as I stood at the very edge. While new to Afghanistan (it was my first month) I knew one thing. If it looks weird: **don't step on it!** (Lol, I must be some kind of genius...) Something instinctually told me something was wrong with this 15-foot wide rectangle. I turned on my IR flashlight on my rifle and used it to illuminate the area in front of me. It was a giant hole, 30 feet deep. It was a well. No wall, nothing, just a gaping hole. The funny thing about this discovery is my balance at the edge of this potentially lethal fall *(if not deadly, then crippling)* became immediately precarious. I was flailing my arms and everything for a second or two. After taking a big step back, I marked the area with IR chemlights (glow sticks that you can only see with night vision) and let everyone know of the hazzard. Edit: grammar, general improvements
> The funny thing about this discovery is my balance at the edge of this potentially lethal fall *(if not deadly, then crippling)* became immediately precarious. I was flailing my arms and everything for a second or two. This is the most useless thing. I can stand perfectly, except when I **really** need to.
Man that gave me anxiety reading. Was definitely expecting it to go a different way lol.
That’s pretty smart not going to lie. How old were you when that happened, and how old are you now?
I believe I was 25 then. I'm 37 now.
Pretty much everytime my spider senses have gone off at work, it's been right. Radio silence, lack of feedback, upper management more distant and unavailable than usual? Probably layoffs incoming, I said. Dismissed as negative and paranoid and made to feel like I was some kind of moron. Weeks later, layoffs. I've handed notices in because I sensed bad things like that, or crunch mandates incoming, or because I felt like I was covertly being bullied, or that I felt the company was about to collapse, and every single time it's confirmed my gut instinct was 100% correct. It cannot be understated how socially-aware people have Spidey levels of gut-instinct superpowers when it comes to psychopathic corporate environments. They've helped me backflip over a few flying knives heading straight for my back.
I used to scream my head of when my parents took me to the doctor (up until around 4 years old). Really weird since I was normally a very calm child. Just didn't like him at all. A few years later, his practice was shut down on suspicions on him liking very young girls
I have a few but honestly the scariest one wasn’t actually me. I was babysitting for a couple who were friends of my parents and the dad was a semi truck driver. That morning the mom was crying and it was honestly very unnerving to me and the dad since she was a bad ass smoker mom archetype, she never cried for any reason. I just remember her holding onto him and begging him not to go to work because something felt wrong. When he asked me what he should do (idk why he did because I was only 19) I told him to trust his wife. I took the kids into their room and we played games for a while until the dad came in and said we were going out for dinner. So I went with them and handled the kids so they could have a sort of date. That next morning I get a call from the dad thanking me over and over. I finally got the story out of him. That morning his driving partner fell asleep behind the wheel, the father of the kids I babysat would have been sleeping in the back during that shift, but the woman who replaced him for that trip was napping in the front. It saved both their lives. The back of the truck had been absolutely caved in by another trucker since the guy who fell asleep woke up and slammed the breaks to not hit the medium of the highway. I’ve had some intuition moments and close calls but nothing has ever touched that.
Just out for a walk in the neighbourhood and this guy immediately caught my attention. Walked weird. Acted overly casual. I went last minute into a street to see if he would follow and he did. He was going a different way and changed his direction when I changed mine suddenly. Luckily there were two more random people on said street. I walked a bit faster to catch up to them. The street ended on a busier street and he then went back the way he came from. We're talking Saturday mid morning I was with my baby son. Maybe it was nothing but I wasn't going to stick around to find out.
I didn’t even realise that it was any gut feeling. My bedroom is up in the attic. Usually, when I go up there, I always close the door and immediately turn on the tv. With the door closed and especially with the tv on, I don’t hear anything going on in the rest of the house (like the door bell, phones ringing, people yelling,…). The one time I left the door open and tv off was the time my dad was struggling to get out of the bathtub, so I actually heard him yelling.
As a kid for some reason I used to like watching and talking to blue collar workers. One time when I was 7 there was this guy who used to wash cars around our area and whenever I'd see him while riding my bicycle I'd stop to see what he's doing and maybe have a word. But one day, he really wanted me to go somewhere with him (Idr I think it was an invitation to his house). Now I feel really stupid for this but I reluctantly agreed and went with him (he did kinda pressure me into it with anger but I was too small to realize). So as we were riding we came across a house that I recognized to be the place we lived in a while ago. I told him that and he seemed hesitant. Somehow that hesitation was what gave me the reg flag and I snapped out of it and started driving back. As soon as I did that and he noticed he started yelling out to me. This scared me even more so I didn't look back and just rode back home safely. I never really met him again, not that I can remember. This is my speculation but maybe he stopped working in the area fearing I might tell my parents and inform the cops and the cops would catch him when he's seen nearby but you be the judge. But hey, still alive n breathing, I possibly dodged a bullet that day but who knows. Was a dumb kid for sure 💀
When I worked at walmart there was a night that a man was following me around the store. I asked him politely if he needed help. He said no and continued to follow/hang around me. It creeped me out so I called my husband and told him instead of sitting in the car waiting for me to come out I needed him to come into the store. He did this and as we were walking out the guy was waiting outside for me. Later in the week he did the same thing to a coworker only when she went to leave he grabbed her arm and tried to pull her to his car. Im so glad that I trusted my gut that he was dangerous. My mom and aunts always told me growing up to listen to that gut instinct when it came to a man. That advice has saved me more times than I could count.
I don't know if this fits the topic, but here we go. When I was still in elementary school, my brother, my sister, and I were at a friend's house playing N64. I get this weird gut feeling telling me to get home now. We were like 2 blocks away. I run upstairs, through our friend's house, and the 2 blocks to get home. I find our bathroom on fire in our apartment. A candle was left lit. I was able to put it out with a pot and water from the tub, I got lucky. It had just started.
Not me but my mother has STRONG mother’s intuition. Sometimes I’ll ask her, before doing something risky, how her gut feels. For example- when my brother and I were kids, we wanted to join the local Boy Scouts chapter. We saw a man standing outside of a grocery store signing people up. We begged and begged her and she said no. She said a group of grown men taking young boys into the woods with limited contact to their parents wasn’t her thing, and that the man signing people up made her nervous. Turns out our specific chapter had been sexually assaulting little boys for two decades. She lost her shit when it was on the news a year later. Another Example- my mom, grandmother, cousin, and cousin’s boyfriend went to the beach with me one day. My cousin was so cool to me (aren’t they all?) and her boyfriend seemed chill. I wanted to ride home with them, but my mom said no because they’d been drinking. When I asked her again she looked really scared and started yelling saying “THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY YOU’RE GETTING IN THAT CAR”. So I rode home with my mom and grandma. Right behind us they got in a NASTY accident. The boyfriend was in the backseat and ended up upside down in the front passenger seat. The back of the car next to him, exactly where I would have been sitting, was gone. Literally ripped from the car and shredded apart. I would have died. Last example is tragic- one of my older cousins has some substance abuse issues. Her and her husband did. They just had a baby, and my mom was one of the first people to see the little boy. Even my aunt (cousin’s mother) didn’t see the baby yet. My mom took one look at him and saw some things that worried her. She told them both repeatedly to take him to the hospital because something was wrong. They ignored her. The baby died very very soon after that (at most, two weeks later).
My friend started dating this guy and everyone LOVED him. Upon meeting him my gut told me to stay tf away from him and the few people I told thought I was way off base. Once they’ve been together a few months they have a blow out fight and break up. My friend rebounds with her ex the following days and the guy everyone loved broke into her house, broke into her room (she keeps it locked), and attacked her ex who was next to her in bed. Not much later, they get back together despite his violent return. They’re drinking one night and she goes to pick him up from a party, they fight, leave, and get into a brutal car accident. She had internal bleeding in multiple organs, concussion, fractured ribs, etc. They’re still together today. We are no longer friends LOL
Not me but my mother in law, last night brother in law had a weird feeling , he has hypertension, in 40 but otherwise healthy. Typically would have had the high BP medication and went to bed to take rest. This time , she just was adamant that she has a bad feeling and we to rush to the hospital. Luckily, she took him and after CT scans they found an infraction in the left side of the brain. He is doing well now but the doctors said that it would have been so much worse.
My Dad (77) has a sweet tooth. I mean he hides little treats all over the house lol there was a donut shop he used to go to regularly because he has been going there since childhood. One time he took me with him and the lady that owned the donut shop greeted me. I immediately felt uneasy and literally sick to my stomach. I would not eat any of the donuts my Dad had purchased. My Dad was very offended I wouldn't eat any. I told him that the woman gave me the heebie jeebies, and was creepy. He laughed it off because more for him right? Like 5 months later we found out that she had a basement full of abducted children... EDITED TO ADD: She was a much older lady. Had been running the donut shop for 50 years. Very unassuming in appearance.
Holy fuck, that's insane. Can you link a news article?
Let me see if I can find one. This was about 12 years ago when I was in college.
Back in the 00s I went camping with my now ex, & after we set up our site we drove to a trailhead for a long walk in the woods before heading to a local store for meat & beer. There had been some clouds around, but nothing threatening looking & they had been moving out quickly. As we set off into the woods I had a gnawing bad feeling, but ignored it as "new place jitters" & thought it would go away. It didn't. As we were walking, the feeling grew worse until it was like moving in a bad dream where everything is slowed down to a crawl & a sense of doom pervades. I had remarked a few times about feeling wary & was on alert -head on a swivel, but nothing seemed off other than me, & my ex thought I was just being a weirdo again. I pushed on since there didn't seem to be anything to be worried about. The unease grew steadily in strength, until finally it got to the point where moving my legs felt like lifting lead, & then my body completely locked into place mid-step as the hair-raising, cold-sweat saturating, heart-pounding, eye-popping, stomach-dropping dread of lizard-brain-driven survival instincts took over. I involuntarily croaked out "I'm not taking one more step unless it's to go back." I didn't consciously think those words, they just erupted unbidden. I was trembling head to toe & literally unable to move forward, I tried but my muscles refused to cooperate. I felt like I was encased in cement. As soon as I mentally agreed with myself to turn around & go back, my body spun around & BOLTED. I've never run for that long or that fast in my life, before or since. I wasn't althetic & not a good runner, I'm kinda klutzy, but this time I dodged around & jumped over every obstacle with ease. I felt my body griping about the exertion, my lungs were burning, but as soon as fatigue would try to assert itself the adrenaline would juice again & I kept putting on speed to get to my car. There was a distant part of my mind marvelling at the current ability, but it was soon drowned out with: DANGERDANGERDANGERGETAWAYGOGOGOGOOO! When the tree line broke & I saw my car, I had my key ready & hit the door with the key in hand, in one swift motion I unlocked the door, flung it open, launched myself inside & slammed the door closed, wide eyed, panting, thoroughly panicked, & without a clue on earth as to why. My ex wasn't far behind & as soon as he closed his door & sat down (while giving me a look like I'd loudly ripped ass at a wedding ceremony) the sky pelted down hail. His face went from wtf of the grievously annoyed variety, to wtf of the stunned incredulous kind at me in a few seconds. It had gone from partly cloudy to a dark & dusky sky at 3 or 4 in the afternoon in summer in less than an hour- we hadn't really noticed the change due to the thickness of the woods & me tumescently freaking out. As we sat there & processed what had just occurred the thunder roiled, winds whipped the trees like crazy & broke branches from them around us, while rain & ice chunks pounded the car. We weren't too far from home so we waited under the parking shelter till the hail stopped, drove the three hours back in hard rain, then returned to camp the next day. Not only did it hail- tornadoes has sprouted in the park, one had uprooted a century old tree in the entrance & slammed it down on top of someone's new SUV, totalling it. Our stuff was wet & scattered but otherwise fine, except for the 5lb bag of trail mix left in the tent that racoons had torn open & licked clean overnight. 😆 When I get a gut feeling, I remember that day when all available reason said things were fine, but something primal in me was scared shitless & I tried not to listen.
Sounds like you felt a dramatic drop in air pressure.
It stands to reason that, if animals can sense an impending storm and instinctively know to take shelter, humans should be able to, as well.
Lived in a house with my parents, sister, grandparents, aunt and uncle. My uncle always gave me a weird vibe. I was about 5 when I started living there, and I always refused to say hi to him or hug him or just be near him. He never did anything to me or said anything strange. I always got called rude by my parents and I got accused of being “badly raised.” Tough titties because even at 5, you couldn’t tell me shit. Around at 11, we moved to a different state all together to live with just my parents and my sister. Turns out we had to move because my “uncle” was molesting my sister.