40 Times People Felt That “Something Was Very Wrong Here” And It Turned Out To Be True, As Shared In This Online Community
Most often people try to be logical and act according to what their brain and common sense tells them, but sometimes an unexplainable feeling might say to do the opposite and following it might be the right thing to do.
We might dismiss those bad feelings as us being paranoid, but turns out, some people do have a good intuition and can feel when something’s wrong or notice subtle cues that for them are more obvious than others.
This is evident from the answers in the thread started by Iron-Shield who asked “When did your ‘Something is very wrong here’ feeling turn out to be true?” People shared some incredible stories and in some cases their sixth sense saved their lives.
Have you been in a similar situation? Let us know the story in the comments! Also, don’t forget to upvote the answers that you found the most interesting.
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I used to work in a big city as a medical emergency responder/dispatcher.
One night I arrive to my shift , and like one hour later I get this call. A man calling for his wife who was choking on food, and who suddenly started to "feel better" whilst the call, wich made him change his mind and say he didn't need an ambulance anymore.
I could've stopped the call there, cancel or rank it as a low priority. But I had this feeling, and when the man asked me if I wanted to speak to her I said yes.
"Ma'am this is the emergency services, are you sure that you don't need help of any kind? "
No answer
"Would need the services of the police ?"
-"Maybe."
So I ask
"Is the guy beside you dangerous ?"
-"Yes"
Man, the rush of adrenaline I got. I made her go to safety and then she told me all about how he had been beating her for a long time, how she had no way to get out of this, that she was chocking while eating because of the stress of being beside him...
I worked with the police and they went on the scene, probably preventing the woman from being beaten up again.
Always trust your instinct
I wonder why he asked the dispatcher if s/he wanted to speak to the woman?
I feel he did so thinking if they didn't talk to her - services would be sent as he was calling for her. Felt he could head that off. He hadn't done anything (as far as he was concerned) she was choking on food.
Load More Replies...It’s odd that the guy called and then offered to put his wife on the phone in this scenario (where he’s abusing the wife). Not doubting the poster, it’s very fortunate the abuser allowed contact so that the victim could be rescued.
He called because she was choking, then he put her on the phone to prove she was better so that they wouldn't send anyone.
Load More Replies...I hope she isn't so lost on this path that she refuses to press charges. Unfortunately that is how a lot of these stories go
I tried to help a girl that was being abused. She kept begging him to take her back every time. It’s heart breaking, but sometimes there is nothing you can do.
Load More Replies...Good for you and her for following your instincts. You are a good person doing good things. Thank you
One night during finals my junior year at university I received a text from my father at 1:30am.
"I love you."
My heart sunk. My family is not affectionate. My family doesn't say "I love you". My father does not text me. For some reason I woke up 3 mins after receiving the text while my phone was on silent. I called to see if he was okay. No answer.
I immediately got in the my car and tore off to my dad's place. I let myself in and found him in bed with a handful of pills and a loaded pistol on his nightstand. He immediately broke down in tears and I held him for what seemed like an hour.
I saved my father's life that night and have always checked in on him since. He's in a much better place now.
Just an honest question: if it went wrong, are we angry at someone? If so: who?
Load More Replies...I remember when everyone on my floor at uni was out/away except me and this one girl who didn't really fit in. I was going to a costume party later. I asked her if she was going and she said no, she was going to study and then nap. I didn't really know her well. Her roommate was my friend, and she had gone home for the weekend. I was listening to music, getting ready and just before I left, I thought I would check on her one more time. I don't know why. We really weren't close or friends or anything. Just my spidey-senses was buzzing. I knocked. No answer. I just went in. She was a really terrible colour and beside her were a bunch of empty pill containers. Before cell phones. So I had to leg it down lots of flights of stairs, yelling at people to find a real adult, while I used the payphone to call an ambulance. She survived. She moved to live in a different dorm. Never saw her again. But she lived. That's what matters.
Often times those who are on the edge will each out to the person that they know can save them. They'll rarely say that's why they reached out. But they know
Listen to that gut. Always. I went home today on my lunch to check on my husband because I was worried he had gotten bad news. He was ok. But I would have hated myself if something had happened and I didn't listen to the way I was feeling.
My dad was once in his room and I popped up on him as he was about to unalive himself. I didn't know at the time, he told me about a year or so later (I was 14 at the time so 20 yrs ago)
Flowers kept disappearing from the church where I did organ practice. So, the pastor asked me to "keep an eye" to see if I noticed anything unusual during daily practice sessions.
Mid-afternoon, after area schools got out, I noticed a boy would come into the open church on his way home to pray and listen to the organ. But then, from the mirror on the console, I saw him taking flowers from the altar area just before he left. Finally, I asked him why.
Turns out he was taking them to his grandmother's grave in the cemetery adjacent to the church. With tearful eyes, he said "his family couldn't afford flowers, and he wanted to do something special with the ones leftover from Sunday services and bring them to her grave because his grandma had loved flowers when she was still alive."
And that he is still allowed ( if he needs to) take leftover flowers from the church.
Load More Replies...This one doesn't really belong on this list... Oh wait, it's because the organist didn't jump straight to turning the boy in, they realized something about the boy was off. Hope he is okay and rest in peace, Grandma.
I can't think of a better way to use second hand flowers. It probably made the boy feel better that he could do that one thing for his grandma.
40 Times People Felt That “Something Was Very Wrong Here” Way to fail twice with your post. Nobody felt anything nor was anything very wrong.
Jean Val Jean sent to prison for stealing a loaf of bread... we will do horrible things for those we love...
Flowers are such a lovely gift. I LOVED when my son used to pick the wild ones and bring them home cause he knew I loved them. Such a special memory
My siblings and I were swimming at a neighbors house with their kid, but the adults were inside. Randomly a thought came into my head of "Wheres my sister at?". She easily couldve gone inside or have walked across the street and be home but i felt like I needed to find her ASAP. I got all of us kids to search when we noticed she was at the bottom of the pool, completely blue.
She made a complete recovery and is one of the best parts of my life.
I got a similar story here. My friends and I used to learn to swim in a community pool. So one time, this boy (older than us) was, for some reason, walking in the water instead of swimming, and felt his feet kick something at the bottom. He reached for the thing with both hands and brought out a small girl, completely blue. All the parents helped him bring her out, and did the cpr. If she hadn't been rescued then, a few minutes more could have killed her. Turned out, her father was also present there inside the pool, busy talking on the phone. He had no idea where and what his kids (boy and girl) were doing.
Contrary to what might have been shown in movies, drowning people make very little noise and often just slip under the water unnoticed.
Very true. In high school, I worked at a pool as a lifeguard one summer. Saved a kid who was worn out from playing - a group of boys had been jumping off the diving boards & racing to the shallow end, so I was keeping watch on them. I didn't see one 'finish' his race & spotted him in the deep end, just bobbing up & down looking terrified. I blew my whistle as loud as I could, jumped in off my 'tower' & got him to the edge of the pool. The kid tried to climb out on me before we got to the side & pushed me under. Luckily I was able to push him to the edge from underwater, but got my nose full of water & had sinus issues for decades afterwards, lol
Load More Replies...I was babysitting three little girls (my parents made the choice for me. I was 10. They were 5, 3, and 2.) So I was left at the pool with them. The first one could doggy paddle. The two smaller ones were not swimmers. But I was stuck taking care of them. So I thought I would line them up and they would take it in turns to jump to me, then I would support them while they kicked back to the side of the pool. We did this a few times and they were doing great. I did one, I did two, and three was nowhere to be seen. She was at the bottom of the pool. She just didn't want to wait her turn again. Fortunately, she knew how to hold her breath and she was fine. Completely unfazed in fact. I, on the other hand, was traumatized. My parents were always signing me up for babysitting that I really didn't want to do!
Ten is very young for babysitting, especially at a pool!
Load More Replies...I don’t know what the ages of the kids are, here, but why were all the adults inside? Clearly the rest of the kids were not old enough to be concerned or raise alarm when one of them “disappeared”. My friend works in theatres in a kids hospital and recently participated in an organ harvest on a 12 year old who was playing the “who can hold their breathe for the longest” game with his friends and suffered cardiac arrest while under the water. He was brain dead when he got to hospital and his wonderful family chose to donate his organs. Awful, awful situation. Kids should not be left in a pool unattended by adults.
Sorry to criticise but never, ever should kids be left unsupervised by at least one adults when in a swimming pool. NEVER, EVER.
Once drowned in local bath place, when I am not yet learn to swim.. People still remember the incident, because is a rare thing a boy could not swim.. Because we are a beach-guy society lol..
We have a huge number of deaths each year in Australia because people, but migrants and non-migrants, spend time at the beach or river even if they don't know how to swim, because it gets so hot here.
Load More Replies...I think your sister sent you a message, a distress call if you will.
There is such a thing as a feeling of "impending doom" when your body is like - "yo, you are about to die" - it is a real thing.
I had not been feeling well, and all of a sudden I sat up and had a distinct feeling of you are going to die soon if you don't do something. I drove myself to the ER and on the way was getting chest pains. I went in, told them and they took me to the back. After some tests there were a lot of people around me injecting me with a lot of different stuff.
Turns out I had a pulmonary embolism (blood clot in my lung) which at any second could have gone to my brain and killed me then and there. The doctors said if I had left it any longer I would have been dead.
Thanks brain!
I was once sick and getting sicker, and spent a week running from doctor to doctor, trying to figure out what was wrong. After about a week of this, I had a strong feeling that "IF I DON'T GET TO THE E.R. RIGHT NOW I AM GOING TO DIE", and I called an ambulance. I had a massive internal infection and was on the verge of tipping into septic shock, I needed emergency surgery and got it. That feeling saved my life.
I'm (17F)recovering from one as I type, blood clots in my right leg and my lungs. It's not fun, and I'm saying that having been lucky enough to dodge any chest pain, but I can't walk well. The best advice I can offer to anyone is to know what's normal for you. I brushed off the leg pain for a week, figuring I must have pulled something, or that maybe this is just something that happens with periods and I had never experienced it before. When I brought it up to my grandfather, he said I might have slept on it weird. Eventually I asked to go to the ER, after limping my way to the med cabinet in our kitchen, sobbing and frantically trying to find the Tylenol. I dismissed it as something that "might be normal for other people." Remember that what's not normal for you is not normal, period. I'm currently on blood thinners and no longer taking estrogen for my PCOS. Making a long, slow, painful recovery. If you feel like something is wrong, take care of it quickly and try to catch it early.
My mom got a blood clot in her leg from birth control pills, back before they came out (dad worked for the pharmaceutical company). She had to wear a compression stocking the rest of her life.
Load More Replies...I had one. No impending doom. Literally “roughed it out” for weeks. Finally I couldn’t make it up the stairs and went to the emergency clinic. They told me to go to the ER immediately. If I didn’t agree they would call an ambulance to take me there. Got there and it was a pulmonary embolism. Ladies, your birth control can cause this. Be aware. Not paranoid but aware of symptoms. The small print and super fast voice at the end of commercials says this. I never paid attention. Who does? I was very lucky Deep vein thrombosis turn to PE and I “suffered it” for weeks literally trying to hide it because people would think I was out of shape. Other people die immediately. Doctors don’t make the signs clearer to women on birth control. It is a common cause of PE. I have no genetic markers. I am not against birth control. I miss it and all the wonderful things it does. I just think doctors should warn women. I read all the labels of drugs. You wouldn't take any of them, you trust your doctor.
Load More Replies...My mom once was given the wrong blood. She felt impending doom. She said it was the weirdest thing he ever felt.
This is a very real, medically-validated phenomenon. If you suddenly get the feeling you are going to die (assuming you are not suffering from a mental/emotional illness that causes you to feel this way on the regular) pay attention. Don't get held up at A&E/the ER trying to explain that you think you're going to die. Go immediately for terrible chest pain. Then once you are taken back, go over other symptoms and explain that you have a very terrible feeling that you are going to die. Hopefully someone will listen!
A friend of mine went through something similar. He never had any health issues, just the common stuff (a cold, a twisted ankle and the like). One day was wasn't feeling well - we all have such days - but this time it was more than that. He also felt a sort of awkward fear, which he had never experienced before (and that was the red flag, as he told us later). He decided to go to the hospital immediately. As he arrived, he literally collapsed on the floor, at the ER entrance. Myocardial infarction. Had he been anywhere else, he wouldn't have survived.
Came back to work after a week off for Christmas vacation and immediately noticed something was off with my friend. I had no clue what it was but I just knew was something was wrong with him but I couldn't explain what it was. I kept asking him if he was alright but he kept saying everything was fine.
On the second day he came up to me and asked me how to do something that I know he knew how to do, I had trained him on how to do it. I became very concerned at this point. The 3rd day was new years eve so we only had a half day and he was working on a spreadsheet. End of the day came around and I took one look at it and I could have printed it out and called it modern art, that's how horrifying it looked. I called the boss over and he pulled him off of it which caused my friend to break down and start crying because he couldn't understand that he had done anything wrong. I was moving to a new place over our day and a half off so I simply told him that something was wrong with him and he needed to get some help.
We came back in for one day on Friday and my friend wasn't there. I learned that he was in the hospital because of a heart attack. Later on we learned that during the days leading up he was suffering from mini strokes and that all of my constant nagging about if he was alright ultimately led to him thinking that maybe there is something wrong with him and so he called a taxi to take him to the ER on new years eve where they immediately recognized that he was having a heart attack. A doctor later told him that if he had not gone to the ER when he did he would not have woken up if he had gone to sleep that night.
Because of this my friend says that I saved his life through the power of our friendship.
My husband pulls oversized loads for a living and for a while I drove the pilot truck with the lights and warning signs for the loads. One day while running loads with another driver and his wife (my best friend) ,we had done one load and returned for a second to have a overnight delivery. While hooking up, I noticed her husband was holding onto the side of his truck, looking ashen skinned, and sweating profusely. I asked if he was okay and told him to sit down for a few, that he looked really bad. I got his wife, who was also a LPN and she was checking him out. Her, my husband, and I begged him to forget about the load and go to the hospital, 3 miles away, he refused. We left out, shut down a couple hours later and the next morning he said he felt better. His color was a little better but I still had a nagging sensation that he wasn't feeling well. We dropped the loads in Louisiana and headed home, separated from them just below Nashville and headed into Kentucky. Cont. Below
This was Friday about 10pm. Sunday at 1am my husband's other mutual friend calls, I instantly knew he was gone, he'd had a massive heart attack about 9pm watching the Tennessee Titans football game and died on his couch with his two sons, wife and several friends over watching with him. It crushed us all, he was such a good man, they had just had their 25th anniversary and the other thing that was the biggest, maybe irony, his wife had only been back out with him for less than a month from having a heart attack and open heart surgery at 46. Her and my husband were the same age and her husband and I were the same age, 40. We had been babying her and making sure she didn't over do it. We were all very sensitive to him not feeling well that Thursday but he just pushed himself due to all the debt from her heart attack, she said. I lost her a year and a half after he died, she just seemed to be lost without him. She tried to fight for the sake of her boys but her body just gave up.
Load More Replies...I had the experience of calling a Council member about an issue on which we disagreed. As we discussed it, he seemed "off". We weren't understanding each other at all. He wasn't understanding what I was saying and he didn't make any sense at all. I told him that I thought something was wrong, more than once, and finally that I preferred we continue the conversation when he was feeling better. He told me later that he took action because of our conversation. It sounded like he may have had mini strokes. We weren't at all close so he didn't share much except a thank you for alerting him so he could get it "fixed".
When I was 15, I hung out with some friends after school and got a ride home that night. No one had been home all day, so there were no lights on inside or out. The friend that drove me home didn’t stick around to see if I made it in, so as I’m starting to make my way up the walkway to the front door, I sense someone waiting to meet me there. I calmly stop after taking a couple steps and say “Nope!” loud enough for the potential criminal to hear me, then briskly turn around and walk swiftly down the street, cut through a neighbor’s backyard to get to the next street over, make my way to the nearest pay phone, dial the police and tell them I think there’s someone trying to rob the house. I get back when a police officer arrives and he shines his flashlight around the door and sees footprints in the snow leading from around the house. He follows those and sees they are around the entire house. There was in fact, someone waiting for me to open the door that night. I laugh at the thought of their surprise to have some teenage girl acknowledge them from a distance and tell them not today.
(irl) my brother once said that to me and somehow "satan" has now become my nickname at my krav maga dojo
Load More Replies...Friend, friend, why didn't you wait to make sure she made it in safely?
Yes! My parents taught my siblings and me very early on that whenever we drop someone off to always wait until they're safely inside. I've taught my children the same.
Load More Replies...The house in the picture could be the house from Courage the Cowardly Dog. Off topic, sorry, but that is totally the first thing that came to mind.
This is what I call "involuntary situational awareness". I am always telling my wife and daughter to be more aware of their surroundings. In this case, I suspect that even in the darkness this person saw the footprints but they didn't register consciously. It was enough to give her pause and seek help. The worst that could have happened was that nobody was there. If I were a cop I wouldn’t have minded at all.
I worked at a fast food restaurant and I got an antsy phone call from my dad telling me to come home ASAP. There were storms on the way and he was nervous about the timing. I thought he was being paranoid until I got this really uneasy feeling as well. Every nerve in my body was telling me to get home RIGHT NOW.
I pissed off the manager when I left without mopping the floors. I rushed home and I had barely gotten into the door for two minutes before a tornado hit our house.
Looking back on it, if I didn't leave when I did, I would've been driving along the road the tornado followed and I probably wouldn't be here.
I got written up at work for leaving without completing my tasks but a write-up is better than being dead.
Seems to me that, depending how far away from home this person was, they would have been better off staying at work until the storm passed over. Being in the road put them in danger.
I'm glad you followed your gut. Not like those poor guys at the Amazon warehouse who died because their boss wouldn't let them leave during a tornado.
Why not just stay at work instead of risking getting caught in a tornado?
Friendly psa to my panda pals: if you ever see a tornado and it is not heading right or left, it is coming STRAIGHT at you, and it won’t look like it is. Any time a tornado looks like it’s in the center of your field of vision, even if it doesn’t appear to be moving it is actually moving towards you and incredibly fast! Run away in a different direction than behind you and seek shelter immediately. Don’t stare at it because is looks cool.
Those stupid write ups! My manager has a simple rule 'if you need to go, you go. No questions, explanation come later.'
The fact ur boss wrote u up for this is asinine! I'd be looking for a job where I am respected & appreciated! NO JOB is worth losing a life over especially not a fast food 1. So sorry this happened to u & hope u have gotten through ok.
About 6 years ago, my sister and her family were visiting. Her daughter - 4 months old at the time - was napping in the house while the adults were hanging outside. I went into the house to grab something, and glanced over at my neice. She was limp and strange looking, like spaced out. It really freaked me out so I picked her up, panicking a bit, and handed her to my BIL. By this time she was back to normal, so we shrugged it off. I said something like Oh I forgot how babies look when they sleep. Within 1-2 day, my niece started having 10 seizures a day. What I had witnessed was a seizure. That was the beginning of a multi-year nightmare of seizures, hospital visits, neurological testing, and many different types of anti-seizure meds. She was diagnosed with a seizure disorder. Thankfully, the docs found meds that worked, her seizures went away, and she was eventually weened off her medication. She has been seizure free for 4 years! Now she is a healthy, beautiful and happy little lady!
YaY! Seizures are hard to treat and it is rare to become seizure free. I am so happy for your family!!
Took me years to get seizure free (with meds). Agreed! So glad this little one could be taken off meds!
Load More Replies...Me and my kids were living with my dad and his wife for a bit while I was getting on my feet. I am the oldest from his first marriage (mom passed away from cancer) so there is quite an age difference between me and my half siblings. I walk into the living room to see their oldest (abt 12 at that time) laying on a chair as if he is asleep but I had this nagging feeling something was off - actually alarming, spidey sense kind of a feeling. Ran to get my father who was on the toilet. He gets pissed that I want him to come NOW but when he sees my brother, he scoops him up and they rush him to the ER. He was in the middle of a seizure. Never dismiss that nagging feeling. Better to be wrong and safe than right and tragic.
Absence seizures look like a person is zoning out: blank look on the face, staring into space, no movement. My brother had them when he was a toddler.
Don't petit mal seizures have similar symptoms?
Load More Replies...Per Google search: An absence seizure causes you to blank out or stare into space for a few seconds. They can also be called petit mal seizures. Absence seizures are most common in children and typically don't cause any long-term problems. These types of seizures are often set off by a period of hyperventilation. My kids and I both experience these from time to time.
I worked in the baby room of a daycare and one day I noticed that one of the babies was breathing strangely while she napped. I woke her up and she was fine, but when the director called her mom, mom was just like "Oh, yeah, she has seizures sometimes" You know, this might have been something you should have mentioned to us previously?
That's incredible that they didn't mention it at enrolment! On saying that, there have been at least two children at my preschool who we weren't told had allergies, even though the is a section for it on the enrolment form.
Load More Replies...I have epilepsy and have been on a prescription since May 2020. I hope I can get off mine, as well, one day.
I hope you can too, but being seizure free because of medication is no bad thing either.
Load More Replies...As a kid I’d slip into petit mal seizures occasionally. I’d describe the sensation as “seeing black spots” it wasn’t really scary, just exhilaratingly weird as a whoosh of black tunnel vision gradually overtook you, left your mind weightless and then ZAP! took you back to the present in a flash?
My son was a normal fat little baby and at around 8 months he started doing this jerking thing as he fell asleep, like the startle reflex but hard, and 30-40 in a row seconds apart. I wasn’t sure it was important but thought it was worth a look. It was. It was Infantile Spasms. Sounds innocent, but it’s not, it’s a catastrophic epilepsy. Because he was seen immediately and received medication right away, we were able to control them. And after 4yrs of age they generally are gone. This is one of the only seizures that causes damage to the brain. Sometimes even small things can be very serious. His were called grand Salam seizures, the big whole body flex, but there are other sneakier ones like just head nodding. I am forever grateful that I thought to just check and that the doctors knew right away what to test for.
Used to live on a farm on the outskirts of Tornado Alley.
It's super disconcerting when the sky is looking ominous and it's really windy, maybe gusting up to 40-50 mph. Then at the drop of a hat....complete calm.
That's your cue to get the f**k inside. Had a couple tornadoes close and several nasty wind storms that were nearly as bad as a tornado. The whole "calm before the storm" saying exists for a reason and it's freaky.
From South Dakota. When the sky turns greenish, or other hues, the sudden calm, and the chickens are all in the henhouse, yep, time to put the jeep in the barn...
Yes, watch the animals. Their actions are what you need to see to save your a**.
Load More Replies...This is the one that saved my life. When I was a kid I lived in Kansas for a year (dad was military) and we lived close enough to the school I walked home alone. Prior to living there I had no experience with tornados, but I was walking home one day and noticed the sky was really dark but just thought a thunderstorm was coming, so I hurried home a little faster. I got home right on time, but then was locked out (lost my key) and determined to wait it out instead. Well then I heard the noisy birds stop chirping all of a sudden, and it was so striking I just knew I needed to get inside now. I broke our basement window, got the door unlocked, and managed to crawl inside right as the wind picked up so violently it carried most of the objects in my yard away, including my scooter and a storage shed that was bolted down. Got in just in time before tornado suddenly and unexpectedly veered into our neighborhood. I got in some trouble for breaking the window when my parents got home but lived.
Load More Replies...The only time I've ever been in a tornado, I didn't realize that's what it was, because I didn't know they could happen where I lived. The black purple sky, the rain falling sideways, the windows actually bowing in and out, none of that clued me in. But when an entire tree flew past the window sideways, I decided this was probably serious and moved away from the window. Even experienced the eye of the storm where it went all still and my ears popped. If it wasn't for the woods at the side of my property taking the brunt of tornado, my tin roof building would probably have been ripped apart and me with it.
Never underestimate any kind of storm—-tornado or hurricane. In a hurricane, the first half consists of heavy rain and high winds, and the eye is really peaceful, but don’t be fooled. The storm isn’t over yet. You thought the hurricane was scary before it got to the eye? Well, the OTHER side of the eye is many times worse, does way more damage, and kills so many more people than anything the first half could’ve done. Even in a low level hurricane. (To clarify, I live in Maryland, on the Eastern Shore, and have been through a lot of hurricanes and tropical storms in 30 years, including the 10 years I lived at the beach.)
I can confirm this. Live in IN. They were calling for storms all day but nothing. By 10-11pm they cancelled the whole thing. 1 min after they cancelled the storms we got tornado alerts on our phones n the sirins went off. Came VERY close to a touchdown (it was just a spin up tornado)
I lived in Salt Lake City in 1999 when the tornado hit. My roommate said, "The sky is green. If I still lived in the Nebraska, I'd say there's a tornado coming." About 15 minutes later my then-fiancé-now-husband called and simply said, "I'm okay." I was very confused and he said, "Turn on the news." He was in the Delta Center when it was hit. My husband was fine, as he said, but we later learned that a man died in the lot next to the Delta Center.
I lived in Central Alberta for years, experienced lots of fun storms but nothing alarming. There have been tornadoes in the past, some big and more recent ones were small. However on my last summer before moving, one day it had been storming amazingly hard when after a calming moment, the skies turned green. I had never experienced that before and was endlessly fascinated by it. Gratefully all that came from that was major wind and big hail. Big golf ball sized hail HURT!
My father started publicly dating a woman shortly after my mother died (I later learned she's likely the woman he'd been having an affair with before she died). I liked her. One evening my father took me to one side and asked how I'd feel about him asking her to marry him. I got an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach and felt nauseated. I told my father I didn't want him to and he asked why as he thought I liked her. I explained that I did like her but had a bad feeling and he said "that's just a feeling, they don't mean anything". He already had the ring and proposed straight away. I got really excited about the engagement, the wedding, moving house, and my impending little sister.
After the wedding she changed. After my half-sister was born she went bats**t. She abused me, my full sister (my mother's child), and later my half sister (her own child). He only left her when my doctor told him something was clearly going on with her that was affecting my health (she was putting a substance that I'm intolerant to in my food and my father wouldn't believe me and would force me to eat whatever she made, however I couldn't get a doctor alone without her to tell them) and my maternal grandmother told him if he didn't leave her she'd go for custody. He accused me of lying for the entire time leading up to that and has never asked me about any of my attempts to get help since.
Makes me think if his wife died of natural courses when he had an affair with this dangerous woman..?
Just a tip for anyone who might need it. If you are with someone who is somehow controlling or abusing you, and they won't let you go to the doctor's alone: before you go, write a note saying that you are with an abuser/controller and that you need to be seen in private, alone. Fold that paper and write HELP in big letters. One way or another, you should be able to push that paper to someone behind the desk, when you sign in, or present your card or something. They will take it seriously. They will help you.
Why ask for the opinion of your child when you won't give a sh!t about it anyway?
Men thinking with their penis. Sorry you went through munchausen syndrome by proxy. Hope your health is better and no long-term damage was done.
Thank u, this is what I was going to type verbatim! Munchausen syndrome by proxy as caused people to go as far as committ murder against those they are suppose to "love" like their own children. It's sickening & she needs mental health evaluation & help ASAP! As far as the father, I know what it's like to feel as if u have noone on ur side & as ur own FATHER he is neglecting his duties to POTECT his own children. Very sad all the way around. I sincerely hope u have gotten the help u need to heal from the trauma, all of u. And that ur father can begin to fix the damage he's caused. Hugs to u!
Load More Replies...Sad that this s**t happens, It happened to me, I was allergic to chocolate, to the actual Coco bean and such, my Stepmom would sneak it into food so I would eat it, It all did come to a head one day when she did go full-on crazy and attacked me slicing up my face and slitting my neck {not deep enough}, thankfully i was able to get to the hospital and My aunt {mom friend} was able to get custody of me Sadly my dad is still married to the woman, he's old and sick {it all actually happened because he found out I was still alive after my mother died, and I was in an orphanage place while they looked for him, and while he really did truly love me, the crazy b***h thought that I was just trying to get his money cause he was rich, Joke on her now, He gives me a ton of money a week/month now cause of it}
Well, S**T!!! O_O :'( For everyone abused without deserving it.
Load More Replies...Unfortunately, not the first time I have heard man chooses woman over his own child. I lived through it, twice!
People should always ask how their children feel about their new SO. If the kids don't like or otherwise have a bad feeling about them, the parent should listen. Kids won't have blinders on like the parent might.
Load More Replies...How did your mom die....? I mean if she was poisoning you, whos to say your mom died of natural causes?
When having sex regularly is more important than the well being of your children...
Mom sat me down when I was eighteen, already in tears proclaiming she had something serious to tell me. Being the sarcastic and nervous f**k I am, I turned and joked "What? Is dad not my real dad anymore?"
Welp, folks..
I'd had the feeling my "dad" wasn't my real dad my whole childhood. I used to ask my parents and grandparents all the time, only to be told not to be so stupid. Finally found out aged 32 that he wasn't infact my real dad. Really messed with me head as I'd known all along and was made out to be stupid
some folks are so concerned with protecting an image that they forget to realise the impact it has on the person who is being lied to.. really sorry for you!
Load More Replies...The people who raise you are your REAL parents. I'm sick of people using "real" when they really mean "biological". And biology should NEVER trump genuine nurturing and raising. This HAS to be downvoted to ensure that people stop this awful prejudice.
When my parents called us in the living room to talk I was like 13 and my siblings about 18. They didn't even start and I was like "You are getting a divorce?" My siblings were heart broken but I just knew and wanted to go back to my stuff. It really was no relevation to me.
I remember my dad picked me up from school which wasn't the norm, he said he had something to tell me, and I said Max was dead! I was right.
The end of April, my friend and I were to meet up for drinks. He didn’t show, didn’t answer his phone, didn’t respond to my texts. I knew he was dead. I got the call the next day...he died in a car crash on his way to meet me.
it is sad, but this is one of those cases where if enough people think a thing, statistically there are going to be cases where it turns out to be true. When my anxiety was at its worst, i was convinced every single day that when i came home, i would find my dog dead. It didn't happen, but it absolutely could have. Doesn't make it any less sad, just saying it's totally normal for things like this to happen sometimes.
Yeah I get the same thing I’ll get home or be in class and suddenly I’ll just randomly start to think that someone I know has died or. What if mum forgot to lock up what if I didn’t close the door properly what if heather is upset (my best friend has rlly bad social anxiety) and then I’ll think about hurting myself then I’ll feel all guilty then I’ll start to get upset then I’m sitting in class having a panic attack 😊 the doctor said I’m a bit depressed and need to go on walks outside to clear my head… 👍
Load More Replies...A guy I knew had gone through a painful breakup. I don't know the details, but they had been deeply in love at one point. One day, years after she had moved to a different city, she called him, wanting to reconcile. She said she was in town, only a few miles away, and wanted to see him. He was thrilled. He had been carrying a torch for her all that times. He said she was the great love of his life. He waited and waited for her to arrive. He thought maybe she had changed her mind. Then he heard the sirens. She was killed in a traffic accident two streets away.
I would feel terrible for so long. I thought it was going to say “after drinks”
I'm sorry for your loss. Sept 22, 2019, I was thinking about a friend of mine in Mexico City, thinking I should text Eliseo to see how he is. Well, I didn't. 3 days later during my lunch period at school, one of our mutual friends texted me to tell me that he'd had a heart attack and passed away that morning. Always follow your instinct. Text that person! Big regret.
Years ago I was staying the night at someone else's house, maybe an hour from where I lived. That night I was so tired but I couldn't get to sleep - I was super anxious all night, which was very unusual for me, and I just couldn't relax. I came so close several times to just grabbing my things and driving home in the middle of the night but I convinced myself not to. Turns out I should have. If I'd gone home that night I would have had the chance to say goodbye to my dad before he passed away that next morning. I still regret that to this day, and I promised myself that the next time I get a feeling like that I'll listen to it.
Almost 4 months ago I decided to skip the 10am online team meeting (home office) one Friday, just like that. My dad died 2 mins after 10am, came back and 20 mins later died again and didn't come back. Had I gone to the next room to join the meeting dad would have died alone. At least he wasn't alone. I miss my dad so much!
I had same story. I was staying at my uncle's house to do an urgent project on their PC. I finished late around 1am and decided to just stay awake and get home early next morning to sleep comftably. Id been fighting my drowse but eventually gave in.. i woke up very early in the morning, another aunt was calling by the window, picking me up to get home. My dad passed away. The long minutes i was trying not to fall asleep my dad was being rushed to the hospital by mom and bro. It's been 14 years now.
That's awful. I understand how that can eat at someone. While I didn't have the premonition or anything, but once when I was 9, I didn't want to go to school and tried to fake being sick. My mom and I argued about it and she sent to me to school. While I was at school, she went to see my dad for lunch and was killed when a dump truck ran a red light and t-boned her. I still sometimes feel at fault for it. If I had stayed home, she wouldn't have gone to see my dad, and she'd be alive still. I know it's not true, but it's hard to re-write those beliefs. Friday makes it 25 years.
The what-ifs are enough to drive someone insane literally. U have to learn from it & trust that it happened for a reason. Yes U are more aware of ur gut feelings now but please don't be so hard on urself. I'm sure if u would've known u would've been home w him but u didn't. Carrying the weight of that will torture u endlessly. Let it go & cherish the memories u have w him that will last a lifetime for u. I'm saying this bc uve been in ur shoes w 2 close friends & my little brother. U cannot heal & grieve properly holding onto that. Once u release it, u will feel sooo much better! Sending u hugs & positive vibes! And if noone has told u this, I for 1 are glad u're here.
My dad has a similar story to this with a better ending. His mom had cancer that was slowly taking her, and we lived 3 hours away. One night he woke up randomly and started packing his bags. My mom asked what he was doing, and he told her he needed to go see his mom for the last time. He arrived a couple hours before she died. If he'd slept through to the morning, she already would've been gone.
I was like 6 years old and in the backyard of my best friend/neighbor swimming in a 3ft play pool thing. She went inside to ask for something and right as she left, a guy on a motorcycle drove down the alley and stopped. The fence was a small chain link fence, so he definitely saw me and stopped. And I could see him clearly, like 20 years later it's still so vivid.
He pulled out some gloves and put them on which is the last thing I saw him doing as I got out and ran through their garage out the front, and inside my house next door terrified. He drove around the front down the street slowly and about 10 minutes later shot 2 kids at the park at the end of my street.
that's messed up like shooting kids like that, how do you live with yourself :(
I'm so glad the country I live in has good anti-gun laws. I haven't seen a gun in my entire life!
Load More Replies...Sick people. I think I was 10 some guy pulled up and asked for directions. He spoke softly. I told him I couldn't hear him he tried to get me and my cousin to come closer. My cousin started to go closer. I grabbed her and said I didn't know what streets he was talking about. Then I told him I would go get my uncle he would know. He drove off.
Does that mean 'the force' wasn't with the 2 kids that got shot?
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I had this regarding a girl the year below me at school. A really lovely girl, very clever and friendly to everyone. I spoke to her on my last day at school, talking about where I'd decided to go for university.
She told me that she really wanted to apply to Cambridge University and she was working really hard to get the grades. I dont know why, but I suddenly felt really uneasy and sad for her, particularly because she was so chipper and optimistic about it. At the time, I put this down to the fact that getting past the interview stage for Cambridge is really tough.
About 18 months later, I'm at university and I bump into another different girl who was from my school but also in the year below. She was really quite upset, and as the university term was only 3 weeks in to her first year, I was concerned that she was feeling down. It turned out that she had just received the news that the lovely girl who wanted to go to Cambridge had died two nights ago.
She did get in to Cambridge to study Philosophy. She had just started her lectures after Freshers Week when she contracted bacterial meningitis. She was feeling under the weather, putting it down to 'Fresher's Flu' and went to bed early one night, and didnt wake up the next day. She was 18.
That is tragic. Now I'm extra happy my 18 year old just got his last meningitis vaccine last week.
That's just awful. In Scotland, all school leavers get given a Meningitis booster now - it covers Meningitis ACW&Y. I made sure both my girls got it before heading to Uni...not that they've been there much due to the pandemic. But, I didn't want to take any chances.
We all get the booster in year 10 (16yrs) at high school in Australia. There has been a huge campaign about it in the last few years because parents weren't always immunising their children in the first place until required when they began school so there were more cases in young kids.
Load More Replies...That's how my grandmother died, went to bed feeling under the weather and never woke up. She was on a six month trip visiting her daughter (my aunt) and was due to go home a few days later. Her first grandchildren (my sister and one of my cousins) had been born while she was away and she was looking forward to seeing them but never got the chance.
One day, about two weeks ago, I woke up and didn’t feel pregnant anymore. Just found out today that the baby has no heart beat.
I am so, so sorry. I lost a baby at 6 months, but it doesn't matter how long you were pregnant. You lost a child. It is devastating. I sincerely hope you have a good support system. Please take care of yourself.
Omg that is devastating.... im soooo sorry :( this made my stomach turn
Load More Replies...Yes I have had that feeling, worst thing ever. Always trusted my instincts after that
Oh no im so sorry 😔 ive lost a baby at 6 1/2 months. I understand.
I used to clean vacant houses for a living. One day I was working at a house near the end of a dead end street and there was maybe 6 or 7 houses on the one side of the street before an intersection with a stoplight so it was a pretty heavy traffic area. I was cleaning out the property just fine when my Spidey-Sense went off the charts. I was inside the house but I pretty much dropped everything, got in my car and started to drive outta there. On the corner I saw a weird looking guy that had a nasty feeling about him. When I got home it was all over the news, that guy was now known for being a cop killer, making the start of his career right on that street corner about 15 minutes after I hoofed it. Told my boss that I wasn't going to go back to that property. He understood.
The most suprising thing about this story is that the boss understood /j
wow a cat with spidey senses and can drive a car an amazing cat 10/10 would recommend
Friend invited me to see Great White. Was going to go but last minute changed my mind on him.
He died at the Station Nightclub fire.
My cousin was supposed to be there but couldn't find a sitter and my mom refused bc her kids were off the wall. Called my mom in tears the next day when she saw what had happened.
It was such a horrifying tragedy. I'm very glad that your cousin is still with you.
Load More Replies...Valentine's Day my mother had meant to go to a popular nightclub but changed last min and went somewhere else. The club burnt down and loads of people died. Same night she met my dad for the first time.
So sorry for your loss! But, as a non native, pls help me out...what does Great White have to do with a Nightclub fire?
They were playing that night. Go and read the book “Killer Show” - the fire and its severity and speed of spreading was really the accumulated fault of a lot of people - local policy makers, current and past owners of the club included, but part of the blame also lies with the band, their staff, and management. As I said, read the book, it’s a very good analysis of everything that played a part in what happened that night. I also think it should be compulsory reading for anyone involved in fire safety, crowd security, and the entertainment business in general.
Load More Replies...I had a female friend in there, she said someone broke a big window with a chair & several people climbed out, she followed and said she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. After climbing out, she turned around & no one was there. When she was at the hospital ER being treated for her burns, they found someone's burned finger skin stuck to her shoulder.
tl;dr: my dad was really sick and needed a lot of hospital care. When he needed his finger amputated was when I felt in my gut that it wasn't going to be okay.
My dad has had health issues since 2008 when the first stroke hit. Since then he was always in and out of hospitals and it became just another thing. It happened so much that he would dismiss symptoms just so he wouldn't have to go to the hospital again. It became even worse when he was diagnosed with stage 4 kidney failure and had to do dialysis three times a week.
Anyway, I went to visit him about a month ago and out of the blue he kinda looks at his hand and says, "you know, my finger has been smelling funny lately." I'm all incredulous and I tell him funny smells usually means infections. I joke around and tell him he needs to get it looked at before they have to amputate it.
Spoiler alert: by the time he had it looked at the bloodflow to the finger was compromised due to a fistula in his arm. He needed to get it amputated.
This is where the funny feeling kicked in. My grandmother, his mom, passed away in 98' after her leg was amputated. The fact that he had to have anything amputated starting making me anxious, and I dismissed it as being over dramatic.
His surgery was the Friday before Mother's day and I went to visit him after work to see how he was feeling. He was so groggy and kept falling asleep at the table so my mom and I basically carry him to his bed. He's a proud man, super oldschool in a 'I'm a man, I don't need my wife and daughter helping me' kind of way but he clung to us because he just couldn't do it on his own.
We got him to the bed and he couldn't even lift his legs up. I had to do it for him and stick some pillows under his head. I looked over at my mom and the look on her face made my stomach drop and I asked her if she wanted me to stay with her tonight. You know, just in case. She said yes.
2am I go downstairs to check on them because I can't sleep. He starts moving around and trying to take his sweater vest off because he's hot. He was still wearing the clothes from earlier. So I help him unzip it and he wakes up briefly, sees that it's me and smiles. He puts his good hand on my arm and just smiles.
4am Saturday morning mom wakes me up and real calmly says she doesn't think Daddy is breathing. I knew it before I entered the room because in addition to the kidney issues, he had some breathing problems too and always took laborious breaths when he slept. It was quiet, I heisitate to use the term dead quiet because thats exactly what it was.
We called 911 and the ambulance came. They got him back, lost him, got him back again but said he was clinically brain dead and we should probably call the family. So we do.
1:00 am Mother's day my sister and I are standing watch in the room. We agreed to sleep in shifts and it was her turn. My anxiety is skyrocketing and my fight or flight is kicking in and I just want to leave and go for a walk around the halls to calm my mind. So I get up and as I'm passing his bed my anxiety becomes more direct, if that makes sense. I suddenly felt that I needed to be there. So I stood by his bed and held his hand. I told him that we were there with him, and just spoke about anything that came to my head because honestly I'm just flying on auto-pilot when it came to cognitive function. I do remember saying, right before I sat down, that I know he's tired and that we don't want him to hurt anymore and we'll always love him. I went to go sit back down because I was crying and a few minutes later the machines started going haywire. He passed at 1:30am.
I have to admit, the onion ninjas definitely got me on this one. Much love to the family ❤
You did all the right things, especially at the end. Well done. (((Hugs)))
May he rest in peace, and I hope you are comforted by knowing you did everything right by him.
You did so great about being there for him in his last minutes. This must have been so hard for you. I bet he was glad that he wasn't alone and has someone he loved with him
This is so very sad yet I am so thrilled that you were able to see him off onto his next journey. My dad passed away in 2020 - I couldn't be with him often due to distance and the pandemic. I wish I could have been at his side, holding his hand, to see him off onto his journey.
I woke up one morning and saw that I was late for school. I got up and on the way I'm debating if I should take a short cut to get there earlier and decided against it. Now as I'm walking along there was a man who sitting on a chair near the sidewalk. He stopped me and asked if I was late for school and he essentially started a conversation with me. Now, I was close to school so I figured killing a few minutes before my next class started wouldn't be a big deal. As this man keeps talking, he starts suggesting that I enter his house because he's got an Xbox One and a PS4 in there and that he wanted to split screen with someone else. I rejected the offer and he kept trying to persuade me to enter his house. This guy then gets in front me, essentially blocking off the sidewalk and starts asking why I don't want to enter his house. I gave him a BS reason and said I needed to get going. At this point I'm thinking I have to get out of there cause this guy is giving me the creeps and I don't know what he's capable of. I tried walking past him, but this f***er put his hand on my shoulder and I decided to just run off right then and there. At the end of the school day I'm walking past the same place with a group of friends and outside of this guy's house are bunch of police officers and him sitting on the curb with his wrists cuffed. I feel like I dodged a bullet that day.
I would have told him that’s what you get for being a creep and a pedophile and kicked him in the face on my way past
I would have told the cops about the incident that I had with him on the way to school that morning...
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It sounds like he didn't call the cops himself when he got to school though, so I hope nothing worse happened to lead to the guy's arrest...
I had a similar situation where some guy tried to pay me like 60$ to go home with him
A few years ago I was out drinking for a friend's Bachelorette party. I knew I was too drunk to drive, so I called my then-boyfriend for a ride. As I was hanging up the phone, I thought to myself that I should ask him to drive his car instead of his motorcycle, but I didn't say anything.
On the way home, we were side swiped by a drunk driver in a suburban. The front wheel of the motorcycle got caught in the wheel well and she dragged us down the street for about a block and a half. The only reason she stopped was because a cop pulled her over. She was so drunk she didn't even notice that she ran us over.
To add to the "trust your gut" thing, my boyfriend only had one helmet, and I tried to get him to wear it, but he insisted that we weren't going anywhere until I was wearing it. My head hit the pavement pretty hard, but his didn't. If I hadn't been wearing the helmet things would have gone much differently that night.
In the UK it is illegal to ride a bike without a helmet, it should be in your country as well.
I mean in the US it is... Well I would hope there's no states without up to day laws on that...
Load More Replies...I'm glad they are ok but...I tend to wonder the decision making skills of the boyfriend who thought it was a good idea to pick up drunk girlfriend on a motorcycle. I mean the possibility of her falling off in a drunk state was there even outside of the drunk suburban driver.
So this one is a bit weird but I think it kinda relates to the question. My mum once told me that when she was a teenager she woke up in the middle of the night (I believe it was 3am or so) and felt very uneasy, she said although everything was silent it seemed quieter than normal and that she felt extremely cold and didn't feel safe. Her bedroom was opposite her parents room across a pretty big landing, her door was slightly ajar (she said the door was always left like that because if she needed to get up in the night it made a loud creak noise if opened from full close) and all she could see was pitch black. She said in a moment of inexplicable fear she shouted for my grandmother and at the exact same time my grandmother shouted her name as well. They couldn't see each other across the hall but they both had the exact same experience, they both randomly woke up felt very strange and called out at the exact same time. The lights were turned on immediately and the family did a sweep of the house to make sure no doors or Windows were unlocked, everything was fine. My mother doesn't scare easily and she's not superstitious or religious but to this day she put that night down as the scariest feeling in her life, my grandmother too.
I always had the weirdest, weirdest spidey stuff with my father. Ironic, because I can't stand him, but hey, there you go. Have known from continents away when he was beaten up, when he broke his arm, when he came off his motorbike. As in, I knew something bad happened and called him immediately. One time, he was on his way to the hospital, it was that quick. I know where he's put his keys when he doesn't. If he thinks of a song, I sing it. Most bizarre, but that's how it's always been.
Me And my parents lost our family friend to cancer. Few days after hus funeral we heard Very loud knocking on our entrance door. It was close to our rooms And it was so realistic human franctic knocking we thought that something is wrong, maybe paramedics or firefighters allarming us. We went out if our rooms, check the whole house And granny living down stairs (our friends mom) nothing changed but that was seriously loud knuckle knocking that woke us all ať the same time. My mom say she is a non believer, but in the morning when I Said it was maybe our friend pranking us from beyond, she Said "I think the same but I didnt wanted to scare you"
Y'all missed the booger-man you scared into hanging from the ceiling by his claws like Sylvester, when you yelled. (What? I'm from North Carolina!)
Very creepy! Something was invading your spaces... I've felt it before.
Before my husband and I were married with good jobs we were young and poor and didn’t care where we lived.. we rented out a s****y little house behind the landlords house that was clearly a shed poorly transformed into a small studio space. At the time I worked late nights and my husband worked mornings so I would sleep till around 12 and work all night. The landlord, Greg, was this bald old man with a heavy Russian accent. He was kind of odd but seemed nice. So was his wife. He’d made odd comments and invite me into his house to FaceTime (at the time it was a different program I can’t remember what the OG online face chat was) with his friends in Russia.
When we first moved in I kept waking up feeling uneasy when I should’ve been exhausted. I’d feel nervous and get up check the doors, check closets ect.
One week my husband went away to visit his father and I was alone and literally felt like I was constantly being watched. The bedroom window was back in the yard and it was heavily wooded, I’d hear crunching of leaves and foot steps all the time. My husband said I was being paranoid because I was alone and I thought so too.
But then that same week my husband was away I offered to watch my friends dog. So I get home from work around 2am and get to sleep around 3-4am. I wake up around 8-9am to the dog barking and growling like a made man. Now, because the space was similar to a studio we had no doors on anything besides the bathroom. I spring up, and see Greg the landlord literally in the living room, hand on the front door just frozen. He was caught off guard by the dog and I yelled “what the hell are you doing?!” I thought the house was on fire or something, and I know the front door was locked. I always locked it. He quickly apologized and walked out. When I shook from my sleepy daze I realized maybe this wasn’t a one time thing, I took a shower, dressed and walked up to their house. Greg’s car wasn’t in the driveway but his wife was home. I told her what happened and asked why Greg would use his keys to go in the house without giving me notice. She was nonchalant about it and replied “it’s his house he can do what he want. He like to check on things from time to time”
I flipped out on her. Clearly this was happening often and the eerie feeling I was getting im 10000% sure was Greg literally coming in the house, watching me sleep completely invading my privacy when he knew I was alone and asleep. We noped the f**k out of there as soon as we could. He actually tried to take us to small claims court for breaking the lease but I had already reported him to the police and found out the space we were renting wasn’t even up to code or on the books to be rented.
Oh reminds me about a story my former neighbour told me. She used to hang out at the house she bought. Guy had a hot tub and always invited friends over to take a dip. Kept spare women's costumes in his guest bathroom so women could use the hot tub any time. She ended up buying the house from the guy. Some years later, she was having some plumbing work done in that bathroom. Walls had to be opened up. That's when she found there was a camera hidden in the wall that led to video equipment under the floor. Every time she (or any other woman) had been in that hot tub, he was recording them getting changed in his bathroom!!
That's so gross. Why can't these guys just watch p*** like a normal guy?
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A few years ago, I was just getting into our local arts community. There's a guy who owns a beautiful gallery space as well as the entirety of the remainder of the multiple story building. He does intricate stained glass work, and he has breathtaking glass installations in various sections of the building. The space is really dreamy.
It was my first time checking out the space and meeting him, and he waved a friend of his over, who happened to be a construction worker that had been helping him remodel the building. He invited his friend to give me a tour of the place. I was excited over the warm welcome and to check out the rest of the building, so I followed the guy without a second thought.
We walked around for maybe ten minutes when we arrived at a somewhat isolated section of the third floor where there weren't any working lights in the next room we were heading towards. The guy made a comment to me about the view from the windows being amazing. He waved me over and was like "come on, come check it out."
I felt really vaguely weird at the time, and I was like "No, it's cool, I'll stay out here, I don't want to trip on anything."
He tried to put his hand on my arm to guide me into the room with him. I said no again and took my hand back. The look on his face shifted, and his grip tightened as he tried to pull me into the room with him. Cue panic mode. Another girl happened to be walking up the stairs around the same time that this happened, and I pulled my hand away again and said that I was going to follow her back downstairs.
I told the gallery owner about it, but he brushed it off saying that I misunderstood and that the other guy has "problems" and that it's "hard for him to communicate with people sometimes." I still see him around that town every once in a while, and he's always surrounded by drugged out girls that are clearly unable to function. Him having his arms draped around them just disgusts me on so many levels. He's an absolute creep. I've told everyone I've met that he's a predator and to avoid him.
I would check on-line and see if he has a criminal record. Better safe than sorry.
I feel like a lot of these aren't some crazy sixth sense, but just people recognizing when someone is acting weird
I would still call the police, who knows if "that room with the splendid view" is still operational!!!
I would have another talk with the gallery owner, preferably with someone else with you and tell him again exactly what the guy did and that it was predatory behaviour. Maybe if he's reminded that this could adversely impact the reputation of his gallery, he might take it more seriously.
I think that the gallery owner knew exactly what his friend intended. He might have planned to join them.
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I had a co worker who used to go to parties In high school. Several of the parties in her senior year were at some guys farm. She went to one and bailed right away saying it felt weird. The guy who owned the farm was Robert Pickton.
Feels so weird to hear ‘canadian’ serial killer, the stereotypes has gotten to me!
Load More Replies...Nicknamed "The Butcher"; Robert Pickton was a Canadian serial killer who killed 49 women and disposed of their bodies by feeding them to his pigs.
He also tilled them into his fields and sent them to a meat disposal place.
Load More Replies...Most notably, he specifically targeted First Nations women, often at greater risk women who were sex workers or had drug addictions. Women were missing and either not well investigated or considered to be out of touch with loved ones. It took a long time for investigation and prosecution.
He had many men at his parties and they knew what he was doing. For years and years. Many people still insist that he was not acting alone and the numbers are much higher than the official count. Another tragedy is that he will be eligible for parole after serving 25 years.
Load More Replies...What a horrible human being. Thank goodness she escaped that evilness.
Its an area where there's not much to do, there was booze and drugs and a free party. They're teenagers, you don't normally need more than a couple of those things to get a bunch of teenagers to turn up.
Load More Replies...Yeah and apparently he murdered 49 women, ground up their bodies, fed them to his pigs and then sold the human flesh to COPS.
When my mother started dating her 2nd husband. The moment I saw him, I knew something wasn't right, but being a kid I had no idea what.
Fast forward to their wedding. From the moment they were married, he turned in to a physically and emotionally abusive piece of s**t. Luckily after a while, my mother got up the courage to kick him out, get a restraining order and get a divorce.
I only realised a few years ago that there was something else up with him as well.
He would come in to my room at least once every day (as far as I know, only when I was awake). Sit on my bed and try to talk to me with a creepy smile on his face. His hand would be on my leg, and he'd get closer and closer to me as his hand got higher and higher. Then he'd get to about my knee, suddenly stand up and walk out.
I only told my family about that a few years ago, and I'll never forget the horror on their faces.
As far as I'm aware, he didn't do anything to me other than what I said above.
That was exactly the case with an ophthalmologist my Mom took me to when I was in 5th and 6th grade. Of course the equipment was way different back in the early 60's, so I'm guessing he might have had a reason to be leaning in so close to examine my eyes. But I now get a creepy feeling when I recall his bad breath and his hand/s on my thighs. Memories of what might have happened and how/when we stopped going to his office totally elude me. Selective memory I guess....
Yikes! Sorry for both of you! Sadly, i am a child of the 70s/80s and my episodes of predation are too many, as were many girls and guys my age.
Load More Replies...He was grooming you. It sucks balls you had him in your life. Men like that need to be put down.
My mom called me in the middle of the day on a Sunday. I was going to ignore it and just call her back later like I tend to do. Something just didn’t feel right so I picked up. She was calling to tell me the emergency squad was working on my brother and I needed to get a hold of my dad.
I remember when my best friend's twin called me (we are also friends, so this is not unusual.) I froze because I was certain she was going to tell me my best friend was dead. She called again and I couldn't answer. I had to take a minute to compose myself. I call her back. My best friend had been in a bad car accident. Her heart stopped twice. By the time I called back, she was stable. Spidey-senses can be difficult.
I was on the way to a weekend in the cape with my girlfriend when my step dad called me. He never calls. He hates technology. He avoids email, calling, anything other than face to face communication at all costs. My girlfriend didn’t get the same gut feeling seeing that he was calling, so she was confused when I answered my phone while driving. My mom, who had been diagnosed with lung cancer just short of 3 years prior was in the hospital and he calmly asked if we were available. We immediately turned the car to their home. My girlfriend kept saying we didn’t know enough to get scared or to react yet. Maybe it would all be okay. Saying anything she could to keep me sane on the three hour car ride. Maybe she was remaining positive. Maybe she truly believed it would be okay. But I knew it was too far gone. She passed about 2 hours after I arrived.
Why? She tried to keep him calm. I think she knew too, but tried to keep her bf and herself safe on the road..
Load More Replies...Freshman year of college, September 2012, barely a week in. My dad comes to visit me on campus unexpectedly. We text pretty frequently, but I wasn't expecting an actual in-person visit from family until a month in, since campus was an hour and a half from home. He seems pretty excited, and tells me that he found my high school class ring, which I thought I'd lost toward the start of the summer. It was a shade too large for my ring finger (which was how I lost it in the first place), so I decide to put it in my drawer for safekeeping. He stops me, though, and tells me he's taking it back with him if I don't wear it. It fits pretty well on my middle finger instead, so I roll with it, but something about the wording... worries me. Bad feeling number one. As mentioned, we texted frequently while he was working, and he was telling me all of the following week about a charity bike ride he was participating in on Friday morning. He was really excited about the whole thing, he'd been getting in shape for it and everything. Friday afternoon rolls around, and I text him to ask him how he did. Never get a response. Something about this... again, it worries me, but I brush it off. Maybe he was really tired, he probably fell asleep already. He'll text me tomorrow. Bad feeling number two. Next day, my uncle and cousin drive up to visit. I've been close with the cousin for years and he wanted to visit me on campus, so this didn't surprise me all that much, though I figured he would have called. Something seemed off, though, like he was hiding something. And at the end of the day, my uncle said that my mom wanted me to go home with them, as "there's a surprise at home" for me. Again, something was off in his voice when he said it. Bad feelings numbers three and four. When I get home, I find my mother weeping at the kitchen table, my brother is locked into his room (shared with me, so I slept on the couch that night), my sister is practically catatonic in her room, and even the dog looks depressed. Dad's dead. He suffered a heart attack during the bike ride, veered off course, fell off his bike. No one found him until it was too late. He died alone and in pain. I still haven't taken that ring off.
Your uncle spent a whole day with you not telling you that your father had died, waited until the end of the day and then says "there's a surprise at home for you"?!! Is it just me or did this uncle handle that in a really shitty way?! I would have been devastated / furious that he hadn't immediately said something like, "your dads been in an accident and I'm here to take you home", or even, "we need to take you home, something's happened, your mom will explain". This just seems like a really messed up way to do this.
No, it's not just you! Also, I can't understand why OP's Mom didn't ring immediately she knew OP's Dad was dead
Load More Replies...Sorry, but that's really a messed up way to tell you. "You have a surprise"???!!
You guys really need to learn and comprehend that grief affects every single one of us differently. For the state that everyone had been in, it seems to me that they were a close family and so, the telling of the devasting news must have been a hard discussion; unable to focus, can't bare to have to say such an awful thing has happened, want to respect the way the news is communicated.... he seems to have no hard feelings about it. Maybe his premonition was the world's lack of his uncle confessing the bad news. Disclaimer: As long as withholding the news isn't met with any ill intention or for a selfish reason. Yea.👍🏽
The uncle sounds entirely clueless. But grief makes people act strangely so I don't want to point fingers either.
My mom and dad were at some sort of festival when my dad felt some sort of change in the air, like something bad was going to happen. He and my mom got out of there quickly, wouldn't you know it, some drunk dude with a gun started firing at the crowd.
Me and my bff were just driving around saying…. Let’s go home these streets are already crazy. One shoot out, one robbery, one car accident-10 mile radius. Life is insane here
Load More Replies...This happened to me once. Had this total panic come over me like we have got to get out of here right now. Could not get my kids out of the place fast enough. The feeling was really intense but literally nothing happened 😂
Maybe some horrible events would have unfolded if you had stayed.
Load More Replies...When I first started driving I got the old family car. After a couple of months, I noticed it had this weird shake whenever I was in Park. I told my parents and they ignored me, as I probably would have if my brand-new-to-driving child complained to me about the car feeling weird. At one point my mom got annoyed with me asking and told me to ignore it because "car aren't meant to sit in Park". Turns out three out of the four engine mounts had completely eroded away.
Yeah, you may have just started driving, but you'd spent how many years sitting in that car? You knew how it was supposed to feel.
Right? I see this a lot with new drivers, people think they know nothing about how a car feels. I know that it is different from being a passenger, but not THAT different.
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A few years ago I was driving on the highway and my car was making an odd noise when going around curves. I texted my Dad (before texting and driving was illegal here in Canada) and he said to bring it by his house. When I got there, he got underneath to take a look and when he got back up, he said it was a good thing he didn't tell me to go ahead home and he'd look at it on the weekend like he'd intended. It was so rusted in parts that he was able to poke holes in sections of the frame. I was driving an hour to work and an hour home each day at the time and he figures I wouldn't have made it one more trip in that car...
The parents drove that car like that, totally ignorant of the problem. They risked their own lives. Good thing they gave him the car instead of driving it until the engine fell.
Load More Replies...I drove a '69 Fairlane and tried to tell pops that it would just race ahead after coming to a complete stop. He didn't believe me (what does a 17 year old girl know, amirite?)until it happened to him... but he couldn't hit the brake because the Fred Flintstone baby bottle I had fashioned into a bong had rolled under the brake pedal. Same - the motor mounts were nearly gone.
Do you rub their noses in it.? I mean super glad nothing bad happened but....
This is why, in civilised and sensible countries, we have a yearly test for cars over a certain age to make sure the engine / wheels / gearbox or doors, don't fall off.
What kind of shitty parent ignores their kid when they say the car they are driving doesn’t feel right, tells them to ignore it, and never has the car checked to see if something is wrong? Some people are too selfish + ignorant to be parents.
I had a dream that my brother died the night before he did (dream Friday night, found dead of an overdose Saturday), but the dream was so real that I thought it had actually happened for years. My parents didn’t tell us he’d died until Sunday but I knew he was dead the whole weekend and was confused as to why they were acting like I didn’t know (acting like I hadn’t seen what I’d “seen”).
I don’t really believe in premonitions or anything but that’s something I’ll never be able to explain. Still wonder how different life would be if the dream had woken me up and I went and said something to him. It was probably the defining event of my life when including everything that followed.
Like when I had a dream of being with my grandpa and telling him it was okay to go, because he was upset he wouldn’t get to see me before he left. I held his hand in the dream and told him it was okay, I’d see him when I got there (I live in a different state). Next morning at 6:45 am I get a missed call, then at 9 am I get another, it’s my mum telling me that my grandpa died that morning. At 6:45 :(
I held my friends hand, told him it was okay, and drove over a bridge with a magnificent sunset. Woke up to news that he committed suicide. The night my disabled uncle died, I dreamt he worked at a department store and ppl were bullying him. I yelled at them to leave him alone. Woke up to news he had died of a ruptured appendix, and drowned in his bile. He was nonverbal. God is real who ever he is.
Load More Replies...A random coincidence. I occasionally have dreams about people dying, but everyone's still alive.
So, what about for the people who about never or rarely dream, about people dying? What odds then?
Load More Replies...My 3rd cousin (14f) died 8 months after her mother's death. The night before her death, my aunt who relates me to her, saw the mother leading my cousin away, thanking my aunt for the support, and saying that she needed to take my cousin with her because she would not survive alone. We also found her diary, in which she wrote how hard it was to cope with everything.
Years ago..
I’m working one morning and my fiancée is off. She texts me around 10 or 11 and she says she had gone out to breakfast with her family and they bought her flowers and she was having a good morning.. blah blah.. I was glad to hear that because she didn’t really get along well with her family. The more the day went along, the more it all didn’t sound right.
Later that evening, she was acting unusual and she wouldn't tell me what was going on.. so I checked the cell phone account activity and learned not only had she been texting and calling this random guy constantly but she had been repeatedly lying to me about what she was doing or why she’d go do this and that or get off the phone with me (like to get back to work).. there were so many instances where she hung up with me and immediately called him and had lengthy conversations. I then pointed at the flowers that were sitting on my table in my apartment (really nice flowers, vase with marbles.. probably cost $60 easily). I asked if they were from him. They were.
That relationship ended right then and there.
Not sure this one fits in here. It's not ok to check her call history. Comes across as controlling and suggests she might have been afraid of him.
I really don't feel well about going through your partner's phone. Even though the suspicion was very justified in this case.
I mean if they had an open phone relationship it’s fine and also he might have been worried someone was harassing her or something happened with family. So yeah it’s kinda not good but depends on circumstances
Load More Replies...She was cheating on him with some man and then put some flowers he gave her onto his table?? Bloody hell, that's bold! A really horrible situation but it's a good job he discovered her massive infidelity before they got married.
Good for you nobody deserves to be treated that way. Take it from someone who lived with that.
This happened a couple of years ago at the church I attend. One day this young lady in her mid-20's started attending our services. She was very polite and friendly and seemed eager to be a part of our congregation. After several weeks she started bringing her brother, who I'll call Brody, along with her. He was slightly younger than her and seemed nice enough. The more time I spent around him, however, I began to realize how different he was. He was very socially awkward with odd mannerisms and speech patterns, but I just assumed he was autistic or something, so that wasn't a big deal. I didn't become alarmed until I noticed how fixated Brody was becoming on our pastor and his wife. He constantly followed them around like a puppy, begging for their attention, and growing upset when they associated with anyone besides him. Once while walking beside our pastor, I looked across the parking lot to see Brody giving me the most hateful stare you can imagine. I was instantly creeped out. From that moment I knew something was dangerously wrong with this man, but no one else seemed to notice it. Fast forward to several weeks later. I walk into church for the Wednesday night service to find our pastor alone, without his wife or children. He tells me he's sent his family away to a safe place for a few days. Apparently Brody had called the pastor's wife and had threatened her. Luckily he couldn't find a car to borrow, or he very likely would have carried out his threats. After the police came and placed him in custody, it was revealed that Brody had done this exact thing several times before to other women. It was all such a surreal experience. I've wondered if perhaps I should have spoken up about my early suspicions, but part of me thinks I would've just been laughed off or dismissed.
Shame on the sister for bringing him around knowing good and well what he'd done in the past
She might have thought bringing him to church would change something in him
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Wouldn't say 'something wrong';
Had an urge to call my brother, we didn't ever talk on the phone. Not that we weren't close, we'd catch up when I came back into town. By catch up we would spend ever night out with both of our groups of friends. We have a very close family.
I call and one of his "room mates" answers but I didn't recognize the voice, I ask for him. He asks me asks who it is, not completely odd since I never call, I tell him JB. Silence for 10 seconds and I'm told "he can't come to the phone JB, I'll have him call you." The way I was told was very odd, nice but dismissive, especially since I know his room mates. Oh well, maybe he'll call later, I head out to a chili cook off.
Come home and my room mate says, very somber, you have a message. He stands by me while I play it back. "Hey JB, it's Mom your brother died"
Went up for the funeral and dropped by his old house. I asked his good friend, "Why didn't you just tell me when I called?" He got wide eyed and said "That was you? We thought it was Johnson! You never call." Johnson shares my first name, Johnson was a friend of my brothers who would call regularly. I called just as the police arrived, the officer answered the phone. Officer asked them who is JB they assumed it was Johnson not me, his brother, his friends didn’t think to grab the phone and let me know
Edit: He died of unknown causes, fell asleep and didn't wake up. Also Mom was not cold with the message, disconnected but the message was said with tears and went on longer, plus she used his name not just your brother.
Same thing happened with a cousin of mine. Late 20s, fell asleep and didn't wake up. Sudden adult death. No reason for it at all. He just died.
Happened to my brother. Had a heart condition known as “Long QT Syndrome”
Load More Replies...1. A strange feeling to call his brother whom he didn't call usually to talk on the phone; hence, maybe not that close to each other, but still having a strange feeling that something ain't right. 2. Didn't get recognized by bro's roomies, but instead they confused OP with another friend who seems to had been calling OP's brother more frequently. Bottom line according to one possible interpretation is the 'metaphysical', where somebody has a strange, uneasy feeling and maybe also feeling bad, or even guilty to some extend, for not being 'there', not calling that often and thus maybe missed a chance to prevent his death. So to me, there's quite a depth to that story, a really sad story.
Load More Replies...There are a lot of different ways to break the news. Maybe that's all she could handle without completely breaking down. Have some sympathy and stop being such an a*****e for gosh sakes.
Load More Replies...Had a man come into the fast food restaurant where I used to work several years ago. It was just before closing, there were two of us up front, a manager a few yards away on a personal phone call, and someone in the back doing dishes. This man is a big, rough looking, blue collar kind of guy (this is relevant in a second). He orders a 3-piece meal, and my friend rings him up while I pack his food. My friend goes "you're total is $x.xx" and then I hear the register open and I hear the guy say "You have very soft hands, do you moisturize?". Instant alarm bells going off in my brain- this guy looks like a man's man, not the kind of person who would ever chat about skin care regimens. My friend is an idiot though, and starts prattling about lotions and what not. I don't do anything though- what am I going to call him out on- being too girly? But the next thing I hear is "oh, looks like you gave me the wrong change- you gave me a $20 and four $5s instead of a $5 and four $20's. Bam. We got ourselves a flimflammer. My friend is still oblivious at this point- the guy is literally showing her the $20 and four $5's, how can she argue? I'm still a little green myself and not sure what to do. I don't have proof of anything. Then he hits her again- asks for change for another large bill, distracts her with random chatter, then oh, look at that, she messed up his change again. By that time I had gone to my manager and tried to make him get off the phone. It took him a second to understand what I was saying. By the time he got to the front the charade was coming to an end- the guy saw us staring at him, grabbed his food and left. Our manager counted the drawer. He ended up getting just over $200 out of my idiot friend. She had to pay it all back (none of it would have happened if she followed store policy of counting change back into the customer's hand). Never really looked into the legality of that, and it's too far in the past now to do anything about it.
These guys are so good that they can flummox even veteran cashiers with good b.s. detectors. Wouldn't have believed it until i had it happen to me. Almost always takes two people to counter them too because you usually have to stop and count the till. They're extremely smooth.
Gosh in Britain when the cashier does rob you it is just tough, can't prove it.
Load More Replies...Friend's not an idiot. It's quite easy to do this to someone if they are not tuned in to it. It seems very normal at the time. When I was working retail in the late '80s, I remember this guy trying something on me, like he wanted change, but then in the middle of me giving him change, he wanted to re-change the change and my spidey-senses went off, but I still hadn't figured out exactly what he was switching with what. It was more instinct than calculation when I stopped dead, took the money that I felt belonged in the till and said we were done. He said I was cheating him and threatened to call the police. I told him to go right ahead. He decided to leave instead. In the end, the till was spot on. I just got lucky that I stopped it at the right time. Before internet or anything like that, you didn't know about these kinds of scams until they happened to you.
Long before the internet, I was taught to watch for this scam while training for work at a bank. Various friends were taught the same thing while training to work in retail stores or fast food places. This is a very old trick and very well known.
Load More Replies...When this happen to me at a supermarket checkout (till girl while in college)... My supervisor closed down the till and removed the drawer to the managers office to cash up... Genuine mistakes seen straight away.... Con artists do a runner! They mumble something about how they must have been mistaken and they shoot off very quickly!!!
Someone tried this on me once. We called them quick change con artists. The way it worked at that restaurant is you placed your order and instead of paying then you paid when your food was ready. This customer was very impatient and insisted in paying right when she placed her order. Handed me a hundred (for an order less than $20) and when i was getting her change she changed her mind, wanted to give me a smaller bill, reaching over the counter trying to grab money out of my hand, reaching for the drawer, generally just trying to confuse the crap outta me to giver her back the original hundred, the change, and whatever else she could grab. I knew exactly what she was doing, clammed the drawer shut, and told her to leave. She didnt get anything outta me.
I learned early on from a no nonsense manager never take the customers word for it and always count the till back first. It was my first job and I stuck with it. I would give you your change, if you asked for different bills you got 1 shot. Changed your mind? I get it wrong? I would call my supervisor and they were always more than happy to count my till back. 9 times out of 10 as soon as I'd say "count my till..." I'd get a "no that's not necessary"
I worked customer service at a supermarket for a few years and had my fair share of attempted con artists. One of my favorite encounters was with this tall, older, black guy. I forget if he played lotto or just purchased a few items, but I gave him his change back and he said it was the wrong change. I was certain he was wrong but he was adamant about it. I told him I'd count the till. He started berating me, calling me an idiot, cursing up a storm. His behavior reassured me that I was right so the whole time I was counting, I had a huge grin. I counted the till, checked it against the system and it was PERFECTLY EVEN, which is rare. Usually we're a few cents over or under, but at the perfect time, it was even. I showed him the proof without saying a word nor making eye contact, then turned to help the next customer. He walked off mumbling underneath his breath. FLAWLESS VICTORY.
I had someone try to pull that on me once. Luckily for me not only am I fantastic at math and pay attention, but my main goal is to get you in and out. I may seem rude but I'm not interested in chitchat and there's a lineup behind you.
Happened to me too but I am not that dumb to not recognise them. They were in a pair, one paid, the other one distracted. I loudly announced what I am giving Back, then Just before they started the whole "you gave us wrong money Back" or "you gave us more" I loudly closed my money drawer And announced that I need manager with Keys to open it without another purchase. My sister is a manager And she backed me up in this
It is soo easy to get taken by that scam. The scammer is doing it so smoothly and nonchalantly that it's easy to get confused. I'd have people try it on me and I caught it because I'd read about it in a fictional book about con artists during the Great Depression.
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Once at a party I was about to kiss this girl, but my spider senses tingled. I took a few steps back, and she was like "what the fu- " before throwing up. So glad I dodged that bullet.
Edit: This was on a University pubcrawl, and quite late, so everyone was kinda drunk. We were really hitting it off, before I just got this weird vibe, and a tingle down my neck, so I just moved back a few steps. I guess she had too much to drink, and she ended up throwing up. Not projectile vomiting. I sat her down and got her some water, and made sure she was with some friends before leaving.
Last month, i work in Domino's and the deilvery driver was out on two different deliveries which can take a while, but i started feeling anxious, felt like something is off even though he only left 5 minutes before that. Called him and he didn't pick up, my boss called half an hour later and told me that the driver had a serious accident and i will have no driver for at least 2 hours, he was in the hospital for a week but i was so stressed because he had a heart attack a month vefore that and he wasn't supposed to be working, he's fine now
I've delivered for Domino's for 14 years. I've had so many "bad" feelings, but luckily I've paid heed to them, and luckily nothing has ever come of them to prove my gut was right.
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I was walking home late at night and i jokingly told my friend were gonna get mugged due to just a weird feeling. Few minutes later bang! me and friend get mugged. I kind of jinxed myself by making that remark, but in the back of my head walking home at dark that day was not meant to happen. Firstly it was my brothers birthday but i opted to go to play for a football match instead, secondly my parents offered to pick me up due to it, being late at night but being the ignorant guy I declined. Sometimes there are warning signs before those weird feelings.
Man or woman stay safe. The animals on this planet are usually far less aggressive than people.
If you put yourself in a position to get mugged...you're gonna get mugged
I lived in the Middle East for about 9 years. One night I was out with 3 friends of mine and we were hanging out having a smoke out on the street.
Two cars pulled up and about 6-7 grown men stepped out of the car rather aggressively right in front of us. As soon as that happened one of the guys I was with very quickly took off and another guy leaned in grabbed my shoulder and said "Your name is Ahmed and you're muslim!" Thats when I thought to myself "Something is very wrong here."
Turned out this was a group of Muslim extremist and they stood really close to us and started telling us about their brotherhood. The one guy I was with who was Muslim did most of the talking until a military truck pulled up, guns drawn, and told them to f**k off. They then said that they were just chatting and causing no problems, Military asked us if we were fine and told us to stay out of this area late at night.
Ummm dont think this meets the agenda. He didn't have a bad feeling that saved him or someone else. His friends just knew the area and the people and what their issue would be.
Regular Muslim’s don’t like extremists either, no one sane likes any extremists of any kind really.
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When I had the feeling my girlfriend staying up at 3AM most nights in her college dorm wasn't just because she couldn't sleep. Discovered a week later I'd been cheated on.
Such lovely people if you don't want to be with your current bf/gf break up. Instead of hurting the other person by cheating.
You almost got it. They want to be with their current bf/gf AND sleep with someone else. Monogamy is just one of many possibilities.
Load More Replies...I worked in an office in London only part-time, 2 days a week, Mondays and Thursdays, but lived in Stansted, about 50 min train journey. On this Thursday I really couldn't drag myself out of bed, I wasn't sick or slept badly, I just couldn't move so I thought I was coming down with something and called in sick. I went back to sleep for another hour or so, woke up feeling better so not to completely waste the day I went for a walk in town to do some shopping. This was way before smartphones so I had a simple mobile phone, I took it out to check the time and there was about 15 unanswered calls from my parents, who live abroad. I of course thought something happened with one of them or my siblings and before I could dial back it rang again and my mum was screaming "where are you, where are you" and I said I'm out in town doing shopping, why? It was the 7th July 2005, the day of the London tube terrorist attacks, and I very very very likely would've been in one of the trains.
I had the SAME happening to me! On that same day in London innthe morning I was supposed to go to the centre, to Kings's Cross, to the Library to study. But I just couldn't make mysrlf to do it, I really didn't feel like going - really unusual for me. So I slept in and didn't really understand myself, why I was so lazy.... Since then, I realised, my gut instinct warns me this way. When I didn't listen to it, I was hit by a car, for example.
Load More Replies...If anyone were around to hear them, I suspect, 'My gut instinct is never wrong' are the last words of many people.
Ok, here's an example of the opposite. When i was a kid, i was in the airport in Montreal getting ready to go on a month-long visit to relatives i had never met before. Was super not looking forward to it. Noticed that the gate next to ours was boarding for India and really wished in that moment that i could be on that flight instead of mine. Found out after i got back from the visit that the flight to India blew up. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air_India_Flight_182
While my wife was carrying our first child, we were stuck in a traffic jam on a two-lane motorway. We were at the back of the jam in the outside lane, with one car behind us. I just felt I had to get us out of there, so I drove up btween the car in front of us and the cnetral reservation crash-barriers. My Mrs asked what was I doing. Just was I said "We have to get out of here", the car that was behind us slammed into the one that had been in front us. It had been rear-ended by another car going way too fast. An hour and a half later, on the way home, we passed the spot. They were still cutting the people out of the car that had been behind us. There were four cars, in total, that had been smashed together. We would have been in the middle. The rest of the trip home was in stunned silence.
I told my husband one time to get off the freeway now when I was pregnant. I felt really uneasy. Thank God he listened to me. A tractor trailer with failed brakes ramed into the back of a truck and killed the two people in it right as soon as he took the exit. We were just in that spot. Always follow my gut instinct.
Load More Replies...My best friend and I were so close that I would pick-up the phone before it rang, knowing it was her. After both of us married, I moved to North Carolina while she stayed in Florida. I called my mom and told her that my friend was pregnant with twins and something was horribly wrong. My friend had not told me. I went on vacation to FL, and dropped in to see Denice and as I hugged her and said, "congratulations on the twins." She said she knew I would know, but she wasn't having twins. Before the babies were born, I moved back to FL. On a Thursday night I got seriously ill. My mother called to tell me that Denice was in labor, but something was wrong. She had pre-eclampsia, and the twins were 7 lbs. 13 oz, and 7 lbs. 11 oz. I couldn't go to her because of my own illness. Then her husband called to ask if I would take a twin if my friend died. I was hysterical inside, but had to be strong for him. She pulled through, but has no memory of their first month of life. The first pictures in
their baby book is me holding them. They are 42.
Load More Replies...Talked to a co-worker, nearly in tears. She had a headache, dizzy etc. i left her office and when i wanted to sit down at my place 2 rooms away i had a sudden urge to return to her. Now! As i did, a co-worker came out asking "did she go home?" I was sure she was still in the office and entered. She was lying under the table with a epileptic attack and no breathing. They found an aneurysm near the brain which caused the epileptic. She's ok now :)
I was feeling worn down and it had come on suddenly. Decided to get it checked out. Visit to Dr who sent me to ER for blood tests. Almost put the ER visit off but decided to get it done right away. Results came back and immediately sent to leukemia ward. I do not know about all Leukemias but the type I had is aggressive and develops *very* quickly. It does respond well to treatment but without it you have a few weeks at most. Your immune system shuts down and your blood clotting fails. You either die from bleeding (often internal), infections or both. I now tell my friends (especially male friends) to go to the damned Dr. if you feel off.
Sometimes these instincts are you seeing subtle signs but not registering them on a conscious level. Growing up in the messy part of town kind of hone these instincts in a way. While in college, I was out for drink with friends one night. I'm a few years older than them. They wanted to go to a place that I know is... quite shady. They've never experienced that side of society. An hour or two in, I noticed two groups of people having an argument. A little shoving, some cussing. Now that could go two ways. They could just let it go or they make phone calls, which is bad. Either way, I insisted we get out of there. Took maybe 30 minutes to finally leave but as soon as we got far enough but can still see the entrance, a massive brawl broke out. Turned out one group were waiting for an ambush. Long story short, everyone at the place got carted off to the police station or the hospital depending on their level of involvement.
So this my story isn't too serious, but it's still kinda weird. One day, at school, even though everything seemed completely normal, I had this feeling that I wouldn't go back to school for a long time, but I ignored it as anxiety. Fast forward to that night, my mom gets a call saying that I can't go back to school duo to covid. That day was March 13, 2020. More recently (and not as serious) I had a feeling on another Friday that I wouldn't see my friends for a while. I was then quarantined for 3 weeks.
I worked in an office in London only part-time, 2 days a week, Mondays and Thursdays, but lived in Stansted, about 50 min train journey. On this Thursday I really couldn't drag myself out of bed, I wasn't sick or slept badly, I just couldn't move so I thought I was coming down with something and called in sick. I went back to sleep for another hour or so, woke up feeling better so not to completely waste the day I went for a walk in town to do some shopping. This was way before smartphones so I had a simple mobile phone, I took it out to check the time and there was about 15 unanswered calls from my parents, who live abroad. I of course thought something happened with one of them or my siblings and before I could dial back it rang again and my mum was screaming "where are you, where are you" and I said I'm out in town doing shopping, why? It was the 7th July 2005, the day of the London tube terrorist attacks, and I very very very likely would've been in one of the trains.
I had the SAME happening to me! On that same day in London innthe morning I was supposed to go to the centre, to Kings's Cross, to the Library to study. But I just couldn't make mysrlf to do it, I really didn't feel like going - really unusual for me. So I slept in and didn't really understand myself, why I was so lazy.... Since then, I realised, my gut instinct warns me this way. When I didn't listen to it, I was hit by a car, for example.
Load More Replies...If anyone were around to hear them, I suspect, 'My gut instinct is never wrong' are the last words of many people.
Ok, here's an example of the opposite. When i was a kid, i was in the airport in Montreal getting ready to go on a month-long visit to relatives i had never met before. Was super not looking forward to it. Noticed that the gate next to ours was boarding for India and really wished in that moment that i could be on that flight instead of mine. Found out after i got back from the visit that the flight to India blew up. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air_India_Flight_182
While my wife was carrying our first child, we were stuck in a traffic jam on a two-lane motorway. We were at the back of the jam in the outside lane, with one car behind us. I just felt I had to get us out of there, so I drove up btween the car in front of us and the cnetral reservation crash-barriers. My Mrs asked what was I doing. Just was I said "We have to get out of here", the car that was behind us slammed into the one that had been in front us. It had been rear-ended by another car going way too fast. An hour and a half later, on the way home, we passed the spot. They were still cutting the people out of the car that had been behind us. There were four cars, in total, that had been smashed together. We would have been in the middle. The rest of the trip home was in stunned silence.
I told my husband one time to get off the freeway now when I was pregnant. I felt really uneasy. Thank God he listened to me. A tractor trailer with failed brakes ramed into the back of a truck and killed the two people in it right as soon as he took the exit. We were just in that spot. Always follow my gut instinct.
Load More Replies...My best friend and I were so close that I would pick-up the phone before it rang, knowing it was her. After both of us married, I moved to North Carolina while she stayed in Florida. I called my mom and told her that my friend was pregnant with twins and something was horribly wrong. My friend had not told me. I went on vacation to FL, and dropped in to see Denice and as I hugged her and said, "congratulations on the twins." She said she knew I would know, but she wasn't having twins. Before the babies were born, I moved back to FL. On a Thursday night I got seriously ill. My mother called to tell me that Denice was in labor, but something was wrong. She had pre-eclampsia, and the twins were 7 lbs. 13 oz, and 7 lbs. 11 oz. I couldn't go to her because of my own illness. Then her husband called to ask if I would take a twin if my friend died. I was hysterical inside, but had to be strong for him. She pulled through, but has no memory of their first month of life. The first pictures in
their baby book is me holding them. They are 42.
Load More Replies...Talked to a co-worker, nearly in tears. She had a headache, dizzy etc. i left her office and when i wanted to sit down at my place 2 rooms away i had a sudden urge to return to her. Now! As i did, a co-worker came out asking "did she go home?" I was sure she was still in the office and entered. She was lying under the table with a epileptic attack and no breathing. They found an aneurysm near the brain which caused the epileptic. She's ok now :)
I was feeling worn down and it had come on suddenly. Decided to get it checked out. Visit to Dr who sent me to ER for blood tests. Almost put the ER visit off but decided to get it done right away. Results came back and immediately sent to leukemia ward. I do not know about all Leukemias but the type I had is aggressive and develops *very* quickly. It does respond well to treatment but without it you have a few weeks at most. Your immune system shuts down and your blood clotting fails. You either die from bleeding (often internal), infections or both. I now tell my friends (especially male friends) to go to the damned Dr. if you feel off.
Sometimes these instincts are you seeing subtle signs but not registering them on a conscious level. Growing up in the messy part of town kind of hone these instincts in a way. While in college, I was out for drink with friends one night. I'm a few years older than them. They wanted to go to a place that I know is... quite shady. They've never experienced that side of society. An hour or two in, I noticed two groups of people having an argument. A little shoving, some cussing. Now that could go two ways. They could just let it go or they make phone calls, which is bad. Either way, I insisted we get out of there. Took maybe 30 minutes to finally leave but as soon as we got far enough but can still see the entrance, a massive brawl broke out. Turned out one group were waiting for an ambush. Long story short, everyone at the place got carted off to the police station or the hospital depending on their level of involvement.
So this my story isn't too serious, but it's still kinda weird. One day, at school, even though everything seemed completely normal, I had this feeling that I wouldn't go back to school for a long time, but I ignored it as anxiety. Fast forward to that night, my mom gets a call saying that I can't go back to school duo to covid. That day was March 13, 2020. More recently (and not as serious) I had a feeling on another Friday that I wouldn't see my friends for a while. I was then quarantined for 3 weeks.
