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35 Times People Felt “Something’s Not Right Here” And Acted On Gut Feelings That Saved Their Lives
Sixth sense, ineffable hunch, quirky urge, inner voice, or whatever you want to call it, we all have experienced those intuitive whispers before. You know, this mysterious sensation that overflows your body to tell you something feels right or wrong and leaves you unable to articulate the reasons for your judgment. But the question is, how often do you really trust your gut?
We’re sometimes advised against following intuition blindly, as it can betray us and leave us hanging. Although more often, our spidey senses kick into overdrive to guide us through tough decisions and steer us toward new positive adventures. But when we get that sinking feeling in the pit of our stomach that warns us something’s horrible about to happen — we listen to it without any doubts.
"When did your 'something’s not right here' gut feeling ever save you?" asked Redditor IChronoI and immediately sparked a viral thread. Thousands of people jumped to the comment section to share real-life examples of how counting on that little voice at the back of their heads saved them from uncomfortable, dangerous, and even potentially life-threatening situations. We at Bored Panda gathered some of the most unbelievable stories from the post to share with you all. Just to warn you, though, some of them are not for the faint of heart, so proceed with caution!
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In 2004, on Boxing Day. Not me but my mother. Family trip including all cousins and extended family on my dad's side to visit the coastal South of Sri Lanka on vacation, about 20 people in all.
Well planned trip, last moment my mother didn't want to go. No reason at all. None of us could get her to explain why but she refused to go. So we went inland on a different trip to see some other relatives.
Around midday, the entire extended family now on both sides were sitting shocked in front of the television watching the very same hotel we booked being washed away live by the tsunami.
To date, she still can't explain what she felt.
I still remember this tsunami. because it happened close to where I live. it's a nightmare. I cried everytime I saw the news on tv
This will probably get buried here like the last time I tried to post this story, but here goes.
When I was a kid, probably 4 or 5, I was sitting in the front passenger seat of my mom’s car. We were at a red light, and all of a sudden, I had this huge urge to jump to the back seat. My mom flipped out. Started yelling at me about how I shouldn’t ever do that in a car or I could get seriously hurt.
Light turns green, my mom starts to turn left, and the passenger side of our car gets hit by another car so hard, that it knocks our car out off the road and into a tree.
We were later told that had I been in the front seat, I would have probably been k*lled.
Something similar happened to me. I was 18 and we'd been driving around without seatbelts on, as you do. Then we dropped out friend off and got back in the car. And I turned to my friend and insisted that we all put our seatbelts on. He didn't want too but I made him. As we came out of the turning to go left, a car overtook the car that had stopped to let us out and he hit us so violently the car ended up facing right. We span out. The car was totalled. We both walked away without a scratch. The ambulance guy couldn't believe it.
My aunt told me a story about my dad, who greatly dislikes his sister and is an all around a*****e 98% of the time, calling her out of the blue one night while she was in college. She answered, he said he didn't know why but he had this urge to call her, to make sure she was okay. She told him she was fine and thanked him for calling to check on her.
She never told anyone else except me, and hopefully a therapist or two, but she was holding the bottle of pills she was planning to commit s**cide with right when he called her. Twenty some years later and she's very happy with her decision to live.
I think that no matter how much your siblings annoy you the bond is still strong enough to know if one of them is in danger
I went to hospital with shortness of breath and my heart racing. They did a chest x-ray, blood test for blood clots, ecg, and a few other tests but all came back normal. After observing me overnight everything still looked good, oxygen saturation was perfect, my heart rate was still a bit elevated but nothing too crazy, and it seemed that it was likely leftover symptoms from a bad virus that I'd had a week or so earlier.
The ER doctor asks me how I would feel if they sent me home and I just had a bad feeling about it all. I told him as such and that I had no real basis for it except that I just felt off about it. He said fair enough, let's try one more test and if that comes back negative then we'll send you up to General Medicine and see if they can track something down.
That test was a VQ scan that found despite all other tests showing no results for blood clots, I actually had a whole bunch of them in both lungs. I ended up with a diagnosis of unprovoked bilateral pulmonary embolisms and am on blood thinners for life.
Super grateful both for the bad feeling and the ER doctor who was willing to listen to it!
Now that’s a good doctor. Listening to the patient and not just their symptoms.
About 10 years ago, working security at a site about 50 miles from home, got off shift at midnight, and didn't bother to change out of uniform because I was only going to stop for gas. Two stations in the town I was working in were open after midnight, but it slipped my mind as I drove past the first one. Pulled into the other, (same brand, same gas price, same sort of dump entirely) and just didn't like something about it. Nobody else around but he clerk that I could see, but I decided to go back to the other one.
Topped off and headed back out of town, I get close to that station again. Three city cop cars, two deputies and a state trooper are outside blocking the road with guns drawn. Turns out a city cop walked in on a robbery. Dude put a bullet in his vest, and the store owner knocked the robber out cold with a bat before the cop could recover enough to get his gun out.
That would have been me, in a uniform with a nice shiny badge, but no body armor.
I woke up from a deep sleep at like 2AM during a winter storm, something wasn't right... I immediately went looking for my senior dog and couldn't find her anywhere in the house. My roommates had a tendency to let her out for a walk and forget about her, closing the door.
I ran to the front of the house and found her laying on the welcome mat, she was hardly breathing and covered in snow... She had been outside alone for at the very least 5 hours. I moved out shortly after.
My mom dropped my 3 year old brother off at daycare before she had to work in the morning. When she got to work she had this terrible feeling something was wrong with him. She ended up leaving work and drove to the daycare. She found the daycare lady inside sleeping while the daycare kids (including my brother) were running around the pool. My brother never went back to that daycare again.
I was told by people I knew that they were in..Buenos Aires or some part of Mexico...? Don't remember it correctly. Anyway. They weren't locals, but the mum was working for a foreign company, so they moved to lived there. So, he drove his son to daycare, went to work...but on the way he got a bad feeling that something might happen to their son, so he returned. He went there and the kid, who usually was happy in daycare, was crying way out normal limits he won't like to be there. So they somehow managed to pick him and take out of the daycare for that day. Turned out that that day some gang went to that daycare and kidnapped children of foreign workers to get ransom. Their son somehow (2yr old and something) felt something is not right and didn't wanted to be there, before anything happened.They were even questioned by the police if they knew something was going to happen because they picked up their son beforeheads.
It wasn't mine but my boss' actually. It was any old day at work, it was about to be dinner rush and I was tired. As usual I was going to go to the dollar store to get some RedBull. I asked my manager if he wanted to split it bc they were 2 for $5, he said no but as soon as I reached the door he said wait. I asked him what was wrong and he said I should go later, he didn't give me a reason and we're pretty relaxed so I told him to p**s off and as soon as I pushed the door outwards I hear a sound I can't even describe aside from just BREAKING. Whatever it was it was broken, that's all I knew. Turns out an SUV drove straight into that dollar store's front door [and their red bull fridge]. My manager has annoyed me like that a million times, but I'll never forget the time he saved my life with his BS.
When I was in Afghanistan I was sitting in some walled farm compound we'd commandeered, and I was looking up at some hills. For some reason I cant put my finger on to this day, I decided we would be attacked soon, and ordered my men to move to cover out of sight of the hill on the opposite side of the compound sheltered by a large wall. An absurdly long 15 minutes later, my squad is kinda shooting me sideways glares like they think I stood them to for nothing. Getting paranoid, jumping at shadows maybe.
Riiiiight about when the next most senior ranking guy aside from myself was looking like he was gonna say something a barrage of gunfire hit the spot we'd all been sitting, then an RPG round blew a hole in the wall at exactly the spot i'd been leaned up against.
Moving to the other side of the compound where the enemy couldnt angle thier fire directly on top of us from the overlooking hills probably saved atleast my life for sure, and probably several others.
There was not one single reason to suspect an attack was coming. We had not recieved incoming fire in 3 weeks, there had never been enemy activity in that sector for almost a year according to intel reports.
A lot of the time intuition is about your subconscious spotting something your conscious mind has missed, which absolutely sounds like the case here. Good thing the OP decided to listen to it!
I was learning violin when I was about 10 from an instructor at my local music shop. I got the weirdest feeling from him even though he didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. I wanted to vomit every time I looked at him, especially his hands. After 4 lessons I told my parents that I had a terrible feeling about him and I never wanted to go back. Luckily, they listened and didn’t make me ever go to him again. A few years later he was arrested for molesting multiple of his students. I have no idea how I knew something was off. He never did or said anything but I just felt it.
This kid was lucky because the parents listened and believed him/her instead of dismissing his/her instincts.
(it didn't save me but i saved someone else) when i was 6 my brother (8 at the time) and i would go to my grandmas house while our mom worked late some nights. anyway one day i was just randomly thinking about fire alarms. i don't know what caused me to think about it but after i started i couldn't stop. i have adhd and this super focus thing so whenever i'm thinking about something as simple as fire alarms it consumes my mind. i asked my grandma and she said she hadn't tested hers in a while. just for kicks she did and sure enough the batters were dead. she replaced the batters and made sure they worked. the VERY next morning her house caught on fire while she was asleep. if she didn't hear the fire alarms she would've been trapped in her room on the second story without a phone or anyway to contact help. she most likely would've died. i always make sure fire detectors/alarms work in my house now.
Few years back I went to uni in Brussels. I would always take the train to get there. One morning I just woke up and didnt feel great at all. Keep in mind I have had a horrible flair up of Crohns for the last weeks. But this felt different. Guess it was my gut.
So instead of pushing through it like I did with ly Crohns, I decided to stay home for once. This was the only day out of 2 that I ever stayed home from uni.
That day the terror attack happened on the train that I usually ride to get to uni.
My boyfriend and I were visiting friends for a week in Phoenix. We girls were lounging at the pool while the guys were flexing their grilling skills. My boyfriend paused a moment, stood very still then told me to go get dressed, we had to go. Right now. I wanted to fuss but something told me not to. We drove straight through to San Antonio right to his parents very rural house. (before cell phones and they didn’t have a land line within a half mile) Seconds before we arrived his little sister had jumped off of a rain barrel and landed on a metal spike that went straight up through her foot and into her leg. His dad was at work so there was no car available there. She was bleeding like crazy and his mother had just walked out and found her. I don’t know what spoke to him in Phoenix, but it would have been all bad if we had not arrived exactly when we did.
I'd be curious to know whether he had a premonition or got the gut feeling once she got hurt?
I was on a road trip with my dad through mountainous terrain and it started raining. We were stuck in our car because of a traffic jam on a very narrow mountain road. I got a feeling that we should not be here and I told my dad that we should get out of the car just in case. My dad gave me a puzzled look but agreed after I insisted. It probably was only a minute that passed after we took shelter in a nearby tea stall that a thunderous sound startled the bejeezus out of us. Lo and behold our car was nowhere to be found. In its place was a boulder. A boulder the size of a house. From that moment onwards final destination has been my least favourite movie.
When I was 18 in my first year of college, I was walking into a convenience store and two girls popped out of a car to ask me to buy them cigarettes because they said they were 17 (needed to be 18). I said sure, took their money and order, and as I was walking in, a bald 40-something guy wearing a button down shirt walked out.
I immediately was thinking that guy's a cop. I bought for me and the girls, and asked the clerk straight up if that guy was a cop. Clerk confirmed it for me.
So I walked out, told the girls to meet me across the street, and walked back to my dorm.
Across the street I saw the cop creeping behind a building in his unmarked Crown Victoria, and so I walked right back into my dorm without waiting for trap.
The whole thing was a sting set up outside a dorm to catch college freshman buying cigs for people a year younger than them. Such a waste of time. The girls were in on it, the clerk knew but had no choice, and because of my hunch and his confirmation, I walked right out of it with two free packs of smokes.
I had gone to this bar back home with a few friends and afterwards everyone was supposed to go to this house party. I was game to go from the moment I was invited. Halfway through the night I had this gut feeling to not go. I told my best friend that she shouldn’t go but she insisted that she wanted to go because there were a few cute guys there. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we shouldn’t go, but she talked me into it. When we got in my car to head to the party the gut feeling was worse. I grew up around cars and drive a manual (my best friend is completely clueless when it comes to cars) so I deliberately grinded the gears and jerked the car and made it stall, acting like something was wrong. I pretended to try to fix what wasn’t broken and after about 15-20 minutes of “fixing” my car, cops and fire trucks followed by EMS flew by us. I “fixed” my car but told my best friend that I just wasn’t feeling well and she agreed and said my car breaking down ruined her mood, so we went back to my place to watch movies. About an hour after getting home we got a call from a friend of ours saying that the girl who owned the house and who was throwing the party was cheating on her husband who was deployed and came back in leave to surprise her and caught her in bed with his buddy. Dude pulled a gun and started shooting at this girl and his friend while everyone else fled the house.
I was with a co-worker. He had lied to me about going to a family party of his. But when I showed up, it was just him and I and we went to a bar. I rolled my eyes and just thought I could clench my teeth through it.
He knew the owner of the bar. And got me alcoholic drinks (I was only 20). I started pouring out the drinks when the dude was shooting pool because I didn't want to be tipsy/drunk while dealing with him (that decision honestly saved me).
I told him I wanted to go home, but he talked me into taking him home first. So I followed the directions he gave me and I pulled into a hookah bar parking lot instead. He started getting really aggressive and trying to kiss me. I kept pushing him off. I was still trying to be polite but firm and telling him to stop. That's when I noticed the group of guys around my car, talking to my coworker in my car in another language. He then opened my car door, got out, and proceeded to grab me by the hair to try to pull me out of my car, the other guys gathering around.
I had the mind to lock my door when I noticed the other guys. I also had put my car in reverse. So when he grabbed my hair I let off the brake and my car started rolling back so he let go of me.
It was terrifying. I told our boss the next day and he quit when our boss asked him about it.
Whenever me, my sister and our friends went out, we usually stopped at a small convenience store to get snacks and drinks, but this time, I asked my sister to go to one of the chain grocery stores, specifically downtown. She went in to get the snacks and at the same time, we hear screaming in the parking lot. We look over and some guy is trying to push a woman in a car. She'd latched onto the steering wheel and wouldn't budge. Three of us got out of my sisters car and started yelling at him while our other friend laid on the horn to attract attention. There was so much noise, he didn't hear the cops pulling in from the other side and they got him.
Not me, but my mother, saved my grandfathers life when he had a stroke in his chair in their living room.
We had all started to walk around the the development, when my mother, after about 50-75 meters from the house said, "I am going to go back and check on Dad." I went with her, and I nearly witnessed my grandfather die. He was on the chair, conscious, but unable to move or talk... Just looking at my mother with bulging eyes. She called 911 once, then twice when she felt that they were running late. Ambulance came, got him on the stretcher, but it was too wide to fit out the door. We ended up tearing the door frame off to get him out.
Because he was conscious, he actually remembers the ride to the hospital. He told us later that he heard the driver or someone say, there is not a chance that this guy lives. That was when I was around 5-6 years old. He is still alive to this day, more than a decade later.
At my mothers funeral, part of his speech was about how, without my mothers actions, he would not have been able to spend time with her during her final years of life. And for that, he is eternally grateful.
A heartbreaking story, seeing the father was saved by his daughter and years later he is attending her funeral.
I had a gut feeling I should pull my wallet and phone out of my purse. Not even 20 seconds later, I get mugged. The man dragged me across the sidewalk and stole my purse BUT all he ended up getting was a juice box and my birth control.
My mom and her entire family were saved from dying from Carbon Monoxide poisoning by her dad. He left for work, got a weird feeling and drove back home. Everyone in the house was unconscious, and he had to drag or carry them all outside one by one. They all survived.
I was president of a club, and a guy who'd recently joined just set off my alarm bells, but he never did anything wrong. I still couldn't shake the feeling he was off. I asked my best friend, a pretty burly guy, to just keep an eye on him during a conference we went to.
Most of the club (minus me) went to a party at the conference, my best friend kept an eye on the weird guy for most of the night, and ended up stopping him from raping a passed out drunk girl.
I pretty much always trust my gut feelings now.
Edit: it was a Model UN, I'm a girl, the conferences were actual conferences lmao
Women's intuition - ladies, always listen to your gut when a guy is setting off your "creep alarm"!
It didn't save me, but saved a friend.
A big group of friends and I were walking home from an event in a town we weren't used to. It was night, and hardly anyone was around--empty streets and all that. We were walking down a sidewalk that had high fences next to it, so when you turned a corner, whatever was around it was out of sight. One of the girls fell behind (distracted by her phone, I think), and I noticed, so I started drifting behind as well to become a sort of midway point between her in the group.
Soon, we were nearing where we were staying, and our group rounded a corner, then started making their way into the yard where our living quarters were. I saw a car drive past us, then turn the corner down the street the girl was still on. As soon as I saw it, I suddenly got this suspicious, awful feeling, so I stopped, and went back to the corner to keep an eye on the friend.
The car drove past her, stopped, did a complete u-turn, and slowly started creeping up behind/alongside her. She was still on her phone, and wasn't noticing a thing. I stepped out from behind the corner, and started walking towards her. The car sped off quickly as soon as the driver saw me.
It scares me that someone could have grabbed her, and none of us would have seen a thing. It would have just been one of those cliche movie moments where you turn around, and realize a member of the group is missing. To compound that potential tragedy, she'd just gotten engaged a few weeks prior.
I think the fact that we had worked with some safe houses in the area that discussed human trafficking probably aided in me being on high alert, and the area we were in was known for that sort of thing.
I was building a fort in the woods near my house as a kid. Got this eerie feeling that something was wrong so I packed my stuff and made my way home. Next day, on my way to school on the bus, my friend mentioned a cougar his family saw running across the road that was within a couple hundred feet of where I was. It just so happened to be at the same time I was out there.
I was walking to the barbershop, and for some reason, everything just felt off. I ignored the feeling but every step I took just made me feel like something wasn't right, so I decided to just go grab some food and come back. While I was eating I saw police cars and ambulances driving to around where I was before, it turns out there was a murder. Now I always listen to my gut feeling.
I was 15 years old and my mom dropped me off at McDonald’s to get breakfast while she went across the street to get Starbucks. It was a shopping mall in suburbia and we were on the way to pick up a new kitten a few hours away. Instead of walking the 100 yards to my mom I sat outside waiting for her to pick me up. Teenagers I guess. As I’m standing there a guy in an old station wagon with two kids in the back starts talking to me. He asks me where I’m going and I say whatever town it was. He says he’s going there too with his kids and asks if I want to come. I tell him no that my mom is across the street and he comes closer. My gut is saying something is off so I see a random woman walk out of Starbucks and I point to her and say that’s my mom right there. He freaked out and left really quick. I still remember those two kids in the backseat. They looked so off. I wonder to this day if they are okay.
EDIT 1: I did not tell my mom and I don’t know why. I think I was scared she would be upset with me and not want to go get a kitten (I was barely 15 and teenagers are selfish buttheads). I finally told her a few years ago and she was super upset about it. I was so freaked out I didn’t even think to get a plate. I grew up in suburbia but the rich kind of suburbia where this kind of stuff was never talked about. I wasn’t into true crime so I had no idea what you’re supposed to do. If I had the knowledge I have now I obviously would have handled it totally differently.
I find it super sad the op feels they have to explain why they reacted they did, why they didn't do this or know that. Hunny you do not have to explain this. How you react in a situation is how you react and that is ok.
When I was young (around 8 or 9 probably), I lived 3 blocks from a convenience store. It was the early 90s. My best friend and I convinced our parents to let us walk to the store alone to get some snacks. Important to add that the two blocks closest to the store are connected but the 3rd block we lived on was it's own unconnected neighborhood. So anyway, as we are walking back from the store, we are coming up to the first street and a truck drives by and stops on the side of the road in between the first and second block on our side if the road. I stopped and told my friend that we should go down the first street and go through the neighborhood, come back out the second street and then head to our 3rd street to avoid the truck. She thought I was being stupid but I refused to keep walking on the main street so she followed me down the first road. We are now in the first neighborhood and about halfway between the first and second street when we see the truck slowly driving down the second street into the neighborhood. The driver sees us and immediately slams on the gas and turns his truck towards us on the street. We ran and hid in some bushes further into the nighborhoodbfor about ten minutes. We heard the truck driving by back and forth for about the first five and then it was quiet so we started making our way out of the neighborhood towards the second street again. Suddenly. Here comes the truck again slowly, sees us and guns it towards us again. We jumped over a fence into a back yard and started pounding on the back door. By the way this is a tuesday. Middle of the day during summer vacation... most people are at work. But miraculously, a man and woman open the door and let us in. The woman had just had a baby like a week before so they were home on leave. They called the cops and my mom and the man went outside. He said the truck drove by and the man saw him standing outside and sped out of the neighborhood. Cops and my mom showed up minutes later and we gave a description and never heard anything about it again. Our parents just drove us to the convenience store from then on. My mom still talks about it to this day and how shocked she was that I had such a strong intuition at that age.
It's so upsetting just how many of these horrible predatory men are out there.
I was in the Amazon as the end to a 3 month solo trip around Latin America. Wanted to enjoy one last walk through the jungle before leaving so left my jungle lodge around 8am to walk down to a small river nearby.
I stop and close my eyes to listen to the sounds as the jungle is super loud with crickets, birds, insects etc. Almost immediately I got a weird feeling and felt really uncomfortable - which was weird because up until then I'd only felt peaceful and happy. When I opened my eyes, I realised everything had gone completely quiet which was definitely NOT normal and not something I had experienced in other rain forests I'd been to. It was bizarre. I immediately felt that I had to leave and fast.
After I dipped and got back to the jungle lodge, i told the tour guide what happened and he said it usually only gets quiet when there is a big predator close by - thanks but no thanks!
Someone should have chosen a more appropriate picture, tigers don't live in the Amazon.
A few years ago, when I was 19 and studying abroad in Europe, and my friend and I decided to go to Turkey. It was our first time really traveling on our own without a group and we decided to walk around the square outside of the Blue Mosque. We felt very safe during the day and decided to see the city at night with the lights. As we were in the square, we were hounded by typical store owner's trying to sell us something. Finally, most went away and as we were going back to our hotel, a younger guy approached us. He said he had a shop on the corner, which he pointed to with lots of souvenirs including carpets. I grew up with a lot of handmade, woven carpets from my parents travels to the middle east and Asia. I decided it would be a nice gift. So we follow him, when we get to what we thought was his shop, we stopped.
We started to walk in and he said not that one, the one around the corner. We poke our head around and sure enough see a store, only selling carpets. I started to get a slightly strange feeling but nothing overwhelming, so we followed him as we could see the store. When we walked in, about 13-15 other men were in the shop. They were pointing out carpets and showing us around and I started to get really uncomfortable. My friend seemed completely at ease, so we followed the group around the bend to the other part of the store. In Turkey, it is common to be offered tea, so that part is not particularly odd, but the men, who were now circling us, were insistent that we have tea with them in the basement. I kept saying no but they were leading us towards steps, completely surround us. We got to the steps and my friend started walking down, my body began to sweat, my heart went crazy, and I never had such an overwhelming fear. I kept trying to think of how we could overpower these men.
I grabbed my phone, stopped in my tracks, and gasped. "Friend's name, we need to go right now. My mom just texted me asking why we aren't back at the hotel yet cause the map shows we're at this store. We're supposed to facetime with them in 10 minutes."
The men kind of look around and tell us we can have tea in less than that amount of time. I keep insisting that my parents are freaking out because they can tell were in the carpet store and not the hotel and that they will likely contact the embassy if we don't get going. They continued blocking the staircase. I told them that we would come for tea in the morning as I still really wanted a carpet and that we needed to get out of the store and back to facetime. It took a little persuading but they eventually opened a path for us to go to the door. One of them followed us back to the square insisting that we return/come back and see them. Of course, we didn't.
I have no idea if they were completely harmless or not but I had never had such an overwhelming feeling. They easily could've drugged us, placed us in carpets, and taken us out. My parents didn't actually have our location as my phone was on airplane mode. So who actually knows, on the other hand, I might've been paranoid, but it wasn't a situation I ever wanted to be in again. Once we were back at the hotel, she told me she was really scared too but that she thought I was fine so she went with it.
Two girls, roaming around in a very male centered country, walk into a deserted shop with a bunch of men? Airplane mode, basement... gang rape would have been the least of the problems. Definite human traffic vibes. Honey... your parents should not have let you go with out ALOT more education.
november 2015, I was staying in Paris for a few weeks with some friends who lived near the Bataclan, Oberkampf area of Paris, 11eme arrondissement, but I got into a fight with one of the friends boyfriends so i decided to stay with a second cousin i knew very little but knew had an extra room in her apartment near Pigalle. one night they invited me to a bar near oberkampf station because they missed me and wanted to hang out. i said sure and took a nap with my alarm set to wake up and shower and go meet them. i set my alarm for 8:00am instead of pm (my phone is always on do not disturb and i don’t have vibration on because it stresses me out) and woke up to my cousin getting home late from work around 9:30-10 who knew of my plans to go out and freaked out when she saw me come out of my room looking confused and tired as hell. checked my phone and saw dozens of texts from her and from my friends saying not to come, to stay home and that they were okay. had i set my alarm for the right time and taken my time getting ready (as i usually do) i would have been exiting the oberkampf station right when the shooting began at bataclan. sat with my cousin watching the news all night long crying and feeling helpless.
I'm afraid of rollercoasters (mostly heights but they go hand in hand). My friends and I went to a theme park and went on one that was in darkness and went underground. I rode it once, sitting in the back, and really enjoyed it surprisingly.
When we reached the start again, there was no line (as it was the end of the day) so they asked if we wanted a final go before they shut down. Something in my gut told me not to go on so, despite my friends nagging, I didn't and waited with the bags.
My friends came back around a few minutes later white as a sheet. About 3/4 of the way through the ride, there's a big drop then it goes fast and just before that, my friend in the back's bar had risen up. Apparently they had to grip onto her for the rest of the ride whilst trying to push the bar back down.
I walked into a house party and got a really bad gut feeling. Most of my friends and I left. The people who didn't leave got mugged. It was pretty scary.
Was sitting on one of those metal cylindrical electricity boxes outside my house when there was a blackout.
Electricity was slightly flickering in my house, no other houses had a blackout. I looked down at what I was sitting on and I was like:
"uhh maybe this is the source of the problem"
I stood up and stepped away from it and like 2 seconds later it f*****g BLEW UP. Like a pillar of flame shot out and above it for almost a full minute. It was basically a gigantic bunsen burner and I was a few seconds short of physically getting fried.
Don't sit on electrical boxes y'all... I thought that was common sense but I'm glad they're okay
There's a very fun road that gets you from Niederndorf to Vach (or back) in Germany. You can go 60 or 70 ~~clicks~~ kph along smooth tight turns and little rolling hills. All around it for acres and acres are fields of whatever's in season and no intersections for several kilometers. It's a very fun road to go too fast on.
This day, something like wheat was in and it was high. I couldn't see around the corners, but I knew the road well and was staying in my lane. And I was going fast, and smiling.
About half way in, I heard a voice in my head as clear as if the speaker were sitting next to me and it said, 'You need to slow down.' It was startling and I braked immediately.
Two seconds later I come through one of the turns and into the a*s end of a combine taking up both lanes and moving slowly. I barely stopped in time
Those extra two seconds of brake time saved a Volvo at least, but I'm pretty sure they saved my life too.
Not quite sure if it was a "gut feeling" but kinda close. It was Christmas eve night in my childhood house (not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse), and my mom had gotten a large TV for my dad and hid it in my (doorless) closet along with some other presents. At one point in the night, she had come back into my room to retreive one of the smaller items and ended up moving the TV right in front of my wall heater, and didn't put it back. I didn't notice and went to sleep a little later. I don't know if it was the smell or a gut instinct but thank god i woke up because that night/early the next morning I woke up to find my room filling with smoke and a nice orange glow coming from the back of the TV box. Luckily no large flames had formed yet and I was able to stop it simply by moving the box out of the way, and of course turned off the heater and evacuated the room. The smoke wasn't super bad so the house didn't get too much and my room eventually stopped smelling of it.
I was probably like twelve years old at a gun range with my dad and one of his friends firing my dad’s S&W 9mm. Had already squeezed off a few rounds. Got ready to fire another round and decided something was wrong. Told my dad as much. Unloaded the weapon and disassembled it. Found a round lodged halfway down the barrel. Would’ve exploded if I’d pulled the trigger again, likely seriously wounding or k*lling me and someone else.
Didnt save me, saved my daughter.
My daughter was 8 months old and started acting strange, clingy, easily upset, running a fever, but not much else than that. I decided to take her to the ER one day because the fever wouldnt go away and I just had a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. The ER doctor told me she was teething and to put oragel on her gums and she'd be fine. I brought her home but just couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was going to happen. So I brought her back to the ER. This time they told me she had the flu, even though she tested negative for it, and gave me some tamaflu and sent us home again. I couldn't accept that as an answer so a few hours later I brought her back to the ER, at which point they told me again it was the flu. I KNEW something was wrong. I knew it deep down in the pit of my stomach. So I brought her to the ER for a fourth time (in the span of one day) this time they were pissed I kept taking up spots for other people more deserving to be seen than my daughter, were rude to me etc. They decided to run every test they could think of just to prove I was crazy and get me out of there once and for all.
My daughter was severely dehydrated, had RSV, a UTI and yeast infection and very severe kidney infection. She was immediately admitted and was in the hospital for nearly a week on an iv drip and medications. Her doctor told me if i hadn't brought her back to the ER that last time she would have died that night from kidney failure.
I don't blindly trust doctors anymore.
Walking my dog in a park and I saw a teen girl crying by herself behind a building. Decided to trust my gut and went up and asked her if she was okay and she said "yes" but I pushed her and she told me she was feeling s**cidal.
Won't dive into her reasons but I just sat and chatted with her about my own struggles with s**cidal intentions and gave her my number in case she needed a shoulder in the future.
She's doing much better now it seems and though I've moved away, we still text occasionally. :)
this isn’t my story, it’s from an old high school teacher of mine.
his friends were bar hopping, they were all underage and traveling to a bar about 45 minutes away. it wasn’t like this is the first time they were doing this or anything. all of the sudden, he got a really bad feeling and started panicking. his friends made fun of him and wouldn’t let him out of the car, but it got so bad they had to dump him in this small town in the middle of nowhere. he used a pay phone and called a cab home. the next morning he saw that his friends had been in a car accident, obviously due to drunk driving. most of the friends died, one survived with a severe brain injury. his life was saved all because of a gut feeling. sometimes he has survivors guilt now
Went to a party with my best friend when we were both 16. Later on in the evening I was getting a headache and the kid hosting the party said his dad would get me some aspirin. Dudes dad gives me three pills and down they go. I don't know why but as soon as I swallowed them I got a weird feeling like I wanted to leave. Basically screamed at my friend until she agreed to go. Halfway home I'm foaming at the mouth going in and out of consciousness. We get back to her house and her mom took me to the ER and turns out I'd been drugged with something definitely not aspirin.
Always ask to see them take it out of the bottle. It may still not be the medicine you're looking for, but it's safer than not knowing what bottle or thing it came out of
I went out with my best friend on new years last year and were having drinks with her friends when I realized I was out of cigarettes. I left for a few minutes to walk over and grab a pack and ended up talking to a homeless guy for a while, and when I went over to the entrance of the bar she was outside and said something mean to me for no reason and walked off. I was confused so I decided it would be good if I took a walk to let her cool off and then figure out what she was upset about.
I was going to walk down the street for a bit but something told me to turn left, walking behind the bar and then turning to the side of the bar when I see a girl laying down on the sidewalk and people walking by her. As I'm walking over to help I realize its my friend and she's not very conscious. She was probably drugged while I was getting smokes and who knows what would've happened if I hadn't decided to go that way
Scares the s**t out of me.
Once I was at the bank doing business with the ATM. I noticed a black and yellow van parked with a man in the driver's seat. The van was off, and he was just sitting there. Made me uncomfortable, so I didn't want to go home. Instead, I got in my car and moved to the other side of the parking lot near a hardware store and outdoor recycling center (it was broad daylight). I just sat in my car pretending to read, and the van started up and moved down to my side of the parking lot.
Again, he reversed the van into a parking spot that was facing my car. Now I knew that I shouldn't go home (which was nearby), so instead, I got out and went to visit the two men who were manning the recycling center. I asked if I could sit on their extra chair because the van guy was making me uncomfortable. They said sure, and since business was slow, we got to chatting.
I asked them how they liked the work and how business had been. The van guy finally started up his van and left, after I took a picture of it and texted the info to my husband. After another 10 minutes with the guys, I took a circuitous route home to make sure the van wasn't anywhere around.
The kicker is this: I asked the guys how long they'd been working at the recycling station, and they said about four months. I'm like, "Oh, what did you do before this?", and they both go, "Oh, we were in prison before."
Well, whatevers. They still saved me.
Aw that's so sweet! I've known a couple of men who have been to prison and they are sweet like this. It's oftentimes just a cycle that these poor guys get into. Good on them for getting a job and saving you!
My dad had to go to court to settle a way overdue payment for the place he worked at. He was going to take me with him so I can be more exposed to the adult world so to speak. However that meant he would have to leave the office back door unlocked so the rest of the staff could clock in. He suddenly didn't feel right about it and decided to have me man the office instead. He got T-boned outside the courthouse on the passenger side of the car that day. The car was totaled and I would have gotten severely hurt if I was there.
Edit1: wow didn't expect people to love this story so much. To help clear some things up we both first traveled together to his office to unlock the door. He got out of the car, unlocked the back door and When he came back to the car that's when he decided to tell me to stay at his office. It literally "delayed" him by only the few seconds it took for me to get out of said car.
Edit2: thanks for the award kind stranger.
We were looking at houses a while back, and found one that was great location, would have been perfect size for us, and didnt appear to need any work other than new carpet, and stuff I wanted to do like painting and switching the it over from oil burning furnace. I just had a nagging feeling about it, and my husband agreed. As much as we loved it something was off with it (I actually thought ghost or something silly like that 😂), and we ended up passing on it. I was still kicking myself about it until a few months later when it had a major electrical fire. The whole house and everything in it was a total loss, and the family that lived there barely got out alive.
Not mine, but my aunt’s. She was with my mom and some of their friends at Lake Sammamish the day Ted Bundy took Janice Ott and Denise Naslund. She was hammered, and Ted approached her after I’m guessing overhearing them say someone needed to do a beer run. He approached her saying he and some friends had a keg and she should come. She threw her arm around his shoulder and they walked off. My mom and their friends called after her, and she initially didn’t listen. She was a stunning blonde and a flirt, it was just beer, she’d be fine. One of the other girls they were with walked up and said one of the guys went and they were going to swim until he came back. My aunt said the girl looked terrified, and suddenly my aunt felt like she was going to puke.He dropped her arm and skittered off more or less. Later the girl told my aunt she had a bad feeling about the guy, and my aunt mentioned how she also felt nauseous but thought it was because she was so drunk.
Had she not been stopped, my aunt would’ve been Denise Naslund. Ted had already taken Janice at the time he approached my aunt. She won’t talk about this day, I think she feels survivors guilt.
I had to look up who Ted Bundy was and holy melon farmers that's scary!
I was falling asleep in the car. My friend was driving. All of a sudden he stops talking and I think to myself, “wtf? Somethings not right.” I open my eyes and turn over. Dude was having a seizure. His legs were stiff as f**k and his foot was on the gas. We were going downhill towards a busy intersection. We had the red. So I slammed the car in park and pulled the keys out. Car starts rattling making a weird noise but it gained so much momentum it was still rolling down. So I grabbed the steering wheel and veered us off the road into the side of an abandoned building. I opened his door and climbed over him. I was able to get him out and turn him on his side. The police officer that showed up was like “you couldn’t have done this in a safer fashion?” I just said “sorry” but inside I was like “f**k you”.
I went to go sell an expensive smartphone I got as a gift on Craigslist in Philadelphia. I talked with the guy for a while about it and he just would not agree to meet me inside anywhere. I was young and stupid and needed money so eventually I succumbed.
I hit a supermarket nearby and told him where I was, and stayed inside for a few minutes. I then realized how stupid I was for going alone to this sale and not meeting inside in a relatively public place. As I walked out a group of unscrupulous looking fellows asked me if I was selling a smartphone on Craigslist, I decided to just stroll on past and get in my car and leave.
After they realized I had ditched the meetup I started getting all sorts of threatening text messages and voicemails from this group of guys. I am pretty positive I would have been mugged if I hadn't walked past them because of my gut.
Always meet at a police station for these types of transactions. Most people looking to rip you off won't even reply if you say that in your ad
Last year, December 1st.
I had slept for almost week trying to fight what I thought was the flu. Woke up and that exact gut feeling kept on telling me something’s not right with me. Called the parents to tell them and then cabbed myself to the emergency room. Took blood, the whole 9 yards; was there for 8 hours. Discharged and sent home. Called the next morning asking me to come back because they found something in my blood. Bacteremia and Endocarditis. I was put on penicillin immediately, for 2 months.
More tests, more things wrong. Went for a specialized test on December 21st, woke up to them telling me I need surgery as soon as possible. They’re trying to find a surgical team, earliest is the 24th. I go in and while they’re operating I have an ascending aortic aneurysm and it caused an aortic dissection. They’re able to fix it. I’ve got a synthetic valve in there now.
Here’s the kicker. I work in a restaurant kitchen, just before the start of the holiday season. Normally most cooks would tough it out and just work. Most think, it happens and it’ll get better soon. Just keep going. There was just something about the way I was feeling this time that made me go to the hospital. I’m told that if I had done that, I more than likely would have died before my birthday and they would have found out about the aneurysm during the autopsy. That still sends f*****g chills down my spine. My best friend works as an emergency room nurse at the same hospital that I was operated on and she was freaking out internally but kept it together on the outside for me. She explained just how serious this all was after I was in recovery.
I’ve promised to tell her whenever I get that same feeling again.
Creds to my dad for this one
Back in 2011, My dad and I was driving down the country for New Year’s Eve.
Suddenly he goes quiet, kind of starts breathing slow and steady, and tells me to look up the road. He was so calm and focused. I look up and see a car spinning in the middle of the freeway ramping up speed and knocking cars off the road.
This is scandinavia, winter, pretty much on ice. I imagine the driver of that car hoping, just hoping.
So my dad proceeds to accelerate towards the guy spinning, which didn’t even occur to me was weird.
He was just so calm, which made me calm.
The car hits us on my dads side, half a second earlier my dad turned slightly right, which was just enough for the car to push us out of the road and completely safe into a snowhill.
I realized a bit later that a lamppost on that same side we flew off to had crushed the back Right side of our car, just missing the angle that would’ve hit me.
Years later I realized the reason my dad sped up the vehicle. Getting hit by that car was a questions of when, not if, and if he had not accelerated, that lamp post would’ve been my death.
After that occurence my pulse always drops in pressure situations.
Not me but my mum, she used to work in one of the buildings in manchester (in an office) and one day she got a gut feeling to move away from her desk because she thought she saw her deceased father waving her over (he died when she was 9) so she moved away from her cubicle. Soon after that the building shook like crazy and glass went shooting around the room due to the ira car bombing that happened that day . When she returned to her seat she found a huge piece of glass sticking through her chair which would of definitely k*lled her. Luckily because of that she’s here today so thanks grandpa❤️
I was walking out of a grocery store when I saw this kid about to cross the road. Something came over me and I yanked him back onto the sidewalk. Not even a second later a truck came flying past. He was probably around 7 or 8ish.
My best friend did this same exact thing to me. In the position of the person being saved, that's a huge deal to me. You're a hero, buddy
I was offered a dream job at almost double my salary in a different city. It was only 2 hours away, but something told me not to take the job. I had a number of people tell me I would never have another opportunity like this, and my fear of leaving my hometown was holding me back.
2 months after I turned it down, that division of the company was sold, and everyone in that department lost their job. I’d have been stuck in a new city with no friends or family nearby, and no job prospects.
I was playing semi-pro football for a team in Manchester, UK. My contract ended and I was approached by another team in Manchester and also my home-town club near Leeds. The Manchester club were offering a huge deal which would have seen me become their highest paid player. On the other hand, my home-town club were playing the sentimentality card and not getting close to the competing offer. I was torn. But even though I respected the Manchester manager, something felt a bit off so I signed for my local club instead. Just three months into the new season, the Manchester club had folded. Ceased to exist. 'Inventive' finances, by all accounts. Bullet dodged.
I was at a party when I was about 5, and I saw my little brother go into the pool area, my gut told me to follow him and he thought the cover was a step, he fell in the pool, I grabbed his arm and called for help and he still lives to this day
When I was about 3 or 4, my mom took me and my brother to a family party in the summer. The family had a really nice house and a huge pool in their backyard. Everyone was outside and there were other kids running around. No one was in the pool however, because it was too deep. Anyways, one kid decided to take the stroller I was strapped in and run around with it. My mom was speaking to other parents at the time so she didn't notice. But the kid ends up tripping on the stones near the pool and the stroller drops into the pool. My mom is alerted and she runs and jumps into the pool but she's 5'1 and like 110 pounds and she can't reach me at the bottom so she comes up and starts yelling for help. She said that as she's yelling, some tall guy, a neighbor I think, leaps over the fence that separated the back yard, and dives into the pool and brings me up in the stroller. I don't remember much but she said I was conscious and just coughed up a little water.
I was waiting for at a traffic light crossing for the signal to say it's safe to go. When it did switch to green, I had a feeling not to move, so I didn't. After about 6 seconds of staring at the green pedestrian crossing light wondering to myself why I wasn't moving, a car ran the light.
I was camping by a river (for reference, Florida, alligators lived in that river, and I was with my boy scout troop) and just got back to my hammock after a pee break in the middle of the night. I climbed in and heard someone walking around our campsite and messing with the tents. I thought it was a friend stumbling in the dark, but after a scan with my flashlight I didn't see anyone. I pointed the flashlight at myself and pointed to the river, said to watch out for any gators at the base of the cliff (15 foot drop off, we'd been jumping and swimming earlier that day), and asked if they needed a light. As soon as I started talking there was silence. Even the crickets stopped chirping and I got chills. I got in my hammock and heard a bunch of footsteps and grabbed my knife from my pocket since I was getting creeped out (thought someone wandered into the campsite, behavior and pace of steps wasn't normal). I turned off the light, opened the knife, and stopped moving. Turns out that a black bear had wandered in, I hadn't seen it due to shadows, and it saw me get in the hammock and came to investigate. Thank god it left without biting or scratching me. Edit: Forgot to clarify that it wasn't scared away, and instead came over and started sniffing my hammock and the tarp covering me, which was around 2 inches from my face. They don't usually attack but when it was close enough to touch for 2 entire minutes I wasn't sure if it was going to be an exception or not.
In work we had to separate two piling augers, used for drilling large holes in the ground, apart for repair after being used on a job. One of the augers was chained to a heavy I beam which was sunk into the ground and the other auger was chained to a large 10 ton forklift in order to pull them apart. The forklift driver was in a bad mood, he was lazy, so instead of pulling the augers slowly apart he decided to reverse back and forward as fast as he could which put a huge amount of sudden shock on the 2 inch chains. After a couple attempts to separate the augers I had a strange feeling that something was going to go wrong so I decided to walk away and get clear, as I was walking away I had heard a bang and a 2 inch chain link fly past me like a bullet whistling in the air.
I was driving and it started to snow. I noticed that I was going a bit fast and strongly sensed I should slow down. I did and a couple seconds later I came up around a bend with the road suddenly being covered in ice. I started to fishtail while sliding directly towards two people standing outside their car. They had wrecked in the same manner that I was about to do and were standing outside their car, with me heading straight for them. I quickly thought of my options and ended up doing a hard right straight into the highway barrier. I slid nearly 100+ feet dragging the front of my car to slow it down. Because I had decided to slow down, I was able to give the two guys enough time to get out of the way before I slammed into their cars. Even though I totaled my car, which was sad, I did not end up k*lling two people that night. The police did not end up ticketing anyone thankfully and they finally sanded the road AFTER we had all wrecked lol. Snow while driving still scares me to this day.
A little over a year ago I matched with this guy on tinder. He was a great looking guy. We chatted for a couple weeks and I couldn't put my finger on it but something just didn't feel right so I just stopped texting one day. A couple weeks went by and he messaged me to say hi. I ended up looking through the previous messages to try to remember why I stopped texting. I couldn't pinpoint a single reason. He seemed fine. I thought maybe I was just having a bad day. So I asked him out. We went out a couple of nights later.
I didn't really find a connection with him in person. He seemed like a nice guy and all and he was as good looking in person as he is in pictures. But he just jibber-jabbered about topics instead of trying to have a meaningful conversation. Annoying and not my thing but harmless.
So we get to the end of the date and I decided to get coffee at his place. No future for a relationship, but maybe he's good in bed, y'know? We were making out on the couch a bit and suddenly that feeling hit me again. He was on top of me, but not even pressing down on me that hard, but for some reason it just felt so oppressive and scary. I told him I needed to get home and left. He was definitely annoyed but let me leave without a fight.
I got in the car and as soon as I pulled out of the parking lot, he was texting me. I texted back as much as I could while driving (like at stoplights and s**t). I assured him it was me and not him and he's a great guy, blah blah blah. He just kept texting. I started ignoring them because I can't text and f*****g drive in the dark in the rain. So he starts Calling me. I answered and he started giving me a lecture about how "unprofessional" what I just did was. He started out calm then just kept getting angrier and angrier. I hung up on him. I don't have time for that b******t.
Dude texts and calls all. Night. Long. It was terrifying. He slowed down in the late morning hours. I think he finally got a little sleep. Then started up again and continued on for the better part of a week. I reported him to tinder and was seriously looking up the process for getting a restraining order. He finally just stopped on his own.
And this is why I use a fake name on tinder and listen when my gut tells me something!
Started talking to a guy on Instagram. He seemed okay. We'd chat occasionally. A month later he told me he was coming to my city so I should meet him. I thought sure why not. The day I was to go and meet him my gut just felt like it was screaming no. The feeling was so strong I cannot describe it. It was unexplainable. I decided to go with my gut and made an excuse and cancelled the meeting by making up some excuse. He flipped when I told him and started threatening me and abusing me. I blocked his number and everything. Fast forward 2 months, saw him on news, he had tried to kidnap some girl from his college campus. So yeah, always listen to your gut I guess.
My mother's moment technically. She called me late one night apropos of nothing after we hadn't spoken in about a month. We chatted for a few minutes before I told her I'd just taken a f**kload of pills with the intent to k**l myself just before she called. She phoned an ambulance and, you know, I'm still here.
My sister since she was about 5 was always obsessed with Tsunamis and would always ask my dad every night before she went to sleep if there would be a tsunami that night (we lived on a beach)
About 5 years later when our family was holidaying in Samoa an earthquake struck at about 6am. It was only a dull low rumble but went on for over a minute. Everyone at the resort woke up and went outside for a few minutes then went back to bed. My sister having been obsessed with Tsunamis ran down to look at the water and noticed the sea going out and saved alot of lives including my own.
There was about a minute from her noticing till the Tsunami hit. Luckily for us there was a cliff right behind the resort if not alot more people would have been k*lled.
So something like a gut feeling 5 years in the making
My wife and I had an apartment in a really sketchy area of a city we used to live in. One day, we were walking home and could hear people yelling and a general commotion from a house about a block ahead of us. Nothing out of the ordinary for this area though.
For whatever reason, something didn't feel right to me. I put my hand down low and whispered to my wife "Give me your phone, give me your phone" (this was before everyone had a phone, only my wife had a cell between us). I dialled 9-1-1 as soon as she handed me the phone. Within 2 seconds after I dialled, a guy burst out of a car parked in front and ran at the house with 2 giant butcher knives screaming "I'm gonna f*****g k*ll everyone!"
I got the operator just as he was banging and trying to break down the door. As I was talking with the operator, he turned and looked at us and started running full speed toward us. He was about 40 feet away when 4 cruisers came screaming up the street and stopped between us and him. The cops were able to arrest him without any issue.
I don't know what it was about an everyday ghetto yelling match that set my gut off, but something told me it wasn't going to end well if I didn't get the police there ASAP.
Not me but my science teacher, when she was a teenager she was standing near some lights at a pedestrian crossing with her and her friend. Very chill but out of nowhere she had this gut feeling that both of them had to move.
They moved just a couple metres away and the next moment a car had hit another car and had hit one of the street electricity utility poles and it had fell and exploded (minor explosion enough distance away that it didn’t hurt the girls) exactly where they were. One of the wires had also snapped and hit it exactly where they were standing as well.
They basically were in a scene of car wreckage and snapped wires and electricity explosions and the pole collapse. Just real insane. If the pole had missed them, the wire would have hit them and if not that then most likely the cars.
That gut feeling of moving away saved both of them. I remember this story so clearly from high school science class because it was such a WTF, pity I only paid attention to these things and not actually science hehe
When my husband and I were in college we came home late one night after a long day and had to get up early the next day. We were both so tired and he wanted to leave his backpack and computer in the car because we were going to be getting up and back into the car in a few hours. My gut feeling said absolutely not and I made him take his bag and computer. When we came back down the next morning his car had been broken into.
Not mine, but my Dad’s. I was downstairs helping him with some woodworking when I was 10 or 11. He went to run a 2x4 through the table saw when he noticed I was at his elbow rather than behind him. He stopped and told me to never stand behind a board when it’s going through the saw in case it gets thrown. I thought he was being overly cautious and I didn’t have as good of a view from behind him, but whatever, I got behind him. He flipped on the saw and ran the board through. He only got 1/3 of the way through, though, when the blade hit a knot and flung the 2x4 hard enough to crash against the wall 10 feet behind. If I hadn’t moved it would’ve hit me square in the chest and could’ve k*lled me.
I don’t know if it saved me, but years ago my SO at the time had a coworker that kept inviting us out to drink. I had never met the guy and was wondering why he seemed so eager to meet me, especially since I wasn’t even old enough to drink at the time.
He eventually told my ex that we should come over to his place for drinks (in order for me to partake). I remember around this time creeping his fb and seeing the squirrelly guy posing in front of his Honda. Something about it all made me laugh and wonder why does this 20 something year old want to go to such lengths to hang out with a 17yr old girl he knows is taken?
A couple years later he is arrested on a multitude of child pornography and sexual assault charges. They seized several devices that proved he’d been doing s**t with children and animals since he was at least 13. Cherry on top? Local star cops son 🤦♀️
I was around 21 years old and went on vacation to Hilton Head with my family (parents and siblings). My youngest sister and I decided to venture onto the mainland and find a bar to grab a couple of drinks. We ended up going to Beaufort and finding a local bar. We had a couple rounds and I noticed this one guy, who seemed to be friends with every other patron there, constantly looking in our direction. This gave me a sinking, eerie feeling and I immediately closed the tab. A few minutes later, out of suspicion, I look back into the main part of the bar to see he had amassed a large group of those he was talking to earlier and they were all walking in our direction without this guy breaking eye contact. We casually got up and, once outside of their field of view, ran like hell to our car (I didn’t realize at the time how idiotic drinking and driving was...I most certainly do now).
I still get the heebie-jeebies thinking about it and no, this was not just paranoia. There was a definitive intent of this group to come directly our way and a few casual dead-eye locks throughout the night told me to watch this guy closely.
My family was out visiting relatives in California when I was about 12 years old. My brother and I were at a beach attempting to Bodyboard, with my dad keeping a close eye on us from the shore. At one point, every nerve in my body just screamed "dive!" so I ducked under the water. When I resurfaced, there was a surfboard floating away in front of me, some guy frantically swimming after it, and my dad waving us to come to shore. Apparently the second after I dove under water, the surfboard went over my head. Probably would have cracked my skull open if I had been there.
I was driving me and my sister to an orchestra camp one morning a few years ago. We got behind a truck with logs on it, that were positioned horizontally (for some dumb reason)
I jokingly think to myself “hm. This is Not Safe at All” and keep a close eye on it
One of the logs hits a power pole, and they all come tumbling down. I was able to stop quickly enough, and far back enough that my car wasn’t hit. Had I not been worried about something like this happening, I (or my sister) probably would’ve gotten Looney Tuned by a wood log.
Me and my sister still joke about it, remembering it as the day we could’ve died
Final Destination has stopped me from ever being near trucks like that
I was 16 when the Playstation 2 was released, and my friends and I made a successful bid at a more 'rural' town near by's Walmart, and each got out console. However, the selection of games was lacking, even for a launch day, so we decided to pack them in my trunk and hit the Walmart closer to our home along the way.
Same luck on the game selection there, we decide to call it good enough and go home. As we're walking up to my car, I saw this other car parked like three spaces down from us, on the other side of the concrete dividers. You know that sensation when you're driving next to another car in traffic, and that car is perfectly in the middle of their lane, but you just *know* that they're about to blind merge into you somehow?
It was like that, but way dialed up as I just saw these two guys leaning against the car. The guy by the driver's door sized us up, and then dipped down to the side panel of his door and pulled up a revolver. I'm guessing that since he couldn't have possibly known about the consoles in the trunk, he thought we were dejected buyers arriving too late and likely all had 300 bucks in our wallet.
I can still hear myself saying "Just get in the car", somewhat forcefully, and taking the lead to get the keys in the ignition immediately, and was already turning and driving away before all the doors were closed.
I didn't think, I just acted, to the point I don't even really give myself credit for doing it. All I know is that I doubt I'd have had the resolve if dude had caught me off guard and much closer with that gun. But thankfully, my brain saw 'the car about to merge into me' for me.
I used to never wear my seatbelt. This was before they were annoying as f**k if you didn’t put it on. One time I was sitting in the passenger seat of a car and had a gut feeling to put it on. Not even a minute later we were hit by someone doing about 60mph. Cop said if I didn’t have on my seatbelt I would have went through the windshield. I always wear my seatbelt now.
One time when my little sister and I wandered off in superstore a strange man was standing behind us in the toy aisle and I was getting super weird vibes about him (keep in mind I was only around 9-10) and he also looked super shady, he had a big hoodie dark sunglasses—- you name it! Just screaming serial k*ller.
so obviously my first thought was to just move away from him because we could just look at different toys anyways. Nope, apparently not. He just kept following us but maintaining a small distance at the same time and eventually I whispered to my sister that a man was following and we started walking in circles around different aisles to lose him until we found our dad. I remember how he looked at us one last time before walking away. I was scared of strangers for a while after that even though I was really outgoing as a kid. I was afraid he’d followed us home for some reason.
And looking back on it now he could have been trying to snatch us or something but maybe he just wanted to help but I’m pretty sure there was something wrong with him.
That set off so many red flags with him just following you but not saying anything. It just makes me so angry that a fully grown man thinks it's okay to prey on young children like that. I'm glad you got out okay. EDIT: or anyone for that matter
I was hanging out with friends at a bar but then going to head to my friend’s to stay the night. We drove separately though. It was in a city with a super high crime rate and in an even rougher part of town. We left the bar at like 3am and the drive wasn’t far, but I was really low on gas and wasn’t sure if I was going to make it.
I’m not normally a person who’s paranoid over city/neighborhood crime rates and I spent like half my time in this city and in the area we were in anyway, so it wasn’t foreign to me by any means. Even so, just to be on the safe side, I picked a gas station that was well lit and at a relatively busy intersection. I was the only car at the gas station and when I pulled up to the pump I luckily took a moment to text my friend that I’d catch up with him in a few minutes.
As I’m doing that, though, another car pulls up right on the other side of the pump that I was at. I have no idea what made me pause, but I just waited a second to let them get out first. But I had to keep waiting, because they weren’t getting out. At first, I thought that maybe they were taking a moment to get their wallet, text someone, just doing _something_. I couldn’t see through the window tint at all, though, but I also tried to not stare at them or make it super obvious. I’m also not a very intimidating guy.
I waited it out for 5 minutes and then started getting more worried. I texted my friend to tell him exactly where I was. I couldn’t leave because I didn’t have enough gas to get anywhere else and I didn’t want to just drive to my friend’s place in the event that they followed me.
Another 10 minutes later, the car pulled off. No one ever got out to get gas - including me. I just headed to my friend’s and decided to risk getting there on what I had left in my tank.
I’m not sure what made me that paranoid in that moment, but I’m really f*****g glad I hesitated.
Had a man follow me when I was in Istanbul, I noticed he was watching me and I went back and circled the block, he still attempted to assault me but I was prepared and was able to get into an elevator quickly. It’s VERY important to watch while you are walking, especially in a foreign country.
Was celebrating the opening of a club in New Orleans I had worked for months as a consultant for and went to the restroom. Another guy shuffled in a few seconds later and literally all the hairs on the back of my neck started raising at once. The men’s room in this place was one of the long bathtubs filled with ice and the guy pulled a knife on me while I was facing the tub. I was able to react and managed to disarm and subdue the attacker with only minor injuries.
Found out later that everyone he had mugged in this fashion was stabbed whether they gave over their wallet or not. This happened nearly twenty years ago and I still think about it regularly.
So, it technically didn’t save me. It would have.
Anyway, a couple months after my 10th birthday we went on family vacation to visit my dad’s side of the family; they lived a state away. My mom was about 6 months pregnant with my (only) baby brother at the time. We got to our hotel at about 2:00 and by 3:00 we decided we wanted to make the most of the day and go to the aquarium. I got fully dressed and ready to go and suddenly I was hit with this crippling feeling of dread. At that age I’d never experienced anything like it. Pure anxiety. But I knew, I just f*****g knew if we waited 5 minutes I would be fine. I tried telling my mom this and she was having none of it. I even tried to just stall her by begging. Nope. Got dragged (not literally lol) out of the hotel and into the car. We pull out of the parking lot and get T-boned so hard we do a 180 into oncoming traffic. As soon as we all realized we were okay I was like, ah, yep, there it is. I’ve never let either of them forget it either lol
Mom was a realtor. Met up one day with a home inspector about a house. Both of us had this gut feeling that something seemed off about the guy. I would usually hang out inside/around the homes while my mom did her stuff. This time she had me stay in the car, doors unlocked, and her cellphone on. Found out a few weeks later that the home inspector was BTK.
There was a new guy at work. Seemed nice enough, but I couldn't shake the bad feeling I had about him. He got arrested a couple weeks ago for violating his probation. It turns out he likes little boys. He was trying to get close to the minor that also works there, luckily nothing happened. Didn't really save me because I am 23 and female, but I knew something was up and was relieved when he was arrested.
A car in front of me was stopped at a four-way stop and hesitated for a bit longer than necessary when their turn to go came around. They suddenly shifted into reverse and floored on the accelerator. I was watching their brake lights and got out of the way just in time. I’m assuming they were trying to run an insurance scam or something.
Went to buy a tv off Craigslist for $350 with a buddy and the seller cracked the front door enough to say we needed to go through the back entrance.
Being dumbasses we did not think anything of it at the time and went to the back door...
We walked 5 steps into the house and noticed all the lights were off and it was dead silent,no tv sounds no music no nothing so we noped the f**k outta there and drove off..Seller never called us to ask where we went or anything..
We both still believe to this day it was a robbery setup and are pretty thankful we did not end up dead or seriously hurt..Never used craiglist again s**t was sketchy
There was one time where I had to take a different bus than usual to get home at around 10 p.m. after work during the holiday season. There's a couple of either late teens or early adult guys on the bus, and they both just set off my radar like crazy, even though they were generally the same as a lot of people you would see on the busses at that time. As we're on the bus, I hear them saying a lot of weird things about meeting people, f*****g s**t up, and just other strange stuff, as well as mentioning stashing a bag. At this point, I'm looking at basically every detail of them head to toe- clothes, bags, facial hair, any defining feature possible. They get off the bus at the stop before me, and then I get off, but see that they got off too early and are going the same direction as me and are a ways behind me. They're very loudly talking about heading to the middle school that's on the way past where I'm walking, and talking about f*****g s**t up in there, and how somebody was going to let them in. Sure enough, they veer off onto school property once I'm past the school, and I immediately called the non-emergency line to report it. I was able to give them a crazy amount of detail, which is awesome. My only regret is that my husband, who took criminology, told me I could have called 911, because it was an immediate threat to somebody's property. I've never had the chance to before, and for some reason I wish I had done it.
Loudly talking about the crime they're going to commit on public transport where anyone might be listening. Those guys weren't the brightest bulbs in the electrics superstore, were they?
When I was 14 I was traveling in the car with some relatives on the highway. We were on the way back home from an early morning wedding ceremony. I'm in the front passenger seat, and I turn back to see my aunt, uncle, and cousin fast asleep.
Suddenly felt a strong disturbance in the force. I turned my head to see my other cousin (the driver) fast asleep too, and the barrier alongside the shoulder getting closer. I quickly grabbed the steering wheel and jerked the car back into the lane. Gave them quite the rude awakening, and cussed out my cousin for falling asleep. Honestly one of the most horrifying moments of my life was realizing I was the only person awake in the car, but I wasn't in the driver seat.
I smelled burning plastic early in the morning at my family cottage and almost went back to sleep (I was around 15), but got up to investigate. A socket on the outside of the building had caught fire and flames were shooting up the wall. The rest of my family was still sleeping and there wasn’t enough smoke for the alarms to go off. I ran and got the fire extinguisher, got my dad up, and put it in his hands and pointed him towards the fire. Stopped it and called the fire department.
I was going to meet up with someone from marketplace to buy a phone and the feeling hit me so I called the woman and a man answered trying to play off the fact he's a man and I passed by where we were meeting at and it was dark and I heard voices in the background on the phone call. I never stopped the car and kept going. Pretty sure I saved myself from at the very least a mugging but learned a good lesson, always meet in a public place.
I had an important meeting in another city. I fly a lot but I had a nagging feeling about the 3 hour flight I needed to take to get to the meeting. 2 Nights in a row before the flight I dreamt that the right engine would flame out causing the plane to crash. In the morning I dawdled enough that I missed flight CP414.
The plane made it just fine and I got fired. Got a better job 2 weeks later so my gut feeling saved me.
not my gut feeling but my sister once came back home when she'd already left to go to school 10 minutes earlier because she suspected something was wrong. prevented me from attempting s**cide.
edit: i left yesterday to go to bed and i did not suspect all this. thank you all for being so sweet to me, this thread will be in my mind for a long time and i can go back to it when im feeling down. i read all the replies and i am so taken aback by how many of you have similar stories and how many of you have gone through it. thank you again for making me feel less alone, i am so grateful!
Not me, but my dad was driving to a client's office to do some IT work for them. He left the house without his coffee mug so thought about stopping to get coffee but he said he just had a weird feeling and decided not to. He gets to the office and goes inside, and 2-3 minutes later there's a massive crash outside. When he comes back out into the parking lot he sees his car and the 2 parked on either side of it stacked up on top of eachother - his upside down in the middle - like a car sandwich. Some guy was driving down the street and had a seizure and veered into the parking lot at near highway speeds. Had he stopped for coffee he likely would've just been getting out of the car at that moment.
I once stopped for a smoke on a long trip. At a place I don't usually stop. Got back on the road and there had just been a major accident. They closed the road behind us. I think that smoke saved us that day
I've shared this story before on BP, but my wife and I were once driving on the interstate in a heavy rain. In this area, traffic constantly goes at least 5-10 mph above the speed limit, even during a downpour. Anyway, we both simultaneously get the feeling that we need to get off the road *now* and wait out the storm, so we pull off on next exit. We're stopped just barely long enough to use a restroom when the storm lets up and we get back on the road. Not even a mile down the road (and before the next exit), traffic slows down due to an accident, and we see the car that had been directly in front of us before we stopped was upsidedown and spread across a couple of lanes, and some other cars pulled off to the side, damaged. If we hadn't have gotten off when we did, we would have been involved in a major accident.
Jeez. This stuff makes me twitchy. A few years back at a new job there was this guy, Tim. Something about him made my skin crawl. He transferred to my dept shortly after I started and he was weird. Just off. Then one night I was outside taking a break about 8 or 9pm in the winter. It was very dark outside. Then Tim joined me and struck up a convo. He kept getting closer and closer until he had me pushed up against a wall and grabbed me. Then someone else walked over and he jumped back. I ran for it. Told a coworker and learned he wasn't even supposed to be at work. 3 weeks later he assaulted (in THAT way) a 27 year old mentally challenged janitor with the capacity of a 15 year old. She ended up pregnant and nobody saw her again. They just transferred him to the other side of the building. I saw him every now and then but I never spoke to him again. One time I "accidentally" stapled his hand when he leaned over my desk to talk to me. When he found my car in the lot, I quit the next day.
Senior in high school, I always drove home one particular way - always. One day, was getting ready to get into the turn lane, and I swear I heard a voice as plain as if someone was sitting next to me, said "NO GO STRAIGHT!!!" I had already turned my blinker on but did not turn, I went straight as the voice said. Everything was fine along my alternate route, so I have no idea what would have happened if I had not listened. But it was such a strong, distinct voice and feeling, something I'll never forget!
I say don´t feel embarrassed to share with others if you know something is not right or you are having a premonition. It can save your life or someone else´s. I remember when (out of nowhere) I told a friend that I felt someone very close to him was going to die, that I didn´t know who that could be but he better be prepared. His mother was very old and logically he thought her time was near. Few weeks later his daughter (in her thirties) suffered a fatal heart attack. Of course, I felt horrible because she couldn´t be saved but he told me that at least he felt he was prepared to face the worst and that I shouldn´t feel bad for telling him about my premonition.
This was quite a long time ago but I’ll share anyway. This happened in August 1998. Me and my then girlfriend, decided we want to check out the Planet Hollywood, in Cape Town, South Africa, since we heard it was quite a good experience. On the day I decided to cancel, for no reason at all. So we didn’t go. The next day we heard there was a pipe bombing at the Planet Hollywood. I can’t recall how many people were injured but think it was 2 people killed and 25 injured.Imagine if we went that day.
I used to go to a camp run by my school district's after school care program. The kids were split into age groups, and the age groups were split into smaller groups with two adult counselors each. My group had one really nice lady as a counselor and one guy who seemed nice enough but I didn't like him as much. I attended the camp only for two or three years but the same counselors were with my group every time. And every year I liked the guy counselor less than the lady. I think he was a little grumpier and less friendly than the lady. A year or two after I stop going to the camp, my mom and I are driving home from the library or something and she tells me that my former counselor (the guy) had been arrested because he assaulted (and I believed r*ped) two young girls in his care while they were in the bathroom. Right after that the camp changed its name and got new staff and policies. Unfortunately not the only story of creepy adults involved with my school district.
What makes it worse is that the camp also had days where we'd have outside time with sprinklers and hoses and water balloons and such so everyone brought their bathing suits to change into. So even though each counselor took the kids of the same gender with them to the bathrooms, the guy counselor likely could have walked into the bathroom at some point while girls were changing in the stalls. So creepy.
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We had smoking place without roof right next to building we worked. My 2 coworkers were there smoking there, but i felt lazy and didn't want to get up the car i was driving and waved them to come to closer so we can chat and luckily they did. Right when they were standing next to car insanely huge ice cube fell off the building roof excatly the spot they were standing just couple of seconds ago. Without my 'laziness' they would've been dead, that ice cube would've landed on their heads and they wouldn't have a chance there.
Several years ago there was a huge storm a micro burst. Me any my staff member were standing in the doorway watching it come in. Above us was a shade thing held on by heavy cable wires. I got this weird feeling and told him to come inside. He ignored me so I grabbed him by the collar and literally dragged him inside. As soon as the door shut we watched the cable snap and shoot right where we were standing. He would've been cut in half for sure. It was insane.
I was new at that job.Maybe a couples months there.So one morning I get up felling odd.I KNEW something bad was going to happen and,according to the intensity of my felling,it was a huge thing.It had happened before in my life and still happen,and I feel the intensity is important.Well, I arrived work and we had a first hour meeting with those relatively new coworkers and the boss.I was shivering and couldn't resist but tell everyone about my feelings.They tried to laugh it out. In the middle of the morning I get a phone call from a number I didn't know. It was a coworker's wife asking if I had slept with has husband (I hadn't at all) and crying as she told me about her situation.While that call was still being held,my boss came into my office and handed me an envelope. t was a letter from the director who wanted my version of what happened with a person. Their family (attorneys) had put a reclamation on me (not fair and not logical). Fortunately, nothing but anxiety happened.
once this kid in third grade was really creepy to all the girls especially me, and he would always touch my hair and stuff he was really weird one day hes all sad and he said that HE WANTED TO K!11 ME BUT HE HAS A CRUSH ON ME LIKE WHAT
I've shared this story before on BP, but my wife and I were once driving on the interstate in a heavy rain. In this area, traffic constantly goes at least 5-10 mph above the speed limit, even during a downpour. Anyway, we both simultaneously get the feeling that we need to get off the road *now* and wait out the storm, so we pull off on next exit. We're stopped just barely long enough to use a restroom when the storm lets up and we get back on the road. Not even a mile down the road (and before the next exit), traffic slows down due to an accident, and we see the car that had been directly in front of us before we stopped was upsidedown and spread across a couple of lanes, and some other cars pulled off to the side, damaged. If we hadn't have gotten off when we did, we would have been involved in a major accident.
Jeez. This stuff makes me twitchy. A few years back at a new job there was this guy, Tim. Something about him made my skin crawl. He transferred to my dept shortly after I started and he was weird. Just off. Then one night I was outside taking a break about 8 or 9pm in the winter. It was very dark outside. Then Tim joined me and struck up a convo. He kept getting closer and closer until he had me pushed up against a wall and grabbed me. Then someone else walked over and he jumped back. I ran for it. Told a coworker and learned he wasn't even supposed to be at work. 3 weeks later he assaulted (in THAT way) a 27 year old mentally challenged janitor with the capacity of a 15 year old. She ended up pregnant and nobody saw her again. They just transferred him to the other side of the building. I saw him every now and then but I never spoke to him again. One time I "accidentally" stapled his hand when he leaned over my desk to talk to me. When he found my car in the lot, I quit the next day.
Senior in high school, I always drove home one particular way - always. One day, was getting ready to get into the turn lane, and I swear I heard a voice as plain as if someone was sitting next to me, said "NO GO STRAIGHT!!!" I had already turned my blinker on but did not turn, I went straight as the voice said. Everything was fine along my alternate route, so I have no idea what would have happened if I had not listened. But it was such a strong, distinct voice and feeling, something I'll never forget!
I say don´t feel embarrassed to share with others if you know something is not right or you are having a premonition. It can save your life or someone else´s. I remember when (out of nowhere) I told a friend that I felt someone very close to him was going to die, that I didn´t know who that could be but he better be prepared. His mother was very old and logically he thought her time was near. Few weeks later his daughter (in her thirties) suffered a fatal heart attack. Of course, I felt horrible because she couldn´t be saved but he told me that at least he felt he was prepared to face the worst and that I shouldn´t feel bad for telling him about my premonition.
This was quite a long time ago but I’ll share anyway. This happened in August 1998. Me and my then girlfriend, decided we want to check out the Planet Hollywood, in Cape Town, South Africa, since we heard it was quite a good experience. On the day I decided to cancel, for no reason at all. So we didn’t go. The next day we heard there was a pipe bombing at the Planet Hollywood. I can’t recall how many people were injured but think it was 2 people killed and 25 injured.Imagine if we went that day.
I used to go to a camp run by my school district's after school care program. The kids were split into age groups, and the age groups were split into smaller groups with two adult counselors each. My group had one really nice lady as a counselor and one guy who seemed nice enough but I didn't like him as much. I attended the camp only for two or three years but the same counselors were with my group every time. And every year I liked the guy counselor less than the lady. I think he was a little grumpier and less friendly than the lady. A year or two after I stop going to the camp, my mom and I are driving home from the library or something and she tells me that my former counselor (the guy) had been arrested because he assaulted (and I believed r*ped) two young girls in his care while they were in the bathroom. Right after that the camp changed its name and got new staff and policies. Unfortunately not the only story of creepy adults involved with my school district.
What makes it worse is that the camp also had days where we'd have outside time with sprinklers and hoses and water balloons and such so everyone brought their bathing suits to change into. So even though each counselor took the kids of the same gender with them to the bathrooms, the guy counselor likely could have walked into the bathroom at some point while girls were changing in the stalls. So creepy.
Load More Replies... We had smoking place without roof right next to building we worked. My 2 coworkers were there smoking there, but i felt lazy and didn't want to get up the car i was driving and waved them to come to closer so we can chat and luckily they did. Right when they were standing next to car insanely huge ice cube fell off the building roof excatly the spot they were standing just couple of seconds ago. Without my 'laziness' they would've been dead, that ice cube would've landed on their heads and they wouldn't have a chance there.
Several years ago there was a huge storm a micro burst. Me any my staff member were standing in the doorway watching it come in. Above us was a shade thing held on by heavy cable wires. I got this weird feeling and told him to come inside. He ignored me so I grabbed him by the collar and literally dragged him inside. As soon as the door shut we watched the cable snap and shoot right where we were standing. He would've been cut in half for sure. It was insane.
I was new at that job.Maybe a couples months there.So one morning I get up felling odd.I KNEW something bad was going to happen and,according to the intensity of my felling,it was a huge thing.It had happened before in my life and still happen,and I feel the intensity is important.Well, I arrived work and we had a first hour meeting with those relatively new coworkers and the boss.I was shivering and couldn't resist but tell everyone about my feelings.They tried to laugh it out. In the middle of the morning I get a phone call from a number I didn't know. It was a coworker's wife asking if I had slept with has husband (I hadn't at all) and crying as she told me about her situation.While that call was still being held,my boss came into my office and handed me an envelope. t was a letter from the director who wanted my version of what happened with a person. Their family (attorneys) had put a reclamation on me (not fair and not logical). Fortunately, nothing but anxiety happened.
once this kid in third grade was really creepy to all the girls especially me, and he would always touch my hair and stuff he was really weird one day hes all sad and he said that HE WANTED TO K!11 ME BUT HE HAS A CRUSH ON ME LIKE WHAT
