We’ve all experienced the dilemma of being caught between listening to our gut and dismissing it as a typical case of overthinking. So, to unblur these lines, experts determined four criteria for when you should trust your instincts: when it pertains to your health, when you feel like something’s off in a relationship, when you doubt yourself, and, as this list shows, when it concerns your safety.
People on Reddit shared their experiences about how heeding their inner voice saved them from danger. They’ve been spared from potentially fatal attacks, freak accidents, or “wrong place at the wrong time” moments.
If you’ve been in similar situations, feel free to share your story in the comments below.
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Does that 'I need to go home now' feeling count? It wasn't me, though—it was my mom.
I was about 12, and my mom left to run an errand, leaving me home alone. Not long after she left, the doorbell rang. This was strange because we lived on a hill with only two neighbors, and we were all pretty reclusive. We just didn’t get random visitors. Thanks to some conveniently placed picture frames, I was able to look out without being seen. I saw a young man I didn’t recognize, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, and something about him just felt... off. So I decided to ignore him and hoped he’d leave.
But he didn’t. He hung around and started smoking. Again, we were on an isolated hill, I was alone, and I started to feel really scared. I went and hid, planning to wait for my mom to return. But she’d only just left, had a few errands to run, and I couldn’t reach the phone without him seeing me.
As I was trying to figure out what to do, my mom came home. She rushed inside and asked if I was okay. Apparently, she’d gotten an overwhelming 'go home NOW' feeling, so she hadn’t even made it to her first errand. She turned around right away, found the guy in our yard, and asked what he wanted. He muttered something about looking for someone, and my mom told him to leave. He was acting strangely, which made her nervous.
To this day, I have no idea what he wanted or how my mom knew to come home. But I’m extremely grateful that she did.
I had pulled up to a three way stop in Indiana. It was early August, and the corn was high, making it hard to see cars at the other two stop signs. I started inching my car out, and clear as day, I heard my Granny say”stop!”
I hit my brake, and a car flew through the intersection without stopping. I would’ve been hit had I not listened to her voice.
She had died two years before this happened.
I lived in the States (Australian) for 7 years. One morning I woke up in a panic with the thought, 'I have to go home NOW' and booked flights.
Managed to get back to Australia 2 weeks later.
1 week later, COVID hit and the riots ensued near my old residence in the U.S.
I can think of many times at parties/clubs/events/ etc where I’ve felt the stare of a guy/group or guys and felt uncomfortable and that gut feeling of being uneasy and scared
Where I’ve been like “we need to leave now”
Not something uncommon when you are a girl.
Being a woman means to be scared everytime I'm outside my house, so this is not really new.
Not me,but my parents. My parents were in Thailand on their honeymoon on December 25 2004. They were by the beach. My parents say they had a feeling they should advance the tickets a day ahead. 8:00 am on the morning on 2004,they took off and saw the waves come in and destroy the resort they were in.
I didn't need to leave, but he sure as s**t did. I was doing yard work in my front yard with my young daughter (4-6). She was inside the picket fence. I was just around the side of the house where I could still see her but wasn't visible from the street. Some creepy old white dude in a rusty panel van (by the gods, it was so stereotypical) drove by and slowed way down and was staring hard at her. I got this pit in my stomach when I saw him do all this. I came charging out from the side, like, I'm going to jail for murder, but worth it. When he saw me come around the corner, he laid about ¼ inch of tire in the road as he sped off. She was oblivious to the whole thing, thankfully. I called the cops and gave them the lowdown and a description. I never saw that rig again, but by Grabthar's Hammer, if I did, I'd shoot first and ask questions later. F**k that guy.
Not my story but my brother's. When he 20 he was with a friend of his and had just met a girl at a bar. He and the guy followed her into her flat where about 10 minutes later they heard the girl speaking in Spanish. All of my family can speak Spanish so when he heard her say "I got two for you" he quickly grabbed his friend and left. Don't know what she had planned for them but I don't like it.
I was walking home from school alone back in the early 80’s, and noticed a man in a truck was following me. I got a gut feeling to run as fast as I could, which I did. He sped up as well, but I managed to duck behind a big group of bushes.
I watched from the bushes as he slowed down in his truck scanning the bushes to see if, I was in there.
He drove off after about 5 minutes, and later that night my parents had the t.v on and the police were looking for that same man for an attempted kidnapping a few streets away.
Was in a bar on the rooftop deck. Some dudes started getting rowdy near the entrance to the deck. I could see the escalation happening and I told the gal I had been talking to to follow me and we went down the back stairs through the kitchen.
Two things happened that night. First, one of the guys got stabbed... In the head... Like through the top of his skull. Super glad I got out of there when I did. Second, I got laid that night. She thought it was super cool to "escape through the kitchen".
Me and a girlfriend were making out in my car somewhere in downtown. Some empty parking lot at night. I happened to look out the window and see a guy walking up to us in the dark from a distance. I decided not to wait around. As soon as I started the car, he started running towards us. I took off as fast as I could.
"Wait! Wait!! Have you accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as you Savior?".
Riding with brother in law to help him buy a couch he found on Craigslist.
Pull into a very shady looking apartment complex and notice a few people up front watching us pull in and suddenly calling someone with their cell. Bad body language all around.
Lizard brain says it's an ambush.
Tell BIL and we turn around and leave.
That night on the news there was a shootout because dudes were setting people up to be robbed at the back of the complex.
Was in Oaxaca, Mexico during the protests/violence that occurred. One day my dad and I were in the central plaza. It's mid-afternoon and about to rain and he's on the phone with my mom. I look around and realize we're alone. Nobody is in the plaza. We're a couple of Americans and also the only people there.
I tell my dad to get off the phone we meed to go. He waves me off. I tell him to turn around and look. He realizes were alone, hangs up and we need to go.
20 minutes later the local resistance takeover of tv and radio stations in the city started.
Many parts of Mexico are safe and lovely with excellent standards of living. Still, there are certain regions there - and other parts of the world - that I would not go to. There's an annual advisory from CIA and Homeland Security that every visitor should consult before traveling. No doubt America is now on some advisories for European and other tourists as well. IRONIC.
At a big college party. Talking to a guy. He leaned in and whispered, “things are about to get r**e-y.” I laughed to defuse the situation. Then I politely excused myself, found my friend and we immediately left.
Imagine being that loser, thinking other thought similar to you, and deciding to actually say those words out loud to somebody!
I woke up to the smell of burnt rubber and it turned out to be that my garage was on fire. I woke up everybody in the house (9 people including a baby) and we got the hell out of there. Luckily the fire didn't make it into the house and we had it covered by insurance but it was scary as hell.
I was at a party and saw some girls rushing out of the house. I was drunk and got freaked out and left. While sitting in my car attempting to sober up, i hear screaming and gun shots from inside the house and book it down the street for a couple blocks until someone came and picked me up.
I went to college in downtown Chicago and took the El tracks home after an evening class, it wasn't too late, maybe like 8p? This one time there were only a few other people in the train car I was in and so everyone was spread out. At one of the stops this shady looking guy gets on and even though there were plenty of empty rows where he could sit alone he goes and sits next to a woman. Not 2sec later that woman gets up and immediately goes to another car.
This same guy then gets up from the seat turns around towards where I'm sitting, mind you like the woman, I was sitting near the window and had my backpack on the seat next to me. He sits down on my backpack without saying a word. Shocked I yank my bag from under him and thats when I see that he has this weird silver finger cover thing over his entire pointer finger. This ornament finger thing looked heavy and it had intricate carved dragons all over it except at the end where a nail would be there was like a long claw-like dagger. I look at this guy and he is just staring straight ahead, didn't even flinch with me pulling my back pack, plus he reeked of alcohol. I then noticed this other guy who was seated across from us and was staring right at me mouthing: "GET UP NOW". So thats what I did, I used my back pack to kind of buffer me from him and pushed myself out of the aisle as the train was approaching the last stop, I left that car and had so much adrenaline pulsing that I kept going through other train cars to get as much distance as I could, until the train came to a stop and I ran the f**k of of there and down the stairs where I alerted a cta employee about him. It was really scary and after that my boyfriend got me a taser and pepper spray that I would literally hold in my hands so that everyone could see when I rode the trains at that hour.
That’s not even weird to see on the El. At any time. Drunk people sit next to you and pee (or poop). One guy was shooting up next to me and blood squirted out. That was quite a morning commute.
A few instances from mountain climbing/backpacking:
On the summit of Mt. Adams, a 12,500 foot (dormant) volcano in Washington state. The wind suddenly picked up ***very*** strongly as we were packing up lunch and about to descend. We looked up and saw what I can only describe as two horizontal tornadoes sucking up loose snow from around us. We basically ran/fell down the 50-foot snow slope from the small summit to a larger plateau below as the vortices descended to where we were just a minute before. We booked it across the plateau to the main slope, and then did a glissade (controlled sitting descent using an ice axe for rudder/brake) down a 3,000 vertical foot snow field in 15 minutes (it took us four hours to climb up the same snow field).
On a 13,000+ foot ridge in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, in Sequoia National Park. Light puffy clouds in the morning quickly built up to thunderstorms as we crossed the pass to get to the camp for that night. We could actually feel and smell the static electricity in the air as lightning began to strike. Again, descended as fast as humanly possible.
I wonder if they had informed themselves about weather conditions and this was the residual risk.
Several years ago, 6 of my friends and I were out of state for a wedding. We rented an Air BnB for the group. Immediately after getting there we learned that the guy who rented out his house had a roommate who was almost never home, but happened to be there for the first time in weeks, and didn't realize the house was going to be occupied. The owner insisted that he spoke with him and he was planning to pack up and stay at his girlfriends so we could have the home to ourselves as planned. Sure enough, he was gone that afternoon.
We went out that night and came home intoxicated, as 20-something's do from time to time. One of our guy friends came up from the basement looking shocked. Apparently the roommate was back..and based on him being asleep..it was clear he planned to stay.
We quieted down and rearranged where we'd all planned to sleep. But this was only the beginning.
The next morning we were woken up by excruciatingly loud death metal blaring from the common living area/dining room upstairs. Two of the people who'd slept in the living room came down immediately and told us we needed to pack our s**t and get out FAST. We didn't ask many questions. Just sort of grabbed all our stuff, tries to clean up, and piled into an uber XL to head to the closest hotel.
Apparently before the music started earlier that morning they woke up to a bunch of clank/banging only to open their eyes and see this dude sitting at the table cleaning a shot gun and a hand gun.
Needless to say..i don't think he wanted us in his house.
Driving a friend home after a group dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings. We pull into friend’s apartment and I notice a car following us. They pull in the apartment and park beside us. We sit a coupe of minutes just talking when I realize the guy in the next car who is alone still hasn’t got out. I told my friend something didn’t feel right. We back out and the car follows us. I knew a bunch of back road and hit those quick enough to lose the guy. One he was gone I took my friend back home and watched her go in safely.
Alabama.
My wife (we were engaged at the time) and I were considering moving there because her dad had his business there and was offering to provide us lodging and jobs to come work for him.
He's a great guy, but we stayed with his at-the-time business partner who turned out to be a virulent, vocal, unapologetic racist who was also quick to yell at his wife. He also looked like a d**n ogre, which didn't help. Between him, the food (still scarred by the memory of a Chinese buffet outside of the Muscle Shoals/Florence region...) and the general feel of the place, we both just looked at each other on the second night and agreed we couldn't do it. We packed our bags that night, and the next morning she feigned illness and we took off as fast as we could. It meant giving up the prospect of easy work and affordable housing, but it was worth it.
Lived in Birmingham AL for five years, and it was lovely. But, that doesn’t mean it’s “domesticated “ everywhere else!!!
I was at the zoo with my husband and daughter, who was about 2 at the time. We were in front of the elephants, and one of the elephants was apparently really pissed off, and started throwing baseball/softball sized rocks toward the people standing there. I was like, "s**t, we gotta move!", and we moved far away from the area. Other people were like "haha, look at the elephant throwing rocks", and then someone's kid got hit with a rock. The dude was so pissed off, he started throwing rocks back at the elephants, until a trainer came and got the elephant. I really hate zoos now (for lots of reasons, not just this specific incident). They make me depressed.
Wild animals should be left in the wild, unless there are extenuating circumstances that prohibit it. That’s when a well-run, secure, well-staffed, and very spacious sanctuary should have them, where they can roam free but still be protected. No one should be able to have wild animals as pets, private “zoos” should be illegal, and “sport” hunting of endangered species should be a criminal offense with a mandatory billion dollar fine and life sentence in prison on hard time. We’d have so many idle rich a******s funding g good causes with their fines, and s******g themselves behind bars, it would be immensely satisfying.
I was driving home from my shift as a bartender and needed to stop for gas. I'm filling up and I notice there's a sedan parked over at the diesel pumps. Lights off, but clearly two guys sitting in the car. When my car finished filling up I went into the store, hoping these guys would leave.
I asked the guy behind the counter how long they'd been there, and he hadn't even noticed them. I stayed until another guy pulled up to the pumps and walked in, but they were still there when I left.
I checked the news the next morning and there was a robbery at a gas station nearby around the time I was going home. I don't know if it was those same guys trying to take down another place, but they were giving me bad vibes.
I would also wait until there was someone at the pumps who could help me if they attacked me when I left the store.
Some friends and I were on a road trip through California. It got late, so we decided to just pull over and sleep on the side of the road. Before we turned in, we thought we would sit on the ground and eat a little dinner. In the dark behind me I heard a noise and LEAPT into the car. Everybody laughed at me reacting the way I did. It took me a minute or two to even realize what the noise was I had reacted to. It was a rattlesnake rattle. I reacted automatically without any concious thought.
Was in Paris November 2015 on Vacation. My girlfriend and I were in a small pub having a drink before heading back to the hotel. Most of the pub was watching the soccer game and we weren’t really paying attention.
All of a sudden we noticed the whole pub went quiet, and we saw the news on the TV about the terror attacks. The bartender could speak English and said to us “Are you tourists? You need to get back to your hotel NOW”. We thankfully were close enough to run back and we basically hid there with the blinds closed and lights off watching it happen on TV, terrified because we had no idea how far the attacks were going to spread.
The scariest part is that had briefly considered getting tickets to the EoDM concert that night, had we gone who knows what could have happened.
good bartenders make sure their clientele don't get killed in terrorist attacks
Once while my brother, myself and some friends were at a bar in a town that I'm not very familiar with I got really bad vibes from two guys that were drunk and getting loud with each other. I don't know why but I got that gut feeling that we needed to leave, so I got up, went and told these guys that we were leaving and so we did. Well the next day I hear from someone else that I know and he said that he showed up at the exact same bar awhile after we left and that the place was swarming with cops, emergency vehicles etc... And what he basically said was that when he asked someone what was going on they told him that two guys were fighting in the parking lot and that one pulled a knife out and stabbed the other one. That's all he said, but I have no doubt in my mind that it was the same two guys that I had noticed earlier. I often wonder what happened, if the one that got stabbed died and so on. But yeah anyway that was one time where I knew I had to GTFO!!!!!
We lived out in the country in backwoods Missouri. We had very few neighbors and they weren’t within walking distance, nor was it walking distance from town. Our rental house was an old historic farmhouse.
I was home alone and was showering upstairs. The stairs led directly into the master suite and were old, hardwood, and creaky. The bathroom itself was directly over the front door and you could hear the front door open and close while in the shower.
So, I’m in there doing my shower thing and I hear the front door open. Husband is a cop and sometimes stops home for lunch while he’s out patrolling. I assume this is him coming home. I hear someone walking up the stairs and it sounds “off”. Husband is 6’ tall and weighs about 250 pounds. He has huge feet. He’s just a really big man. His arms are the size of my legs and he’s not fat. These footsteps do not sound like a huge man ambling up a set of stairs. Still, I write it off as maybe him trying to sneak in and surprise me.
I hear the footsteps stop at the top of the staircase. I wait for them to proceed into the bathroom where I will feign surprise that husband has come home from work early. I continue to wait for another thirty second or so. The footsteps continue but seem to walk opposite the bathroom door and farther into the bedroom. Then, the footsteps approach the bathroom door. There’s a pause and I hear someone say:
“Hello?”
AND IT IS ABSOLUTELY NOT MY HUSBANDS VOICE.
This is not the voice of an older, pack a day, grizzled, former marine, police officer that is built like a brick s**t-house. This is a younger voice. This is a STRANGER IN MY HOUSE.
I jumped out of my skin. I immediately put my hand on the shower controls to turn the water off and then think better of it. I leave the shower running, hoping that the person on the other side of the door might think I didn’t hear them over the noise of the running water. I very gently, as quietly as I can, open the shower door, and tiptoe to the bathroom door. I reached out and as quickly as I can and turn the lock on the doorknob. Seconds later, I see the doorknob give a few quick jerks. As I stand on my side of the bathroom door, barely breathing, afraid to move, I hear footsteps walking away from the door, they move down the stairs, and towards the back bedroom of the house. I ran out of the bathroom, slammed the bedroom door shut, grabbed my husbands revolver from the nightstand, snatched my cellphone off the dresser, and fled the house out of the second story balcony where I took the (thank god it was there) staircase to our backyard, ran across the driveway and into our detached garage where I locked myself in and called my husband to tell him that someone was in our house.
He arrived a few minutes later, cleared the house, and chewed my a*s for not locking the front door.
I was working nights when I was younger and was deep asleep when my brother ran into my room yelling we gotta go now!
I panic wake up and just run out the door, get in the car with him and my dad still trying to get my senses about me. We’re driving and my dad turns on the radio and there’s a tornado hitting our town. We didn’t have a storm shelter so we were rushing to my moms work.
The meteorologist comes over the radio saying it’s going to hit these cross streets any minute. We’re literally sitting at a stop sign at those cross streets.
My brother and I start panicking for my dad to just floor it like we gotta go now!
We thankfully just missed it but between being woke up and finally realizing what was going on in that moment I was terrified.
BP is overly concerned with censoring, to the point where it sometimes makes it hard to understand the post, but is apparently not at all concerned about most of these posts not being related to having a gut-feeling about a situation. Why?
At 10th grade our teacher had the subject coordinator or vice principal or principal to have a regular inspection of how she handles her classes.. so this usually means we and the teacher would have to do something out of the ordinary unlike simply in the classroom and have discussions on the lessons. This is Science so, we had to have a lesson with chemicals. To the lab we go. Yay...
Like the usual at first, safty and everything. Lesson starts.. yada yada. This is where I had the "We need to leave now!" moment: she brought some chemicals in.. sulfuric acid and a base which I forgot.
These were the things that bothered me
1. She put the sulfuric acid first in the beaker.. a lot of it. The only other beaker aside from the one holding sulfuric acid.
2. She had forgotten to wear her googles onto her eyes and left it on her head as there was an intoduction to the lesson at first
3. I remembered that some acid / base combinations react violently on some specifications
4. There was no water near around her
5. As she put in the base on the beaker it reacted slow at first but I notice it to start making smoke 5 minutes in.. note that she also put a bit more of it han she should.
While everyone was amazed at the sudden pop of colorful smoke or something, I was watching the beaker closely and gut instinct said that I had to leave the room no matter what. (note I was in front so I am really close) I cannot say that I have to go to the bathroom to leave and I cannot disturb her while she discuss infront as someone at the back (principal of the school) is observing. I ran out of the lab. 10 seconds in and then.. BOOM! Like a gun shoot.
They had to leave the lab and some of those in front had to wash off the sulfuric acid off with water in the rest rooms and at the back of the lab with clean running water. The teacher however suffered some damage to here eyes.. luckily enough none of the sulfuric acid went to here eyes, but some glass shards did.. she was sent to the hospital after she was washed.
I got famous tho.. the guy who run.
Edit: TL;DR
I ran out of an exploding chemical reaction from a lab presentation back at 10th grade. Teacher got her eyes hurt.
I had a similar experience, but not quite as dramatic, involving Girl Guides & a leader trying to make popcorn with hot oil in a saucepan without a lid - I tried to warn her, but she didn't listen. I ran, but all the kids at the front ended up with oil burns.
Latinamerican here.
I was with a coworker who wanted to become a youtuber, in a park that is very famous due to the apparition of *"La Llorona"* in that park's lake, we were videorecording some s****y videos of him talking about the legends of La Llorona and stuff, notice that it was very late in the night, even for latinamerican standards, we arrived to the park near to 2 am, seeking something paranormal to occur.
And it did.
I swear that at **3:30** am every single dog from that park started running away from the lake, and I'm talking about 10-15 dogs.
It was poop town inside my pants.
We leave that park soon after that.
"It was poop town inside my pants" is my new favorite way to say I was scared.
Was in Chicago, got off a train station and a homeless guy came up to myself and my friend. He said he was really depressed, wanted to k**l himself and wanted a hug. Had no idea what to do, but then he put his arms around our necks and put us all into a hug.
I couldn’t get out of the hug. I tried to leave. His arm was wrapped around my neck tightly. Eventually he asked us to come with him to the shops, I asked him if he wanted us to buy him something. He said no, he had the money.
We walk with him towards the shop, so uncomfortable. He had a duffel bag and said he’d pay, but he just wanted us to go with him to the shop.
Once we were outside the shop, I told my friend let’s get out of here. He started going into his bag and that’s when we legged it. I had no idea what he was going to grab, he could have been harmless but the fact that we couldn’t leave his hug earlier remains with me.
I can still feel his arm around my neck.
it is scary but also sounds like depression and not knowing how to act because of booze or drúgs.
Went off roading with a friend in an area he’d gone to the week before. First we explored the stuff he’d already done, but decided to finish off by exploring some new areas. We get to the top of this crest and enjoy the view for a second before both looking down and seeing about 10 cars in a ravine. We were both ready to nope the f**k outta that.
Stopped at a burger king for lunch with a couple friends when the cops showed up because someone threatened to shoot someone. The supposed gunman left right before we walked in.
We left the burger king and just as we crossed the street, we heard gunshots coming from the place and ran for a couple blocks.
I was on a tour at the Korean demilitarized zone (DMZ) between North Korea and South Korea, back in 2010.
We were about to enter the Joint Security Area (JSA), where the actual border is. If you've seen newscasts showing light blue houses separating the two Koreas, that's the JSA.
Our last stop before entering the JSA was a gift shop. As we shuffled off the tour bus, a bunch of US military personnel came out of nowhere, holding their weapons, and ordered us to get back on the bus as quickly as possible.
Our tour bus made a bee-line out of the DMZ. It was clear that we won't be going closer to the border.
After a brief stop at another point of interest (in a safer area), our tour bus high-tailed it back to Seoul. We left so quickly that we still had our UN-issued "visitor" badges with us. We returned them to the tour guide, who exchanged them for our waiver forms – they were never submitted to the US military because of what happened.
I still have that form today. It basically says "we're not responsible if you get shot by the North Koreans or the Chinese People's Liberation Army" (it hadn't been updated for a while).
So... what happened?
2 months before our tour, there was a South Korean naval ship that was mysteriously torpedoed near the inter-Korean maritime border.
South Korea wanted to blame North Korea, who denied involvement. So an investigation was launched. On the day of our tour, South Korea called a press conference to formally accuse North Korea of the sinking. Nobody seemed to know that was going to happen.
That press conference happened at the same time that we were at the DMZ. So we were immediately ordered away to avoid possible retaliation by the North Koreans – a tour group would be easy pickings.
I don't know what the odds are for something like this. But I will forever have that story to tell – and can claim to have been ordered off a military base by soldiers near North Korea.
I was in Camden. NJ. 1991. Hanging with some people I was familiar with and my friend T. T and I were just talking, hanging out on the block while the older kids were selling to passing cars.
For a couple weeks I had been trying to convince T to stop hanging on these couple blocks. There was too much turf s**t in Camden. Always someone or other rolling through slow or staring from the end of the block. Gang s**t.
Anyway, one evening I see this car go by three times. I knew that was it. I could feel it in my gut. I saw them turn in again and then start to go a little faster. Grabbed T and got low behind a burned out car and made myself the smallest target. 3 dealers died that night. I'm pretty sure one or two of the guys in the car died, too.
It was a f*****g mess. I booked it to the bus depot and stayed out of camden for a couple months. T was fine that night but died a couple months later in other gang s**t. F*****g gang s**t.
Went to see a friend out of town and had never been to her place. Had another friend who said he knew which apt. it was so we followed him up. We get to "our friends" place and walk in. I immediately notice the decor isn't matching up (my friend being in her 20s at the time wouldn't have a dusty place with obviously old furniture) and then it hit me. The smell, it punched my senses and I immediately said it smelled like a decomposing body (No I had not smelled one before but the smell was so sour and bad that was just my best verbal description). My friends notice the smell and agree we fd up and went into the wrong apartment. Our friend laughed when we got to her apartment. A week later she messaged me, they were removing the body of a person who died and was smelling up the building a few floors down, the exact one we wandered into.
Oh yeah the time when me and my friends were in an abandoned farm house and then there random unexplainable screams coming from the basement. Fun times.
I saw this video with these two guys hiding in the basement of an abandoned building, they were waiting for some teenagers that they knew were gonna come there to explore. Once the teenagers got there and started exploring the basement the guys waiting for them blew on a aztec death whistle scaring the shıt out of the teenagers and scattering them to different directions. Maybe someone was living in that abandoned farmhouse?
When some guy came into Waffle House looking for a piece of paper that the waitress accidentally threw away. The guy said he was going home to get his gun that was under his mattress and come back to Waffle House. My friend and I got our checks immediately, paid and left. We were not hanging around!
During high school gym class I had a run in with a much bigger guy who was basically the class bully. He was bossing me around and I snapped back at him, causing him to go after me, ultimately choking me against a tree while the teacher was away.
Skip forward to the following summer break. I'd since apologised to the guy in person as he was not the kind of enemy I needed. One day I was on my bike heading to a local field to hang out with my friends, when I ran into the very same guy also on his bike heading the opposite way. We briefly stopped and had an awkward greeting. He asked where I was headed and (naively) I told him. He seemed friendly enough at the time so I was thinking we'd buried the hatchet.
An hour or so later I was hanging out at this field with my friends and in the distance I saw a group of about 20 other kids coming onto the field, all on bikes. I saw that leading them was the guy. Instantly my stomach dropped as I realised he was going to jump me (that happened a lot at the time with that group of people).
Luckily I was a distance off and amongst some trees so I very quickly got on my bike, said bye to my friends and booked it home. Can't be sure, but I'm 90% sure I avoided getting the s**t kicked out of me that day.
As a kid, the torch from the Beijing Olympics was being run through an area near where we lived. We went to a viewing spot where they were holding a barbecue, so there were a lot of people gathered there.
Now it’s important to remember that China was under a lot of scrutiny for human rights a**se. As such, there were a number of pro-China supporters who had brought flags and such to the viewing. The whole thing had a bit of a tense atmosphere, but so far nothing bad happened.
Then, shortly before the torch was due to arrive, a bus-load of anti-China demonstrators rocked up. They started silently walking out holding signs condemning the abuse. And the pro-China crowd absolutely lost it. There was a barricade separating the two groups, and we were between the barricade and the pro-China crowd. I distinctly remember a group of them running towards the barricade throwing water bottles and such, oblivious to the fact that they were about to trample a kid.
My folks and I ran and left the area, watching the torch in a less crowded spot down the road.
"Was under a lot of scrutiny" because of human rights violations...nothing better nowadays, just "nobody" seems to care anymore.
Tornado sirens and the roaring sound of a train approaching. I didnt live near a train.
... sooo what was the gut feeling? what did you do? this is a statement of a situation, nothing to do with the subject matter
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So many of these should have been reported to the police but clearly weren't
I once saw a driver of a BMW using a turn signal before making a lane change, saving me from being sideswiped.
Load More Replies...If you take into account the post(s) they've got this from on reddit have the title 'What's your "We need to leave NOW" moment', the entries make a lot more sense.
I stopped reading because I wanted to write "this has nothing to do with a "gut instinct"" for half of them.
Load More Replies...So many of these should have been reported to the police but clearly weren't
I once saw a driver of a BMW using a turn signal before making a lane change, saving me from being sideswiped.
Load More Replies...If you take into account the post(s) they've got this from on reddit have the title 'What's your "We need to leave NOW" moment', the entries make a lot more sense.
I stopped reading because I wanted to write "this has nothing to do with a "gut instinct"" for half of them.
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