Psychologists believe that intuition is fueled by pattern-matching; the mind combs through experiences we've stored in our long-term memory for similar situations and presents in-the-moment judgments based on them.
Even Albert Einstein relied on it. "I sometimes feel that I am right. I do not know that I am," he told The Saturday Evening Post in 1929. It's much better to trust those instincts and test them later than to dismiss them out of hand, he said.
But Reddit user ElectroIsland was interested in how we approach it when the stakes get higher, so they asked everyone on the platform to share the scariest "We need to leave, now" gut feelings they've ever experienced. Here are some of the most upvoted stories they have received.
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Does an "I need to go home now" feeling count? And it wasn't me, but my mom.
Anyway, I was around 12 or so and my mom left to run an errand, leaving me alone. Very soon after she left, the doorbell rang. This was weird because we lived on a hill with only two neighbors (we all kept to ourselves) and we just... didn't get random visitors. Thanks to some conveniently placed picture frames, I could see out the door without being seen. I look out and see a young man I don't recognize. He's dressed in a tshirt and jeans and something just feels... off. So I ignore him and wait for him to leave.
But he doesn't. He lingers and starts smoking. Again, this is an isolated hill, I'm alone, and now I'm getting scared. I go and hide and plan to wait for my mom. Except she JUST left, had a few errands to run, and I couldn't reach the phone without the guy seeing me.
As I'm trying to figure out what to do... my mom comes home. She runs in and asks if I'm okay. Apparently she got this random "go home NOW" urge. She hadn't even run her first errand yet but turned around immediately. Found the guy in our yard and asked what he needed. I guess he muttered something about looking for someone, or something to that effect, and my mom told him to leave. Apparently he was acting very strangely and made my mom nervous.
To this day I have no idea what he wanted, and no idea how my mom knew to come home. But I am VERY grateful she did.
We got in touch with ElectroIsland, and the Redditor mentioned that they came up with the idea to ask this question while simply relaxing.
"I was just watching Adult Swim and thought of some situations that Rick and Morty present and go through," the author of the post told Bored Panda.
After reviewing the discussion, ElectroIsland said, "A lot of the stuff posted had to do with either attempted kidnapping/SA, or some kind of robbery or gang presence."
I was at a family gathering, basically a reunion but just for family within reasonable driving distance, probably 30 people all together. It was at county park on a small lake with some grills and buildings (just an empty hall with some picknick tables inside) you could rent for this kinda stuff. The sky started darkening as a storm was approching, all the coolers, chairs, balls and other kids toys, etc. were brought into the building anticipating the rain. The plan was to wait it out since afternoon showers are common just about every day in the summer. Something in the air didnt feel or smell right even though it appeared to be just a regular afternoon storm. Hair on my neck was standing up and I was in full flight mode. Cant really descibe it, the feeling in the pit of my stomach can only be decribed as absolute dread. I told my wife to take my daughter and get in the car. My brother in law took one look at my face and said whats wrong.. apparently I was white as a ghost. It wasnt even raining yet and I was full on panic yelling for everyone to leave, something isnt right. No one else was that worried, mostly concerned with how I was acting. I went out to the car and as soon as I was about to turn the key the tornado sirens went off. We were not far from wherever they put those (or they are just stupidly loud), because it was deafeningly loud. Now the rest of the family is pouring out of the building to their cars, kids crying, and I look across the lake maybe a few miles in the distance and see a funnel cloud. Got the hell out of there, as did everyone else. The building we had rented for this family bbq thing was completely annihilated...literally just a slab of concrete and a s**t ton of debris all around. It was hit dead on by an EF3.
My brother and I were kids, playing hide and seek in the front yard of our house. My brother was 3, and I was 6. My brother was supposed to be counting and finding me, but he was taking forever, so I peeked around the side of the house to see what was taking so long. He had lost interest in the game and was standing near the front gate, which led to the street. As I'm looking, I see a brown car pull up with two men inside. The car wasn't familiar, and neither were the men. They both got out of the car and approached my brother. They started asking him questions and moving closer to him. I remember feeling panicked. I had learned about stranger danger in school and knew this wasn't right. I ran around the side of the house, flew through the back door, and screamed, "Someone is trying to kidnap Steve!" My dad didn't hesitate. He got up and flew through the front door. When the men saw my dad coming through the door, they bolted and peeled out. From that day forward, we weren't allowed to play in the front yard anymore. It's a really scary memory for me.
ElectroIsland believes intuition is more than a tool for avoiding danger. They say it "can be applied to just about anything in life."
"I can find many uses for it, even in normal, non-life-threatening situations," they added.
Scientists agree. For example, while researching intuition for her book 'Sovereign,' Emma Seppala, a Yale management lecturer, found that gut feelings are a powerful source of information that we can and should rely on.
Me and my little sister went camping in the woods very close to our house when we were kids. We'd seen this bald guy with a blue shirt and a dog walking around, which isn't unusual for the area, you'll often see people walking and say hello. For some reason though, I just got this tight feeling in my chest, and my sister must have too, because we both just gave each other this look. I don't know what it was that made me do it, this is very out of character for me, but I took a photo of the back of him as he was walking away.
A while later, we see the same guy AGAIN near the lake. He comes over and asks about the tent we're carrying, where we'll be setting up, and are we camping with our dad? We say yes, we're just going to see him now (a lie).
We must have had the same moment of psychic-ness, because we walked off up a fork in the path until we were out of view, then looked at each other and jumped down a path hidden by the bushes and waited behind them on the parallel trail for a bit. The guy watched us walk off, pretended to play with his dog until he couldn't see us, then turned around and ran up the path after us. Thankfully he didn't see us hidden and carried on up straight where he thought we'd gone. We decided camping was a bad idea and went home.
That evening my mum shows us a post in the local residents group, which is a picture of **the same bald guy** trying to break into someone's house. Apparently he'd just been walking round trying people's front doors and claimed to be a repair guy when he was stopped. I dread to f*****g think what his intentions were, but it was very lucky me and my sister knew those woods so well, otherwise we wouldn't have thought to go down one of the hidden paths.
We were driving back from an impromptu family vacation. My husband and I were both driving cars (too many people, not enough alert drivers) and I was following him. We were in the left lane passing a truck and I suddenly had an overwhelming feeling that we needed to slow way down and move over *immediately.* I called him and told him that we needed to get over, go slower than the truck, and turn our hazards on. He thought I was a little crazy but he’s learned to listen to my gut feelings and did it. Suddenly we ran into a freak ice storm and the truck slipped off the road, the car that went past us on the left slid into oncoming traffic, and 3 other cars behind us proceeded to slide off the road. There was a big dip on the side of the road and one of the cars even tipped over. We somehow came through unscathed and made it home safely.
Another time I was driving to work and I was behind a work van with ladders on top of it. It wasn’t particularly busy on the highway but someone was behind me somewhat close. I had a horrible feeling wash over me that I needed to move over right away. I moved one lane over about 15 seconds before one of the ladders flew off the van. It hit the road right next to me and the car that was behind me ran over it a little but luckily wasn’t impaled or anything.
I’ve had this feeling several times in my life and have even cancelled entire vacations over it. I don’t know if anything would’ve happened for several of them, but I truly think I’ve avoided some serious trouble.
I was traveling behind a truck carrying large plate glass windows. Though I was at a safe distance I felt it imperative to slow down "just in case". One of the windows flew off the truck moments afterwards and shattered across the interstate.
"Awareness is key to sovereignty," Seppala explained. "As you start to make room for intuitive insights, you'll find your awareness deepens further. By making time and space for intuition to arise, you'll have greater insight into yourself and the world."
To incorporate it into our everyday life decision-making, Seppala suggested to "make it a habit to also consult your feelings on the matter ... When you need to make a decision between options A and B, for example, sit with your eyes closed for a moment. How do you feel about each option? You might notice one makes you tense up while the other makes you feel relaxed."
This might take practice, and you might not notice much at first. But try it in different situations and see what happens!
I stopped by a friend's house to watch a ball game, he, his wife and I were just relaxing and someone knocked on the door. It was the middle of the afternoon, he opened it up, he was expecting others might come by also. I hear him greeting someone, the guy was his brother I had never met, but had heard about. Very sketchy looking guy, meth teeth, scrawny, long greasy hair, my friend had told me that he had a brother who lived in the area who had a serious d**g problem.
Buddy is talking to his brother about nothing and the guy gets a call on his cell, whoever called, all he told them was "not yet, I'll call you later". Seems pretty obvious this guy has come to rob and most likely to take out witnesses, I look at my buddy, it seems he has come to the same conclusion. Now my buddy's wife is a no nonsense type of woman, sweet, but athletic, on the tall side, she had left the room to go to the bathroom, or so she said.
She comes back in the room with a handgun, I'm thinking "WTF did I walk into", but she calmly says "Ron, you're strung out and came here with bad intentions, you need to quietly leave, if you get any ideas, Chris, their son, is sitting outside in his truck to make sure you go."
Ron doesn't say a word, he just turn and goes out the door, we can hear his old pickup drive away rapidly. Chris come in and says "he's gone, I don't think he's coming back". The ask me to leave so they can decide what to do, they have already called the police, who are well acquainted with Ron.
The next morning my buddy calls me, the police said they found his brother in the trailer park where he lived, m**dered with multiple gunshots. They are guessing he was in serious d*ug debt and had come to rob his brother. I told my buddy I was sorry, he said "don't be".
Surfing a fairly secluded reef-break, offshore across a channel. This place is in a very southern state of Australia.
Overcast weather, but a still, amazing day for the waves. I was surfing with only one other guy - we were trading waves and getting to know each other in between sets.
I asked what he did for a living and he was a marine biologist. We’d both recently moved to the area and were new to surfing it as well.
Despite it being extremely good surf, after 40 mins he says, “I don’t like this, something feels off, I feel like I’m being watched, like I’m bait”.
I didn’t want to leave as it was excellent surf, but this guy was a marine biologist so I took his instinct as a sign to play it safe. We paddled back across the deep channel together as quickly as we could without panicking and walked the 15 mins trek back to the carpark talking s**t the whole way. I got his mobile number for future surfs together given how small-town it is here and not knowing anyone.
We noticed a 15ft inflatable boat pull up near the reef and hang around for a bit without much thought. Later that night while looking at my social media, I read about three fisherman at the same location we were at that morning, at the same time - in their boat; as they pulled up to check their cray pots on the beach side of the reef, they were circled twice by a great white shark that was as big as their boat.
That guy most likely saved me from a horrible experience that day, I messaged him with the link to the Facebook page with the comments regarding their experience. Chills ran through my body for a good twenty mins. He was adamant he felt the presence of something and he was right.
Years ago, before cell phones, I was driving home from dropping my husband at the train at 4:30am. Only me and one other car on the road. He started turning where I turned twice so I didn't go home, I went to an all night gas station and called the police. I gave them a description of his car. 3 weeks later, he was arrested. Turns out he was following women home and driving past their house and doubling back to r*pe them. No one had noticed his car. I'm glad I paid attention.
When we were in our teens, my sister and I were walking our dog in our local forest area very close to our childhood home. We were about to leave and had just clipped our dog back up, when a lady appeared out of nowhere and started chatting to us. She was…odd.
She told us her dog would love some socialisation with our dog and could we go back with her for five minutes. What I hadn’t clocked, but my sister had, was that her dog was nowhere to be seen. The lady was almost rounding us up to head back towards the forest when (little did I know) my sister had spotted a van out of the corner of her eye. I was still oblivious at this point.
Suddenly, my sister screams ‘DAD!!’ and to our luck, my dad had finished work and was now out on a run. He starts waving and running towards us and as we turn back around the lady had vanished.
My sister looks back over at the van and sees the lady closing the passenger door and it speeding off. Dog still nowhere to be seen. I believe we were minutes away from abduction. It was divine intervention that my dad happened to be at the right place at the right time!
I was 12 at the time, and my favorite thing in the world was spending the night at my grandma's house. We lived in the sticks at the time, and my grandma lived closer to the nearest town. Thursday night was grandma's night.
I felt something off one Thursday night and asked my mom if I could just stay home with my mom and dad. They reluctantly agreed. I went home, watched some TV, and went to bed. My bedroom was on the adjoining wall to the living room.
I wasn't really asleep but I heard my mom keep saying my dad's name over and over again, with a hint of panic. I sneak out to the living room, and my dad is on the couch with his head tilted back, snoring, really loud. Which wasn't uncommon but my mom was beside him shaking him and telling him to wake up. She yelled at me to go back to bed.
I didn't obviously. I snuck to their bedroom to call 911. I told the dispatcher that my dad was asleep and my mom was trying to wake him up but she couldn't. Eventually the phonecall went to the living room and my mom talked to the dispatcher. They sent an ambulance, to the middle of nowhere. My dad had taken a bottle of diazepam to try to commit s**cide.
I remember sitting on the floor and holding his hand and repeating over and over that I loved him. The ambulance came, and took him to the hospital. Lights and sirens the whole way. We didn't know what happened during that time but we found out a day or so later and that is when our world changed.
I am very sure if I did not call 911 that night that my dad would have succeeded and it would have probably have drove my mom over the edge as well. And I have no idea why I didn't want to stay the night at my nanny's. I just had that feeling that I needed to go home.
Years ago I was at a club with some friends. I was at the bar and for some reason looked down at the other end of the bar and saw 2 guys quietly arguing. They tried to keep from being overheard but I saw their agitated face. I went to back to my group of friends and told them we should go. This was a popular club and it took us forever to get in so they didn’t want to leave.
I don’t know what came over me but I picked up my friend’s girlfriend (she was barely 5’ tall) and started walking to the door. She was kicking the entire time and the rest of the party followed me outside telling me to put her down.
When we got outside, we heard the distant “pop pop” and people screaming. We looked at each other for a second then ran for our cars. I forgot to put her down and was still carrying her over my shoulders.
Update: Dang, I didn’t think this would blow up. It was the early 1990s and we were at a club in Miami. If I recall correctly from the local news, it was a d**g deal that went bad between 2 groups. No one was k*lled but they wounded each other and a couple of innocent people.
LOL, I’m still not carrying her today, the legend are false. Those two eventually got married and they mentioned me in their speech, something about the other groomsmen holding me back so that I don’t get the urge to carry her across the doorway.
My little brother and I were tossing a baseball around near dusk at the bottom of our property, 30 wooded mountain acres WAY in the middle of nowhere. It had gotten dark enough that we were *just* about to call it quits when we heard the single most horrifying scream we've ever heard coming from the trees just beyond the edge of the clearing.
Imagine a woman screaming in mortal agony, writhing in the most wretched torment imaginable, every tortured scream from horror movies, war movies, anything you've ever heard; nothing compared to this. Even now, decades removed from hearing it, the hair on my arms and neck stands up just thinking of it, and it's made even worse by the realization of *what it actually was*:
A mountain lion. Full-grown female mountain lions scream loudly when they're in heat, and it sounds like a human woman being torn to pieces by the devil himself. To hear that, two kids alone in the dark, in the middle of nowhere, was about as terrifying as it gets. I grabbed his arm and ran-scrambled-fear-levitated up the hill faster than ever before or since. It's been 25 years, and I still haven't fully un-puckered...
In college I was studying at my school’s business school building, waiting to meet a friend and I had a sudden sense of dread. I texted my friend that I would just meet her at her dorm later instead of meeting at the business school, and I left to walk to a nearby library instead. When I got to the library about 20 minutes later, I checked my phone and I had nearly 20 missed calls and texts from my friends who knew I was at the business building. Literally seconds after I left, a student entered the building and stabbed multiple people, k*lling one professor and injuring several students. It happened in the room I had just been in.
Picture it, 1994. I was 18 and waitressing in a sports bar. A comedy club was upstairs. One night a comedian kept visiting between sets. He was funny and charming, and he seemed quite smitten with me. He asked me out to late night breakfast. If you’ve ever been in hospitality, you know we go out and eat at 3:00am. I changed after my shift and waited a few minutes for him. I realized I really didn’t know this person, and I should not let him in my car. I decided to be smart and GTFO. A few years later I was absentmindedly flipping through a People magazine at a friend’s house. That is when I saw my comedian date, Vince Champ, had been arrested as a serial r*pist. His favorite target was young college girls and they finally caught him after putting the puzzle together between victims and his campus circuit. Holy s**t I dodged a bullet!! I think he may still be in jail; he was that terrible.
Sounds like a great guy: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vince_Champ (yes I'm being sarcastic, he's obviously NOT a nice guy)
I was freshly married in my early 20's, living in Fallbrook California. My husband (ex) was a marine and was at work and I was driving home from visiting family further south. In order to get into Fallbrook you have to travel along this long dark and windy street called Mission road. It's already a super dark night, about 11 pm, and it's a little foggy as well. I'm slowing down and coming around this slight bend in the road and all of a sudden the hair goes up on my neck, and I feel incredibly anxious. About 5 seconds later, a young woman jumps out of the brush directly ahead of me (maybe 50 feet away) on the left-hand side of the road, while waving her arms in the air and gesturing frantically for me to pull over. I swerved a bit to the right, slowing down even further - but I did not stop. She was young, maybe early 20's or even late teens, and a little dirty, and I was immediately conflicted over continuing to drive. But something told me not to stop under any circumstances. I got further up the road, slowed a little more, and dialed 911 with one shaky hand. The dispatcher said she'd send someone to check, but encouraged me not to feel badly. Apparently there had already been calls about this girl over the last hour, and they were unable to find her when police followed up. I heard a few weeks later about some car-jacking/robbery attempts in the area. Very relieved I listened to my instincts that night.
I was at the state fair with my mom and my best friend. Friend and I were looking at the rides and the games. This creepy guy and his blonde girlfriend kept babbling at us about taking head shots and that he was a modeling agent. He just seemed off and really sleazy and the girl was giving me the creeps so I pretended that I saw my mom telling us to come and grabbed my friend and dragged her off.
She was close to 5'8 and not a small girl at 13 yrs old, I was 4'9 and around 65 lbs at 14 yrs old. A few days later, there's a news story and rumors going around the school about two girls being kidnapped, assaulted and m*rdered. They were taken from the fair the same day we were there, just a few hours later. The creepy couple were Gerald and Charlene Gallegos, serial k*llers.
This happened to my cousin. She was driving her car with her toddler in the back and approaching a corner. Suddenly her little girl starts yelling ‘Mummy slow down!’ Just over and over, really upset. My cousin wasn’t speeding but she slowed down to placate her daughter and as she went around the corner there was someone passing a car coming towards her on the other side, on her side of the road, narrowly missing her car. If she hadn’t slowed down they would have been involved in a head-on collision.
And one from my SIL - She was driving home and thinking about something else and suddenly realised she’d taken a wrong turn. Couldn’t explain why. She saw a dairy (NZ style convenience store) and thought she might as well grab a snack or a drink so she stopped. Next minute this little kid, maybe 3 or 4 went bolting past her out towards the road and my SIL (who claims to never be one to act boldly in a situation) ran out after him and grabbed him just as he was about to run onto the road. As she pulled him back towards her she felt a rush of air as a truck sped past, only just missing this kid.
Little kids can move with the speed of light. One moment they are next to you, then you look down to collect the change or look at the cashier to wish them a good day, and you look down and toddler is gone. WOoosh. Before you pinpoiny their location they are 3 meters away. Before you have rounded your cart they are outside, and you need to wait for the sliding doors to open again.
A friend called me and said “theres a wild fire 8 miles away! Can u help me move my horses?” So, i drove down. She was wrong, its 8 miles by car. Under 2 as the crow flies. We got the first set of horses out and down to another farm. The 2nd set, im working on and suddenly, things get quiet. Its as if the world stopped for a minute.
I look at the horse and the horse looks like its ready to run. I take a deep breath and suddenly, the noise comes back, the wind is hot af. And the light changes. I told sherry (the girl im helping) “we gotta go now! No time to shove the horses in to the trailer, they are smart enuff to survive” and i let em loose.
We run to the truck, and the barn is already on fire. Then, we get in the truck and notice the fire passed us and is blocking the road. So, we jump out and ran to a small pond for the horses. And we dive in. Hoping the fire doesnt burn us. It was about 20 min of hell. (It might have been longer, idk. It was insanely scary, hot n loud)
We got rescued by the fire department’s water dropping helicopter. It landed in the field and pulled us in. We got lucky.
The truck was burned to the frame. And the horse sherry let go died. The one i let go survived but was burned. Thats most likely the scariest moment.
Sitting in my friends’ backyard with their two kids, my husband,and another friend, enjoying pizza that my host made. It was a beautiful, clear day with no real wind. We’re having a great time, just out of the pool and hungry for pizza, when I suddenly felt on edge. I looked straight at the kids (about 8 and 10 or so years old) and just said “get in the house.” We all scramble and a second later we heard creaking, and maybe 5 seconds after it started, this big branch fell off of their pine tree onto the table where we were sitting. Thankfully no one was hurt besides having to pick pine needles out of our pizza. I can only assume that I subconsciously heard the branch starting to give.
I bartend and years ago I kicked this guy out because he was acting very strange, muttering under his breath that he would k*ll my other customers, just really hostile. He had missing fingers on one hand and he was kind of a bigger guy. After bar close I was almost finished counting money, so like an hour after everyone left, and i was just about to leave and I had that gut feeling. I looked out the window and that guy was standing on the corner watching me in a ski mask. I know it was him because of the build. As soon as I grabbed my phone he took off but the cops know who he is. Now he has a vendetta out against me and he’s well known around town. He’s f****n nuts.
Wednesday midday run along a beautiful river pathway near my apartment block. About 1km in I felt people watching me and directly turned around and ran home (even though I did NOT see anybody!). Closed the two magnetic gates leading up to my door and didn’t see anybody around or follow me. About 10 minutes later two guys were at my front door trying to push it in. I was luckily on the other side of the door at that moment and pushed it back closed with all my forced and began screaming, I managed to security lock the front door and text my apartment block for help.
I was on the second floor, and they obviously watched which apartment I went into. Looking back at the apartments security cameras they were able to see the two guys pull apart the magnetic security gates, two of them! The block then quickly changed the gates to a mechanic lock that cannot be pulled apart.
I’m a teenage girl who worked at a restaurant/pizza shop. I was harassed by these two men one weekend who were totally wasted, so they were kicked. The following weekend they return, and they tried to sit next to me (at counter which is connected to Bar) but they couldn’t so they chose a table across from me and moved both their seats to look right at me, then would only order from my counter instead of our waitresses, were staring at me, making jokes about k*lling a girl, and kind of just freaking me out.
I ended up going to our upstairs employees only section to fold boxes (up there all alone down and hallway where nobody would hear me), I ended up feeling sick to my stomach as I heard someone walk up the stairs and whispering and I closed the door and turned my music off and texted me mom. The two followed me up there, then tried to go down the unlocked hallway but another waitress noticed them bothering me and caught them trying to come after me.
I just had a gut feeling as I heard them coming and she came down the hallway and told me to be quiet and hold our body weight against the door. We waited for them to leave as they stood there, waiting for me to come out before making some remarks about not knowing where I was then going back down. My dad came and picked me up early because I just felt so off. The following day I had to come in for another shift and as I was clocking out the TV’s started playing a true crime documentary on a girl with the same name as me who was kidnapped and assaulted by two men. My stomach dropped and shortly gave my notice after that. I realized I wasn’t going to be protected there and wouldn’t be surprised if they returned again.
When I was around 9 or 10 my mom took me with her on a business trip to a nearby city. This is before smartphones when you still had to Mapquest stuff. We were supposed to meet my mom’s friend/coworker at the mall for something. Since her friend had given her directions we didn’t bother going down to the hotel computer to print directions (I think there was maybe 1 there, this was around 2000-2001).
We got lost and ended up pulling into a small storage unit place to pull out a map. It was just two rectangular buildings, maybe a total of like 20 units. I don’t remember why, exactly, but I was really scared and kept crying and asking if we could just go back to the hotel. I assume she got fed up with her kid crying in the passenger seat and she couldn’t quite figure out where we were, so we went back to the hotel.
The next day they found the bodies of two teenagers in one of the units we pulled in front of.
You probably smelled death. I've smelled it a few times, and your brain KNEW that smell, even if it couldn't interpret it.
I was walking down the street in a very unfamiliar city with a group of friends. I got this feeling and didn't know how to articulate it so I said to the group "Hey, I've gotta use the restroom, can we just duck inside this Subway real quick? I promise I'll be quick". About a minute later there was a shootout just up the block. If we wouldn't have gone into the restaurant, we would've all been standing right in the middle of the incident waiting to cross the street.
Listen, I like Subway fine. But calling it a 'restaurant' is a stretch.
I usually tour by myself (split boarding which means the board you can ski up the hill with skins on the bottom, then you assemble it into a snowboard at the top) which isn’t recommended because you should have a buddy to dig you out if there is an avalanche.
Because of that I stick to terrain know well and absolutely won’t slide.
Headed up on a settled day but something just felt off. Snow was supposed to be stable at this point with recent weather but it just wasn’t acting like it should. Got passed by 2 other guys heading up and decided to turn around. Now that somebody was above me I felt like it could be triggered out of my control.
I was the last person to see these 2 guys before SAR recovered their bodies. Freak avalanche.
I was a high school teenager around 13 (I'm petite and look way younger, so looked at least 10/11). I was in my school uniform on my way to school and our local shopkeeper stops me. Starts talking to me as usual and asks me what my plans are for the day. I look down at my uniform and tell him I'm going to school. He asks me if there's anything interesting happening and I responded with "as a matter of fact, we have a mini trip for my Geography class". So he offers me a few snacks which I declined. Now, the reason I declined it was, because he was speaking to me from the back door of the shop and asked me to come to the back store room to collect the free snacks. I started feeling really strange and declined and said I have to go, I'm getting late. He then asked me for my number and I got freaked out and said I don't have a phone and ran. I remember him shouting something at me, but I was too scared to hear him out. When I got back from school, I told my parents about it and my father went storming to the shop to confront. Well the coward of a man hid while the owner of the shop apologised.
It made me wonder, if I was a naive teenager who actually walked in for the free snacks, thinking he was being friendly, what would this grown man have done to me? Keep in mind, he looked like he was in his early 30s and I was 13 in my school uniform, looking like a 10 year old.
I've had a few close calls as a young girl, but this one stood out the most to me.
Years ago when I was still living at home with the parents I drove home around 2 am. As I parked my car I noticed a man walking down the street….I decided to wait until he passed my car and was far enough for me to get out, however, instead he passed my car and hid behind the van that was directly parked behind me. I guess he did not think I was paying attention to him. So I called my dad who was asleep to come down and get me. He did and when the guy saw my dad he immediately ran away. I was lucky.
I was in Taco Bell with my daughter and I saw a guy come in and back out with a T-shirt over his hand.
I told her to dump her tray and get moving. We went out to the car quickly and left. Found out later on the news that the guy robbed the place with the gun hiding under his T-shirt.
I missed the Westminster Bridge attack by minutes. I was supposed to go meet my husband after a scan at St. Thomas's so. i would have had to cross the bridge to get the tube around to meet him.
I was heavily pregnant, slow and.. Something didn't feel right so I decided instead to walk to Waterloo East and go home. I was walking towards the station when it happened.
I was visiting my brother in London with my housemate (a Londoner) and we were in the Soho area. Brother and friend were debating whether to get the bus or tube, she "won". That meant we left early enough to just miss the Soho end of it. Later found out we started our night out at a time that meant we just missed the first bomb in Brixton too.
Standing outside my friend’s house watering their garden while they were away on vacation. — not even 30 seconds after i shut the door & locked it about 6 men started pounding on the door,, reaching in the mail slot trying to unlock said door,, telling me to come out + calling me cutie & other degrading pet names.
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We will never know the stories of the people that ignored their inner voice.
I ignored it several times. So far, nothing that killed me happened.
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I was 11 and walking to our local Becker's (a convenience store) when a car pulled up beside me; in the car were a young couple, both blonde. The woman leaned out and asked me for directions and suggested I come over and show her where they were on the map. We'd been taught to never, ever talk to strangers and it all felt wrong so I backed off and ran into the store. The owner knew every kid in the neighborhood and he let me hide behind the counter while he went outside to see if they were still there, but they were gone. It was a long time ago and I can't be positive but when the news of their crimes came out I realized they definitely looked liked Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka, the Scarborough rapist and his wife who eventually tortured and murdered three girls (including her sister) in the area around that time. Do NOT look these people up, their crimes are horrific.
We all have such a good subconscious understanding of what's "normal" or "safe" that if you fell "something ain't right" you're probably right. Two guys were walking behind me out of a grocery store. They weren't doing or saying anything - just walking briskly - but there was an energy or vibe in the air that something was about to go down between them and I wanted no part of it. I hustled back to my car as quickly as possible and sure enough, as I put the car into gear they started beating the heck out of each other. (apparently something had already happened between them in the store as security guards came rushing out and I saw flashing lights coming in before I'd left the parking lot)
We will never know the stories of the people that ignored their inner voice.
I ignored it several times. So far, nothing that killed me happened.
Load More Replies... I was 11 and walking to our local Becker's (a convenience store) when a car pulled up beside me; in the car were a young couple, both blonde. The woman leaned out and asked me for directions and suggested I come over and show her where they were on the map. We'd been taught to never, ever talk to strangers and it all felt wrong so I backed off and ran into the store. The owner knew every kid in the neighborhood and he let me hide behind the counter while he went outside to see if they were still there, but they were gone. It was a long time ago and I can't be positive but when the news of their crimes came out I realized they definitely looked liked Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka, the Scarborough rapist and his wife who eventually tortured and murdered three girls (including her sister) in the area around that time. Do NOT look these people up, their crimes are horrific.
We all have such a good subconscious understanding of what's "normal" or "safe" that if you fell "something ain't right" you're probably right. Two guys were walking behind me out of a grocery store. They weren't doing or saying anything - just walking briskly - but there was an energy or vibe in the air that something was about to go down between them and I wanted no part of it. I hustled back to my car as quickly as possible and sure enough, as I put the car into gear they started beating the heck out of each other. (apparently something had already happened between them in the store as security guards came rushing out and I saw flashing lights coming in before I'd left the parking lot)
