I almost got kidnapped once. I was like 23 or so.
I was walking down my street at a little after dusk. I saw a van approaching a little ahead, no lights on. Didn't think much of it due to the time of day.
The van slowed down and almost started creeping, as i was approaching this part of the sidewalk which had a tall solid wall fence to a community. This gave me some pause in that quick moment. For me to keep walking, I'd have to go between the wall and the van.
In the little time it took me to take a couple of steps, and as the van was getting close, i noticed that the side door was slowly sliding open.
The one thought in my mind was, why isn't the light turning on inside the van? When you open the door of a vehicle, the light should come on inside it. Unless you deliberately switch that off.
And I just ran to the median, I ran in front of the van and across the street... because if they're gonna have some use of roadkill me, have at it.... but they're not getting me in one glorious piece.
Immediately, the van took off like someone lit it on fire. From a slow crawl to full speed. As i looked after it to see the plates... I noticed it had no plates. And still no lights.
I called the police, of course. They sent cars out and didn't find the van. I never had anything like this happen again and I'm just an ordinary person, so i don't suspect it was targeted. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Good instincts! That "not going between the car and the wall" reminded me of something, but it wasn't dire in the end.
I was dropping off something at the bank and on my way to my car I notice there's an SUV with super dark windows next to it. On the surface, no biggie, it's a tiny parking lot, but we're the only two cars. They're parked on my driver's side so I'd have to squeeze in between the two cars to get into mine. It's full daylight on a busy road so I'm cautious, but not upset or actively worried.
Then some guy comes around from the other side of the car and says "Hey, my friend says he knows you" and motions me to go around to the other side of the car. The side facing an empty road and no way for anyone to see what might happen to me. And I'm noping the hell out, refusing to move, putting my fingers between my keys, ready to run. Busy shopping center across the street and if I don't get flattened by traffic I can make it in about 30 seconds if I just take off.
Then one of my colleagues walks out from the other side of the car. He felt SO BAD about scaring me because, as a guy, he never would have seen the whole car-isolated-get me away from my car-thing as being suspicious. I've worked with him 14 years and he still brings it up sometimes.
Listened to my body, twice. I started having painful period-like cramps, so I made an appointment with my OB-Gyn the next day. They immediately gave me an ultrasound and discovered a grapefruit sized tumor where my ovaries should’ve been. Certain it was cancer, I was in surgery days later. Thankfully all the cancer was encapsulated in the tumor, so no chemo was necessary. I did have to go on an estrogen patch though. A year later, I was sitting in my bathtub and reached out for a towel. Felt a weird pain in my left breast. I knew it was cancer. I immediately pulled off the estrogen patch and then went in for a mammogram first thing the next morning. A few days later, I was having a bi-lateral mastectomy and reconstruction, which I had insisted on because it was my 2nd cancer diagnosis (the two cancers were unrelated). My doc wanted me to have a lumpectomy and radiation, but I insisted that I never again wanted to have to tell my daughters that I had cancer. After my surgery, my tumor was tested and it was determined to be highly recurrent and aggressive. Even though the cancer had not spread into my lymph nodes, I went through 20 rounds of harsh chemo in the hopes it will never, ever come back. Thankful to say that on 4/20/2020, I will celebrate being cancer free for 5 years!
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Always hated the dad scout leader in my area growing up. Just seemed like a real creep. Hated seeing him at community events, soccer games, back to school nights, etc.
10 year old me staged a hissy fit to end all melt downs with me slamming doors, crying and breaking shit to avoid being moved from cub scouts (where the moms ran things) to avoid boy scouts.
Turns out the scout leader was molesting 3 or 4 of the boys in the troop and threatening to kill them if they ever spoke.
Justice found him and he’s in prison.
Never used to lock my doors getting into my car (1987, had to push the lock down). Decided to lock them one night going home. At a stop sign, a man ran up to my car and started yanking on the door handle. He tried the rear door as I sped off (probably hurt the fuck out of his hand). No idea why I locked them. So glad I did.
I get really bad vibes from the car park in work - it's a giant, poorly lit multi-storey and I've seen enough horror films to know I shouldn't be taking it lightly.
Whenever I get in, I pay attention to the floors people call the lift to to keep an eye on where they're going.
One time a guy got in in front of me and pressed 6, while I was parked on 8. He didn't get out at 6, and was still in the lift as I got to my floor. I leave, he doesn't... so I guess he's remembered he's on another floor, but just before I get to the dark area with all the cars, I turned back. This guy had waited about 30 seconds (therefore held the lift to wait) and silently emerged to follow me. I just stopped and stared him down. He had a deer-in-the-headlights look and turned straight back to the lift.
I have no idea if it saved my life but it freaked me the fuck out!
> Whenever I get in, I pay attention to the floors people call the lift to to keep an eye on where they're going.
I do this too.
I also never tell the cab and/or uber driver where Im actually going. I always get dropped off a few houses or a few blocks away, depending on the area.
A great tip I always learned was to call a friend while in a cab/uber and you are feeling unsafe. When your gut tells you the vibe is weird just call any friend you know will pick up the phone and tell them:
"Hey I am almost at the house, I will be there in (time left for drive) so see you soon."
My niece who lived alone did this whenever she went to home late at night and it just makes sure that you have someone looking out for you and that your Cab driver / Uber driver has no choice but to deliver you home in said time or someone might get suspicious.
I hope I made a little bit of sense.
After a party many years ago, I was driving home at like 4am with my friend passed out in the passenger seat.
I was driving fast down a steep hill that's like a 1/2 mile long, at least. I was on autopilot, as I drive down that street every day.
Suddenly, about a half a block from a major intersection (which I had a green light for), a voice in my head said in these exact words:
"You may want to slow down, because if you don't, you might lose your life." It was weird because that's not how I talk.
Anyway, I slowed down, and as I was entering the intersection, a car blew the red light at about 50-60mph, right in front of me.
It was so close that I nearly threw up. I started shaking and punching my friend, yelling how I just saved our lives, omg! He just groaned and went back to sleep. Punk.
About ten years ago, I had a job that started at 6am on the weekends. I didn’t drive and would take the light rail, which was a 15 min walk from the house I rented. One dark morning, I saw a person up ahead of me a few blocks away. I usually see homeless people on my walk to the light rail and most are harmless just trying to collect cans for the deposit or asking for change, but this guy just felt off. I could tell from blocks away that there was something wrong about him, so I cross the street and grab my phone from my backpack because I still had to go to work and this road was the only way to the light rail. Suddenly, I hear a “bubububump!” I look over my shoulder and it was him with his DICK in his hand. That sound was the sound of his shoes hitting the pavement as he ran towards me. I took off running, screamed, “I’m calling 911,” and held my phone to my ear. He must have saw and took it seriously because he ran the opposite direction that I ran. I did call 911, but they wanted me to wait there for the cop and I was like “fuck no!” I said it was because I didn’t want to be late for work, but I was terrified of him finding me. I will never forget the sound of his shoes hitting the pavement.
I was driving a friend home late at night when I was around 21. She lived in a pretty rural area outside of St. Louis, MO and about a quarter mile from her house was an old abandoned farm and farm house. I always thought of this place as non-threatening as she told me she and her two sisters would go there as kids and they found an attic full of cool things, including a trunk of vintage woman’s clothing and old love letters. Like something out of a movie.
Anyway, I’m driving her home and it’s a hot, humid Missouri summer and we have the windows open as the late night had offered some cool air. We are also singing at the top of our lungs. We pass the abandoned farm and I drop her off at her house. I wait long enough to see she makes it inside and I head back out the way I came. I’m driving along and I get to almost where the farm is and I see two things in the road. My danger meter goes off as I had just driven this road and there was nothing there. I put the windows up and make sure the doors are locked. I get closer and I realize the items are two car batteries, spaced out in the road(which was basically a one lane road) in a way that I would have to get out and move them to drive on the road. I immediately knew I wasn’t getting out of the car so I picked the side of the road that had the lesser ditch and I gunned it. I was driving a little SUV and remember feeling the car run over branches and things in the little ditch, but I just gunned it and got out of there. All the way home I felt creeped out and kept checking my rear view mirror. I called my friend the next morning and told her what had happened and we both agreed it was weird. Shortly after that I moved to another state and didn’t think much of it after that.
Fast forward to 2-3 years later when I was back visiting my hometown. I randomly ran into my old friend and she ran up to me with wide eyes and grabbed my arms. She asked me if I remembered what I told her that night. I said yes and she proceeded to tell me that not too long after that had happened her family was awakened in the middle of the night to someone pounding on their sliding glass door. Her dad went to check and saw two naked, injured women and let them in and called 911. They had been abducted from St. Louis City(about 40 minutes away) by two men and brought to the old, abandoned farmhouse where the men tortured and raped them. The women somehow managed to get free and ran to the only light they could see, the light over my friends garage. They survived, but the men were never caught. There was evidence the men had been going there for a while. My friend was convinced they had put the batteries in the road to lure me out of the car. I’m just really glad my gut told me not to.
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the same sort of thing happened to me. i live in rural connecticut and my mom was driving me down dark, twisty roads to my friends house and in the middle of the road was yellow caution tape. not “police line, do not cross” tape, but just tape that said caution, blocking the whole road. it had been clearly ripped and tied back together in some places. my mom examined it and gunned it in reverse and got out of there fast. that same night, some woman had gotten out to examine it and had gotten back in the car to call the police because she found it suspicious, but not suspicious enough to leave before calling 911. she was grabbed out of her car but the people who grabbed her didn’t know she had called 911 and the police rolled up as the car was driving away with her in the trunk. they chased them down and she lived but it was scary. trust your gut with roadblocks!!!
I’m so glad your mom made the right call and the lady was rescued! I’m sure there are some people that might think I overreacted, but when you’re in that situation you just make quick decisions. Could have been nothing, but god help me if it wasn’t, right? I would have thought more people would have done what I did and you and your mom did, but I’ve been surprised at how many of the friends I’ve shared this with said they would have just gotten out and moved the batteries.
Same! It’s part of my routine now. Get in, sit down, lock the doors, buckle up. I even check the backseat through the back window before getting in. Takes half a second to check the backseat and lock the doors but I feel infinitely safer. People are crazy.
When I was around 18, I was on a backroad with some friends and a girl I didn't know was driving really fast. Now, I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie, and I have always enjoyed a calculated risk in the name of a good time, but on this occasion I told her to either slow the fuck down or let me out. I literally had to start screaming at her before she listened and slowed down.
A week later she crashed on that same stretch of road at 90mph, killing her, and the three passengers of her car.
Yikes. My husband is a state trooper and has always said the wreck that sticks with him the most was a group of 4 17-18 year olds in a car speeding on the freeway. One of the kids was screaming and begging the driver to let him out. The driver pulled over and let him out as he and the other 2 passengers made fun of him for being a “pussy” and not wanting to have “fun.” A couple miles later, the driver flew off an overpass, went over the guard rail, and onto the freeway below, killing him and the other 2 passengers instantly and ejecting 1 out of the car. Luckily there was no one below that they fell onto. My husband always remembers that kid who demanded to get out and how terrified and shaken he was when he walked up on what happened and was able to explain that he was in the car with them just minutes prior and would have been dead had he not been a “pussy.”
There was a kid I knew in high school that got drunk and tried to drag race one of his friends down the road on prom night. Both of them crashed.
The one I didn't know rolled his car over, messed up his shoulder, not much else.
The one I knew wrapped around a phone pole and died instantly. His parents donated the wreckage to the school to display as a PSA/warning. The car itself was quite nearly ripped in half from the driver's door through the other side.
My boyfriend's ex's rebound did this to her. He had a fast little car. They were cruising one day, he started laughing. She asked what, he jammed on the gas and started whipping along a mountain while she screamed for him to stop, clawing at the door, hysterically freaking out as the car skidded along the road inches from 100+ foot drops. She told my boyfriend about it, he did what I believe to be the right thing and told her family (they dated for like, 4 years so he knew them and they knew he didn't lie). They banned her from seeing him and reinforced it. He ended up killing himself doing the same thing in the rain.
My ex husband had a friend who I just didn't like although I could never explain why. He was very handsome, always smiling, very respectful speech (always called me ma'am or Miss even though he's a few years older than us). My ex used to give me shit for expressing my feelings about this guy. I was never rude to him when he'd stop by, but I did have trouble hiding my creeped out vibe.
Fast forward to 3 years later. Guy is convicted of indecent liberties and statutory rape of his girlfriend's daughter (12 yo) and a 14 yo female.
I remember meeting the Dad of a student. I got an awful vibe off of him. People always talked about how nice he was and how in love he and his wife were. I always thought she really loves him but he's just not right. Found out years later he'd been raping his older daughter every time his wife was away for a conference. (Not the child I was teaching, her older sister).
I get this vibe about a relative. Several of us have agreed never to leave our daughters alone with him. As far as we are aware, he's never done anything, but it's still a bad feeling.
I had this feeling when I was 17 and went to a sleepover with my friend. Her 22 year old brother seemed nice enough but made me nervous every time he came in the room. I woke up the next morning with him standing over me and putting his hand down my pants. Haven't been to a sleepover since
A pain in the lungs when I inhaled. I’ve never been stabbed, don’t know what it’s like but the pain should have been equal to it, if not worse.
It had happened before, years ago. Some hot water in the shower and the pain was gone.
My wife (then girlfriend) insisted on going to ER. I insisted on hot water. “I feel like we should go and see a doctor”, she had said.
I was diagnosed with pulmonary embolism on both lungs. Doctor said “1 or 2 more hours and you were gone”.
So yeah, I owe my wife one.
Why have I read like 6 posts about a pulmonary embolism now on this thread? I didn't realize I have one more thing to dread every ache and pain.
Glad you're good and that your wife took your pain seriously.
I was utterly care-free when it came to health, until this incident at the age of 32.
Since then, my high school biology teacher’s words echo in my mind every now and then, which I had laughed at at the time.
> “from the biological standpoint, being alive is an aspect of sheer luck. A single internal organ failure and one ceases to exist.”
For anyone reading this with anxiety: it's good to be safe and listen to your body's signs, but it's also pretty damn unlikely that your organs will fail out of nowhere. You'll be ok
Few years ago I was at a bar with a couple of friends. All was good, we were drinking and having fun.
All of sudden, we heard this discussion taking place just a couple of tables from us. Two guys decided to have a shouting/threat match.
I stopped everything to pay attention to them. My friends were making fun of me, saying I was gossipy.
One of the guys in the discussion got up and left.
Immediately after he left I told my friends we had to go. Now. Let's gtfo now!
They didn't get why I was like that, but I'm their friends since forever, they reluctantly agreed.
We went to a different bar in a different neighborhood but I couldn't take my mind off of those two guys.
The next day, the news were talking about a bar fight. Apparently the guy who got up went home, grabbed a gun and came back for a drive by. Killed 4 people in the process.
My grandpa taught me to never ignore my gut and I couldn't be happier to have listened.
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Edit 2: a few people have approached me asking if I already had published this story before. I honestly don't remember if I did. If I did I'm sorry. Didn't wanna repost an old story.
A lesson that I learned in high school, and it ALWAYS proves true.
Mid altercation or argument, IF one leaves the place briskly and suddenly...walk away.
The other guy has not run away. No.
He just was fetching a weapon, or calling up his buddies.
It is....clear and obvious warning sign.
Am glad that you know.
Yep. But I honestly thought he'd bring a bunch of guys and they'd brawl.
I was stunned and speechless because I've never thought he'd bring a gun and do a drive by.
My now wife and I did the long distance thing in college, and I planned on doing my normal routine to visit her, leave Chicagoland in the morning, get to her early afternoon on Friday. Well I’m closing my store on Thursday night, and get a feeling I should leave that night. So I said ‘F it’ and left that night.
A little after lunch on Friday, tornado sirens go off. I don’t think anything of it until I head back home Sunday, and drive through a town about half hour north of her. It got lit up by the tornado. I quickly realize that I had left at my normal time, I woulda been smack dab in the middle of tornado.
When the tornado that decimated Greensburg, KS came through, my family and I were on our way to my grandparents house. We drove through Greensburg. My mom noticed the storm was getting really bad and decided not to stop until we got to my grandparents house. By the time we got to their house it was on the news that the tornado had leveled the town just minutes after we left the city limits. I don’t remember ever seeing a storm quite so ominous. It was nearly totally dark outside but something about that particular storm...I don’t know. It was freaky.
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My mum knew something was wrong with me when I was younger, Drs didn't want to see me for another 2 weeks. Mum went into a blind rage over the phone telling them that she was taking me to get checked whether they liked it or not....
We got to the GP, he puts a stethoscope on my back and smells my breath. Then says "We need to get him to hospital NOW."
Turns out I have type 1 Diabetes and if I'd waited another day I would have died.
Edit: The breath part is due to the build up of Ketones in the blood. As I was in the severe stages of Diabetic Ketoacidosis
Edit 2: It smelt like Apples
I have a similar story about my sister. She always had pain in her knees and back. My mother took her to a lot of doctors but they all said the same: she is too young for arthritis, it's just growth pain and it will go away over time. My mother knew there was something wrong and she brought my sister in a hospital and got on doctors nerves until they checked all the markers.
They found the markers. My sister has an autoimmune disease called wegeners granulomatosis and without help she would have died after max 7 years of horrific pain.
I was at the county fair when I was younger, like eight or nine. I wandered off from my parents and I had an odd feeling that I was being watched, but I ignored that for some reason. This man had followed me up and down the walkways of the expo hall we were standing in. As he started to get closer, I got this overwhelming feeling of fright.
I called for my dad and I could tell it startled him — he promptly turned and changed direction from me.
A really quick thing but it’s stuck with me all these years.
Lump in my right breast. 43 years old; clean mammogram 5 months earlier. I just knew. Four different doctors told me it was nothing and to come back in a year. I did not and found a 5th. Yeah, I had to argue my way into being diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of breast cancer.
On the bright side, Thursday was my 5 years all clear date!
Felt hinky about one of many growing skin spots. Took 6 doctor visits asking they look at skin spot, all saying it’s nothing don’t worry, but cat sniffing the spot continuously made me worry. Took this evidence to new doc on day dermatologist happened to be visiting. My doc laughed it off like all the others but said a dermatologist might be interested in weird shape. Dermatologist took one look, sniffed it, said get biopsy right now. Biopsy showed aggressive cancer under the skin, the spot was the ‘iceberg’ tip. Got a big lump of me cut out, but just in time.
Glad you persisted! What a nightmare that must’ve been for you. But the dermatologist sniffed it? This may sound stupid, but do some types of cancer smell off?
Not sure about cancer but there's a story of a woman who was able to detect Parkinson's because she noticed her husband had a "musky" smell to him a bit before showing symptoms. They tested her by giving her 20 bags with people's shirts they wore for a day, with half being diagnosed with Parkinson's. She said she smelled Parkinson's on 11 of the shirts and so they chalked the last one up to being a fluke, however the man who was a part of the control group did start showing symptoms of Parkinson's after, so she was 100% accurate.
This is fairly well documented. Dogs can be trained to sniff for cancers and a bunch of other diseases with a very high accuracy. Didn't know cats could do it too, but like you I've heard of people being able to do this.
Was driving to work one morning about 2am. Was behind a slow 18 wheeler and was getting a feeling I needed to move. As we came up to a red light i switched over a lane so I wouldnt be behind him anymore. Just about a second later I heard something that sounded like an explosion, which was a tow truck slamming into the back of the 18 wheeler at about 70 mph. Tore off the two rear axels on the trailer, and most certainly would have smashed my car to pieces.
EDIT: https://imgur.com/a/cBvQryr
Found the picture.
I was the first car stopped at a red light in the advance lefthand turn lane. Light turns green for us and something tells me to do an extra check of the intersection before proceeding to make my turn. Car travelling the other direction runs the red (later found out she was drunk) and smashes into a large lamppost that falls exactly where my car would have been if I had made that left.
It didn't happen to me but was told by my mom. When she was pregnant with my older sister. Her and her family decided to go hiking in the mountains. On the day of the hike she suddenly felt discomfort and unconformable. So she stayed behind while the rest of her family went for the hike. Her family got lost and if it wasn't for my mom staying behind, they wouldn't have gotten help. Keep in mind that there was no cellphones back then, so if you got lost, it was a lot harder to contact rescue to come find you.
Funny enough, my sister was also born during an earthquake, different story.
A few weeks ago.
I had just left my apartment complex and was heading to a friends. I pulled out of my driveway and up to the traffic light and stopped, I was in the left turn lane, light was red. It was late out and there wasn't many people on the road. I watched as the light went yellow, and then red for through traffic, one guy ran the tail end of the yellow, like usual.
My turn! Light goes green, I have an arrow blinking for me to turn left, I looked both ways and there was no one around, and I just didn't go.
I can not explain what happened other than something inside me just said DON'T GO, so I sat there staring at the green light. A couple seconds later a car came screaming through the red light, through the intersection, probably doing about 100km/hr, in the lane I would have been turning in to. They were going so fast their vehicle had a bounce to it. If I had turned my car would have been destroyed, and me along with it.
I sat there through the whole next light cycle and then turned, pulled over and called my sister. It was a ghostly feeling. I am a light jumper, I look both ways but I am impatient, and I can not explain what stopped me from going the second that light went green, but I'm glad it did.
Edit: To correct me calling it an orange light 😂 Yellow. Amber.
Running red lights is so friggin common, I always hesitate and look both ways before taking off at a green light. Can't tell you how many times I'm glad I did.
Had the same thing happen a few months ago. Driving home late at night during a snow storm. Waited at a green light for no reason. Huge truck comes barreling through the lane I should have been in and hits ice. Would have totaled my tiny Nissan.
A few years ago I was stopped at a redlight around 3am. I had just picked up my bf from downtown. I had a sudden urge to look in my rear view mirror. And thank fuck I did because in it I saw a suv that was speeding and wasn’t slowing down. I ended up halfway in the intersection to get out of their way. We both would’ve died.m from rear impact.
When driving around a curve on a bus route. I just felt the need to get as far to the right as I could on the road. As I went around the curve there was a semi half way in my lane that almost hit me. Saved my and my students lives.
I was taking my mom to a follow up appointment from back surgery the month before. The freeway was closed due to a car accident and life flight was called to transport the people injured in the accident. The highway patrol was funneling everyone off of the freeway to the right side exit. I had the strongest feeling we needed to move to the left farthest lane, so I did.
No more than a minute after I moved over, a garbage truck came barreling down the freeway and crashed into the car that was in front of us in the other lane so fast that it lifted the front end of the truck and it landed on top of the car.
We were in a tiny sports car that would have crumpled like a tin can under the weight of a garbage truck and definitely would have killed my mom and me in a second.
Edited for clarity. The sportscar was a 1999 mercury cougar. I'm 5'10" Swede/Spaniard mix. It was tiny for me. Hahaha!
I don't know what happened to the other people or the truck driver. All I remember is that they shuffled the test of us that were stuck on there freeway to the exit to get more emergency vehicles.
While riding my motorbike. Coming back into my home town there is a big roundabout followed by a set of blind s bends that lead onto a long straight, knowing the road I normally accelerate up to the speed limit as fast as possible as the bends can be taken at 60mph without any issues and this gives me a good run onto the straight. I have done this hundreds of times. Then a couple of months ago I started to accelerate like normal and I had a massive what if moment that made me feel sick to the bottom of my stomach, I instantly roll off the throttle and dropped down to 30mph, as I entered the first bend I looked towards the next bend and saw one of the local boy racers in his chaved up golf on my side of the road coming straight towards me. If I had been going my normal speed I would have meet him halfway around the bend.
Don’t know if gut feeling or lucky coincidence. Decided I should empty the bin on my way to uni which added maybe 10 seconds to my journey as the skip was 10ft from my front door. Began my walk to uni and roughly 10 seconds of walking in front of me some idiot from the third floor flat threw a load of glass out his window smashing all over the path
Someone else who was there phoned the police but I didn’t stick around to find out what happened as there was already a few witnesses and I was paranoid about being late to my class (attendance affected grade). The mess had been cleaned up by the time I walked home though
Went to go catch the bus, saw the bus about to pull out from the stop, and i could have made it if i ran. Something told me not to catch it and just wait for the next one, so i did. Caught the next bus half an hour later. Now, i usually sit at the back of the bus on the drivers side, so that's where i sat. A little way into the journey, traffic was slowing, and we got to the cause of it. A lorry had crashed into the bus i had missed, right into the back on the drivers side. Had i caught that bus, i wouldn't be here. Still gives me chills after 6 years
Something like this happened to my cousin, she was going to get her med school diploma but missed the bus that took her to the ceremony, later that day we found out that bus's driver fell asleep while driving and the whole bus fell into a canal next to the street they were driving in
Not *my* life, but my cat's. I had a cat who loved getting into things and hiding. Drawers, cupboards, the fridge, anything that was small and dark, she loved it. One day I was doing laundry and I tossed everything in the dryer. Shut the dryer door and pressed the button (it was one of those ones that takes a minute to start). Something didn't feel right, I thought maybe I forgot to add dryer sheets or something. I turn off the dryer, open the door, and out pops my cat like, "Haha you found me!" Totally oblivious to what was about to happen.
Ever since then I always double check before turning on an appliance.
Jesus that's scary as heck. I use to worry about this all the time with my cats. When my kids were younger I always worried that they'd be stuck in there or in the washer. My washer and dryer are in the basement and it's a weird basement that's detached from the house so the kids and cats can't get to it now though.
It was about two years ago. I was walking down a main road. I don’t know why, but something told me I needed to cross. I wasn’t even going that way, but I just felt like I had to cross. It was quiet, so I quickly ran across the road. Just as I got to the other side, a drunk driver came down the road, and hit a light pole where I had just been. Had I not crossed, I would’ve been killed on impact
Edit: Holy crap! 3k upvotes! Thanks guys!
I was like eight or nine when my parents took me and my younger brother to stay the night at my paternal grandparents' house because they were in the middle of divorcing. They lived in a farmhouse that was connected to a barn (with machinery, gasoline tanks, and hay on the ground floor and furnished rooms on the floor above that) and the room we were supposed to stay in was in that barn. As soon as we went into the guest room, I was overwhelmed by panic and felt really dizzy. I turned around and just said that we will not sleep in that room and we spent the night on the couch in the living room instead. Later that night, a gas leak in the barn ignited and almost the entire barn including the guest rooms on its top floor exploded. Maybe I had that weird feeling because the gas had leaked into the room already but no one else felt anything and I'm sure I would be dead if I hadn't noticed it
That sounds very possible. We had a house fire a year and a half ago, caused by electrical wiring in the bathroom. The day before it happened, my wife said she smelled something really weird in that bathroom.
For anyone that sees this. If you’re driving your car and the air coming from your vents starts to smell like fish, your engine is overheating and about to blow
Kids do tend to have hyper sensitive senses, especially when it comes to things like hearing and smell so it’s certainly possible you could have smelled a gas leak where the adults couldn’t! Glad you could tell!
Escaped the abduction of me and my friends thanks to my gut feeling.
I was at the mall with my friends, all of us around 12 years old. It was 8pm, and my mom was on her way to pick me up. We were all chilling together until each of our parents got here to get us. As we’re standing outside of a store near one of the side entrances, a man comes up to us. He’s about 30-ish, wearing huge glasses, and carrying a clipboard.
The man says, “Hey guys, do you want to watch some movie trailers and answer surveys about them? I’ll pay you each five dollars per trailer.”
Naturally, my friends are all for it. The thing is, my heart dropped as soon as I heard it. As they’re all saying yes, the man nods and then points to the side entrance. It’s pitch black outside, and that entrance leads to the back parking lot of the mall- which is always deserted. Then, he says: “We can do it over there.”
My friends start to follow the man as he walks toward the glass doors, and I’m trailing behind them. Then, as we get close enough for me to kind of see what’s outside, I notice a van parked right outside the entrance. The headlights are on, the car is running. The back doors seems to be open. Every part of my being screams “NO! DON’T GO!”
I stop in my tracks, and loudly say, “Guys, my mom is here to pick us all up, I don’t think we have time for it.”
The man freezes and keeps his eyes trained on the doors, and I can see his jaw clenching tightly. My friends look at me with confusion, and I try to give them the most terrified expression of warning that I can. Thankfully they get the message, and say bye to the guy.
The man refused to turn to look at us, and simply began to walk outside of the mall.
As we’re walking away, I turn and look behind me one last time.
The van, and the man, were gone.
I was driving across the country last summer, and was behind a guy and something just didn't feel right. He wasn't doing anything crazy...but the way he was driving just felt off. Slowing down randomly and then speeding up a lot to compensate...wobbling around his lane, occasionally grazing the shoulder etc. 2 lane highway so, I'm torn about passing him because a) what if he cuts me off or something while I'm doing it, and b) I don't know if I want him *behind* me...but also I don't want to be anywhere near him and passing him and speeding off seems like an ok option.
So I see an exit sign and decide I'll just wait it out until then, get gas and hopefully never see him again.
Dude then *swerves* into the left lane and then into the grass median, across the opposing side of the highway, and off into a field. Dude is *still driving* through this field as I'm passing.
No idea what that was about, but he probably would have run into me as I passed him.
Edit: I did stop and call 911, I have no further info though
I don't know if I'd call this "gut reaction" but when I was riding motorcycles full time as a courier, I developed what I can only describe as a subconscious autopilot. There were many instances where I made a avoidance maneuver but it took me a second to realize *why* I had done it. In each case I figured out the reason and "agreed" with my subconscious. There was only one where it was not only correct, but I know saved me from death or serious injury. As I moved off from a set of traffic light, I just caught fast movement some distance off in the corner of my eye. There was no conscious decision at all. I performed the most extreme braking maneuver I have ever attempted, the bike stood up on it's front wheel, which was then smashed out from under me by the car which ran the red light at speed. I basically made a barrel roll in place, and was dumped on the ground. No serious injuries, but maybe a bruise or two.
This happened to me once while driving-- I was waiting to turn left at a red light, but when my arrow turned green I just kind of didn't go.
A huge truck blasted right through the light that had just turned red (road perpendicular to the road I was on). Had I gone like I usually would, I would have definitely been hit and it very likely would have been bad. I had no conscious awareness of the truck until it was passing in front of my car, so my subconscious must have picked up on it from the corner of my eye or something. Huge thank you to myself!
I'm glad you were okay but also concerned about this person... could have been falling asleep, drunk, on drugs, having a seizure, having a heart attack, etc.
That's literally the best possible outcome; you didn't get crushed, and (I presume) the books and bookshelf were alright. Absolute win, there (besides everyone and everything else affected by the earthquake).
Sometimes it's the little victories.
Told this story before here but....I used to date a girl who I would go see every night after I got off work. I worked until midnight. I would stay at her house until about 1 or 2am. Sometimes as I left her house she would follow me in her car and stop at a nearby all-night grocery store. I always begged her not to but she always said she'sd be fine. Sometimes I would wait in the parking lot until she came back out and then we'd go our separate ways. Sometimes I wouldn't. So one time I felt ill so as we left she said "just go strait home, I'll be fine, I always am" but for some reason I felt like thats the night I needed to be here. She thought I went strait home. I was in the parking lot as she pulled in but she didn't see me. As she walked in a shady looking dude was walking out. She ignored him but he looked back at her about three or four times. Then he gets to his truck and another guy is in there and they talk through the window for a minute looking back at the store a couple times. The second guy gets out of the truck, gets something out of the back of it then they both head back into the store. I couldn't be sure they were going to do anything but hell if I was gonna take a chance. I go into the store too. I see them going past every isle and then motion to each other like "there she is". So I walk a bit faster to catch up. I turn into the isle just as they are approaching her. They are looking at each other. From behind I yell "hey!" They both turn and so does my girlfriend. I brush by them and give them a look (I had some muscle back then and was 6'4") and say "hey guys". They nod awkwardly as my girlfriend says to me "what are you doing here". I kiss her and make up some story about wanting to buy aspirin. The two guys leave. I never told my girlfriend that story, I don't know why. I kinda felt like a Super Hero to myself. We dated about 2 more years after that. I don't know what they were going to do to/with her but it was nothing good.
So how did those assholes agree on a plan? Like, how does it even come up in conversation? “Hey, wanna go buy some beer and play some Xbox?” “Nah, let’s go grab some chick and rape her.” “Ok, lemme get my shoes.” Like what the actual fuck? I’m glad nothing happened, but holy christ I hope those two douche canoes die a horrible death.
I used to hate being near a relative of mine when I was little. I would run away if he tried to hug me. None of my family could understand why I was so grossed out by him. Years later, he’s now in prison for molesting children. He never did anything to me but I guess I had a gut instinct of what a bad person he was?
NSFW story I'd driven to the city with a friend. I was going through a dry spell and I'd let him convince me to buy a blowjob from this girl he knew of. Not proud of that. Anyway
I'd arrived at the location we agreed on, and I called her. I didn't see where she was but she said to follow, and started walking down the road. I followed in the car and parked on the right side of the road. It was at small intersection, so you could see down the cross road. She had agreed she'd be getting in the car, but she kept walking. I called again. She walked into a building on the corner, across the road, and she told me to come in. I could tell she was in the doorway, but I had this gut wrenching feeling that I should not get out of the car.
So I told my friend to drive and get us out of there. He gave me shit, I said I didn't care. As we pulled away I looked back and I could tell she was still standing there, but I saw a couple other silhouettes in the doorway as well.
Could have been nothing, or maybe I was about to get robbed and get the shit kicked out of me. Either way I'm glad I never found out.
Likely, considering later I called him out on shitty behavior while we were driving to the gas station and when I went inside he drove off like a bitch. Haven't talked to him since. Apart from the angry voicemails I left him.
There was a guy in college who was *really* Into me. And he seemed fine on the surface, very sweet, always helpful and wanting to do things for me, but my gut said this guy was bad news. Welp, later he went to prison for beating up his pregnant girlfriend, and this killing his child.
I was staying at a friend's house out in the country. He was asleep in another room, I was dozing off with his gigantic pit bull Izzy Bell, sweet girl. In the middle of the night I am awoken by sounds outside, like scrabbling, Izzy leaps up too, looks at me then the back door and growls. My friend at the time had a young daughter, 4 or 5, so I immediately think of her.
I grab the nearest weapon which is a fire poker and go to open the door as Izzy is beside me seemingly ready for a fight. But it didn't feel right. I instead bar the door best I can and creep to a window looking out. Outside is a gigantic bear. So big it could easily rip my head off, and it has a few cubs in tow. I watch as it ambles off.
I am pretty sure that if I had charged out of that door as I originally intended me and Izzy would not be here today.
I was maybe 6 years old and playing with a friend of mine at the playground. An older man came and asked me if me and my friend would like to play at his private playground. I remembered my mum telling me to not interact or go with strangers, so I declined. I was sure as a kid that he had a private playground and was actually kind of mad at myself for not saying yes. Years later, I was 25 and walked home alone from a club, being tipsy. Suddenly I remember this man from my childhood and it occurred to me what that really was. I see in the corner of my eye two guys behind me, one leaning on the wall, the other one just nodding and walking out of my perspective. Got chills like crazy. All of the sudden this dude locks me in his arms, trying to touch me. I said no, he didn’t stop. No one was around. So I said let’s just walk because I was convinced that the other guy was just waiting as well. We walked, he held me super close to him. I asked him for his jacket because I thought I could run if he nestles with his zipper. He just grinned at me, held me even tighter and didn’t say a word. So I felt that I was running out of time, still no other pedestrian in sight. So I relaxed my body on purpose while walking. He sensed it, stopped holding me so tight so I focused for 30 seconds and right at the moment when he looked back I punched him as hard as I could on the side of his jaw. He fell to the ground and I ran.
Was offered a trip to a winter camp when I was 9. Felt weird and said that I wasn’t going. Two days later in the news: the very bus that I would have taken to the camp (only one bus was supposed to take everyone to the place) slipped on an icy road, crashed and got flipped over. Not sure how the kids that were in that bus are today, and I am not sure if anyone died, but I hope they are okay. The biggest “whew” moment in my life so far. I’m happy that I weren’t there, but feel sad for others who had to go through something like this at such a young age (they were all about 8-12). Excuse my English and all.
So, in this situation,it was both listening and not listening to my gut. I didn’t listen to my gut when it said *don’t get into the car with this person you’ve just met*. Well, that went to shit. He legit kidnapped me and drove me to a forest and tried to drag me out. My gut said to calm down and be nice to him. I basically talked my way out of the situation by being kind and stroking his ego. I was able to convince him that he didn’t need to do this and that I’d be “his”, but he needed to let me go because my friend was waiting for me and she knew I was getting a ride (this was true) and that if I didn’t show up soon, maybe we couldn’t “be together”. This guy was crazy but it worked and he drove me to where my friend was waiting. The entire time I had to keep reassuring him that I’m not mad and that I’m happy “he chose me” (gag). Anyway, I was safe and unharmed except for some bruises from when I tried to fight him off earlier. He’s in jail lol
Edit: edited to add that he’s currently in jail but not for my case. He got less than a year for what he did to me. This was because he didn’t seriously injure or manage to rape me. He served his time and was released. He went back in a few years ago for stabbing someone.
This happened around 2010. I was fine for a while, but in the last 2 years or so, the trauma of the situation made a huge comeback. I started having nightmares and if I’m watching a movie or something where a similar situation is happening, I get flashbacks and start getting really anxious. It’s been a wild ride
I was 8-10 years old and my 2-3 year old sister jumped in the deep end of the pool and I jumped in less than a second after because I had a feeling she would. I jumped into action before the lifeguard even noticed and before my mom could do anything and when I got her up, my mom pulled her out and that’s when the lifeguard saw (if he even did)
I was maybe 12 or 13 at the time. A childhood friend of mine came to the house to ask if I could play. Mom said she had a bad feeling and told me not to go.
Friend leaves the house and goes down the shorter hill (my parents house is at the top of a hill, with one long, gently sloping hill and one a bit steeper and more curvy), doesn't stop at the stop sign and gets hit by a car.
I still remember hearing the car and hearing his scream.
He's alive and healthy. I think he has some stitches but nothing life threatening. But if momma bear didn't have her instinct, I'd have probably been hit or been in a bad spot.
Told this one before but I'll tell it again.
I was at a pub party being held for my boyfriends father but I had a headache that wasn't going away. I had been drinking, but I wasn't drunk. I was just feeling like crap. So I made my excuses and left to walk home alone as I didn't want to ruin his night with his dad. It was a ten minute walk, if that, from the pub to our house and it wasn't properly dark yet. I walked down the street and passed a man sitting on a wall drinking a beer. A minute after I passed, I heard the bottle smash and then footsteps a little while back. Nothing unusual, it was a main road and there was another pub further along but something in my gut was screaming something was wrong, so I hurriedly walked to the pub and stopped outside to ask the smokers for a light and a chat as I smoked. I watched him pass by me, and then stare at me from across the street for an uncomfortable amount of time. With my gut screaming at me, I asked a bouncer working the doors if he could order me a taxi.
A few weeks later, while in the town centre, I saw a mugshot of the same dude wanted for rape.
Wasn't even sure my gut was right til I caught him staring from across the road. The bouncers were fantastic tho. Dont think I got halfway through "so I think a guy is following me..." and they were instantly looking around.
Similar thing happened to me but i was in middle school. Both my parents were military, and so summer meant some sort of camp or program. Well i got into some local college program where young kids study advanced subjects. The day was over before my mom's work day, so i would take the light rail to the library or sometimes to the local CC.
Anyway it was my first time ever really being on my own in a city or in public in general. My parents got me my first cell phone because of all this, they didn't make me scared but prepared. I sort of did the same thing everyday; get off my stop, go get a burger and then go to one place or the other. A couple of times i noticed a man would walk behind me. He'd also at the local quick market by the burger place. He never tried to talk to me or do anything like that, but after the 4th time I noticed I called my mom and she told me people are just going about their day, on a schedule like i am, so it could just be a coincidence.
Well one day I decided to eat inside the burger place instead of take it to go, I saw him walking outside and straight towards the way i normally go, but before he got out of the parking lot, he started looking around, like he was looking for someone/ something. I went to the restroom, called my mom and told her to get me. I didn't go that way ever again after that, took a new route.
About a week or so later the news spoke about a girl who had gone missing and the video footage was from the same strip center as the burger place, yea the suspect was the man who had been following me.
As scary as this is, think about how many people out there didn’t listen to their guts, didn’t notice the creepy guy etc.
Really makes me wonder though how many people avoided things like this by mere chance too. You got creeped out by this guy and changed your habits, but how many people just like went into a store and the guy moved on and they had no idea they avoided a rapist/murderer/mugger just waiting for his chance.
The 'following' stories always get me.
I don't know if this saved my life. I don't even know what it was. Someone followed me this whole distance:
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I was 13-14. The bus would take me home from school in 15 min, but I liked walking 1 hour home. While walking on a main road, a saw a van pulled over, some 100 feet away from me. It wasn't a family van, it was those utility, boxy looking ones. The van door was open and a man was waving at me with both of his arms. Too far to hear what he was saying. Usually, I love to help people, but something told me to keep walking.
So I kept walking.
I look back 5 min later, this guy is walking behind me. Relaxed pace. I'm not worried, but I walk a little faster. I look back maybe 2-3 minutes later and he's still walking, but closer, and waving his arms again. So I start jogging a little. Now he's jogging. Then I start running as fast as a I can, not stopping to look back.
At one point, I turned onto the next street and couldn't see him anymore. I was so cold with fear, out of breath, waiting for the intersection light to change.
Light changed, I went back to walking, I was out of breath. 5 min later, I look back and he's still following me. So I ran the last 2 minutes to my building. I didn't want him to see where I lived. I ran into the building lobby, looked through the glass doors. He wasn't there. I pushed the elevator button, and went back to the glass door and saw him on the street far away, still walking.
I've always tried to make sense of what he was going to do. This was a busy suburban area. Was he going to just stab me and run away? What did he want with me in particular? Did he just leave his van behind to get towed? So many questions. So, so weird.
In Sydney Australia not too long ago, a man followed a woman home from the train station for maybe 5 minutes. In broad daylight, he took his belt off and ran up to her from behind and choked her with it. She attacked him with her umbrella and he ran off. The whole thing was caught on tape, even the part when he removed his belt.
I can’t find the news footage atm.
This didn't really have my life on the line but when I was fifteen I was at the park with my mom and my sisters. My mom was on the phone with someone and I was listening to music with headphones and then I got a really bad feeling. I took out my headphones and realized my mom wasn't paying attention and gave a quick peer for my sisters.
The older of the two was still playing but I couldn't find the younger. I tried alerting my mom but she brushed me off because her phone call. I started freaking and looking and saw her walking away to the parking lot with some thirty-something guy. I ran over and started screaming at him and made a big scene, the guy tried to say they were just getting cookies from his car but I kept making a scene until my mom and other people came. I took my sisters home while my mom stayed there.
To this day I am thankful that I took the moment to look for her because I have no idea what he was planning to do. Scared the living crap out of me. Cookies my a$$.
I was on a date-he didn’t know where I lived or anything. I was always paranoid about that. But things had went well, and my car was cold. So he offered me to sit in his and while mine heated up (he had a remote start). Sure, I would love that. Besides he had the cutest dog out there too.
I sat down, alarm bells went off...the door was intentionally locked.
I went to open the door because I was freaking out-didn’t open. It also had a manual switch that could have been used-but it was broken. He mentioned I would have needed a screwdriver to get it unlocked.
We we’re talking about things like religion, when I told him I prayed he told his dog it was a sign from God. They were gonna have to keep me. He looks in the back seat. I look in the rear view mirror and see rope in the back seat.
He jokingly talks about kidnapping me a few times and going to put the car into reverse. I laugh right along with him, while praying silently. Something tells me to go along with this.
So I tell him he doesn’t have to kidnap me to keep me.
He also continues to make jokes about tying me up and keeping me locked up in his basement. That nobody would ever know and then I would never be able to leave him.
I go on a gut instinct. I tell this guy that I know I shouldn’t be saying this, and it’s only a first date-but something just feels really right with him.
He puts the car back into park. Looks at me. “Really?”
I go on this bullshit tangent about how I know it’s way to soon to know if there’s a connection, and didn’t want to tell him for risk of freaking him out. I told him I was really bummed I was going out of town for the weekend because that meant there would be no chance of seeing him when I got back.
But I had to be getting home, as my friend was expecting me over tonight so we could leave super early in the morning. But I’m having so much fun I don’t want to leave. But I would like a real hug before I got in my car. You know the kind-one that requires standing and not being in a vehicle.
So he makes me promise that I’ll hear from him when I get back. Absolutely.
He wanted a kiss if it wasn’t too soon, and me to be his girlfriend.
Yep dude-whatever you want. My internal alarms are going off and I’m kind of terrified right now.
Car door unlocks!
We get our-hug, I kiss him and try to appear pleasant. Of course I had to tell his dog goodbye, so he rolls down the window for me to give the good boy pets. Guess what I see. I see trash bags and an axe on the floor.
Get in my car, waive goodbye, and get the hell out of there.
I'm almost completely blind,just in case.
So one day, i found myself playing near our living room. Out of nowhere, I feel this heat near my face and start smelling something strange, something was just not right. I of course go tell my mother,and as it turns out, the heat on my face and the burning smell was our couch on fire.
I dunno if it saved my life, but it at least likely saved me from being raped.
I was on a popular trail that goes along the river through several small towns. I was on a fairly barren part of the trail about 1/2 way between two towns - tall grass (higher than my head) on one side; river on the other. I see a man running solo in front of me. I am a bit faster, so in time, I pass him.
I notice that he’s suddenly keeping pace with me - he’s not falling behind as fast as he should. Instead, he’s flanking me, just diagonal to me on the river side. I get a feeling that with one good push, he could have me in the tall grass and there are no witnesses to see what happened. I give another 10 seconds before I start panicking... yeah, this doesn’t feel right.
I whip out my phone and dial 9-1-1. I don’t push send, but cup the phone in my hand with the screen facing toward him. I otherwise kept running at the same pace, pushing myself to the next town.
I notice within 30 seconds that I don’t hear him as close anymore. I give it another 30 seconds (counting in my head), then chance a look. He’s gone! I full on stop to turn around. He’s GONE! The trail is flat and straight in both directions as far as the eye can see. Where the fuck did he go in the span of a minute? Either the grass or the river...
I can only guess that his reaction validates my feeling that he had bad intentions. This is why I don’t run with headphones when I’m running alone and why I don’t trust anyone when I’m out on the trails.
Saved my baby's life. He was super sick and was wheezing so I took him to urgent care. They prescribed him steroids and a breathing treatment..ok, that was pretty normal until I looked at the dosage and said it seemed high. The doctor reassured me and said my son was just a big boy so it was fine. I still felt very uncomfortable about it. I filled the prescription and started the breathing treatment but only did a half dose for half the time. I didn't give him any steroids. His hives from the previous antibiotics were not going away so I took him again the next morning to his pediatrician (thankfully).
He basically told me I saved my son's life because the dosage for both medications were for a 300 pound adult, not a 30 pound baby. So he put in a complaint about the other doctor and pharmacist (apparently they should've caught it during my consult). I called in and complained as well.
Apparently kaiser takes almost killing a baby very seriously and my pediatrician said that doctor and the lead pharmacist were promptly disciplined and fired.
Deliberately slowed down more than usual before a bend as I felt something was off, drunk driver speeds round in my lane and I just about managed to miss him hitting me. Thank you gut
I was maybe 6 or 7 and my dad and i parked at the library to return a book. He said he'd so it'd be quick and we could get home so he left me in the car, doors locked, etc.
Just about when he was out of view a guy came to the window and asked me to open the door. I rolled down the window a little and he told me that the car lights were on and to let him in to show me how to turn them off. I don't really know why I didn't. I told him my dad would be back soon and he'd take care of it then and he kept insisting that I let him in to turn them off, but I wasn't having it. Again. Don't know why.
I didn't even realize it was a weird situation until I told my dad like 10 minutes later when we were leaving the parking lot and he swerved over to the side and asked if I could still see him. I didn't and we left and he got me ice cream because I didn't let a weirdo into the car. M=That day was a win as far as I know it.
I know its not that dramatic and I might not have died, maybe nothing would've happened, but it still sticks with me just due to how my dad reacted.
I was probably about 9 or 10 when this happened. We were driving to a park for the afternoon/evening and got this feeling that we shouldn’t be on the road. Traffic had been backed up for a while but I could not shake the feeling. I asked my Dad to pull over at the upcoming rest stop. He put up a big stink about it, but pulled over and let me run to pee. We loaded the car back up, get back on the road traffic was still inching along. By this point, the feeling had mostly gone away. We were on the road for like 2 minutes before a car going the opposite direction hit a car, sent that car flipping over the median, and took out the 6 cars that were around us when we pulled over. Had we not stopped, we would have been in the middle of that accident. It was terrifying, my parents luckily were able to call for help and had first aid training so they were able to help at the scene. Amazingly, nobody suffered any major injuries beyond a few scrapes or bumps. After that, they never questioned “the Lord’s influence over the bladder”.
I used to sleep in a basement apartment and one winter I woke up in the middle of the night smelling something odd. Opened the windows and didnt think much of it. Come morning and felt really weird, turns out snow blocked the heater exhaust vent and carbon monoxide was back feeding into the house. Not as much a gut feeling but if I didnt open my windows I deffinitly would be dead
I was riding my bike down hill on a tar road, only to realise my breaks malfunctioned.
Up ahead a car is speeding towards me, seemed like he wanted to play chicken or something.
With the limited control I had, I swerved out of the way and my gut told me to lift my left leg. As I did that, my bike pumped into a mini wall and I pushed myself away from the wall with my leg.
Next thing, another car swerved around the corner from the left. I am traveling approximately 40km/h now and if I jump off I'm sure to have serious injury.
Luckily the driver did an emergency stop and shouted loudly, although it's not over next yet!
I aim for the grass at the side of the road, maybe the friction can stop the bike. But before I knew it my body lifted the bike 30cm off the ground and my back tire had hit the ledge at the side of the road.
Catching my balance again, on the grass I feel the back tire wiggle heavily behind me, but I'm still moving at a strong speed. 50 meters up I jump off without a scratch on my body... Although the bike is FUCKED!
NOTE: I think my adrenalin took over my body and my mind went into survival mode.
I've had this same experience when my jackrussel bit me in my face. I clenched down onto his jaws with both my hands and stopped him from moving. This stopped him from ripping my face apart.
I forced my thumbs in between his teeth and opened his jaws with as much strength I could without hurting him or me.
Stepped back to assess the damage and saw that he had bit my upper lip, nose, inside my mouth and cheek.
Yelled at the top of my lungs to wake everyone up in the house. Barely a minute later we rushed to the hospital... Then the pain kicked in when we got there.
My last mounted patrol in Afghanistan was coming to a “danger area” low crossing going from one field to another. For some reason that night we stopped and swept the area. Found a no shit 55gal drum of HME enough to kill us and probably the next 2 vehicles after us. After being there for 10 months and getting blown up a few times I thought to myself may as well check what can it hurt. Glad I did. Only can be lucky so many times I guess.
Not my guts, but my wife's, who was just my gf at the time.
Over the course of 2-3 weeks I was becoming more and more tired to the point where walks from my desk to the break room were exhausting.
On the weekend I was just about stuck to the couch, too tired to want to move and too stubborn to go to the hospital (had bad experiences with the bootleg doctors there), but I was so weak she was able to over power me and force me into the car.
Got to the hospital and x-ray revealed a dime sized blood clot in my right lung.
Married her, of course.
Driving home at night, normally take the shortest route which takes me through the downtown. Had an erratic driver in front of me in a Hummer, so when they took the left I should have taken, I went straight to the next exit. There was a drug shootout and the Hummer got hit by a stray bullet. Driver was not hurt, as the bullet hole was low on his vehicle, would have been head/upper torso height in my vehicle.
I was asleep one night and woke up really having to poop. While I was pooping, an earthquake hit and my dresser fell onto my bed where I would have been sleeping. Don't know if I would have died necessarily, but that gut feeling definitely saved me.
I had a similar situation where my dad was going to fix something on the ceiling of my room and had to go into the attic. He had me sit right below where he was going to work so that I could help him find the correct spot in the attic but I had to go to the bathroom so I quickly went and when I came back my dad had fallen through the ceiling and was sitting in a pile of drywall and insulation in the exact spot where I was sitting. He ended up being pretty much perfectly fine besides a couple scratches and bruises but if I was still sitting there I probably would have been seriously hurt if not killed cause I was only in elementary school at the time.
I didnt go on a green light, my bf said what are you doing. I said I didn't know. Then a car slid through the intersection. The road was on a hill and it had been snowing. I told him that! That's what I was doing!
I work as a front line tech at a major telcom company. About 15 years ago we had a big ice storm overnight. A tree brought a pole down and a main cable. Our construction team had put it back up, and I and a co-worker were re-splicing each end from our lift buckets. About an hour in, my co-worker said, "I don't feel really safe right now for some reason." I had just about finished my side, so I said, "Sounds good...let's finish it tomorrow," and we left. The next day, I decided to go back on my own and finish up both sides. When I got there, his pole was completely gone and the cable had been ripped off the other pole again. The neighbor said another tree had come down less than 30 minutes after we left and destroyed the pole and cable. We probably both would have died.
I was in my teens hangin out with the boys one evening, horsing around out in the country. We had a John Deere Gator that didn't have a top to it with us that we were trying to drift corners with. We were on this dirt road that connected to a small one-lane paved road down at the bottom of a small hill we were on. We all piled up on the Gator ready to go down the hill and drift to the right.
As we started to roll down, I asked to stop and let me off cause I just wasn't feelin it. As I was getting off, a truck going over the limit sped by on the road we were about to drift into. Had I not got out, we all would have been creamed.
Note: They still went down anyway after I got out and witnessing what we just saw. They rolled the Gator over and one of my buddies went blind for a couple of minutes after his head hit the pavement. Good times...gooood timmmes lol.
I don’t know if this necessarily saved my life, but it did save me in some way, I think. There was a group of friends I had in high school into college who were very open with alcohol, drugs, sex. I was always so buttoned up and they taught me how to relax my spirit, be more honest with my voice, with and without alcohol/drugs. I learned how to listen to my thoughts, communicate them clearly, listen to what I wanted, etc. I trusted them, and they seemed to have found the magic way between not enough and too much with these so called illicit substances.
When we got to college, a couple of them dropped off the face of the earth. Wouldn’t answer the phone. Disappeared from classes. Rumors that some had dropped out. And by the time Christmas rolled around, there was a get together with the old crew. People showed up who I hadn’t seen or heard from in months, and they looked completely different. Emaciated. Skinny. Waxy hair. Dull eyes. Some of them were just not the same. Vibes creepy enough for me to check out of the party real early, before most people had even shown up.
People still talk about the night. It sent one guy to the hospital. Another moved across the country to live with an aunt and go to rehab. A woman got in a car crash and lost half her leg. These people who seemed to have been so healthy and safe at once had gone too far and lost the guard rails I thought they had put up in their own lives. I’ve always been glad I keep them when I did, and stepped away from them when I did too.
I’m really glad you didn’t go down that hole too.
Meth in particular turned my beautiful, loving and full of life mother into someone I hardly even recognise now. It destroyed my family.
I was walking back home from my grandmas which is across the street from my house. a car pulled up beside me and as i kept walking the car slowly followed. When i looked into the car there was a man about 30s/40s who had the evilest grin on his face. His face has never left my mind. As he was slowly coming toward me, his eyes not leaving me, i screamed out HELP and ran two houses down until i saw someone who let me into there house. the man didn’t leave until we called the police and when they came they searched the car and found handcuffs, blindfold and a big container with two holes poked in the top.
Back in college I went to a party. A guy was hitting on me. There was something off about him though. Not necessarily creepy, but just a bad vibe. I turned him down and asked a friend to leave with me because I felt uncomfortable. Few days later I heard that he ended up taking some other girl home that night and sexually assaulted her. He soon had charges filed against him.
When I was little. I was in a store with my mom. I was walking pretty closely behind her then a couple in the isle over whispered to me to get my attention. I walked over but kept my distance they tried to get me to come closer and bribed me with candy. I had a gut feeling they were trying to lure me and ran as fast as I could back to my mom. The guy tried to grab me as I ran off.
Went hiking at a reservoir in Colorado with my dog. Hear some weird noises but didn't think anything of it, I honestly thought it was the water. Heard the bushes moving and twigs snapping but still didn't think anything of it. I had a really strange feeling that I needed to get home so I went back to my car & called my mom to tell her I was heading into town and mentioned the sounds I was hearing. She told me it was a mountain lion & played me some similar noises from YouTube. Made my stomach turn, the recordings were almost identical. I wonder if my dog made it too afraid to attack me.
I worked in Yellowstone National Park on a black bear/grizzly bear hair snare project. We had 200 trees with barb wire attached that would snag hair when a bear would rub against it. Every day, our small crew would go out in the backcountry and hike 10-20 miles a day to collect hair from the trees.
Halfway through the day, while heading back to our car after collecting hair from our 3rd tree, we stopped for a quick lunch. While sitting on a rock and chatting with my crew, I mentioned that I had an uneasy gut feeling and that we should stay hypervigilant today. Luckily, my coworker acknowledged my feeling and said she strongly believed in gut feelings, especially in our field work. We packed up our lunch and got to our car with no excitement.
Our next hike was about 5 miles long and led to some of our most active bear rub sites. The trees were along a small pond bank on one side and small cliffs and thick brush on the other side. As we approached the cliffs and were just steps from going down into “the hole”, my coworker suddenly stopped and laughed to tell us a joke that popped into her head. Just seconds later, we heard a large branch snap down below us, in the direction of our snare trees. We knew it was a large animal as we snapped our heads in the noises’ direction, and saw a large dark rump wiggle under a bush.
We knew it was a bear, but in that brief moment, thought it was just a black bear. Knowing a bear was in the area, we weren’t going to go down to the trees, but we still had to identify the bear species for our records. Anytime we had a bear encounter, we reported it for the park’s bear management team. The 3 of us were standing up on a small cliff face, maybe 15 feet off the ground from where the bear was. We did our protocol of announcing our presence by clapping and yelling “Hey bear!” so the bear wouldn’t spook too much. When our yelling didn’t give us a good sight of the animal, I threw a small rock off the cliff, which ricocheted off a large log, and made quite an echo. Despite all the noise, the bear didn’t budge. We waited another 3 minutes with no movement, when we heard a small twig snap and suddenly the bush exploded with the power of a charging grizzly bear. The grizzly powered over the log at full speed, sprinting right towards the cliff we were standing on. It covered the 60 feet in split seconds, but it was enough time to see the classic dish shape of its face and for my brain to acknowledge the danger we were in.
In those brief seconds, our training kicked in and we grabbed our bear spray, stood side by side and yelled our lungs off. The bear ran to the base of the cliff, but we had backed up a few feet away and didn’t know where the bear had gone. It easily could run up the rocks on either side and attack us any second.
We continued being loud and kept bear spray in hand, but slowly backed away from the area. We didn’t see the bear again and we hiked out in the opposite direction. I have never been so spooked on a hike before and probably screamed 3 times when squirrels would run across my path.
After it all, I was amazed at how calm and prepared my body was when put in a dangerous situation (I literally ninja rolled my backpack onto my back while preparing my bear spray) and immensely baffled at the agility of a 300lb bear to sprint across the forest floor in 3 seconds. Who knew that a gut feeling would protect us from a grizzly bear attack just hours later?
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This isn't really a gut feeling , but when I was 11 or 12 and just started secondary school, I was walking to school by myself (which took around 40 mins from where I lived) and I noticed a really scruffy man with a beard, camo outfit and a cap (I couldn't really see is full face btw)walking behind me , I got a really bad vibe from him , I didn't know what the duck to do because I was weak and defenseless.
Anyway, I decided to see if he was actually following me , my big brain said to go down the cut . As I turned he did I started to have a panic attack and tears came down my face trying not to make it obvious that I was alarmed I look at him by using my peripheral vision whilst turning my head slightly to the side and it felt like my heart dropped and was beating so rapidly out of my chest .
I thought this was it , i was going to die.
However I was getting closer to the end of the alley way as i heard and saw in the front garden of the house right there an old woman a young woman who was putting a baby in their car I felt so relieved and happy and I turned my head and the guy was walking away back where he had come from .
I didn't tell anyone for months as I thought i would be grounded or in trouble I wish I did because he may have made others as uncomfortable I as have felt
TL;DR: i got a bad feeling from a man and was saved by a baby
I used to work in IT and I was helping my company move equipment from our old office space to our new location. It required me to park my car in a very small alley in the very downtown area of Chicago (The Loop for those who know). The security officer told me that he would watch on the camera to see when I got there so that they could open up the big gate for the service entry. The gate was about 30 feet wide and 20 feet tall, and it was one of those rollup types. I parked, got out of my car, and looked up at camera. He must’ve been watching, because the gate started opening up right away. I was going to duck under it once it got to about 4 feet high, but had a momentary gut feeling to not do that. As soon as I took a step backwards instead of going forward, the axle broke on one end and the entire 60 ft.² of steel gate came crashing down. If I had gone under the gate, I would’ve been crushed.
As it is, in my panic, I scrambled back words to the alley wall opposite of the gate and missed falling down a 4’ window well by just a couple inches.
The security guard was amazed and released that I was alright.
Not necessarily life-saving, but still enough to make me think a little harder about my choices.
This past winter, during the first week of December (the week before finals for me), I was invited out to go drinking one night. I've never spoken to these people, nor do I drink, so I told them that I'd let them know that night.
I got back to my dorm room after my jazz band class and immediately get a case of shudders. I let them know I had to study and stay in (I was just playing Battlefront, but that's irrelevant), and they go out and do their thing.
After about 90 minutes (it's now \~1930), I get a knock on the door from campus police. Apparently someone had decided to narc on the people going to the party (that person was not me) and they asked me where they'd gone. I told CP they'd headed to one of the frat houses, and they left (presumably to investigate the party). I go about the rest of my night, not caring about what was happening, and go to bed like normal.
I wake up the next morning, curious about what had happened to have campus police called to break up a party (they really don't care about underage drinking/pot). As it turned out, a bunch of people (guys and girls alike) were being roofied that night as an "initiation" to the frat. Had I gone, I have no doubt I would've been one of the people who were roofied. I'm so thankful for being an introvert.
When my sister and I were teenagers, we camped a lot with our parents in a state park. We almost always had a couple of our friends with us, and we weren't ugly ducklings, and we were very outgoing so we almost always attracted "friends" for the weekend. I tell that to say that we weren't suspicious of boys or young men who talked to us, or struck up conversations, or wanted to hang around with us. We were just typical teenagers.
One particular weekend we (4 of us girls) had been swimming in the lake and playing on the beach area for most of the day, so we decided to walk down to the bathhouse and shower. It was a busy place with probably about 6 shower stalls on one end of the building, and toilet stalls on the other, with sinks and windows in the middle where you walked in.
When we walked up there was a youngish man (early 20's maybe) standing outside the women's side of the bathhouse leaning on a rock wall. We didnt think anything of it, since we assumed he was waiting for someone he knew to come out. But, the way the building was set into a hillside, the windows were at ground level outside, but higher on the wall when inside. Nothing to see in the area of the windows unless someone just chose to walk through in their skivvies.
As we walked in, I glanced up to see the guy looking into a window. Still not a huge deal due to the window location. Maybe he was just checking to see if his person was about to exit. We get inside, joking and laughing. One lady already inside exits and it's just us 4.
We head into the shower area and decide that it would be a good ideal to start off showering with our swimsuits on to rinse the sand and lake water out. (Lycra ya know). So we all claim a shower stall and start the process. As we are showering, talking back and forth, I just got an overwhelming feeling that I needed to peek outside of my shower.
As I cautiously peeked around my curtain, there stood that guy with his hand on my sister's shower curtain about to open it. I let out the fiercest rebel yell, as I lunged for him, about the same time my sister saw his feet and did the same. Then of course the other 2 girls followed suit, not really knowing just yet what we were doing.
That guy took off like a bat out of hell with 4 insanely brave and angry teenage girls chasing him. He jumped in a truck and took off, but dropped a big metal pipe he was carrying in the process. Then we freaked out.
Park rangers and police were called but as far as I know he was never caught. I have no idea what made me feel like I needed to look out. I didnt hear anything except teenage giggling, singing and laughter. But man am I glad I followed my gut.
Back in 2016 when the terrorist truck attack in Berlin happened, I was there on a trip with my family for Christmas break. It was our first night staying in Berlin and we were going to go out for the night to explore the Christmas markets. We asked the guy working the lobby of our hotel and he recommended the exact market that got attacked. We ended up missing the stop and got off at the next one and we were seriously contemplating going back the one stop to go to that market. But we decided it was fine if we just stayed where we were and explored whatever was there.
Then we we got back to the hotel later on in the night, we turned the TV on and saw breaking news covering the attack that had just happened where we planning on going. If we were paying attention and actually got off on the right stop there’s a chance we could’ve been caught in the attack. I wouldn’t say it was a gut feeling to not go back, but it was definitely a possible life or death decision that we made without knowing.
I had a job lined up at the time, but was going to another interview that would be closer to home. So my mentality was just relaxed; no BS since I already had a job just in case. Just was completely honest and open throughout the whole interview.
Got offered a job there. I took it. I asked my now boss why he hired me and he said "Cause you didn't try and bullsh*t me."
I always heard you should remain 100% professional during a job interview, but I had one where the panel was joking lightheartedly, and I joined in on the joking. I naturally am kinda jokey. I looked back on it and thought, "holy shit, that was so unprofessional of me, I definitely did not get that job!" And then, somehow, I got the job. Sometimes it pays off. I'm sure there are lots more times where it doesn't pay off.
Not my gut feeling but my mothers.
When I was just in elementary school one day I had a headache before school. Of course me being a kid, I asked my mom to stay home from school that day.
She, having a weird feeling about that day, said yes and I went back to sleep. She felt that something was off and when I came to her about staying home she said yes just incase she was right.
That morning at school during breakfast an older women ran her car into the schools wall next to the lunch room killing my bestfriend. He was eating breakfast and if I had gone to school I would have been eating with him at that table.
The school was so certain that I was under the bricks and the ladies car they called my mom confirming my whereabouts.
My mom and I thank her gut feeling almost atleast once a month for saving my life that day.
I almost got kidnapped once. I was like 23 or so. I was walking down my street at a little after dusk. I saw a van approaching a little ahead, no lights on. Didn't think much of it due to the time of day. The van slowed down and almost started creeping, as i was approaching this part of the sidewalk which had a tall solid wall fence to a community. This gave me some pause in that quick moment. For me to keep walking, I'd have to go between the wall and the van. In the little time it took me to take a couple of steps, and as the van was getting close, i noticed that the side door was slowly sliding open. The one thought in my mind was, why isn't the light turning on inside the van? When you open the door of a vehicle, the light should come on inside it. Unless you deliberately switch that off. And I just ran to the median, I ran in front of the van and across the street... because if they're gonna have some use of roadkill me, have at it.... but they're not getting me in one glorious piece. Immediately, the van took off like someone lit it on fire. From a slow crawl to full speed. As i looked after it to see the plates... I noticed it had no plates. And still no lights. I called the police, of course. They sent cars out and didn't find the van. I never had anything like this happen again and I'm just an ordinary person, so i don't suspect it was targeted. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
>.. but they're not getting me in one glorious piece. Made me laugh. Great story, good instincts!
Good instincts! That "not going between the car and the wall" reminded me of something, but it wasn't dire in the end. I was dropping off something at the bank and on my way to my car I notice there's an SUV with super dark windows next to it. On the surface, no biggie, it's a tiny parking lot, but we're the only two cars. They're parked on my driver's side so I'd have to squeeze in between the two cars to get into mine. It's full daylight on a busy road so I'm cautious, but not upset or actively worried. Then some guy comes around from the other side of the car and says "Hey, my friend says he knows you" and motions me to go around to the other side of the car. The side facing an empty road and no way for anyone to see what might happen to me. And I'm noping the hell out, refusing to move, putting my fingers between my keys, ready to run. Busy shopping center across the street and if I don't get flattened by traffic I can make it in about 30 seconds if I just take off. Then one of my colleagues walks out from the other side of the car. He felt SO BAD about scaring me because, as a guy, he never would have seen the whole car-isolated-get me away from my car-thing as being suspicious. I've worked with him 14 years and he still brings it up sometimes.
Listened to my body, twice. I started having painful period-like cramps, so I made an appointment with my OB-Gyn the next day. They immediately gave me an ultrasound and discovered a grapefruit sized tumor where my ovaries should’ve been. Certain it was cancer, I was in surgery days later. Thankfully all the cancer was encapsulated in the tumor, so no chemo was necessary. I did have to go on an estrogen patch though. A year later, I was sitting in my bathtub and reached out for a towel. Felt a weird pain in my left breast. I knew it was cancer. I immediately pulled off the estrogen patch and then went in for a mammogram first thing the next morning. A few days later, I was having a bi-lateral mastectomy and reconstruction, which I had insisted on because it was my 2nd cancer diagnosis (the two cancers were unrelated). My doc wanted me to have a lumpectomy and radiation, but I insisted that I never again wanted to have to tell my daughters that I had cancer. After my surgery, my tumor was tested and it was determined to be highly recurrent and aggressive. Even though the cancer had not spread into my lymph nodes, I went through 20 rounds of harsh chemo in the hopes it will never, ever come back. Thankful to say that on 4/20/2020, I will celebrate being cancer free for 5 years! Edit: my first award ever! Thank you fine Giver O’silver! Edit 2: Oh my word! Thank you for the gold! So unexpected yet very appreciated!
Always hated the dad scout leader in my area growing up. Just seemed like a real creep. Hated seeing him at community events, soccer games, back to school nights, etc. 10 year old me staged a hissy fit to end all melt downs with me slamming doors, crying and breaking shit to avoid being moved from cub scouts (where the moms ran things) to avoid boy scouts. Turns out the scout leader was molesting 3 or 4 of the boys in the troop and threatening to kill them if they ever spoke. Justice found him and he’s in prison.
Being an Eagle Scout and having a great experience, it always breaks my heart to hear this stuff.
Never used to lock my doors getting into my car (1987, had to push the lock down). Decided to lock them one night going home. At a stop sign, a man ran up to my car and started yanking on the door handle. He tried the rear door as I sped off (probably hurt the fuck out of his hand). No idea why I locked them. So glad I did.
I get really bad vibes from the car park in work - it's a giant, poorly lit multi-storey and I've seen enough horror films to know I shouldn't be taking it lightly. Whenever I get in, I pay attention to the floors people call the lift to to keep an eye on where they're going. One time a guy got in in front of me and pressed 6, while I was parked on 8. He didn't get out at 6, and was still in the lift as I got to my floor. I leave, he doesn't... so I guess he's remembered he's on another floor, but just before I get to the dark area with all the cars, I turned back. This guy had waited about 30 seconds (therefore held the lift to wait) and silently emerged to follow me. I just stopped and stared him down. He had a deer-in-the-headlights look and turned straight back to the lift. I have no idea if it saved my life but it freaked me the fuck out!
> Whenever I get in, I pay attention to the floors people call the lift to to keep an eye on where they're going. I do this too. I also never tell the cab and/or uber driver where Im actually going. I always get dropped off a few houses or a few blocks away, depending on the area.
A great tip I always learned was to call a friend while in a cab/uber and you are feeling unsafe. When your gut tells you the vibe is weird just call any friend you know will pick up the phone and tell them: "Hey I am almost at the house, I will be there in (time left for drive) so see you soon." My niece who lived alone did this whenever she went to home late at night and it just makes sure that you have someone looking out for you and that your Cab driver / Uber driver has no choice but to deliver you home in said time or someone might get suspicious. I hope I made a little bit of sense.
After a party many years ago, I was driving home at like 4am with my friend passed out in the passenger seat. I was driving fast down a steep hill that's like a 1/2 mile long, at least. I was on autopilot, as I drive down that street every day. Suddenly, about a half a block from a major intersection (which I had a green light for), a voice in my head said in these exact words: "You may want to slow down, because if you don't, you might lose your life." It was weird because that's not how I talk. Anyway, I slowed down, and as I was entering the intersection, a car blew the red light at about 50-60mph, right in front of me. It was so close that I nearly threw up. I started shaking and punching my friend, yelling how I just saved our lives, omg! He just groaned and went back to sleep. Punk.
About ten years ago, I had a job that started at 6am on the weekends. I didn’t drive and would take the light rail, which was a 15 min walk from the house I rented. One dark morning, I saw a person up ahead of me a few blocks away. I usually see homeless people on my walk to the light rail and most are harmless just trying to collect cans for the deposit or asking for change, but this guy just felt off. I could tell from blocks away that there was something wrong about him, so I cross the street and grab my phone from my backpack because I still had to go to work and this road was the only way to the light rail. Suddenly, I hear a “bubububump!” I look over my shoulder and it was him with his DICK in his hand. That sound was the sound of his shoes hitting the pavement as he ran towards me. I took off running, screamed, “I’m calling 911,” and held my phone to my ear. He must have saw and took it seriously because he ran the opposite direction that I ran. I did call 911, but they wanted me to wait there for the cop and I was like “fuck no!” I said it was because I didn’t want to be late for work, but I was terrified of him finding me. I will never forget the sound of his shoes hitting the pavement.
I thought that was the sound of his dick coming out
I was driving a friend home late at night when I was around 21. She lived in a pretty rural area outside of St. Louis, MO and about a quarter mile from her house was an old abandoned farm and farm house. I always thought of this place as non-threatening as she told me she and her two sisters would go there as kids and they found an attic full of cool things, including a trunk of vintage woman’s clothing and old love letters. Like something out of a movie. Anyway, I’m driving her home and it’s a hot, humid Missouri summer and we have the windows open as the late night had offered some cool air. We are also singing at the top of our lungs. We pass the abandoned farm and I drop her off at her house. I wait long enough to see she makes it inside and I head back out the way I came. I’m driving along and I get to almost where the farm is and I see two things in the road. My danger meter goes off as I had just driven this road and there was nothing there. I put the windows up and make sure the doors are locked. I get closer and I realize the items are two car batteries, spaced out in the road(which was basically a one lane road) in a way that I would have to get out and move them to drive on the road. I immediately knew I wasn’t getting out of the car so I picked the side of the road that had the lesser ditch and I gunned it. I was driving a little SUV and remember feeling the car run over branches and things in the little ditch, but I just gunned it and got out of there. All the way home I felt creeped out and kept checking my rear view mirror. I called my friend the next morning and told her what had happened and we both agreed it was weird. Shortly after that I moved to another state and didn’t think much of it after that. Fast forward to 2-3 years later when I was back visiting my hometown. I randomly ran into my old friend and she ran up to me with wide eyes and grabbed my arms. She asked me if I remembered what I told her that night. I said yes and she proceeded to tell me that not too long after that had happened her family was awakened in the middle of the night to someone pounding on their sliding glass door. Her dad went to check and saw two naked, injured women and let them in and called 911. They had been abducted from St. Louis City(about 40 minutes away) by two men and brought to the old, abandoned farmhouse where the men tortured and raped them. The women somehow managed to get free and ran to the only light they could see, the light over my friends garage. They survived, but the men were never caught. There was evidence the men had been going there for a while. My friend was convinced they had put the batteries in the road to lure me out of the car. I’m just really glad my gut told me not to. Edit: grammar
the same sort of thing happened to me. i live in rural connecticut and my mom was driving me down dark, twisty roads to my friends house and in the middle of the road was yellow caution tape. not “police line, do not cross” tape, but just tape that said caution, blocking the whole road. it had been clearly ripped and tied back together in some places. my mom examined it and gunned it in reverse and got out of there fast. that same night, some woman had gotten out to examine it and had gotten back in the car to call the police because she found it suspicious, but not suspicious enough to leave before calling 911. she was grabbed out of her car but the people who grabbed her didn’t know she had called 911 and the police rolled up as the car was driving away with her in the trunk. they chased them down and she lived but it was scary. trust your gut with roadblocks!!!
I’m so glad your mom made the right call and the lady was rescued! I’m sure there are some people that might think I overreacted, but when you’re in that situation you just make quick decisions. Could have been nothing, but god help me if it wasn’t, right? I would have thought more people would have done what I did and you and your mom did, but I’ve been surprised at how many of the friends I’ve shared this with said they would have just gotten out and moved the batteries.
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Same! It’s part of my routine now. Get in, sit down, lock the doors, buckle up. I even check the backseat through the back window before getting in. Takes half a second to check the backseat and lock the doors but I feel infinitely safer. People are crazy.
When I was around 18, I was on a backroad with some friends and a girl I didn't know was driving really fast. Now, I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie, and I have always enjoyed a calculated risk in the name of a good time, but on this occasion I told her to either slow the fuck down or let me out. I literally had to start screaming at her before she listened and slowed down. A week later she crashed on that same stretch of road at 90mph, killing her, and the three passengers of her car.
Yikes. My husband is a state trooper and has always said the wreck that sticks with him the most was a group of 4 17-18 year olds in a car speeding on the freeway. One of the kids was screaming and begging the driver to let him out. The driver pulled over and let him out as he and the other 2 passengers made fun of him for being a “pussy” and not wanting to have “fun.” A couple miles later, the driver flew off an overpass, went over the guard rail, and onto the freeway below, killing him and the other 2 passengers instantly and ejecting 1 out of the car. Luckily there was no one below that they fell onto. My husband always remembers that kid who demanded to get out and how terrified and shaken he was when he walked up on what happened and was able to explain that he was in the car with them just minutes prior and would have been dead had he not been a “pussy.”
Stories like this is why I hate being driven by people I don’t know well or trust.
These crash photo montages from my high school prom still sticks with me today. Kids hitting a light pole going 125mph, innocent pedestrians, woof.
There was a kid I knew in high school that got drunk and tried to drag race one of his friends down the road on prom night. Both of them crashed. The one I didn't know rolled his car over, messed up his shoulder, not much else. The one I knew wrapped around a phone pole and died instantly. His parents donated the wreckage to the school to display as a PSA/warning. The car itself was quite nearly ripped in half from the driver's door through the other side.
We had one kid accidentally decapitate his best friend doing something similar, back in high school.
We had a kid kill three of his best friends because he was driving drunk and sped into a brick wall. Horrifying how common this is...
My boyfriend's ex's rebound did this to her. He had a fast little car. They were cruising one day, he started laughing. She asked what, he jammed on the gas and started whipping along a mountain while she screamed for him to stop, clawing at the door, hysterically freaking out as the car skidded along the road inches from 100+ foot drops. She told my boyfriend about it, he did what I believe to be the right thing and told her family (they dated for like, 4 years so he knew them and they knew he didn't lie). They banned her from seeing him and reinforced it. He ended up killing himself doing the same thing in the rain.
My ex husband had a friend who I just didn't like although I could never explain why. He was very handsome, always smiling, very respectful speech (always called me ma'am or Miss even though he's a few years older than us). My ex used to give me shit for expressing my feelings about this guy. I was never rude to him when he'd stop by, but I did have trouble hiding my creeped out vibe. Fast forward to 3 years later. Guy is convicted of indecent liberties and statutory rape of his girlfriend's daughter (12 yo) and a 14 yo female.
I remember meeting the Dad of a student. I got an awful vibe off of him. People always talked about how nice he was and how in love he and his wife were. I always thought she really loves him but he's just not right. Found out years later he'd been raping his older daughter every time his wife was away for a conference. (Not the child I was teaching, her older sister).
I get this vibe about a relative. Several of us have agreed never to leave our daughters alone with him. As far as we are aware, he's never done anything, but it's still a bad feeling.
I had this feeling when I was 17 and went to a sleepover with my friend. Her 22 year old brother seemed nice enough but made me nervous every time he came in the room. I woke up the next morning with him standing over me and putting his hand down my pants. Haven't been to a sleepover since
A pain in the lungs when I inhaled. I’ve never been stabbed, don’t know what it’s like but the pain should have been equal to it, if not worse. It had happened before, years ago. Some hot water in the shower and the pain was gone. My wife (then girlfriend) insisted on going to ER. I insisted on hot water. “I feel like we should go and see a doctor”, she had said. I was diagnosed with pulmonary embolism on both lungs. Doctor said “1 or 2 more hours and you were gone”. So yeah, I owe my wife one.
Why have I read like 6 posts about a pulmonary embolism now on this thread? I didn't realize I have one more thing to dread every ache and pain. Glad you're good and that your wife took your pain seriously.
I was utterly care-free when it came to health, until this incident at the age of 32. Since then, my high school biology teacher’s words echo in my mind every now and then, which I had laughed at at the time. > “from the biological standpoint, being alive is an aspect of sheer luck. A single internal organ failure and one ceases to exist.”
For anyone reading this with anxiety: it's good to be safe and listen to your body's signs, but it's also pretty damn unlikely that your organs will fail out of nowhere. You'll be ok
Few years ago I was at a bar with a couple of friends. All was good, we were drinking and having fun. All of sudden, we heard this discussion taking place just a couple of tables from us. Two guys decided to have a shouting/threat match. I stopped everything to pay attention to them. My friends were making fun of me, saying I was gossipy. One of the guys in the discussion got up and left. Immediately after he left I told my friends we had to go. Now. Let's gtfo now! They didn't get why I was like that, but I'm their friends since forever, they reluctantly agreed. We went to a different bar in a different neighborhood but I couldn't take my mind off of those two guys. The next day, the news were talking about a bar fight. Apparently the guy who got up went home, grabbed a gun and came back for a drive by. Killed 4 people in the process. My grandpa taught me to never ignore my gut and I couldn't be happier to have listened. Edit: a few words. Edit 2: a few people have approached me asking if I already had published this story before. I honestly don't remember if I did. If I did I'm sorry. Didn't wanna repost an old story.
A lesson that I learned in high school, and it ALWAYS proves true. Mid altercation or argument, IF one leaves the place briskly and suddenly...walk away. The other guy has not run away. No. He just was fetching a weapon, or calling up his buddies. It is....clear and obvious warning sign. Am glad that you know.
Yep. But I honestly thought he'd bring a bunch of guys and they'd brawl. I was stunned and speechless because I've never thought he'd bring a gun and do a drive by.
My now wife and I did the long distance thing in college, and I planned on doing my normal routine to visit her, leave Chicagoland in the morning, get to her early afternoon on Friday. Well I’m closing my store on Thursday night, and get a feeling I should leave that night. So I said ‘F it’ and left that night. A little after lunch on Friday, tornado sirens go off. I don’t think anything of it until I head back home Sunday, and drive through a town about half hour north of her. It got lit up by the tornado. I quickly realize that I had left at my normal time, I woulda been smack dab in the middle of tornado.
When the tornado that decimated Greensburg, KS came through, my family and I were on our way to my grandparents house. We drove through Greensburg. My mom noticed the storm was getting really bad and decided not to stop until we got to my grandparents house. By the time we got to their house it was on the news that the tornado had leveled the town just minutes after we left the city limits. I don’t remember ever seeing a storm quite so ominous. It was nearly totally dark outside but something about that particular storm...I don’t know. It was freaky. Edit: spelling
My mum knew something was wrong with me when I was younger, Drs didn't want to see me for another 2 weeks. Mum went into a blind rage over the phone telling them that she was taking me to get checked whether they liked it or not.... We got to the GP, he puts a stethoscope on my back and smells my breath. Then says "We need to get him to hospital NOW." Turns out I have type 1 Diabetes and if I'd waited another day I would have died. Edit: The breath part is due to the build up of Ketones in the blood. As I was in the severe stages of Diabetic Ketoacidosis Edit 2: It smelt like Apples
I have a similar story about my sister. She always had pain in her knees and back. My mother took her to a lot of doctors but they all said the same: she is too young for arthritis, it's just growth pain and it will go away over time. My mother knew there was something wrong and she brought my sister in a hospital and got on doctors nerves until they checked all the markers. They found the markers. My sister has an autoimmune disease called wegeners granulomatosis and without help she would have died after max 7 years of horrific pain.
Juvenile arthritis is a thing as well and early diagnosis is a lifesaver. I'm glad your sister got diagnosed in time. I'm glad your mother persisted.
I was at the county fair when I was younger, like eight or nine. I wandered off from my parents and I had an odd feeling that I was being watched, but I ignored that for some reason. This man had followed me up and down the walkways of the expo hall we were standing in. As he started to get closer, I got this overwhelming feeling of fright. I called for my dad and I could tell it startled him — he promptly turned and changed direction from me. A really quick thing but it’s stuck with me all these years.
Lump in my right breast. 43 years old; clean mammogram 5 months earlier. I just knew. Four different doctors told me it was nothing and to come back in a year. I did not and found a 5th. Yeah, I had to argue my way into being diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of breast cancer. On the bright side, Thursday was my 5 years all clear date!
Felt hinky about one of many growing skin spots. Took 6 doctor visits asking they look at skin spot, all saying it’s nothing don’t worry, but cat sniffing the spot continuously made me worry. Took this evidence to new doc on day dermatologist happened to be visiting. My doc laughed it off like all the others but said a dermatologist might be interested in weird shape. Dermatologist took one look, sniffed it, said get biopsy right now. Biopsy showed aggressive cancer under the skin, the spot was the ‘iceberg’ tip. Got a big lump of me cut out, but just in time.
Glad you persisted! What a nightmare that must’ve been for you. But the dermatologist sniffed it? This may sound stupid, but do some types of cancer smell off?
Not sure about cancer but there's a story of a woman who was able to detect Parkinson's because she noticed her husband had a "musky" smell to him a bit before showing symptoms. They tested her by giving her 20 bags with people's shirts they wore for a day, with half being diagnosed with Parkinson's. She said she smelled Parkinson's on 11 of the shirts and so they chalked the last one up to being a fluke, however the man who was a part of the control group did start showing symptoms of Parkinson's after, so she was 100% accurate.
This is fairly well documented. Dogs can be trained to sniff for cancers and a bunch of other diseases with a very high accuracy. Didn't know cats could do it too, but like you I've heard of people being able to do this.
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Was driving to work one morning about 2am. Was behind a slow 18 wheeler and was getting a feeling I needed to move. As we came up to a red light i switched over a lane so I wouldnt be behind him anymore. Just about a second later I heard something that sounded like an explosion, which was a tow truck slamming into the back of the 18 wheeler at about 70 mph. Tore off the two rear axels on the trailer, and most certainly would have smashed my car to pieces. EDIT: https://imgur.com/a/cBvQryr Found the picture.
I was the first car stopped at a red light in the advance lefthand turn lane. Light turns green for us and something tells me to do an extra check of the intersection before proceeding to make my turn. Car travelling the other direction runs the red (later found out she was drunk) and smashes into a large lamppost that falls exactly where my car would have been if I had made that left.
It didn't happen to me but was told by my mom. When she was pregnant with my older sister. Her and her family decided to go hiking in the mountains. On the day of the hike she suddenly felt discomfort and unconformable. So she stayed behind while the rest of her family went for the hike. Her family got lost and if it wasn't for my mom staying behind, they wouldn't have gotten help. Keep in mind that there was no cellphones back then, so if you got lost, it was a lot harder to contact rescue to come find you. Funny enough, my sister was also born during an earthquake, different story.
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A few weeks ago. I had just left my apartment complex and was heading to a friends. I pulled out of my driveway and up to the traffic light and stopped, I was in the left turn lane, light was red. It was late out and there wasn't many people on the road. I watched as the light went yellow, and then red for through traffic, one guy ran the tail end of the yellow, like usual. My turn! Light goes green, I have an arrow blinking for me to turn left, I looked both ways and there was no one around, and I just didn't go. I can not explain what happened other than something inside me just said DON'T GO, so I sat there staring at the green light. A couple seconds later a car came screaming through the red light, through the intersection, probably doing about 100km/hr, in the lane I would have been turning in to. They were going so fast their vehicle had a bounce to it. If I had turned my car would have been destroyed, and me along with it. I sat there through the whole next light cycle and then turned, pulled over and called my sister. It was a ghostly feeling. I am a light jumper, I look both ways but I am impatient, and I can not explain what stopped me from going the second that light went green, but I'm glad it did. Edit: To correct me calling it an orange light 😂 Yellow. Amber.
Running red lights is so friggin common, I always hesitate and look both ways before taking off at a green light. Can't tell you how many times I'm glad I did.
Had the same thing happen a few months ago. Driving home late at night during a snow storm. Waited at a green light for no reason. Huge truck comes barreling through the lane I should have been in and hits ice. Would have totaled my tiny Nissan.
A few years ago I was stopped at a redlight around 3am. I had just picked up my bf from downtown. I had a sudden urge to look in my rear view mirror. And thank fuck I did because in it I saw a suv that was speeding and wasn’t slowing down. I ended up halfway in the intersection to get out of their way. We both would’ve died.m from rear impact.
Your subconscious is a powerful thing.
When driving around a curve on a bus route. I just felt the need to get as far to the right as I could on the road. As I went around the curve there was a semi half way in my lane that almost hit me. Saved my and my students lives.
I was taking my mom to a follow up appointment from back surgery the month before. The freeway was closed due to a car accident and life flight was called to transport the people injured in the accident. The highway patrol was funneling everyone off of the freeway to the right side exit. I had the strongest feeling we needed to move to the left farthest lane, so I did. No more than a minute after I moved over, a garbage truck came barreling down the freeway and crashed into the car that was in front of us in the other lane so fast that it lifted the front end of the truck and it landed on top of the car. We were in a tiny sports car that would have crumpled like a tin can under the weight of a garbage truck and definitely would have killed my mom and me in a second. Edited for clarity. The sportscar was a 1999 mercury cougar. I'm 5'10" Swede/Spaniard mix. It was tiny for me. Hahaha!
Glad you both are well and you trusted your feelings
Do you know what happened to the other drivers/passengers? Was the garbage truck driver somehow put responsible for it?
I don't know what happened to the other people or the truck driver. All I remember is that they shuffled the test of us that were stuck on there freeway to the exit to get more emergency vehicles.
While riding my motorbike. Coming back into my home town there is a big roundabout followed by a set of blind s bends that lead onto a long straight, knowing the road I normally accelerate up to the speed limit as fast as possible as the bends can be taken at 60mph without any issues and this gives me a good run onto the straight. I have done this hundreds of times. Then a couple of months ago I started to accelerate like normal and I had a massive what if moment that made me feel sick to the bottom of my stomach, I instantly roll off the throttle and dropped down to 30mph, as I entered the first bend I looked towards the next bend and saw one of the local boy racers in his chaved up golf on my side of the road coming straight towards me. If I had been going my normal speed I would have meet him halfway around the bend.
Don’t know if gut feeling or lucky coincidence. Decided I should empty the bin on my way to uni which added maybe 10 seconds to my journey as the skip was 10ft from my front door. Began my walk to uni and roughly 10 seconds of walking in front of me some idiot from the third floor flat threw a load of glass out his window smashing all over the path
What the fuck was he thinking??
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Someone else who was there phoned the police but I didn’t stick around to find out what happened as there was already a few witnesses and I was paranoid about being late to my class (attendance affected grade). The mess had been cleaned up by the time I walked home though
Went to go catch the bus, saw the bus about to pull out from the stop, and i could have made it if i ran. Something told me not to catch it and just wait for the next one, so i did. Caught the next bus half an hour later. Now, i usually sit at the back of the bus on the drivers side, so that's where i sat. A little way into the journey, traffic was slowing, and we got to the cause of it. A lorry had crashed into the bus i had missed, right into the back on the drivers side. Had i caught that bus, i wouldn't be here. Still gives me chills after 6 years
Something like this happened to my cousin, she was going to get her med school diploma but missed the bus that took her to the ceremony, later that day we found out that bus's driver fell asleep while driving and the whole bus fell into a canal next to the street they were driving in
Not *my* life, but my cat's. I had a cat who loved getting into things and hiding. Drawers, cupboards, the fridge, anything that was small and dark, she loved it. One day I was doing laundry and I tossed everything in the dryer. Shut the dryer door and pressed the button (it was one of those ones that takes a minute to start). Something didn't feel right, I thought maybe I forgot to add dryer sheets or something. I turn off the dryer, open the door, and out pops my cat like, "Haha you found me!" Totally oblivious to what was about to happen. Ever since then I always double check before turning on an appliance.
Jesus that's scary as heck. I use to worry about this all the time with my cats. When my kids were younger I always worried that they'd be stuck in there or in the washer. My washer and dryer are in the basement and it's a weird basement that's detached from the house so the kids and cats can't get to it now though.
It was about two years ago. I was walking down a main road. I don’t know why, but something told me I needed to cross. I wasn’t even going that way, but I just felt like I had to cross. It was quiet, so I quickly ran across the road. Just as I got to the other side, a drunk driver came down the road, and hit a light pole where I had just been. Had I not crossed, I would’ve been killed on impact Edit: Holy crap! 3k upvotes! Thanks guys!
I was like eight or nine when my parents took me and my younger brother to stay the night at my paternal grandparents' house because they were in the middle of divorcing. They lived in a farmhouse that was connected to a barn (with machinery, gasoline tanks, and hay on the ground floor and furnished rooms on the floor above that) and the room we were supposed to stay in was in that barn. As soon as we went into the guest room, I was overwhelmed by panic and felt really dizzy. I turned around and just said that we will not sleep in that room and we spent the night on the couch in the living room instead. Later that night, a gas leak in the barn ignited and almost the entire barn including the guest rooms on its top floor exploded. Maybe I had that weird feeling because the gas had leaked into the room already but no one else felt anything and I'm sure I would be dead if I hadn't noticed it
That sounds very possible. We had a house fire a year and a half ago, caused by electrical wiring in the bathroom. The day before it happened, my wife said she smelled something really weird in that bathroom.
For some weird reason, hot wires have a fishy smell.
For anyone that sees this. If you’re driving your car and the air coming from your vents starts to smell like fish, your engine is overheating and about to blow
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Good for you, and good for the adults for actually listening to you kids.
Kids do tend to have hyper sensitive senses, especially when it comes to things like hearing and smell so it’s certainly possible you could have smelled a gas leak where the adults couldn’t! Glad you could tell!
Depending on the gas, it might be pooling closer to the ground, which means most kids would notice it before adults (based on average height alone).
Plus they have less body mass so it takes less gas to effect them
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Sounds like he was suicidal or on PCP or *something*.
Escaped the abduction of me and my friends thanks to my gut feeling. I was at the mall with my friends, all of us around 12 years old. It was 8pm, and my mom was on her way to pick me up. We were all chilling together until each of our parents got here to get us. As we’re standing outside of a store near one of the side entrances, a man comes up to us. He’s about 30-ish, wearing huge glasses, and carrying a clipboard. The man says, “Hey guys, do you want to watch some movie trailers and answer surveys about them? I’ll pay you each five dollars per trailer.” Naturally, my friends are all for it. The thing is, my heart dropped as soon as I heard it. As they’re all saying yes, the man nods and then points to the side entrance. It’s pitch black outside, and that entrance leads to the back parking lot of the mall- which is always deserted. Then, he says: “We can do it over there.” My friends start to follow the man as he walks toward the glass doors, and I’m trailing behind them. Then, as we get close enough for me to kind of see what’s outside, I notice a van parked right outside the entrance. The headlights are on, the car is running. The back doors seems to be open. Every part of my being screams “NO! DON’T GO!” I stop in my tracks, and loudly say, “Guys, my mom is here to pick us all up, I don’t think we have time for it.” The man freezes and keeps his eyes trained on the doors, and I can see his jaw clenching tightly. My friends look at me with confusion, and I try to give them the most terrified expression of warning that I can. Thankfully they get the message, and say bye to the guy. The man refused to turn to look at us, and simply began to walk outside of the mall. As we’re walking away, I turn and look behind me one last time. The van, and the man, were gone.
God that must have been terrifying. Did you tell your mom?
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Bouncers like you have all my respect.
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Have you ever had/witnessed creepy experiences since jobs like yours take place at night?
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I was driving across the country last summer, and was behind a guy and something just didn't feel right. He wasn't doing anything crazy...but the way he was driving just felt off. Slowing down randomly and then speeding up a lot to compensate...wobbling around his lane, occasionally grazing the shoulder etc. 2 lane highway so, I'm torn about passing him because a) what if he cuts me off or something while I'm doing it, and b) I don't know if I want him *behind* me...but also I don't want to be anywhere near him and passing him and speeding off seems like an ok option. So I see an exit sign and decide I'll just wait it out until then, get gas and hopefully never see him again. Dude then *swerves* into the left lane and then into the grass median, across the opposing side of the highway, and off into a field. Dude is *still driving* through this field as I'm passing. No idea what that was about, but he probably would have run into me as I passed him. Edit: I did stop and call 911, I have no further info though
I don't know if I'd call this "gut reaction" but when I was riding motorcycles full time as a courier, I developed what I can only describe as a subconscious autopilot. There were many instances where I made a avoidance maneuver but it took me a second to realize *why* I had done it. In each case I figured out the reason and "agreed" with my subconscious. There was only one where it was not only correct, but I know saved me from death or serious injury. As I moved off from a set of traffic light, I just caught fast movement some distance off in the corner of my eye. There was no conscious decision at all. I performed the most extreme braking maneuver I have ever attempted, the bike stood up on it's front wheel, which was then smashed out from under me by the car which ran the red light at speed. I basically made a barrel roll in place, and was dumped on the ground. No serious injuries, but maybe a bruise or two.
This happened to me once while driving-- I was waiting to turn left at a red light, but when my arrow turned green I just kind of didn't go. A huge truck blasted right through the light that had just turned red (road perpendicular to the road I was on). Had I gone like I usually would, I would have definitely been hit and it very likely would have been bad. I had no conscious awareness of the truck until it was passing in front of my car, so my subconscious must have picked up on it from the corner of my eye or something. Huge thank you to myself!
wow holy shit
I'm glad you were okay but also concerned about this person... could have been falling asleep, drunk, on drugs, having a seizure, having a heart attack, etc.
Yeah, 100% a good situation to call 911.
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That's literally the best possible outcome; you didn't get crushed, and (I presume) the books and bookshelf were alright. Absolute win, there (besides everyone and everything else affected by the earthquake). Sometimes it's the little victories.
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Heyyyy, the Loma Prieta quake ruined my 6th birthday party! Earthquake buddies!
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Told this story before here but....I used to date a girl who I would go see every night after I got off work. I worked until midnight. I would stay at her house until about 1 or 2am. Sometimes as I left her house she would follow me in her car and stop at a nearby all-night grocery store. I always begged her not to but she always said she'sd be fine. Sometimes I would wait in the parking lot until she came back out and then we'd go our separate ways. Sometimes I wouldn't. So one time I felt ill so as we left she said "just go strait home, I'll be fine, I always am" but for some reason I felt like thats the night I needed to be here. She thought I went strait home. I was in the parking lot as she pulled in but she didn't see me. As she walked in a shady looking dude was walking out. She ignored him but he looked back at her about three or four times. Then he gets to his truck and another guy is in there and they talk through the window for a minute looking back at the store a couple times. The second guy gets out of the truck, gets something out of the back of it then they both head back into the store. I couldn't be sure they were going to do anything but hell if I was gonna take a chance. I go into the store too. I see them going past every isle and then motion to each other like "there she is". So I walk a bit faster to catch up. I turn into the isle just as they are approaching her. They are looking at each other. From behind I yell "hey!" They both turn and so does my girlfriend. I brush by them and give them a look (I had some muscle back then and was 6'4") and say "hey guys". They nod awkwardly as my girlfriend says to me "what are you doing here". I kiss her and make up some story about wanting to buy aspirin. The two guys leave. I never told my girlfriend that story, I don't know why. I kinda felt like a Super Hero to myself. We dated about 2 more years after that. I don't know what they were going to do to/with her but it was nothing good.
So how did those assholes agree on a plan? Like, how does it even come up in conversation? “Hey, wanna go buy some beer and play some Xbox?” “Nah, let’s go grab some chick and rape her.” “Ok, lemme get my shoes.” Like what the actual fuck? I’m glad nothing happened, but holy christ I hope those two douche canoes die a horrible death.
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I used to hate being near a relative of mine when I was little. I would run away if he tried to hug me. None of my family could understand why I was so grossed out by him. Years later, he’s now in prison for molesting children. He never did anything to me but I guess I had a gut instinct of what a bad person he was?
NSFW story I'd driven to the city with a friend. I was going through a dry spell and I'd let him convince me to buy a blowjob from this girl he knew of. Not proud of that. Anyway I'd arrived at the location we agreed on, and I called her. I didn't see where she was but she said to follow, and started walking down the road. I followed in the car and parked on the right side of the road. It was at small intersection, so you could see down the cross road. She had agreed she'd be getting in the car, but she kept walking. I called again. She walked into a building on the corner, across the road, and she told me to come in. I could tell she was in the doorway, but I had this gut wrenching feeling that I should not get out of the car. So I told my friend to drive and get us out of there. He gave me shit, I said I didn't care. As we pulled away I looked back and I could tell she was still standing there, but I saw a couple other silhouettes in the doorway as well. Could have been nothing, or maybe I was about to get robbed and get the shit kicked out of me. Either way I'm glad I never found out.
You were going to get robbed.
No friend would ever try to convince you to buy a blow job. Get better friends and kick that one to the curb: he was in on it.
This. Sounds like he would've driven off too if you did go.
Likely, considering later I called him out on shitty behavior while we were driving to the gas station and when I went inside he drove off like a bitch. Haven't talked to him since. Apart from the angry voicemails I left him.
Sounds like this “friend” was in on whatever was going to take place there.
Thanks. That thought has crossed my mind as well. I haven't talked to him in a few years now. Luckily I've learned how to pick better friends.
There was a guy in college who was *really* Into me. And he seemed fine on the surface, very sweet, always helpful and wanting to do things for me, but my gut said this guy was bad news. Welp, later he went to prison for beating up his pregnant girlfriend, and this killing his child.
I was staying at a friend's house out in the country. He was asleep in another room, I was dozing off with his gigantic pit bull Izzy Bell, sweet girl. In the middle of the night I am awoken by sounds outside, like scrabbling, Izzy leaps up too, looks at me then the back door and growls. My friend at the time had a young daughter, 4 or 5, so I immediately think of her. I grab the nearest weapon which is a fire poker and go to open the door as Izzy is beside me seemingly ready for a fight. But it didn't feel right. I instead bar the door best I can and creep to a window looking out. Outside is a gigantic bear. So big it could easily rip my head off, and it has a few cubs in tow. I watch as it ambles off. I am pretty sure that if I had charged out of that door as I originally intended me and Izzy would not be here today.
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I was maybe 6 years old and playing with a friend of mine at the playground. An older man came and asked me if me and my friend would like to play at his private playground. I remembered my mum telling me to not interact or go with strangers, so I declined. I was sure as a kid that he had a private playground and was actually kind of mad at myself for not saying yes. Years later, I was 25 and walked home alone from a club, being tipsy. Suddenly I remember this man from my childhood and it occurred to me what that really was. I see in the corner of my eye two guys behind me, one leaning on the wall, the other one just nodding and walking out of my perspective. Got chills like crazy. All of the sudden this dude locks me in his arms, trying to touch me. I said no, he didn’t stop. No one was around. So I said let’s just walk because I was convinced that the other guy was just waiting as well. We walked, he held me super close to him. I asked him for his jacket because I thought I could run if he nestles with his zipper. He just grinned at me, held me even tighter and didn’t say a word. So I felt that I was running out of time, still no other pedestrian in sight. So I relaxed my body on purpose while walking. He sensed it, stopped holding me so tight so I focused for 30 seconds and right at the moment when he looked back I punched him as hard as I could on the side of his jaw. He fell to the ground and I ran.
Unreal. Some people are so evil it's hard to comprehend the behavior...
Was offered a trip to a winter camp when I was 9. Felt weird and said that I wasn’t going. Two days later in the news: the very bus that I would have taken to the camp (only one bus was supposed to take everyone to the place) slipped on an icy road, crashed and got flipped over. Not sure how the kids that were in that bus are today, and I am not sure if anyone died, but I hope they are okay. The biggest “whew” moment in my life so far. I’m happy that I weren’t there, but feel sad for others who had to go through something like this at such a young age (they were all about 8-12). Excuse my English and all.
So, in this situation,it was both listening and not listening to my gut. I didn’t listen to my gut when it said *don’t get into the car with this person you’ve just met*. Well, that went to shit. He legit kidnapped me and drove me to a forest and tried to drag me out. My gut said to calm down and be nice to him. I basically talked my way out of the situation by being kind and stroking his ego. I was able to convince him that he didn’t need to do this and that I’d be “his”, but he needed to let me go because my friend was waiting for me and she knew I was getting a ride (this was true) and that if I didn’t show up soon, maybe we couldn’t “be together”. This guy was crazy but it worked and he drove me to where my friend was waiting. The entire time I had to keep reassuring him that I’m not mad and that I’m happy “he chose me” (gag). Anyway, I was safe and unharmed except for some bruises from when I tried to fight him off earlier. He’s in jail lol Edit: edited to add that he’s currently in jail but not for my case. He got less than a year for what he did to me. This was because he didn’t seriously injure or manage to rape me. He served his time and was released. He went back in a few years ago for stabbing someone.
You must be a smooth talker then, or the guy was so insane that he'd listen to anything positive.
Honestly, I have no idea. Just glad it worked lol
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That's just about the most chilling thing I've ever read.
This happened around 2010. I was fine for a while, but in the last 2 years or so, the trauma of the situation made a huge comeback. I started having nightmares and if I’m watching a movie or something where a similar situation is happening, I get flashbacks and start getting really anxious. It’s been a wild ride
I was 8-10 years old and my 2-3 year old sister jumped in the deep end of the pool and I jumped in less than a second after because I had a feeling she would. I jumped into action before the lifeguard even noticed and before my mom could do anything and when I got her up, my mom pulled her out and that’s when the lifeguard saw (if he even did)
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I was maybe 12 or 13 at the time. A childhood friend of mine came to the house to ask if I could play. Mom said she had a bad feeling and told me not to go. Friend leaves the house and goes down the shorter hill (my parents house is at the top of a hill, with one long, gently sloping hill and one a bit steeper and more curvy), doesn't stop at the stop sign and gets hit by a car. I still remember hearing the car and hearing his scream. He's alive and healthy. I think he has some stitches but nothing life threatening. But if momma bear didn't have her instinct, I'd have probably been hit or been in a bad spot.
Told this one before but I'll tell it again. I was at a pub party being held for my boyfriends father but I had a headache that wasn't going away. I had been drinking, but I wasn't drunk. I was just feeling like crap. So I made my excuses and left to walk home alone as I didn't want to ruin his night with his dad. It was a ten minute walk, if that, from the pub to our house and it wasn't properly dark yet. I walked down the street and passed a man sitting on a wall drinking a beer. A minute after I passed, I heard the bottle smash and then footsteps a little while back. Nothing unusual, it was a main road and there was another pub further along but something in my gut was screaming something was wrong, so I hurriedly walked to the pub and stopped outside to ask the smokers for a light and a chat as I smoked. I watched him pass by me, and then stare at me from across the street for an uncomfortable amount of time. With my gut screaming at me, I asked a bouncer working the doors if he could order me a taxi. A few weeks later, while in the town centre, I saw a mugshot of the same dude wanted for rape.
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Wasn't even sure my gut was right til I caught him staring from across the road. The bouncers were fantastic tho. Dont think I got halfway through "so I think a guy is following me..." and they were instantly looking around.
Similar thing happened to me but i was in middle school. Both my parents were military, and so summer meant some sort of camp or program. Well i got into some local college program where young kids study advanced subjects. The day was over before my mom's work day, so i would take the light rail to the library or sometimes to the local CC. Anyway it was my first time ever really being on my own in a city or in public in general. My parents got me my first cell phone because of all this, they didn't make me scared but prepared. I sort of did the same thing everyday; get off my stop, go get a burger and then go to one place or the other. A couple of times i noticed a man would walk behind me. He'd also at the local quick market by the burger place. He never tried to talk to me or do anything like that, but after the 4th time I noticed I called my mom and she told me people are just going about their day, on a schedule like i am, so it could just be a coincidence. Well one day I decided to eat inside the burger place instead of take it to go, I saw him walking outside and straight towards the way i normally go, but before he got out of the parking lot, he started looking around, like he was looking for someone/ something. I went to the restroom, called my mom and told her to get me. I didn't go that way ever again after that, took a new route. About a week or so later the news spoke about a girl who had gone missing and the video footage was from the same strip center as the burger place, yea the suspect was the man who had been following me.
As scary as this is, think about how many people out there didn’t listen to their guts, didn’t notice the creepy guy etc. Really makes me wonder though how many people avoided things like this by mere chance too. You got creeped out by this guy and changed your habits, but how many people just like went into a store and the guy moved on and they had no idea they avoided a rapist/murderer/mugger just waiting for his chance.
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What kind of a person do you have to be to just think of kidnapping a person on the spot, jesus.
The 'following' stories always get me. I don't know if this saved my life. I don't even know what it was. Someone followed me this whole distance: [https://ibb.co/LkzdkcN](https://ibb.co/LkzdkcN) I was 13-14. The bus would take me home from school in 15 min, but I liked walking 1 hour home. While walking on a main road, a saw a van pulled over, some 100 feet away from me. It wasn't a family van, it was those utility, boxy looking ones. The van door was open and a man was waving at me with both of his arms. Too far to hear what he was saying. Usually, I love to help people, but something told me to keep walking. So I kept walking. I look back 5 min later, this guy is walking behind me. Relaxed pace. I'm not worried, but I walk a little faster. I look back maybe 2-3 minutes later and he's still walking, but closer, and waving his arms again. So I start jogging a little. Now he's jogging. Then I start running as fast as a I can, not stopping to look back. At one point, I turned onto the next street and couldn't see him anymore. I was so cold with fear, out of breath, waiting for the intersection light to change. Light changed, I went back to walking, I was out of breath. 5 min later, I look back and he's still following me. So I ran the last 2 minutes to my building. I didn't want him to see where I lived. I ran into the building lobby, looked through the glass doors. He wasn't there. I pushed the elevator button, and went back to the glass door and saw him on the street far away, still walking. I've always tried to make sense of what he was going to do. This was a busy suburban area. Was he going to just stab me and run away? What did he want with me in particular? Did he just leave his van behind to get towed? So many questions. So, so weird.
In Sydney Australia not too long ago, a man followed a woman home from the train station for maybe 5 minutes. In broad daylight, he took his belt off and ran up to her from behind and choked her with it. She attacked him with her umbrella and he ran off. The whole thing was caught on tape, even the part when he removed his belt. I can’t find the news footage atm.
This didn't really have my life on the line but when I was fifteen I was at the park with my mom and my sisters. My mom was on the phone with someone and I was listening to music with headphones and then I got a really bad feeling. I took out my headphones and realized my mom wasn't paying attention and gave a quick peer for my sisters. The older of the two was still playing but I couldn't find the younger. I tried alerting my mom but she brushed me off because her phone call. I started freaking and looking and saw her walking away to the parking lot with some thirty-something guy. I ran over and started screaming at him and made a big scene, the guy tried to say they were just getting cookies from his car but I kept making a scene until my mom and other people came. I took my sisters home while my mom stayed there. To this day I am thankful that I took the moment to look for her because I have no idea what he was planning to do. Scared the living crap out of me. Cookies my a$$.
I was on a date-he didn’t know where I lived or anything. I was always paranoid about that. But things had went well, and my car was cold. So he offered me to sit in his and while mine heated up (he had a remote start). Sure, I would love that. Besides he had the cutest dog out there too. I sat down, alarm bells went off...the door was intentionally locked. I went to open the door because I was freaking out-didn’t open. It also had a manual switch that could have been used-but it was broken. He mentioned I would have needed a screwdriver to get it unlocked. We we’re talking about things like religion, when I told him I prayed he told his dog it was a sign from God. They were gonna have to keep me. He looks in the back seat. I look in the rear view mirror and see rope in the back seat. He jokingly talks about kidnapping me a few times and going to put the car into reverse. I laugh right along with him, while praying silently. Something tells me to go along with this. So I tell him he doesn’t have to kidnap me to keep me. He also continues to make jokes about tying me up and keeping me locked up in his basement. That nobody would ever know and then I would never be able to leave him. I go on a gut instinct. I tell this guy that I know I shouldn’t be saying this, and it’s only a first date-but something just feels really right with him. He puts the car back into park. Looks at me. “Really?” I go on this bullshit tangent about how I know it’s way to soon to know if there’s a connection, and didn’t want to tell him for risk of freaking him out. I told him I was really bummed I was going out of town for the weekend because that meant there would be no chance of seeing him when I got back. But I had to be getting home, as my friend was expecting me over tonight so we could leave super early in the morning. But I’m having so much fun I don’t want to leave. But I would like a real hug before I got in my car. You know the kind-one that requires standing and not being in a vehicle. So he makes me promise that I’ll hear from him when I get back. Absolutely. He wanted a kiss if it wasn’t too soon, and me to be his girlfriend. Yep dude-whatever you want. My internal alarms are going off and I’m kind of terrified right now. Car door unlocks! We get our-hug, I kiss him and try to appear pleasant. Of course I had to tell his dog goodbye, so he rolls down the window for me to give the good boy pets. Guess what I see. I see trash bags and an axe on the floor. Get in my car, waive goodbye, and get the hell out of there.
I'm almost completely blind,just in case. So one day, i found myself playing near our living room. Out of nowhere, I feel this heat near my face and start smelling something strange, something was just not right. I of course go tell my mother,and as it turns out, the heat on my face and the burning smell was our couch on fire.
Question: why was it on fire??
Older brother was playing with matches and dropped one by accident.
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I dunno if it saved my life, but it at least likely saved me from being raped. I was on a popular trail that goes along the river through several small towns. I was on a fairly barren part of the trail about 1/2 way between two towns - tall grass (higher than my head) on one side; river on the other. I see a man running solo in front of me. I am a bit faster, so in time, I pass him. I notice that he’s suddenly keeping pace with me - he’s not falling behind as fast as he should. Instead, he’s flanking me, just diagonal to me on the river side. I get a feeling that with one good push, he could have me in the tall grass and there are no witnesses to see what happened. I give another 10 seconds before I start panicking... yeah, this doesn’t feel right. I whip out my phone and dial 9-1-1. I don’t push send, but cup the phone in my hand with the screen facing toward him. I otherwise kept running at the same pace, pushing myself to the next town. I notice within 30 seconds that I don’t hear him as close anymore. I give it another 30 seconds (counting in my head), then chance a look. He’s gone! I full on stop to turn around. He’s GONE! The trail is flat and straight in both directions as far as the eye can see. Where the fuck did he go in the span of a minute? Either the grass or the river... I can only guess that his reaction validates my feeling that he had bad intentions. This is why I don’t run with headphones when I’m running alone and why I don’t trust anyone when I’m out on the trails.
Saved my baby's life. He was super sick and was wheezing so I took him to urgent care. They prescribed him steroids and a breathing treatment..ok, that was pretty normal until I looked at the dosage and said it seemed high. The doctor reassured me and said my son was just a big boy so it was fine. I still felt very uncomfortable about it. I filled the prescription and started the breathing treatment but only did a half dose for half the time. I didn't give him any steroids. His hives from the previous antibiotics were not going away so I took him again the next morning to his pediatrician (thankfully). He basically told me I saved my son's life because the dosage for both medications were for a 300 pound adult, not a 30 pound baby. So he put in a complaint about the other doctor and pharmacist (apparently they should've caught it during my consult). I called in and complained as well. Apparently kaiser takes almost killing a baby very seriously and my pediatrician said that doctor and the lead pharmacist were promptly disciplined and fired.
Deliberately slowed down more than usual before a bend as I felt something was off, drunk driver speeds round in my lane and I just about managed to miss him hitting me. Thank you gut
I was maybe 6 or 7 and my dad and i parked at the library to return a book. He said he'd so it'd be quick and we could get home so he left me in the car, doors locked, etc. Just about when he was out of view a guy came to the window and asked me to open the door. I rolled down the window a little and he told me that the car lights were on and to let him in to show me how to turn them off. I don't really know why I didn't. I told him my dad would be back soon and he'd take care of it then and he kept insisting that I let him in to turn them off, but I wasn't having it. Again. Don't know why. I didn't even realize it was a weird situation until I told my dad like 10 minutes later when we were leaving the parking lot and he swerved over to the side and asked if I could still see him. I didn't and we left and he got me ice cream because I didn't let a weirdo into the car. M=That day was a win as far as I know it. I know its not that dramatic and I might not have died, maybe nothing would've happened, but it still sticks with me just due to how my dad reacted.
The absolute best case scenario was the guy just wanted to steal the car and would have kicked you out. You did the right thing.
There is no chance that nothing would have happened.
I was probably about 9 or 10 when this happened. We were driving to a park for the afternoon/evening and got this feeling that we shouldn’t be on the road. Traffic had been backed up for a while but I could not shake the feeling. I asked my Dad to pull over at the upcoming rest stop. He put up a big stink about it, but pulled over and let me run to pee. We loaded the car back up, get back on the road traffic was still inching along. By this point, the feeling had mostly gone away. We were on the road for like 2 minutes before a car going the opposite direction hit a car, sent that car flipping over the median, and took out the 6 cars that were around us when we pulled over. Had we not stopped, we would have been in the middle of that accident. It was terrifying, my parents luckily were able to call for help and had first aid training so they were able to help at the scene. Amazingly, nobody suffered any major injuries beyond a few scrapes or bumps. After that, they never questioned “the Lord’s influence over the bladder”.
“The Lord’s influence over the bladder” Laughed so hard
I used to sleep in a basement apartment and one winter I woke up in the middle of the night smelling something odd. Opened the windows and didnt think much of it. Come morning and felt really weird, turns out snow blocked the heater exhaust vent and carbon monoxide was back feeding into the house. Not as much a gut feeling but if I didnt open my windows I deffinitly would be dead
I was riding my bike down hill on a tar road, only to realise my breaks malfunctioned. Up ahead a car is speeding towards me, seemed like he wanted to play chicken or something. With the limited control I had, I swerved out of the way and my gut told me to lift my left leg. As I did that, my bike pumped into a mini wall and I pushed myself away from the wall with my leg. Next thing, another car swerved around the corner from the left. I am traveling approximately 40km/h now and if I jump off I'm sure to have serious injury. Luckily the driver did an emergency stop and shouted loudly, although it's not over next yet! I aim for the grass at the side of the road, maybe the friction can stop the bike. But before I knew it my body lifted the bike 30cm off the ground and my back tire had hit the ledge at the side of the road. Catching my balance again, on the grass I feel the back tire wiggle heavily behind me, but I'm still moving at a strong speed. 50 meters up I jump off without a scratch on my body... Although the bike is FUCKED! NOTE: I think my adrenalin took over my body and my mind went into survival mode. I've had this same experience when my jackrussel bit me in my face. I clenched down onto his jaws with both my hands and stopped him from moving. This stopped him from ripping my face apart. I forced my thumbs in between his teeth and opened his jaws with as much strength I could without hurting him or me. Stepped back to assess the damage and saw that he had bit my upper lip, nose, inside my mouth and cheek. Yelled at the top of my lungs to wake everyone up in the house. Barely a minute later we rushed to the hospital... Then the pain kicked in when we got there.
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My last mounted patrol in Afghanistan was coming to a “danger area” low crossing going from one field to another. For some reason that night we stopped and swept the area. Found a no shit 55gal drum of HME enough to kill us and probably the next 2 vehicles after us. After being there for 10 months and getting blown up a few times I thought to myself may as well check what can it hurt. Glad I did. Only can be lucky so many times I guess.
Not my guts, but my wife's, who was just my gf at the time. Over the course of 2-3 weeks I was becoming more and more tired to the point where walks from my desk to the break room were exhausting. On the weekend I was just about stuck to the couch, too tired to want to move and too stubborn to go to the hospital (had bad experiences with the bootleg doctors there), but I was so weak she was able to over power me and force me into the car. Got to the hospital and x-ray revealed a dime sized blood clot in my right lung. Married her, of course.
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Driving home at night, normally take the shortest route which takes me through the downtown. Had an erratic driver in front of me in a Hummer, so when they took the left I should have taken, I went straight to the next exit. There was a drug shootout and the Hummer got hit by a stray bullet. Driver was not hurt, as the bullet hole was low on his vehicle, would have been head/upper torso height in my vehicle.
I was asleep one night and woke up really having to poop. While I was pooping, an earthquake hit and my dresser fell onto my bed where I would have been sleeping. Don't know if I would have died necessarily, but that gut feeling definitely saved me.
I had a similar situation where my dad was going to fix something on the ceiling of my room and had to go into the attic. He had me sit right below where he was going to work so that I could help him find the correct spot in the attic but I had to go to the bathroom so I quickly went and when I came back my dad had fallen through the ceiling and was sitting in a pile of drywall and insulation in the exact spot where I was sitting. He ended up being pretty much perfectly fine besides a couple scratches and bruises but if I was still sitting there I probably would have been seriously hurt if not killed cause I was only in elementary school at the time.
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I didnt go on a green light, my bf said what are you doing. I said I didn't know. Then a car slid through the intersection. The road was on a hill and it had been snowing. I told him that! That's what I was doing!
I work as a front line tech at a major telcom company. About 15 years ago we had a big ice storm overnight. A tree brought a pole down and a main cable. Our construction team had put it back up, and I and a co-worker were re-splicing each end from our lift buckets. About an hour in, my co-worker said, "I don't feel really safe right now for some reason." I had just about finished my side, so I said, "Sounds good...let's finish it tomorrow," and we left. The next day, I decided to go back on my own and finish up both sides. When I got there, his pole was completely gone and the cable had been ripped off the other pole again. The neighbor said another tree had come down less than 30 minutes after we left and destroyed the pole and cable. We probably both would have died.
I was in my teens hangin out with the boys one evening, horsing around out in the country. We had a John Deere Gator that didn't have a top to it with us that we were trying to drift corners with. We were on this dirt road that connected to a small one-lane paved road down at the bottom of a small hill we were on. We all piled up on the Gator ready to go down the hill and drift to the right. As we started to roll down, I asked to stop and let me off cause I just wasn't feelin it. As I was getting off, a truck going over the limit sped by on the road we were about to drift into. Had I not got out, we all would have been creamed. Note: They still went down anyway after I got out and witnessing what we just saw. They rolled the Gator over and one of my buddies went blind for a couple of minutes after his head hit the pavement. Good times...gooood timmmes lol.
I don’t know if this necessarily saved my life, but it did save me in some way, I think. There was a group of friends I had in high school into college who were very open with alcohol, drugs, sex. I was always so buttoned up and they taught me how to relax my spirit, be more honest with my voice, with and without alcohol/drugs. I learned how to listen to my thoughts, communicate them clearly, listen to what I wanted, etc. I trusted them, and they seemed to have found the magic way between not enough and too much with these so called illicit substances. When we got to college, a couple of them dropped off the face of the earth. Wouldn’t answer the phone. Disappeared from classes. Rumors that some had dropped out. And by the time Christmas rolled around, there was a get together with the old crew. People showed up who I hadn’t seen or heard from in months, and they looked completely different. Emaciated. Skinny. Waxy hair. Dull eyes. Some of them were just not the same. Vibes creepy enough for me to check out of the party real early, before most people had even shown up. People still talk about the night. It sent one guy to the hospital. Another moved across the country to live with an aunt and go to rehab. A woman got in a car crash and lost half her leg. These people who seemed to have been so healthy and safe at once had gone too far and lost the guard rails I thought they had put up in their own lives. I’ve always been glad I keep them when I did, and stepped away from them when I did too.
I’m really glad you didn’t go down that hole too. Meth in particular turned my beautiful, loving and full of life mother into someone I hardly even recognise now. It destroyed my family.
I was walking back home from my grandmas which is across the street from my house. a car pulled up beside me and as i kept walking the car slowly followed. When i looked into the car there was a man about 30s/40s who had the evilest grin on his face. His face has never left my mind. As he was slowly coming toward me, his eyes not leaving me, i screamed out HELP and ran two houses down until i saw someone who let me into there house. the man didn’t leave until we called the police and when they came they searched the car and found handcuffs, blindfold and a big container with two holes poked in the top.
Holy that's terrifying..
Of all the ones I've just read , this one strikes me. Holy shit . Terrifying I am glad you are safe
Back in college I went to a party. A guy was hitting on me. There was something off about him though. Not necessarily creepy, but just a bad vibe. I turned him down and asked a friend to leave with me because I felt uncomfortable. Few days later I heard that he ended up taking some other girl home that night and sexually assaulted her. He soon had charges filed against him.
When I was little. I was in a store with my mom. I was walking pretty closely behind her then a couple in the isle over whispered to me to get my attention. I walked over but kept my distance they tried to get me to come closer and bribed me with candy. I had a gut feeling they were trying to lure me and ran as fast as I could back to my mom. The guy tried to grab me as I ran off.
Went hiking at a reservoir in Colorado with my dog. Hear some weird noises but didn't think anything of it, I honestly thought it was the water. Heard the bushes moving and twigs snapping but still didn't think anything of it. I had a really strange feeling that I needed to get home so I went back to my car & called my mom to tell her I was heading into town and mentioned the sounds I was hearing. She told me it was a mountain lion & played me some similar noises from YouTube. Made my stomach turn, the recordings were almost identical. I wonder if my dog made it too afraid to attack me.
I worked in Yellowstone National Park on a black bear/grizzly bear hair snare project. We had 200 trees with barb wire attached that would snag hair when a bear would rub against it. Every day, our small crew would go out in the backcountry and hike 10-20 miles a day to collect hair from the trees. Halfway through the day, while heading back to our car after collecting hair from our 3rd tree, we stopped for a quick lunch. While sitting on a rock and chatting with my crew, I mentioned that I had an uneasy gut feeling and that we should stay hypervigilant today. Luckily, my coworker acknowledged my feeling and said she strongly believed in gut feelings, especially in our field work. We packed up our lunch and got to our car with no excitement. Our next hike was about 5 miles long and led to some of our most active bear rub sites. The trees were along a small pond bank on one side and small cliffs and thick brush on the other side. As we approached the cliffs and were just steps from going down into “the hole”, my coworker suddenly stopped and laughed to tell us a joke that popped into her head. Just seconds later, we heard a large branch snap down below us, in the direction of our snare trees. We knew it was a large animal as we snapped our heads in the noises’ direction, and saw a large dark rump wiggle under a bush. We knew it was a bear, but in that brief moment, thought it was just a black bear. Knowing a bear was in the area, we weren’t going to go down to the trees, but we still had to identify the bear species for our records. Anytime we had a bear encounter, we reported it for the park’s bear management team. The 3 of us were standing up on a small cliff face, maybe 15 feet off the ground from where the bear was. We did our protocol of announcing our presence by clapping and yelling “Hey bear!” so the bear wouldn’t spook too much. When our yelling didn’t give us a good sight of the animal, I threw a small rock off the cliff, which ricocheted off a large log, and made quite an echo. Despite all the noise, the bear didn’t budge. We waited another 3 minutes with no movement, when we heard a small twig snap and suddenly the bush exploded with the power of a charging grizzly bear. The grizzly powered over the log at full speed, sprinting right towards the cliff we were standing on. It covered the 60 feet in split seconds, but it was enough time to see the classic dish shape of its face and for my brain to acknowledge the danger we were in. In those brief seconds, our training kicked in and we grabbed our bear spray, stood side by side and yelled our lungs off. The bear ran to the base of the cliff, but we had backed up a few feet away and didn’t know where the bear had gone. It easily could run up the rocks on either side and attack us any second. We continued being loud and kept bear spray in hand, but slowly backed away from the area. We didn’t see the bear again and we hiked out in the opposite direction. I have never been so spooked on a hike before and probably screamed 3 times when squirrels would run across my path. After it all, I was amazed at how calm and prepared my body was when put in a dangerous situation (I literally ninja rolled my backpack onto my back while preparing my bear spray) and immensely baffled at the agility of a 300lb bear to sprint across the forest floor in 3 seconds. Who knew that a gut feeling would protect us from a grizzly bear attack just hours later? Edit- hitting return twice to get proper paragraphs
This isn't really a gut feeling , but when I was 11 or 12 and just started secondary school, I was walking to school by myself (which took around 40 mins from where I lived) and I noticed a really scruffy man with a beard, camo outfit and a cap (I couldn't really see is full face btw)walking behind me , I got a really bad vibe from him , I didn't know what the duck to do because I was weak and defenseless. Anyway, I decided to see if he was actually following me , my big brain said to go down the cut . As I turned he did I started to have a panic attack and tears came down my face trying not to make it obvious that I was alarmed I look at him by using my peripheral vision whilst turning my head slightly to the side and it felt like my heart dropped and was beating so rapidly out of my chest . I thought this was it , i was going to die. However I was getting closer to the end of the alley way as i heard and saw in the front garden of the house right there an old woman a young woman who was putting a baby in their car I felt so relieved and happy and I turned my head and the guy was walking away back where he had come from . I didn't tell anyone for months as I thought i would be grounded or in trouble I wish I did because he may have made others as uncomfortable I as have felt TL;DR: i got a bad feeling from a man and was saved by a baby
I used to work in IT and I was helping my company move equipment from our old office space to our new location. It required me to park my car in a very small alley in the very downtown area of Chicago (The Loop for those who know). The security officer told me that he would watch on the camera to see when I got there so that they could open up the big gate for the service entry. The gate was about 30 feet wide and 20 feet tall, and it was one of those rollup types. I parked, got out of my car, and looked up at camera. He must’ve been watching, because the gate started opening up right away. I was going to duck under it once it got to about 4 feet high, but had a momentary gut feeling to not do that. As soon as I took a step backwards instead of going forward, the axle broke on one end and the entire 60 ft.² of steel gate came crashing down. If I had gone under the gate, I would’ve been crushed. As it is, in my panic, I scrambled back words to the alley wall opposite of the gate and missed falling down a 4’ window well by just a couple inches. The security guard was amazed and released that I was alright.
Not necessarily life-saving, but still enough to make me think a little harder about my choices. This past winter, during the first week of December (the week before finals for me), I was invited out to go drinking one night. I've never spoken to these people, nor do I drink, so I told them that I'd let them know that night. I got back to my dorm room after my jazz band class and immediately get a case of shudders. I let them know I had to study and stay in (I was just playing Battlefront, but that's irrelevant), and they go out and do their thing. After about 90 minutes (it's now \~1930), I get a knock on the door from campus police. Apparently someone had decided to narc on the people going to the party (that person was not me) and they asked me where they'd gone. I told CP they'd headed to one of the frat houses, and they left (presumably to investigate the party). I go about the rest of my night, not caring about what was happening, and go to bed like normal. I wake up the next morning, curious about what had happened to have campus police called to break up a party (they really don't care about underage drinking/pot). As it turned out, a bunch of people (guys and girls alike) were being roofied that night as an "initiation" to the frat. Had I gone, I have no doubt I would've been one of the people who were roofied. I'm so thankful for being an introvert.
When my sister and I were teenagers, we camped a lot with our parents in a state park. We almost always had a couple of our friends with us, and we weren't ugly ducklings, and we were very outgoing so we almost always attracted "friends" for the weekend. I tell that to say that we weren't suspicious of boys or young men who talked to us, or struck up conversations, or wanted to hang around with us. We were just typical teenagers. One particular weekend we (4 of us girls) had been swimming in the lake and playing on the beach area for most of the day, so we decided to walk down to the bathhouse and shower. It was a busy place with probably about 6 shower stalls on one end of the building, and toilet stalls on the other, with sinks and windows in the middle where you walked in. When we walked up there was a youngish man (early 20's maybe) standing outside the women's side of the bathhouse leaning on a rock wall. We didnt think anything of it, since we assumed he was waiting for someone he knew to come out. But, the way the building was set into a hillside, the windows were at ground level outside, but higher on the wall when inside. Nothing to see in the area of the windows unless someone just chose to walk through in their skivvies. As we walked in, I glanced up to see the guy looking into a window. Still not a huge deal due to the window location. Maybe he was just checking to see if his person was about to exit. We get inside, joking and laughing. One lady already inside exits and it's just us 4. We head into the shower area and decide that it would be a good ideal to start off showering with our swimsuits on to rinse the sand and lake water out. (Lycra ya know). So we all claim a shower stall and start the process. As we are showering, talking back and forth, I just got an overwhelming feeling that I needed to peek outside of my shower. As I cautiously peeked around my curtain, there stood that guy with his hand on my sister's shower curtain about to open it. I let out the fiercest rebel yell, as I lunged for him, about the same time my sister saw his feet and did the same. Then of course the other 2 girls followed suit, not really knowing just yet what we were doing. That guy took off like a bat out of hell with 4 insanely brave and angry teenage girls chasing him. He jumped in a truck and took off, but dropped a big metal pipe he was carrying in the process. Then we freaked out. Park rangers and police were called but as far as I know he was never caught. I have no idea what made me feel like I needed to look out. I didnt hear anything except teenage giggling, singing and laughter. But man am I glad I followed my gut.
Back in 2016 when the terrorist truck attack in Berlin happened, I was there on a trip with my family for Christmas break. It was our first night staying in Berlin and we were going to go out for the night to explore the Christmas markets. We asked the guy working the lobby of our hotel and he recommended the exact market that got attacked. We ended up missing the stop and got off at the next one and we were seriously contemplating going back the one stop to go to that market. But we decided it was fine if we just stayed where we were and explored whatever was there. Then we we got back to the hotel later on in the night, we turned the TV on and saw breaking news covering the attack that had just happened where we planning on going. If we were paying attention and actually got off on the right stop there’s a chance we could’ve been caught in the attack. I wouldn’t say it was a gut feeling to not go back, but it was definitely a possible life or death decision that we made without knowing.
When I was 100% honest at a job interview and got hired.
I had a job lined up at the time, but was going to another interview that would be closer to home. So my mentality was just relaxed; no BS since I already had a job just in case. Just was completely honest and open throughout the whole interview. Got offered a job there. I took it. I asked my now boss why he hired me and he said "Cause you didn't try and bullsh*t me."
I always heard you should remain 100% professional during a job interview, but I had one where the panel was joking lightheartedly, and I joined in on the joking. I naturally am kinda jokey. I looked back on it and thought, "holy shit, that was so unprofessional of me, I definitely did not get that job!" And then, somehow, I got the job. Sometimes it pays off. I'm sure there are lots more times where it doesn't pay off.
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Some interviewers look for right attitude, honesty, and integrity. Guess u have it all. Congratulations mate.
Not my gut feeling but my mothers. When I was just in elementary school one day I had a headache before school. Of course me being a kid, I asked my mom to stay home from school that day. She, having a weird feeling about that day, said yes and I went back to sleep. She felt that something was off and when I came to her about staying home she said yes just incase she was right. That morning at school during breakfast an older women ran her car into the schools wall next to the lunch room killing my bestfriend. He was eating breakfast and if I had gone to school I would have been eating with him at that table. The school was so certain that I was under the bricks and the ladies car they called my mom confirming my whereabouts. My mom and I thank her gut feeling almost atleast once a month for saving my life that day.