“When Did Your Feeling About ‘Something Is Very Wrong Here’ Turn Out To Be True?” (45 Stories)

My dad was six. Dad heard a clap of thunder and immediately told the babysitter to call someone because “my dads been struck by lightning”

My grandfather had in fact been struck directly by lightning while playing golf with my grandmother. The electricity entered his shoulder and out his ankle. My grandmother resuscitated my grandfather and he lived to be over 90.

Kind of a dumb one, but we had this regular customer who was very weird. I worked in an auto wrecking yard and he always came in and bought random, off the wall stuff. Anywho, me and a new guy load some stuff into the back of this guys van. He gets in to leave and new guy is standing behind the van next to the building. I say: "Hey, I wouldn't stand there.." New guy looks at me puzzled and moves. Sure enough, weird customer puts it in reverse and punches it. Backs right through the wall of our office..

I was driving home late one evening, and I had the strongest feeling that something was wrong. At the time, this meant that I took the long way home because I thought my subconscious knew there'd be some speed traps on the turnpike.

Next morning, it turns out a drunk driver caused a huge multi-car accident in the exact stretch of road I would've been driving on. Driver and 2 others passed away, and another 5+ people were injured. I'm not a superstitious person by any stretch, but this is always something that's made me wonder.

One and a half years ago, my dad was in the hospital for a seemingly easy heart operation that he should’ve done and got out of the hospital in a short time. My Nonna at the time had just sewed me an outfit that was black. And I had a feeling that my dad was going to pass away and that I will be wearing that outfit to his funeral. 3 days later I did wear it to his funeral.

I was walking back to my dorm from class and had a gut feeling that I needed to see my friend right away. I walked into his dorm room and found him on the floor seizing. He is fine now but it was still weird that I just knew something was wrong before I had seen him at all that day.

In 2014, when that year's X-Men movie came out, I went to go see it with my best friend. 2/3rd's of the way through, I felt the most off I've ever felt... sick, chills, feverish, gut drop, time warped, everything. I peeked at my phone & I had dozens of texts, missed calls, & voicemails.

My dad had passed away.

I went to go eat at a restaurant with my toddler, but something said not to eat there. Decided to just go home and make a meal. The restaurant was on the news later because it caught on fire.

I’m not sure if this fits the criteria, but I’ll tell my story about a weird vibe I got!

At my old job there was a regular that would be there right when we opened the doors, and he would head directly to the music department, where I worked. Now when you’re working in the music department, you can’t leave it unattended, so I had to stay back there, and then this guy would come back and just chat your ear off for about 1.5-3 hours every day, sometimes more.

From day 1 I got a weird feeling about the guy, but wasn’t exactly sure what since he seemed nice enough but just very creepy. I told a lot of my coworkers that if he creeps you out, get management or get security or someone, just don’t be alone with him, especially girls.
Fast forward to a couple days later, and I heard from some other coworkers that he had asked for a ride home from a younger looking male coworker of mine. Next time he came in told him he can’t just be asking for rides like that and I’ve seen him walking places, he can continue to walk everywhere. He tried to play it off like nothing happened and he just needed a ride somewhere, but he asked ONLY that male coworker for a ride, no one else, so I knew something was up.

So one day, I’m opening up my department and expecting to see him to come in and talk my ear off, but it never comes. The next five mornings or so, he never comes in, so I felt relief but also I was curious why he went from coming in every day for about 2 months, to just no more.
After I leave work that day and get home, one of my managers texts me saying “I guess now we’re all gonna listen to your feelings about people” and linked me to an article about the guy.
He was a convicted child predator who had moved to my state to get away from his previous convictions, only to do the same thing here.

One night while I was home alone I was feeling oddly anxious for a few hours, like every sound I heard seemed suspicious. Later while I was trying to sleep I look out my window and see someone just... standing on the sidewalk in front of our house. It's likely that he was there for a while.

Just after I notice him he comes up to the door and starts knocking, which freaks out my dog and makes him start barking, which he normally doesn't do when people come to the door. So in a panic I start heading out of the back of the house while calling my parents. At first they don't really believe it's an issue but I insist that it's not normal. They rush home and my Dad confirms my suspicions that it was my sister's toxic ex-husband. So my Dad takes care of things and sends him on his way. He has been harassing us for quite some time, but now he's homeless so trying to get a restraining order has been a struggle.

He likely wasn't planning anything violent, but it was definitely the first time I've sensed something being wrong, and it really freaked me out just how much I felt it that night.

My mom called me when I was out with a friend. She told me my brother didn't come home last night. She was very worried even though this is not the weirdest thing for a 21 year old. I went straight home, we both felt like something bad had happened. At home, his phone was on the couch in the living room so we couldn't contact him.
Called the police etc
A week of investigation later his body was found. He had drowned himself in a nearby lake.
Miss him everyday for almost three years now.

My grandma and me were in the Corolla, shes driving. When the light turned green at a traffic light stop, she paused for about 4 seconds, enough to get the car behind us to honk. When I told her to go, she told me to wait, something felt out of place. Then, out of the blue, an impala blasted through the intersection. Had we actually gone when the light turned green, the impala would have T-boned us. Apparently my grandma first learned to ride a boat, then a moped, and then a car. A huge part of driving a boat is to have foresight because boats dont stop as quickly as a car. Made her a wonderful driver, and could park perfectly, drive perfectly, and unlike most grandmas, shes not a slow-poke driver, just cautious and super predictable to others.

"Very" would be an exaggeration, but after my mother went to bed each night my dad would go out to his car beside the driveway & talk on the phone for about 15 minutes. I outed him. He had been having an affair for about 10 years.

Came home from university, next day my mother says, let's sit down, I have to tell you something. I said, do you have cancer? She did.

(There were prior warnings: for the last two months on Skype, my dad had stopped speaking to me almost entirely. I put it down to him not wanting to speak with me. What a relief!)

p.s. Thyroid and treatable. Treatment worked, we think.

I came down to my kitchen to find my moms cup of tea sitting on the counter, full and ice cold. She was sitting at the bottom of the steps down to her room and she didn’t look good. She told me she just got dizzy and needed to sit down. The more I pestered her, the more she told me not to worry; she just needed to lie down for a bit. When I checked on her a couple of hours later, she’d passed away in her sleep. I know something happened when she was making her tea. I just don’t know what. But seeing it sitting there gave me a panicky feeling. I wish I’d ignored her when she said “I’m fine. I’m fine. Just let me lay down for a little bit.”.

About 6 years ago.
I had a gf. I was working on a boat in Germany ( I live in Holland ) if i was to go home that would be like a 3.5hour train ride.

I called her, and she assured me everything was just fine. I could just hear the cracks in her voice.

I got all anxious, started to shake, it got me crying like a baby that something was wrong.
Decided to leave work, and go gome. Take the whole train ride back to Holland.

Took the train at 20.00hours.
Got back home at 23.45hours. And there she was on the couch crying.
Telling me she did not feel good, trembling, puking. She did not want to upset me, and did not want to ask me to come home....

Glad i did. My gut was right all along.

I once went to an event with an ex, and I was in a bit of a bad mood all day for various reasons, but the whole time, I felt like something really bad had happened to someone close or that a generally bad thing happened. The next day, I learnt that just a few hours before I went to the event, a classmate of mine washed up on the beach.

This is a more recent one. Past two years I have been having this feeling that my mother or father was about to pass away, and as the days got closer and closer to 2018, I decided to act on those fears. At the time I was living and working over-seas, and had a very bad relationship with my father. My sister also had an even worst relationship with him....Well, around this time last year I moved back to the USA to (above many other things) make an attempt at mending our relationship and to work hard to get my sister on board...And that feeling of dread that I would never talk to him again, kept getting stronger and stronger..Eventually, earlier this year, we all did become closer. My father remarried at the age of 65 ( i couldnt attend the wedding but my sister did) and for a second I kinda felt that maybe I was just acting on weird impulses...I talked to him right before his honeymoon to Jamiaca, and he sounded excited and giddy as a kid and that is mostly because he had NEVER traveled outside the USA and was deathly afraid of Airplanes...


That was the last time I talked to him. He passed away 2 weeks later to unknown causes.

One day I was sitting around the house and my dad told me he was heading over to the neighbors about half a mile up the road (His best friend since childhood.) He was going to help with some stuff over there like clearing snow, cutting up a deer from the fall etc. He was gone for an hour or so and came back to grab his carving knives that he'd forgotten. He was standing in the kitchen sharpening them real quick when an ambulance went flying past our house easily close to 80mph+. I instantly felt off. Our road has maybe a dozen houses past ours, no matter who it was it was someone we knew. Dad made the off handed remark, "well at least it's not us."

He was just about to leave when the phone rang. It was his friend's wife. He had a massive heart attack shortly after my dad had left.

Im sure my dad's comment haunts him even today several years later. Because it was just the beginning. Only 3 days later at christmas we discovered his mother had been having small strokes for months and the doctors hadn't caught it. She was gone before spring. More than that, entire branches of his family tree started falling off.

Personal story. I woke up with this horrible feeling like something bad was going to happen. I managed to shake it and then our newly adopted lab mix puppy wouldn’t leave me alone. My husband was at the church building 500 feet away. I knew I was pregnant-test was positive a few weeks ago. I started cramping and as I was sitting in the living room I felt something. I ran to our bathroom leaving a trail of blood behind me. A few minutes later in my bathroom I miscarried. It’s been almost 7 years it still haunts me I knew something bad was going to happen but that devastated me. Two weeks later my husband lost his dad then his grandma. All within a month. I had the same feeling when I went to see my husband at work (he was a preacher had an office at the church) he got the call about his dad-I knew something bad was about to happen. 30 minutes later his brother calls and says “dads gone”. We both lost it. I trust those something is going to be so wrong feelings most of the time they come true.

Woke up one morning and our Aussie -- a dog that slept every day of his 13 years on the bed with us -- wasn't next to me. I felt a stab of panic that I tried to rationalize ("he's just napping on the floor, or outside peeing, or..."), but it wouldn't go away.

I got up and found him lying on the patio, but otherwise normal. That evening, though, he wouldn't eat. 24 hours later the vet suspected meningitis or something similar and we had to say goodbye. Such a gut punch, even still.