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

I asked my dad to drive me to a friends house for a gathering, he refused. It was kinda weird he refused, and I normally would have kicked up a bit of a fuss since it’s a long and awkward train journey. But I calmly accepted that he wouldn’t be driving me, and I went and got the train.

There was an air show happening that day. An aeroplane engine failed mid performance and crashed onto the motorway. I would have been on that same strip of road at the same time it happened.

I’m so thankful my dad didn’t drive me that day.

I've never told anyone this. When I was very little, I used to go visit my Great Gran each week. One day, as we said goodbye, I kissed Great Gran on the cheek and a thought came through my mind that this was probably the last kiss I'll give her. I shook it off but then she passed away of course before our next visit. I haven't thought about it too hard for years but reading everyone else's stories just brought it back. I don't know what to do, say or think about it. It's really never happened again.

When I was a teen driving to work, I felt sick one day. I told my mom I was sick and that I probably shouldn't take my dad's car to drive to work; could she give me a lift? (Public transportation/taxis weren't an option -- it was so far rural that it was out of cellular service.) No, she said; I seemed fine, and I could drive. She just urged me to be careful.

So I started driving. I made it maybe two miles from my parents' house when I veered left off a dirt road, went down a slight incline, and head-on totaled my dad's car into a tree. Fortunately I was going less than 30 mph (rural, windy backwoods roads), so although the airbag went off, I was unhurt, and walked away. I had to wait almost an hour for another passerby to give me a ride home to let my mom know what had happened.

I knew I was sick. :(.

A few hours before I was fired. All of my logins for the organization's social media accounts stopped working and the people who would know the passwords wouldn't respond to my calls or texts. The number two at the org asks if I'll be in my office in a few hours and says he's going to swing by. He arrives, and the org number one is with him. Normally, if she was coming to the office she'd just text me and say, "I'm on my way in. You need coffee or anything?" My anxiety had been building for the past few hours, but once I saw number 1 walk in with number 2, I knew I'd be clearing out my office shortly.

Went to a drag strip with one of my friends. His dad had a 900 horsepower Mustang. Old Foxbody if that helps. Just driving there I had a bad feeling.

When we arrived, my buddy and I hopped out and went to grab some ice cream and some seats. My buddy kept going on and on how the Mustang was the best car to drive down that strip. I stopped listening since the bad feeling was getting worse.

The moment finally arrived. The Mustang was setting up to go. Then it happened. First gear was done. Second gear came and went. Then instead of third gear, a muffled explosion came from the car. My friend knew instantly what happened. Transmission just blew up.

We raced across the grounds trying to find his dad only to find the Mustang, hood opened and steaming. His dad was just cursing like a sailor. He finally calmed down to call a tow truck. In the end, the car was out of service for a good 6 months or so while he switched it to an automatic.