30 Times People’s Intuition Told Them “Leave Now,” And They Were Glad They Listened

I went to dinner with someone I knew was a bad driver. On the way home, we came upon the road we needed to take to get down the hill. A dark road notorious for its accidents. As we prepared to turn onto it, instinct told me to close my eyes tight. I did. She pulled out, right into the path of an oncoming car. They honked urgently and she turned the steering wheel hard to the right, driving our car onto a sidewalk. We didn't get hit and, thankfully, there was no one walking there. That was the last time I ever rode with her.

Checked into a hotel and something felt very off. Weird people hanging around, watching us. Even in the room for only two minutes I felt my skin crawling. Turned in our key and left. I am certain something would have happened if we stayed.

This happened during 4th of July weekend. My friend works a rigorous schedule for his job and couldn’t leave town so we hung out and decided to go see a movie.

Naturally, no one’s in the theater besides us and a couple. We sat upper level right in the center, the couple was a few rows in front of us. And then 15 minutes after the movie had already started, this guy walked up through the tunnel, paused to look around for about 5-10 seconds and then he sat down right on the aisle row dividing the lower and upper level but towards the other end of where he walked in from. He had a backpack on, dropped it on his seat, then he walked out of the theater. I’m wondering if it’s just me or if that’s a crimson red flag. I asked my friend if he saw that guy leave a backpack, but he didn’t notice it.

About 10 minutes go by, and the guy comes back into the theater. He sits down in his seat, picks up his backpack, and starts taking stuff out of his backpack. At that point, my friend notices what’s going on, and we both agreed to get out of the theater and moved fast. Not sure what he was doing or why he had what looked like a bunch of stuff, but they looked like medium to larger size objects that he was pulling out of the backpack. No clue what they could’ve been. It was the most uncomfortable I have ever felt in a public setting ever.

My mom had a gravel road that went behind all the houses on the street. My cousin and I were playing out back in a gravel pit ofc. And someone walks up behind us and asks if we want a cigarette...Im glad I was smart enough to say "I think my mom's calling us" and we ran to my mom. Obviously dude was gone 🤷‍♀️ age is choppy but I'm guessing 7.

My husband and I were in an Irish bar in the Les Halles area of Paris in 2009. There was a soccer match between Ireland and France. My husband is a big Ireland fan and was outnumbered The place was packed. We got to talking with a small group of young men who seemed very friendly. Almost too friendly. They claimed to be French Foreign Legion. One of them insisted on getting a round of drinks for the table. I all of a sudden had the strongest feeling that we needed to leave right away. I convinced my husband and we bolted. I’ll never know if it was the right decision but I’m glad we left.

My husband was finishing up a gig with his band. I was helping him load up the equipment and two people (a guy and a girl) were arguing loudly in a car across the parking lot. Then another guy goes up to the car and things get really loud. I went back into the bar and told my husband that we were leaving right then.
I just felt bad vibes coming from this argument. I could tell it would likely escalate and get very ugly.

Every year for about a week every summer in July, August time of year my family would go up to cape cod with some of my college friends who owned a bit of private land near the beach. Pretty much everyday we would go down the the beach and have fun well it was about the last day that we were there and I was just tired of the beach so I asked if I could stay home. Now at the time I was about seven or eight and they couldn’t just leave me alone in a house that wasn’t even their own so my dad stayed home with me so we played a few board games and waited so everyone to come home from the beach. Now one of my dads friends brothers had a boat and just happened to be there today without telling anyone and they decided to go for a little boat ride now you see it was a foggy morning and with a bunch of little children they weren’t really paying attention to their surroundings and crashed the boat in rocks so at the time I was probably playing life with my dad and had no idea what was happening so about two hours later they come back and grumpy wet and miserable I ask my big brother what happened and he said that they crashed the boat about half a mile from shore and had to swim back.
So I avoided a boat crash by being a grumpy 7 year old.

Not we need to leave, but stay. My mom was taking me to soccer practice and I stopped for a second in the middle of the yard. My mom yelled to hurry up. No idea why I stopped.

Jumped in the car.

Two blocks down the road we get t-boned by a car going to wrong way down a one way. Rips the front of the car near off. We were both fine.

I walked into an antique shop. There was this one room that showcased a ton of large armoires, dressers, china closets, etc. I got this choking sensation there. I could hear and feel each piece of furniture calling for my attention like “hey!! Here I am! Notice me.”. It was like they were all speaking to me and vying for my attention. It was suffocating. I got so freaked out that I ran out of there and never walked into another antique shop again.

I was parked outside Skinwalker Ranch to see what I could experience, and got the worst, darkest, heaviest feeling of doom. You betcha I skedaddled.