A good rule of thumb to follow is to always trust your gut. If your instincts are sounding the alarm bells left and right, yelling at you that something is wrong, then it probably is. Listening to that feeling of yours can protect not just you, but the folks you care about, too.
In a brutally honest and captivating online thread, AskReddit revealed the times that their instincts told them that they or someone else was in danger, and that they needed to leave ASAP. They went into detail about what happened when they decided to ignore their instincts and stay. Keep scrolling to read their scary experiences. And remember… always, always, always trust your gut!
#1
I got this feeling on my wedding day to my now ex husband. Getting my hair & makeup done, putting on the big white dress, listening to how excited everyone was, and the entire time I felt white and sick to my stomach. It was like a burning ball inside me, and I felt cold all over. I kept wanting to hide, and I remember my Dad jokingly saying "We can still make a run for it!" and I wish now I'd of taken him up on it. Not even three months after the wedding, he started picking out what I could wear (you shouldn't be wearing pants, women should wear skirts & dresses!), complaining that I wasn't working TWO jobs instead of just one, and not ever letting me out of his sight when I was home from work (I couldn't even walk to the mailbox alone).
A month or so after that, when I'd had enough and started pushing back, he attacked me and started hitting me, right in front of his brother. I remember begging his brother to help me, and instead he sneered and said "Women like you get what you deserve", and when I yelled that I would call the cops, my husband said "Go ahead, I have many cop friends." The very next day I made a phone call to an old school friend telling him my address and that I would be at the end of the road at a certain time. When my husband was outside working on his boat, I threw a few clothes into a bag and ran.
Filed for divorce and never looked back. Ended up working two jobs (haha) and living with my grandmother until I could get back on my feet. Listen to your gut ladies. It might save you a lot of bruises and maybe even your life!
A month or so after that, when I'd had enough and started pushing back, he attacked me and started hitting me, right in front of his brother. I remember begging his brother to help me, and instead he sneered and said "Women like you get what you deserve", and when I yelled that I would call the cops, my husband said "Go ahead, I have many cop friends." The very next day I made a phone call to an old school friend telling him my address and that I would be at the end of the road at a certain time. When my husband was outside working on his boat, I threw a few clothes into a bag and ran.
Filed for divorce and never looked back. Ended up working two jobs (haha) and living with my grandmother until I could get back on my feet. Listen to your gut ladies. It might save you a lot of bruises and maybe even your life!
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#2
When I was a teenager I was best friends with a girl who had an older brother who had mental health issues. This led to him also drinking a lot and generally being a d**k.
One night we were hanging out in her basement and he came home drunk. As soon as I heard him coming down the stairs I knew it was going to be bad.
He walked into the room, looked at us and said “ What are you b**ches doing down here?”
My friend had a big shepherd/ chow mix and the dog immediately got up and stood between him and us growling.
My friend yelled for her dad and that set her brother off. He lunged at her and the dog grabbed him by the arm. Suddenly I was trapped standing on a couch, up against the wall .
Her brother is on the ground kicking at the dog. The dog is clamped down on his arm and not letting go. My friend is next to me screaming for her dad.
Dad rushes in, tries to separate them to no avail. Her Mom had called the cops from upstairs ( not the first time ) and they show up.
I s**t you not, the second the cops came the dog let go on his own and stood in front of my friend again. Cops arrest her brother and her dad drives me home. I never went over their again unless she could promise me he wouldn’t be there.
One night we were hanging out in her basement and he came home drunk. As soon as I heard him coming down the stairs I knew it was going to be bad.
He walked into the room, looked at us and said “ What are you b**ches doing down here?”
My friend had a big shepherd/ chow mix and the dog immediately got up and stood between him and us growling.
My friend yelled for her dad and that set her brother off. He lunged at her and the dog grabbed him by the arm. Suddenly I was trapped standing on a couch, up against the wall .
Her brother is on the ground kicking at the dog. The dog is clamped down on his arm and not letting go. My friend is next to me screaming for her dad.
Dad rushes in, tries to separate them to no avail. Her Mom had called the cops from upstairs ( not the first time ) and they show up.
I s**t you not, the second the cops came the dog let go on his own and stood in front of my friend again. Cops arrest her brother and her dad drives me home. I never went over their again unless she could promise me he wouldn’t be there.
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#3
In 5th grade my math teacher made me and another girl stay after school. He said we did too well on the test. We must have cheated. I always got a weird feeling around him, but when it was just him and us, he was actually smelling our hair. When I finished my test, he told me to leave.
There was no way that I was going to leave him alone with the other girl. I told him my dad said I had to walk home with the other girl. The teacher said I was lying. I was, but I told him to call my dad and tell my dad that he thought his daughter was a cheater and a liar. My dad was super friendly but built like a grizzy bear. He let me wait for her to finish the test.
There was no way that I was going to leave him alone with the other girl. I told him my dad said I had to walk home with the other girl. The teacher said I was lying. I was, but I told him to call my dad and tell my dad that he thought his daughter was a cheater and a liar. My dad was super friendly but built like a grizzy bear. He let me wait for her to finish the test.
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As noted by the BBC, people tend to be the most accurate with their gut feelings when judging other individuals’ honesty. When asked to go with your intuition, you are more likely to guess correctly that someone is lying about an event than when you have to think through and verbalize the reasons.
However, how strong your intuition is depends a lot on your life experiences. “The unconscious brain rifles through its stored knowledge to find the best answer to our problems, without us consciously recalling the precise memories that power those feelings.”
The BBC points out that intuitive decision making can be especially vital when you’ve got tons of complex information to process. When you let your mind wander and do activities unrelated to all of that data overload, your unconscious brain sifts through the info.
#4
Participating in the LDS (Mormon) Temple endowment ceremony as an 18 year old kid. Made terrifying promises to a religion and a god without having much say in the matter which then created severe anxiety, shame, and guilt that I lived with on a daily basis until I finally left the cult 8 years later.
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#5
Ive been r***d twice by two different men. I dont stay anywhere that my internal alarms tell me not to. I also don't really trust men. 1 was a guy I didnt know well. The other was a man I had known since I was 14, was like a father to me, and had never done anything that would lead me to believe he would do that.
The first one took my virginity when I was 13. Friends left me f****d up (d***s and alcohol) and passed out. I woke up to this happening.
The second one was the worst though. I trusted this man with my life. We were all partying and drinking (I was in my mid 20s) and I got too drunk to drive and decided to stay and sleep it off. As I'm falling asleep my alarms start ringing, I needed to get up and go home asap. I'm like nah, all is good in safe here. I always was before, right? Not that night... That's the one that still haunts me.
The first one took my virginity when I was 13. Friends left me f****d up (d***s and alcohol) and passed out. I woke up to this happening.
The second one was the worst though. I trusted this man with my life. We were all partying and drinking (I was in my mid 20s) and I got too drunk to drive and decided to stay and sleep it off. As I'm falling asleep my alarms start ringing, I needed to get up and go home asap. I'm like nah, all is good in safe here. I always was before, right? Not that night... That's the one that still haunts me.
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#6
I got invited to a party by some random guy I met outside a club, I went to said "party" with him as I was drunk and thought "Sure, why not?", this entailed going to a run down house in a Council Estate (the UK equivalent of a Project I guess), to enter the house we had to climb in through a window where there were five people sat in a circle made of half broken chairs and a mouldy couch. After entering the window the guy locked it behind him, it was at this point I instantly felt sober again and realised that something was wrong.
That's when the Cr*ck C*****e and H****n came out, a woman who was part of the circle who apparently owned the house started telling a story about how her husband had hung himself in the stairwell, her kids had been taken away and that she kept a sharpened screwdriver under her pillow in case "they" came for her.
I was well past wanting to leave at this point, I didn't have an escape though and my nervousness showed, that's when paranoia set in within the "circle", the guy who had brought me there had become incredibly tense, the slightest noise and he would flip out. He stood by the curtains peeping through mumbling to himself about the police watching him. I had to prove I wasn't wearing a "wire" at this point.
Before long however the d***s began to run out, this made the paranoia be temporarily forgotten. I saw a chance here and said I had money and I could buy more d***s, the guy said he would book a taxi for us to go in.
About 15 minutes later a taxi turned up, he unlocked the window and I jumped out first and slammed it shut behind me, ran as fast as I could towards the taxi, jumped in the front seat and just shouted "DRIVE!, DRIVE!" to the taxi driver who took off down the street and to the safety of home.
Closest I've ever felt to being m******d.
That's when the Cr*ck C*****e and H****n came out, a woman who was part of the circle who apparently owned the house started telling a story about how her husband had hung himself in the stairwell, her kids had been taken away and that she kept a sharpened screwdriver under her pillow in case "they" came for her.
I was well past wanting to leave at this point, I didn't have an escape though and my nervousness showed, that's when paranoia set in within the "circle", the guy who had brought me there had become incredibly tense, the slightest noise and he would flip out. He stood by the curtains peeping through mumbling to himself about the police watching him. I had to prove I wasn't wearing a "wire" at this point.
Before long however the d***s began to run out, this made the paranoia be temporarily forgotten. I saw a chance here and said I had money and I could buy more d***s, the guy said he would book a taxi for us to go in.
About 15 minutes later a taxi turned up, he unlocked the window and I jumped out first and slammed it shut behind me, ran as fast as I could towards the taxi, jumped in the front seat and just shouted "DRIVE!, DRIVE!" to the taxi driver who took off down the street and to the safety of home.
Closest I've ever felt to being m******d.
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When you focus too much on analyzing your options, you can sometimes end up making worse decisions than when you rely on your often quite accurate, intuitive impressions. In short, when you feel overwhelmed, take a breather, get some space, and let your mind sort things out on its own.
Meanwhile, if you want to improve your intuition, you should aim to grow in terms of emotional intelligence. A core part of that means working to understand exactly what it is you’re feeling and where those emotions come from. “Over time, you may find it easier to discern when you are receiving a genuine and accurate signal. Your gut feelings will never be completely foolproof, but with practice, they can become an important guide.”
#7
5 years ago I was at a family Christmas party, (I was 10) to visit my dad's side of the family as we new he wouldn't be there because he was in jail. My memory's a little fuzzy due to a lot of memory blockage but I remember feeling very sick and uncomfortable on the way there. I wanted to leave immediately but ended up staying.
The whole time I felt like my body was screaming at me that something was wrong and I needed to get the hell out. I was extremely uncomfortable the whole time and everytime I went near my uncle, usually because he wanted a hug, the feeling got worse.
There was one moment when I was sitting on my other uncles lap (let's call him B), because I really adored him and hadn't seen him in ages, and I was really tired, and I felt safe. Eventually he had to get up and my uncle who made me uncomfortable (let's call him K) suggested I sit on his lap. I agreed uncomfortably.
Every fibre of my being screamed and twisted, and I froze in place. It felt nothing like sitting on B's lap. It felt disgusting and made me want to scream. I got off not soon after and went to the bathroom and cried. I felt so sick and horrible and I just wanted to leave. I was terrified because I had no idea what was going on. I tried my best to avoid K for the rest of the evening before we eventually left.
Halfway during the drive back home I broke into hysterics. I was screaming and crying in the front seat and my mother was terrified because I wouldn't tell her what was wrong. Part of my memory had come back and I remembered/realised uncle K had sexually a**sed me for most of my childhood. Still severely suffering from that.
The whole time I felt like my body was screaming at me that something was wrong and I needed to get the hell out. I was extremely uncomfortable the whole time and everytime I went near my uncle, usually because he wanted a hug, the feeling got worse.
There was one moment when I was sitting on my other uncles lap (let's call him B), because I really adored him and hadn't seen him in ages, and I was really tired, and I felt safe. Eventually he had to get up and my uncle who made me uncomfortable (let's call him K) suggested I sit on his lap. I agreed uncomfortably.
Every fibre of my being screamed and twisted, and I froze in place. It felt nothing like sitting on B's lap. It felt disgusting and made me want to scream. I got off not soon after and went to the bathroom and cried. I felt so sick and horrible and I just wanted to leave. I was terrified because I had no idea what was going on. I tried my best to avoid K for the rest of the evening before we eventually left.
Halfway during the drive back home I broke into hysterics. I was screaming and crying in the front seat and my mother was terrified because I wouldn't tell her what was wrong. Part of my memory had come back and I remembered/realised uncle K had sexually a**sed me for most of my childhood. Still severely suffering from that.
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#8
Lots of bad stories but I don't feel like telling those.
Probably the biggest life lessons had to do with getting fired. I was unhappy with my workplace but stuck it out because I believed that's what you do. If I ever get that feeling again, I'm looking for work elsewhere. It doesn't matter how woke your workplace claims to be, if you're feeling stressed and like people are out to get you, they are.
Same with romantic relationships, friends, whatever. That's your early warning system, listen.
Probably the biggest life lessons had to do with getting fired. I was unhappy with my workplace but stuck it out because I believed that's what you do. If I ever get that feeling again, I'm looking for work elsewhere. It doesn't matter how woke your workplace claims to be, if you're feeling stressed and like people are out to get you, they are.
Same with romantic relationships, friends, whatever. That's your early warning system, listen.
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#9
Happened when I was in High School. I had finally broken up with my boyfriend who was super a*****e but also incredibly popular at the school. But, after a month or so of dating he started hitting me when I disagreed with him and r***d me a few times. I had gone to the school counselor and she discouraged me from going to the police because it could “ruin his life” and turn me into a “social pariah.”
Anyway, after being discouraged from reporting and being afraid to tell my parents because I didn’t want to upset them I finally broke up with him. One night the weekend after the break up one of his friends called my home phone at 1 am. I answered the phone before my parents woke up and the “friend” informed me that my ex was incredibly drunk and ill. That he needed someone to take him home or the hospital. They were all freaking out but everyone at the party was too drunk to drive. Could I come get him? I said no and told him to just call my ex’s parents. But he freaked and threatened to just keep calling my home number until my parents woke up. And I didn’t want to have to explain everything to my parents because I was a dumb 16 year old girl. So I snuck out of the house and drove over to the party. The friend told me my ex was in the upstairs master bathroom. When I opened the door I was immediately grabbed by multiple guys. My ex and several of his friends had decided to punish me for leaving him. They pushed me over the tub and took turns holding me down to r**e me. I’m not even sure how many guys were there. I think 4-5. I was screaming my head off and finally someone else at the party heard. It was one of my own guy friends. He threw the guys off me and carried me out of the house. I was pretty shaken up. He asked what I wanted to do and I just wanted to go home because I was just so afraid. So he put me in my car and he got in his truck and followed me home. And for the rest of the school year he escorted me from my car to all of my classes and back to my car every single day without me even asking him to. He 100% saved my life that night. I’m so thankful for him and I just wish that I had been brave enough to have ignored that dumb school counselors advice and gone to the police all those years ago.
Anyway, after being discouraged from reporting and being afraid to tell my parents because I didn’t want to upset them I finally broke up with him. One night the weekend after the break up one of his friends called my home phone at 1 am. I answered the phone before my parents woke up and the “friend” informed me that my ex was incredibly drunk and ill. That he needed someone to take him home or the hospital. They were all freaking out but everyone at the party was too drunk to drive. Could I come get him? I said no and told him to just call my ex’s parents. But he freaked and threatened to just keep calling my home number until my parents woke up. And I didn’t want to have to explain everything to my parents because I was a dumb 16 year old girl. So I snuck out of the house and drove over to the party. The friend told me my ex was in the upstairs master bathroom. When I opened the door I was immediately grabbed by multiple guys. My ex and several of his friends had decided to punish me for leaving him. They pushed me over the tub and took turns holding me down to r**e me. I’m not even sure how many guys were there. I think 4-5. I was screaming my head off and finally someone else at the party heard. It was one of my own guy friends. He threw the guys off me and carried me out of the house. I was pretty shaken up. He asked what I wanted to do and I just wanted to go home because I was just so afraid. So he put me in my car and he got in his truck and followed me home. And for the rest of the school year he escorted me from my car to all of my classes and back to my car every single day without me even asking him to. He 100% saved my life that night. I’m so thankful for him and I just wish that I had been brave enough to have ignored that dumb school counselors advice and gone to the police all those years ago.
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As per The Guardian, based on research done by neuroscientist and psychologist Joel Pearson, from the University of New South Wales, there are five rules for understanding and safely using your intuition. These rules are easy to remember using the acronym SMILE:
- Self-awareness of your emotional state, not trusting yourself when you’re stressed or emotional
- Mastery refers to the fact that your intuition isn’t reliable if it’s your first time doing something
- Impulses and innate reflexes are not the same as intuition
- Low probability means that our brains are bad at understanding odds, and we tend to attribute random events to intuition
- Environment refers to the idea that you should trust your gut only in predictable, familiar contexts
#10
I used to work at a theme park as a food and beverage supervisor (this was about 10 years ago).
I knew the place like the back of my hand because I grew up in the area and went a lot as a kid, and had been working there about 3 years.
During the quiet periods of the day we would take it in turns to go for a "cigarette break", our nearest break area was past a nearby rollercoaster. On my way back from one break I stop mid stride and look down at this coaster going under the path. "That didn't sound right" I think to myself. I check my radio is tuned in, and press on back to my food outlet.
20 minutes pass and I've forgotten about this when there is an almighty thud, the lights flicker and in less time than it took to check the fryer settings were ok my radio lights up, chaos on the waves.
I hear amongst the chaos "Echo 4, code 11, section 8" which roughly translates to "watsis-name, serious incident, emergency service access only, section 8." I respond "Received, on it."
We shut everything down and start redirecting customers around the area, that rollercoaster had crashed, 2 people died and 3 are now perminently disabled.
That turned out to be a rough day.
I knew the place like the back of my hand because I grew up in the area and went a lot as a kid, and had been working there about 3 years.
During the quiet periods of the day we would take it in turns to go for a "cigarette break", our nearest break area was past a nearby rollercoaster. On my way back from one break I stop mid stride and look down at this coaster going under the path. "That didn't sound right" I think to myself. I check my radio is tuned in, and press on back to my food outlet.
20 minutes pass and I've forgotten about this when there is an almighty thud, the lights flicker and in less time than it took to check the fryer settings were ok my radio lights up, chaos on the waves.
I hear amongst the chaos "Echo 4, code 11, section 8" which roughly translates to "watsis-name, serious incident, emergency service access only, section 8." I respond "Received, on it."
We shut everything down and start redirecting customers around the area, that rollercoaster had crashed, 2 people died and 3 are now perminently disabled.
That turned out to be a rough day.
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#11
I was walking home from the library in college and decided to dip into the bar to see friends. It was about midnight/1am when I left the bar, maybe after one drink, put my backpack back on and decided to call my brother who was three hours behind to walk me home. As we were chatting, I was getting into the more residential part of campus. Few people. Dark streets. And a guy starts walking along the other side of the road from me. I just barely notice. It’s a big two lane rd and he was about five feet behind. I sped up, slowed down, and he matched pace.
“[brothers name] I have to get off the phone and call the cops, a guy is following me” I said as loudly as I could.
The guy f*****g SPRINTS away as I hang up on my brother.
Being 20, I then decided it was stupid to call the cops if the guy was already gone, went back to the Main Street and found a sober guy and asked him to walk me home. Luckily, it worked out. My brother called like eight times to make sure I was okay.
There was a string of stabbings on campus that semester and I wish to this day I’d called the cops.
“[brothers name] I have to get off the phone and call the cops, a guy is following me” I said as loudly as I could.
The guy f*****g SPRINTS away as I hang up on my brother.
Being 20, I then decided it was stupid to call the cops if the guy was already gone, went back to the Main Street and found a sober guy and asked him to walk me home. Luckily, it worked out. My brother called like eight times to make sure I was okay.
There was a string of stabbings on campus that semester and I wish to this day I’d called the cops.
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#12
Story for my sister, who is no longer around to tell it.
My sister was absolutely beautiful, and it got her into a lot of trouble. She would often drop off, very into d***s and alcohol and partying a few states away from where I lived, so it wasn't uncommon for me to not hear from her for a while.
Well she went to a party one day. She said she wasn't comfortable pretty quickly, but they were giving her free d***s and she was an a****t so free anything was welcome. Next thing she knew, she was in their basement. There was never a full story of what happened. I learned all of this way post event, through sobs.
They kept her in the basement for weeks, dr**ging and r**ing her. She managed to get out because apparently one of the guys felt guilty, had a breakdown, and released her. She had newspaper clippings of the event and everything...
Trust your instincts, people. At worst, you're uncomfortable or make people grumpy. At best, your life could be saved, in more ways than one.
My sister was absolutely beautiful, and it got her into a lot of trouble. She would often drop off, very into d***s and alcohol and partying a few states away from where I lived, so it wasn't uncommon for me to not hear from her for a while.
Well she went to a party one day. She said she wasn't comfortable pretty quickly, but they were giving her free d***s and she was an a****t so free anything was welcome. Next thing she knew, she was in their basement. There was never a full story of what happened. I learned all of this way post event, through sobs.
They kept her in the basement for weeks, dr**ging and r**ing her. She managed to get out because apparently one of the guys felt guilty, had a breakdown, and released her. She had newspaper clippings of the event and everything...
Trust your instincts, people. At worst, you're uncomfortable or make people grumpy. At best, your life could be saved, in more ways than one.
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Which of these stories shocked you the most? When was the last time that your gut told you that something was incredibly wrong, and this turned out to be true? When did you last ignore your instincts? Generally speaking, do you think your instincts are trustworthy or do they miss more than they’re accurate?
We’d like to hear from you. Share your close-call experiences in the comments section at the bottom of this post.
#13
It was summer of 2016 and my mom wanted to do something fun as a family. We had been having a really tough year since my dad had died in February and we needed some time to have fun.
My mom, brother, sister, and best friend (she’s basically a part of the family) all went to the Wisconsin Dells and got a really nice room and everything. A few days into the trip, my sister started talking about how much she wanted to go horseback riding while we were there since she had never been. Horseback riding isn’t a big attraction of the Dells, but there was a small ranch a little bit out of our way that we could go to.
Nobody believes me when I tell them, but after we got out of the car and were about to meet the horses I felt this feeling of dread. I felt like something was going to go wrong and that we should leave. My mom convinced me that I was just nervous and we went to ride the horses.
We all got on our horses and everything was going fine. The group was led in a straight line down a path. So my brother was in front, my friend was in front of me, behind me was my sister, and behind her was my mother. (this doesn’t seem important, but you’ll understand later) Throughout the ride, my mother’s horse wanted to go faster and went in front of my sister. My sister got left behind a bit, but when we were getting off the horses she caught up.
At the station where we were getting off the horses, my mother’s horse was getting fussy. As I was getting off my horse, I heard my mom yell a bit, a lot of shuffling from her horse, and my sister scream. I look back and see my sister hunched over her horse and her flip flop had flown off her foot.
She got off the horse and upon trying to walk on the leg shrieked in agony. She got rushed to a hospital as soon as possible.
My mom’s horse had kicked my sister’s leg and snapped her calf in half.
Basically, the person leading our group of horses knew that my mom’s horse was supposed to stay in the back due to its habit of kicking, but didn’t enforce it. We couldn’t sue because of the contract we signed beforehand.
Sadly, the story doesn’t end there. We went home after the trip with my sister in a splint. The doctors near the Dells had said that surgery wouldn’t be necessary, but when she went to get a cast on back where we live, the doctors decided she would need surgery. During the surgery, they found that the wound had not been cleaned properly and that a hole down to her bone had been exposed all this time. She had three staph infections and needed to have a pic-line at home for weeks.
It also didn’t help that my sister is a very... agitated person. So after a while, my mother refused to help her due to the verbal abuse. This left me responsible for her medication and to take the abuse on myself.
Long story short, I should’ve listened to my instincts and made my family leave that ranch while we had the chance.
My mom, brother, sister, and best friend (she’s basically a part of the family) all went to the Wisconsin Dells and got a really nice room and everything. A few days into the trip, my sister started talking about how much she wanted to go horseback riding while we were there since she had never been. Horseback riding isn’t a big attraction of the Dells, but there was a small ranch a little bit out of our way that we could go to.
Nobody believes me when I tell them, but after we got out of the car and were about to meet the horses I felt this feeling of dread. I felt like something was going to go wrong and that we should leave. My mom convinced me that I was just nervous and we went to ride the horses.
We all got on our horses and everything was going fine. The group was led in a straight line down a path. So my brother was in front, my friend was in front of me, behind me was my sister, and behind her was my mother. (this doesn’t seem important, but you’ll understand later) Throughout the ride, my mother’s horse wanted to go faster and went in front of my sister. My sister got left behind a bit, but when we were getting off the horses she caught up.
At the station where we were getting off the horses, my mother’s horse was getting fussy. As I was getting off my horse, I heard my mom yell a bit, a lot of shuffling from her horse, and my sister scream. I look back and see my sister hunched over her horse and her flip flop had flown off her foot.
She got off the horse and upon trying to walk on the leg shrieked in agony. She got rushed to a hospital as soon as possible.
My mom’s horse had kicked my sister’s leg and snapped her calf in half.
Basically, the person leading our group of horses knew that my mom’s horse was supposed to stay in the back due to its habit of kicking, but didn’t enforce it. We couldn’t sue because of the contract we signed beforehand.
Sadly, the story doesn’t end there. We went home after the trip with my sister in a splint. The doctors near the Dells had said that surgery wouldn’t be necessary, but when she went to get a cast on back where we live, the doctors decided she would need surgery. During the surgery, they found that the wound had not been cleaned properly and that a hole down to her bone had been exposed all this time. She had three staph infections and needed to have a pic-line at home for weeks.
It also didn’t help that my sister is a very... agitated person. So after a while, my mother refused to help her due to the verbal abuse. This left me responsible for her medication and to take the abuse on myself.
Long story short, I should’ve listened to my instincts and made my family leave that ranch while we had the chance.
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#14
When I was 19, my friend (19F) and her sister and cousin (both 21F) and I, drove all the way from Boston to New Orleans to attend a three day music festival. We ended up meeting with a random group of guys (who also happened to be from Boston and had mutual friends) at a bar. We hung out together as one big group and went bar hopping. By the end of the night, when it was time to go back to where we were staying, my friend insisted on going to one of the guy's hotel rooms. I knew right then and there it was a bad idea and we needed to get out of there. However, she refused to listen. I could have left and gone back to where we were staying, but me her sister and her cousin, felt it would be better if we stayed with the group of guys in case something ended up happening to my friend. Me the cousin and the sister and the group of guys all walked down a side street to get liquor from a liquor store. While walking down that street we were robbed at gunpoint. The guys we were with RAN AWAY. The men who were robbing us took everything. After the robbery, a police officer let us use his phone to call my friend. Because we were mad at her for putting us in the situation SHE REFUSED TO HELP US. I have never hated somebody more in my life.
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#15
I was hiking down a trail and I felt like I was being watched. I've read a lot of stories about people going missing in the woods, so I was hyper aware of every little thing. Instead of going down this one path, I turned around and walked back. I still felt like I was being watched, so I power up my blue tooth speaker, plug in my hiking mp3 and blast some heavy music. A few minutes later the feeling passes.
A day later I heard someone was attacked by a mountain lion on the trail I was going to hike on.
A day later I heard someone was attacked by a mountain lion on the trail I was going to hike on.
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#16
This one’s a bit long so bear with me. I went to a house party thrown by a friend and while i was there, i met a bunch of people whom i ended up having fun with. A little while after midnight, one of the guys i met asked if i wanna go clubbing with their group so he called an uber and i went with them.
The red flags started popping up when we were lining up for the first club we went to. He was saying stuff like “i only wanted to go to town bc you wanted to” even tho he was the one who asked me to come. He then proceeded asking questions about my living situation. I live in a very strict apartment where u need an access keycard just to get into the building and one of the rules stated in the contract was no visitors after 10pm. The guy clearly wanted to go home with me after clubbing because he kept trying to make loopholes just so he could come back with me to my place. I was persistent in saying no to all his efforts on that matter.
Later on, when we finally got into the club, we “lost” the other people we came with. At that time i didnt think much of it, but looking back at it, i now find it quite dodgy how he didnt even try and look for them and that he was intentionally trying to separate me and him from the group. After buying some drinks, me and the guy (it was just the two of us at this point) bumped into a group of people he knew from high school while the guys were catching up, i was talking to the girls in that group. They were so kind and friendly that I was gonna stay a bit longer to talk, but the guy pulled me away and said “theyre just gonna talk your ear off” and pulled me to the dance floor. Not even 30 minutes later, he asked me if I wanna go to a different club bc the music sucked at that one and I agreed to it. While we were making our way thru the crowd, heading for the exit, i saw one of the guys who we were with at the beginning of that night and I tried calling out his name, but the guy ended up pulling me away and saying “it’s fine. He’s in his own vibe, let’s just go.”
When we were walking to the other club, he was telling me about the fights he’s had at his workplace and it honestly kind of bothered me how much he was bragging about getting into fights (he works at a club but that night it was his day off). When we finally got to the other club, I felt more and more uncomfortable as he was trying to position me so he can grind on me, while we were on the dancefloor. He was literally grabbing me like I’m a ragdoll. Everytime I move towards the crowd, he would try and lead me back towards the wall and it confused me at first as to why he was doing that. Eventually, he tried pinning me against the wall and talking to me with his mouth close to my ear, as though he was just waiting for the timing to try and do something else. I managed to get away from that position, but then he grabbed me and wrapped one arm around my waist and the other one was kinda just going places while his groin was pressed against my back. I was trying my best to move forward to break free from him but every time I do, he would just pull me back.
After a while, I told him I needed water, because I was trying to come up with a way to get away from him but he just followed me. While I was at the bar getting water, I told him I was tired and I just wanted to go home and he became agitated, telling me I k**led his vibe and how I ruined his night and he wouldnt have gone clubbing if it weren’t for me, etc.
I’m thankful nothing worse happened to me that night, but to be honest, I let my fear and anxiety get the best of me hence why I decided to just go with the flow instead of walking away from the situation or calling a bouncer for help because I didn’t want to cause a scene and create drama especially because we have mutual friends. I’ve definitely learned my lesson tho.
The red flags started popping up when we were lining up for the first club we went to. He was saying stuff like “i only wanted to go to town bc you wanted to” even tho he was the one who asked me to come. He then proceeded asking questions about my living situation. I live in a very strict apartment where u need an access keycard just to get into the building and one of the rules stated in the contract was no visitors after 10pm. The guy clearly wanted to go home with me after clubbing because he kept trying to make loopholes just so he could come back with me to my place. I was persistent in saying no to all his efforts on that matter.
Later on, when we finally got into the club, we “lost” the other people we came with. At that time i didnt think much of it, but looking back at it, i now find it quite dodgy how he didnt even try and look for them and that he was intentionally trying to separate me and him from the group. After buying some drinks, me and the guy (it was just the two of us at this point) bumped into a group of people he knew from high school while the guys were catching up, i was talking to the girls in that group. They were so kind and friendly that I was gonna stay a bit longer to talk, but the guy pulled me away and said “theyre just gonna talk your ear off” and pulled me to the dance floor. Not even 30 minutes later, he asked me if I wanna go to a different club bc the music sucked at that one and I agreed to it. While we were making our way thru the crowd, heading for the exit, i saw one of the guys who we were with at the beginning of that night and I tried calling out his name, but the guy ended up pulling me away and saying “it’s fine. He’s in his own vibe, let’s just go.”
When we were walking to the other club, he was telling me about the fights he’s had at his workplace and it honestly kind of bothered me how much he was bragging about getting into fights (he works at a club but that night it was his day off). When we finally got to the other club, I felt more and more uncomfortable as he was trying to position me so he can grind on me, while we were on the dancefloor. He was literally grabbing me like I’m a ragdoll. Everytime I move towards the crowd, he would try and lead me back towards the wall and it confused me at first as to why he was doing that. Eventually, he tried pinning me against the wall and talking to me with his mouth close to my ear, as though he was just waiting for the timing to try and do something else. I managed to get away from that position, but then he grabbed me and wrapped one arm around my waist and the other one was kinda just going places while his groin was pressed against my back. I was trying my best to move forward to break free from him but every time I do, he would just pull me back.
After a while, I told him I needed water, because I was trying to come up with a way to get away from him but he just followed me. While I was at the bar getting water, I told him I was tired and I just wanted to go home and he became agitated, telling me I k**led his vibe and how I ruined his night and he wouldnt have gone clubbing if it weren’t for me, etc.
I’m thankful nothing worse happened to me that night, but to be honest, I let my fear and anxiety get the best of me hence why I decided to just go with the flow instead of walking away from the situation or calling a bouncer for help because I didn’t want to cause a scene and create drama especially because we have mutual friends. I’ve definitely learned my lesson tho.
29points
#17
I went to the CN Tower with my family. As soon as we got to the top, I started feeling like something was wrong but I couldn't pinpoint what the problem was.
I didn't see anything amiss, I was not in pain or dizzy or anything, but I just knew I had to leave. Since I was 10, I couldn't just go back down on my own and I didn't want to ruin my family's fun so I tried to ignore the feeling.
Every second I was up there the feeling that I had to leave got stronger and stronger. After about 5 minutes I couldn't ignore it anymore and found my dad and told him I was going back down. At least, I tried to tell him, I got about two words out and everything went black.
I woke up to a crowd of people standing over me and an employee bringing me a wheelchair. The first thing the employee asked was if I had ear problems. I do have extensive ear problems.
Turns out that people with ear problems are known to have issues with adjusting to the change in altitude when going up the tower. I'm just glad I learned that lesson before I ever tried to get on an airplane haha.
I didn't see anything amiss, I was not in pain or dizzy or anything, but I just knew I had to leave. Since I was 10, I couldn't just go back down on my own and I didn't want to ruin my family's fun so I tried to ignore the feeling.
Every second I was up there the feeling that I had to leave got stronger and stronger. After about 5 minutes I couldn't ignore it anymore and found my dad and told him I was going back down. At least, I tried to tell him, I got about two words out and everything went black.
I woke up to a crowd of people standing over me and an employee bringing me a wheelchair. The first thing the employee asked was if I had ear problems. I do have extensive ear problems.
Turns out that people with ear problems are known to have issues with adjusting to the change in altitude when going up the tower. I'm just glad I learned that lesson before I ever tried to get on an airplane haha.
29points
#18
Trigger warning for child s*xual a**se.
I was about 4 or 5, so my brother was 2 or 3. We had a male babysitter who wanted to play a game of taking our pyjamas off. It was really weird and I wouldn’t do it, no matter how much he cajoled me.
I woke up in the night. My brother was standing up in his crib, laughing. My pyjama bottoms had been removed and I was being molested.
I sat up and he left the room. I got dressed again and waited for my parents to come home, wired with adrenaline. I heard them when they came back. I waited until I could hear that the babysitter was out of the house. Then I ran out to my parents and told them what happened. They didn’t really seem to react, and sent me back to bed.
So I did everything right. The next part is what really f****d up my childhood. A few days later, my mother sat me down and said they had spoken with the sitter’s mother and he wasn’t going to do that again, the next time he was going to babysit. I felt rage.
In the following years, I always knew I had been molested but I blanked out the part about my parents trying to bring the babysitter back. But I did recall it and the “why?” burned within me. I was also in therapy, where I was diagnosed with PTSD. . I finally asked my mother why? She said it was the late 60’s, not everyone talked about sexual abuse, and they had not believed me. Until they tried to bring him back and I had an uncharacteristic temper tantrum.
So I learned that anger has its uses, otherwise I would have been molested again. To this day, I keep my mother at a distance, my father is dead.
I was about 4 or 5, so my brother was 2 or 3. We had a male babysitter who wanted to play a game of taking our pyjamas off. It was really weird and I wouldn’t do it, no matter how much he cajoled me.
I woke up in the night. My brother was standing up in his crib, laughing. My pyjama bottoms had been removed and I was being molested.
I sat up and he left the room. I got dressed again and waited for my parents to come home, wired with adrenaline. I heard them when they came back. I waited until I could hear that the babysitter was out of the house. Then I ran out to my parents and told them what happened. They didn’t really seem to react, and sent me back to bed.
So I did everything right. The next part is what really f****d up my childhood. A few days later, my mother sat me down and said they had spoken with the sitter’s mother and he wasn’t going to do that again, the next time he was going to babysit. I felt rage.
In the following years, I always knew I had been molested but I blanked out the part about my parents trying to bring the babysitter back. But I did recall it and the “why?” burned within me. I was also in therapy, where I was diagnosed with PTSD. . I finally asked my mother why? She said it was the late 60’s, not everyone talked about sexual abuse, and they had not believed me. Until they tried to bring him back and I had an uncharacteristic temper tantrum.
So I learned that anger has its uses, otherwise I would have been molested again. To this day, I keep my mother at a distance, my father is dead.
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#19
Family all visited my grandparents, and I always took that time to be rowdy outside with my cousin. We played games inside all day until they told us to play outside. Walking around at night with my cousin, we tried to come back to the house and turns out we got locked out, as it was like 12 and they thought we were in bed. We had his yellow lab, Yoshi, walking with us. They lived pretty deep in the country, so his dog was used to coyotes, bears, etc. I got this awful feeling in my chest, mentioned it to my cousin who just said "Yoshi isn't acting weird, so everything is okay!" I trusted that for the most part, but knew Yoshi could outrun us and we really didnt have a house to bolt back into in case something happened.
We kept walking until I nearly tripped on Yoshi who was just frozen and whimpering. Her tail was between her legs, and she was staring at this huge bush. The feeling I had in my gut hadn't left me, and I just panicked and stared into the bush. I heard a rustle and Yoshi started barking like crazy, before growling. My cousin and I took that queue to take off running back towards the house. I heard Yoshi yelp but we kept running.
Whatever it was didn't follow us, and after about 5 minutes Yoshi came running back to us. She didn't have any scratches on her, but it scared the s**t out of me. After we calmed down, I remembered my Grandma telling everyone she could have sworn she saw a Mountain Lion in her garden a few days ago. They were in Oklahoma, so no one took that seriously as a Mountain Lion that far into OK was pretty uncommon. Week or so later, it was all over the news that there was a Mountain Lion in the area. It had been hit and k**led a few miles from where we were. I am positive that the awful feeling I had was us being stalked.
We kept walking until I nearly tripped on Yoshi who was just frozen and whimpering. Her tail was between her legs, and she was staring at this huge bush. The feeling I had in my gut hadn't left me, and I just panicked and stared into the bush. I heard a rustle and Yoshi started barking like crazy, before growling. My cousin and I took that queue to take off running back towards the house. I heard Yoshi yelp but we kept running.
Whatever it was didn't follow us, and after about 5 minutes Yoshi came running back to us. She didn't have any scratches on her, but it scared the s**t out of me. After we calmed down, I remembered my Grandma telling everyone she could have sworn she saw a Mountain Lion in her garden a few days ago. They were in Oklahoma, so no one took that seriously as a Mountain Lion that far into OK was pretty uncommon. Week or so later, it was all over the news that there was a Mountain Lion in the area. It had been hit and k**led a few miles from where we were. I am positive that the awful feeling I had was us being stalked.
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#20
My old boss was an...interesting guy. He came from a rough part of town and had a bunch of tattoos that really made him look scary but he was actually a nice guy. I asked him about his massive chest tattoo which led him to a story about his younger brother, John.
John was a pretty gentle guy but he started hanging out with blokes from his home town that weren't exactly right in the head. One night they all hanging around drinking, as they did most nights when one of the blokes breaks out some m**h, John politely declines and just continues drinking. The energy was getting really weird, guys breaking windows with their bare fists, bleeding all over the place, verbal a**se being hurled, just an all round wonderful atmosphere. At one point someone broke out a tattoo gun and started doing home jobs. John really wanted to leave but couldn't because he was quite drunk so he had to stay. Some one ended up spiking his drink so while he was blacked out one of the guys tattooed a sw*stika on his forehead.
John was a pretty gentle guy but he started hanging out with blokes from his home town that weren't exactly right in the head. One night they all hanging around drinking, as they did most nights when one of the blokes breaks out some m**h, John politely declines and just continues drinking. The energy was getting really weird, guys breaking windows with their bare fists, bleeding all over the place, verbal a**se being hurled, just an all round wonderful atmosphere. At one point someone broke out a tattoo gun and started doing home jobs. John really wanted to leave but couldn't because he was quite drunk so he had to stay. Some one ended up spiking his drink so while he was blacked out one of the guys tattooed a sw*stika on his forehead.
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