31 Creepy Moments That Prove Gut Feelings Are There For A Reason

Letting a best friend back into my life multiple times and she did pretty much the same thing each time (pretty dumb of me to believe she changed for the better and each time it got worse).

I ate assorted chocolates that I randomly grabbed from Walmart. My gut was basically punching me as I ate about three, and without thinking I grabbed a Benadryl right after. Turned out one or more of said chocolates had peanuts in them. I pushed away the worry shortly after and immediately went to take a shower, as I had school tomorrow and it was already late enough.

By the time I got out, my stomach felt like someone had stabbed me repeatedly and I could barely stand. I thought it might’ve just been a stomach bug and tried to sleep it off/rest until I vomited. Well, after tossing and turning in agony, I finally got up and went into the bathroom.

As soon as I turned on the light, I looked and the mirror and freaked tf out. My ears had doubled in size, my face was puffy, and when I looked at my arms there were giant hives scattered around. I immediately called my grandma and she took me to the er, where they gave me a medicine (can’t remember what it was exactly) and stayed for a couple more hours until I was ok to go home. We were both genuinely surprised I didn’t asphyxiate due to how severe my allergy is, but I guess my random Benadryl pill helped me enough…?

Missed school the next day though so that was a plus, but I’ve now learned to thoroughly read labels instead of skimming through and reading just the “contains” and “may contain” lists at the bottom of the ingredients.

I lived on a “farm” way outside of city limits. People who don’t want their dogs anymore have a habit of dumping their dogs or other animals near our property thinking that millions of years of suppressed instincts will suddenly appear and the dog will be fine because nature.

I had chickens and they were my pride and joy. Sadly, chickens are very fragile and all the dogs+other critters that are around the property get to them sometimes.

We had this husky mix that we were going to potentially adopt in the moment that someone had recently dumped, solely because he got along well with the chickens and didn’t hurt them (he also got along with our dogs).

Now this is where things start to turn bad. I have anxiety and horrible sense of if I’m being paranoid or if it’s an actual gut feeling. We had to take our dog to the vet and when we got home we would take the husky to the vet.

Turns out that I was having a gut feeling but dismissed it. My mom is mean and I convinced myself that she would make a comment on how he had done so well before outside with the chickens that it would be fine if he was by himself for the day.

Wrong.

When my mom drove pass me and my aunt, she called saying there was some blood on him and that we should check on the chickens when we got home. My aunt goes into a panic and I got a sickly feeling in my stomach.

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When we got home, there was a disembodied chicken wing in our front yard. My aunt immediately covered my eyes and lead me inside while I was shaking. I wasn’t allowed outside until she had cleaned up in the front yard with my little sister. We tried looking around everywhere but we gave up for a bit.

It wasn’t until my dad got home we tried looking again. I was very upset and my sister is almost a textbook definition of lazy when it comes to looking for things. I screamed at her about what if it was her cat that was missing since I was missing five whole chickens.

I eventually found one. Pure grief is something I never want to experience ever again. Anger, grief, regret where the three pure emotions I felt that day. Three of my ladies were dead. Because I couldn’t tell a gut feeling to anxiety. I have two out of the five left, but I can never tell them that it was my fault that their sisters were killed. That one of my hens, the one out of her four sisters we had raised since they were chicks, were dead because I was an idiot. I’ve had chickens eaten and killed, but it never hurt as hard as this loss did. It was entirely my fault.

I never wanted more than to hurt an animal than I did that dog. I love animals and adore them, yet the amount of hatred and violence I held back from that dog. We only had him for twelve hours after the incident. I remember glaring at that dog as my mom held him and talked to his new owners on the phone. I stayed a good six to ten feet away so that way I wouldn’t do something I would regret.

I still don’t forgive myself for my chickens lives being lost. I would do anything to be able to tell them that I’m sorry and that they would be able to understand that.

The apartment I’m renting was being sold to a new landlord. The old landlord said not the worry cuz the new one said there was no plan on evictions at all. Still had a feeling I was gonna be evicted but didn’t worry too much about it. Now I might need to move back in with my parents because I didn’t plan on being kicked out.

Met a girl at a party. Had a gut feeling I shouldn't get involved with her. I have a lot of those feelings though and I usually listen them. This time I thought, maybe my gut is wrong? I never really tested it. I thought I could be rejecting perfectly decent girls for no reason.

So when she sat on my lap, made out with me, and we sealed the deal, I figured this wasn't so bad. Turned out we really liked eachother so we kept seeing eachother. After a few weeks of good times, it turned into year and a half relationship with crazy. Never doubted my gut again.

I bought a house in 2007. I just knew the housing market would crash, but I let the wife talk me into it.

The first time I felt my then-boyfriend at the time and I weren't going to work out now that we were long distance.

I ignored it, and we dated for another whole year, doing the "long distance, opposite work schedules" thing.

I ended up falling in love with someone else. It really hurt my long distance boyfriend and he is a really nice guy.

I'm married to the "other guy" because I actually listened to my gut on that one. But I wish I didn't have to hurt my ex in the process. He didn't deserve the way we ended.

Planning my first wedding.

I should have seen all the red flags and paid attention. All of the expectations and things that were never said but still expected to happen. I was set up for failure before I even knew there was something to watch for.

Quite a few times I ignored the gut instinct that the person I was romantically "talking to" didn't reciprocate interest until it became clear that they had ghosted me.

When I was going into high school, I went to two open houses and the first one went great. I was pretty indifferent of going into a new school. But the second HS I visited, I walked around for 5 minutes and ran into the bathroom and had a panic attack. Literally nothing was wrong. Nothing provoked it. I immediately told my friends I needed to leave and left like 10 minutes after it started. I remember telling my parents in the car “ something bad will happen there”. For other reasons I transferred to the school with the bad feeling. Two years later a stabbing happened outside the school and a student was m******d during school hours. I watched it happen while waiting for my ride.

Do you ever feel that you have that much of a connection with someone that if things were how they should be, you would have still been together?

I had such a someone and the events of this story happened while I was still in high school. If you know me from other threads, you should know I have a certain kind of gift.

Her name was Jennifer.

She was your traditional high school sweetheart, very sweet, very innocent, very alive. We had a lot of fun together, and she was very supportive of me in all that I did from academics to sports etc. It was also a great plus that she was very pretty. You can say we were having the time of our lives but I always felt like something was going to go wrong.

It started with some weird stuff happening about three months into our relationship. Headaches, body pain, blurry vision, which we all blamed to fatigue and stress. By the time we were about a year or so in our relationship I felt that she was really sick. Sometimes when she sings, she'll suddenly stop mid-song, or would sometimes get so agitated over the littlest things. By the time her family noticed, it was already too late.

So a year and a half from the time she said "Okay, I'll be your girlfriend," she was gone. It hit really hard. Especially since I always felt that I should have told her family about those headaches.

I always felt that despite now being 34 and happily married, if Jen was still alive we could've stuck together. I will always regret not having an us, but she will always have that special place in my heart for her, and I'm thankful she gave me a chance.