30 Times People's Gut Told Them To Leave Immediately Because Something Was Horribly Off

30 years ago I was young and I’d just moved to Vancouver from London and I still in ‘holiday’ mode so my guard was down. Because Vancouver then was utterly delightful and nothing like the s****y but if London I had left. So that night I’d met some new friends for a couple of drinks and then got a cab to my apartment.

I got out the cab and saw two guys walking towards me. I didn’t think much of it when they walked up the steps of my building behind me. I opened the door and held it for them (how f*****g stupid am I?). Just as I got to the elevator I realised they were standing weirdly, too close and either side of me not talking.

That’s when I realised I needed to get the absolute f**k out of there. I could hear the ancient elevator coming and just before it got to us, I pushed hard past one of them and ran. I banged on some of the neighbours doors and got to the stairs.

I heard them run, thankfully back out the main entrance and they left the building. If I’d gotten in that elevator I dread to think what would have happened. Always listen to your gut instinct and don’t be afraid to make a scene.

Walking to my now wife’s place in east London in the early 2000’s.Sunday afternoon, was eerily quiet, I passed under a sky crane that looked like it was being raised to a higher level. I remember thinking that if that collapsed on a busy day, there would be carnage. I booted it to my partner’s place and sat down to watch an old black and white movie, across the bottom of the tv screen a news flash came across. The crane I walked under had collapsed, k*****g 3 people. To this day it freaks me out.

I was ten or eleven years old. We were staying at a hotel in Nashville. I was roaming by myself in the lobby area when I suddenly had a sense someone was following me. I remember walking onto a bridge of some kind, it must have been outside in front of the hotel. I stop to “look at nature” but really I think I was trying to figure out what was going on. I sense someone has also stopped a bit past me. I look over and see a much older man, scraggly. He gave me this terrifying smile and everything in me just came alert in that moment. I turned and booked it back into the hotel lobby where I spotted a family of brothers I had been chatting with in the pool the day before. They were sitting just hanging out and I plopped right down with them. I remember telling them someone was following me but that’s about it. I never saw the guy again. I think about that moment a lot and wish I had told someone. But I never mentioned it to an adult. That man was a predator through and through.

I worked in a small, tourist town one summer in the 90's and there were always a lot of different people passing through, military groups, temporary staff, etc but a group of 3 guys in particular gave me the serious creeps. It near the end of the summer season and we went out on a quiet week night for a few good-bye drinks with some friends who leaving to return to school. The group got pared down to myself, 2 female coworkers (Cindy and Mindy) who were leaving and Rob, who Mindy had been casually dating. We had been hanging out at a pub and decide to head out to another bar as some friends had said they might be there.

We get there and the place is very empty, maybe 2-3 other tables and no sign of our friends but we decide to just have one more drink. We sit at a table that is tucked away and are just chatting over our drinks when a table of 3 guys move to the table next to us. The one guy keeps trying to aggressively strike up a conversation and making dumb/rude comments (negging lite). We are not interested, so I just give one word answers and focus on my friends...not rude, just not interested. At one point he starts getting pissy and belligerent as to why won't chat with them and I tell him, "Look, no one here is interested in hanging out with or chatting with you guys. We are having a last visit, please leave us alone." And he gets right irate and starts on about how "He is just trying to be friendly and people go out to bars to meet people and what is my problem!!". I tell him my problem is that he won't take a hint nor politely being told that we do not want to hang out and if he could just f**k off at this point. He calls me a rude b***h and moves with his buddies to a table in a differnet section of the bar and we don't see them again.

About an hour later, Cindy and I decide to head out..say our good-byes to Mindy and Rob and start walking home. Neither of us were intoxicated as we had each had about 4-5 beers in about 4 hours and I get this strong, urgent gut feeling that we need to hurry...so I grab Cindy's hand and say "Let's run home..bet we can make it the whole way without stopping!!". Cindy was a jogger and thought that was a great, funny idea, so we held hands and ran all the way to our accommodation.

Cindy and Mindy headed back to school and 2 days later, a police officer show up where I work. On that night we went out, a woman was s****************d near the bar we were at by men matching the description of the ones who came and sat next to us. The bartender kind of knew Rob and the police tracked him down for a statement and he was able to tell them where I worked (this was pre-cell phones so it took a few days to find the witnesses). Apparently, these guys left right after Cindy and I left, so who knows if they were looking for us or trying to follow us but because my brain was screaming RUN, we were long gone.

This was a few years ago. I had just finished a day of kayaking at lake Pillsbury in Northern California. I’m driving my two seater truck back to town when I come across three young men. It was a nice day so I’m driving with my window down when one of them called out to me saying they had been walking for days and requesting a ride.
The lake I was leaving is accessed by a long, winding, narrow dirt road in the mountains, basically in the middle of nowhere. It was a weekday afternoon so no one was really around and it didn’t look like these guys had any water with them. I instructed them to hop in the bed of the truck and I’ll drive them into town. It took about five minutes for the pit in my stomach to start to develop. Here I am in the middle of nowhere where outnumbered three to one and I suddenly have this feeling of dread.
I’m watching them in the rear view as I drive and they are talking amongst themselves and glancing my way. Now luckily for me, as I mentioned before, the road was dirt and windy. I speed up a bit to keep them off balance and keep an eye on them as best I could. It took about twenty minutes before the gut feeling finally started to dissipate. It took about forty five minutes until I was able to drop them off at a corner store in Potter Valley, where they offered me some cash. I declined and went about my day.
When I get home , I’m cleaning up my gear from the day and as I’m in the bed of the truck I find a bullet rolling around. I’m not sure what their intentions were but they couldn’t have been good.

I was in Vegas with one of my friends and called an Uber, leaving Paris and going to Park. The Uber pickup area for Paris is awful, in the parking garage without a lot of people around, so I already felt a bit on edge.

During the ride, I quickly noticed the driver wasn't following the GPS. It would tell him to turn left, and he would put that turn signal on, then switch to right at the last moment and go the opposite direction. This happened a couple of times, and then he turned into an empty looking parking garage. I yelled out to stop the car and that I needed to get out. We hopped out of the car, and quickly walked back towards Paris.

Scared the hell out of me.

More than a decade ago, my grandpa and me went for a holiday in the UK. 


Since it was our first time in a country where people drive on the left side on the road he did not feel safe navigating throug the traffic of a big, unfamiliar city and I was too young to drive, we decided to rely mostly in public transport during our stay in London.


I can't really remember where exactly we were heading, but our plan was to use the subway to get there, like we had done the previous days. But this time, both of us felt uneasy for reasons that neither of us could explain. He suggested we walk instead, which was very much unlike him, he always was more in the lazy side, that's how I know he must have felt similar to what I was feeling.


On our way through the city, several fire trucks and ambulances passed us with their horns blaring. It wasn't until watching the news the following day that we managed to make the connection. There had been a bombing at  a subway station that was two stops away from where we would have boarded the train and judging by the timing I am fairly certain the train that got blown up was the same we would have used.

An older (50's?) male coworker invited me and another young female coworker to hang out with his friend that had an arcade.

We get there, and only when I walk into the empty house of a middle aged man I never met did I realize just how weird this all was. The house was nearly empty and I was like, wtf where the games at? I was expecting like a public arcade that he owned, and we were brought to a house instead. And we were then directed to the basement.

The entire time walking down that long steep basement I was just thinking, there better be f*****g games down here. Because if there isn't, there's going to be a problem. It was dark as f**k and I couldn't really see anything.

Luckily, the unknown man turned on a light and there were indeed arcade games - pinball machines, DDR, those big guitar hero type games, all sorts of s**t. No windows or doors, which made me question how or why they got all these huge games down a narrow set of stairs. It was kinda uncomfortable the entire time. We tried to play games, but the guys didn't and just watched us play games which was kinda unsettling

Anyway, after a bit of awkward playing they offered we hang out upstairs. My friend suddenly says she has to leave to make it to some event. Oh f**k oh s**t, we came in different cars, I need to come up with something so I'm not left alone. I ended up choking and saying that I'm going to that event, too, and have to follow her there.

And that's how I crashed some kind of party at a synagogue.

I was 17 in my last year of high school. I was in the choir and had early morning choir practice on Wednesday mornings. I lived in an apartment building two blocks from the school. Between the school and my apartment were houses with a back alley that leadexactly from one to the other.
One morning as I was walking by myself to choir practice in the pitch black winter morning a car pulls up beside me. A man leans toward me. I am on the passage side door. He asks where a certain street is, and I tell him two blocks over and point. He then says get in a show me. I back up quick say no and run to school.

My friends had dragged me to a club I didn’t want to go to. After a while I saw a group of guys come in badly concealing guns and looking like they ha eaten week old s**t so I told my friends we needed to go and went straight for the exit. I was about three blocks away when I realized they hadn’t followed me out so I said “It’s too late for them now.” About four minutes later I saw people running. My friends started to run past me but stopped and said “How’d you get here so fast?” I said “I told you we needed to go,” and one of them said “I told everyone you were going to the bathroom.”.