42 Times People Had A Terrible Gut Feeling And Later Learned Exactly Why

I was on a ghost hunting trip with a friend. She had asked someone where a good place to investigate might be. This dude gives precise instructions out to a "haunted" location. Where? I dunno. So, we're out driving around, trying to find this place. Finally, we come to the turn for the location. As I am slowing to prepare for this turn someone or something bellows "NO!". Needless to day I righted the car and got the fck outta there.

I was running in Spain and a guy collapsed on the path a little bit in front of me clutching his chest. I’m Canadian and was visiting, I didn’t have a phone or know what number to call. I noticed a second man kind in some bushes closer to him and he could help the man or call someone one but he just stood there. I ran back towards my hotel. When I loooked back collapsed man was standing back up again totally fine and the guy in the bushes was still there.

My mom told me this story. She and her best friend, also a woman, went on vacation to Jamaica around 1975. They were in their early twenties and drinking in a bar and they were having a good time but then they sort of realized the only other women there worked at the bar. A group of men walked in, and the female bartender quietly grabbed my Mom and her friend by the arms and rushed them through the employee part of the building and out the back door, and told them to get away NOW, and not to come back to that bar. They hadn't even paid their tabs. They just did what she said and never found out why. That bartender knew something they didn't and they trusted her gut feeling.

I was young and dumb. My classes at uni used to finish when it’s already pretty dark outside in winter. Used public transport. To get to the bus stop i had to go through 2 dark alleys with a uni building in between. Both sides were either an abandoned construction site or just uninhabitable/not used in winter. I’d been using that path for couple of years by that time, always alone. Until then. Mid first alley I see a man (light from the uni building was like a light at the end of a tunnel) first standing aside, then as I’ve approached, stepping on the path right behind me. And first time in my life I got very very scared.

Then two dudes entered the alley going the opposite direction. I briefly thought to asking them for help, but thought that if the man behind had a knife he may take them down pretty fast. But their presence gave me time to reach the uni building in between. It was before mobile phones were a thing. That building was closed, but well lit and there was an old lady inside (all the uni buildings had one with the keys to let people in and out at night).

Again, was considering banging the door asking for help but realistically the man would reach me first if he understood I’ve noticed him or just push us both inside and the lady wouldn’t be of any help. So I stood outside for the lady to see me and if something goes down - have time to call the police. The man meanwhile went to the second alley and turned the building’s corner. There was nothing of use there in this time of the day and year, I knew he was waiting as I had no choice. So I waited till I saw a couple going my direction and a group of people going towards us from the second alley. Asked for them to pretend they know me as I’m being followed.

When we passed the building the man went out from behind the building, looked at me and went back to the first alley.

A week later I saw in the news there was a r**e and m**der there. The culprit was arrested.

Watching a friends dog while they were out of town. Pup wanted to go outside at abiut 11pm, alright we'll go. I generally keep a knife on me, the ONE time I didnt have it because I had just put pajamas on....

We get outside, (my buddy lives smack in the middle of the main street in a pretty busy downtown.) I hear a guy come around the corner doing the whole spiel of "whats your name?" "I dont have one" call the pup closer to me (the dog was very well known, like local celebrity status) the man keeps asking questions, my alarm bells are RINGING. But I dont want to try to go back inside because 1. I dont want him to know what building im going in 2. It's a keypad. It could either glitch at the worst time, or I could get in, but not far enough away from the sensor for it to lock before he's in there with me and my friend's dog. (That was honestly the worst f**king part for me, I have to keep this older sweet babe safe) so I decide to head to the direction of the bar where I work, same street. About three blocks down.

Hes following, still asking me questions, short answers, my eyes are on the dog and my bar. I knew I was absolutely f**ked when a car swung up to the curb facing the wrong direction, dude gets out, makes eye contact and gives the head nod to the guy that was behind. My immediate thought was "f**k. F**k, I am f**ked, we are f**ked" they start doing that thing where they try to box you in by getting me close to the wall. The guy that got out of the car hadn't noticed the dog, I snapped my fingers and said her name, he paused for literally a split second. I took that split second to call the dogs name "LETS GO!" took off running.

They BOTH (so i wasnt wrong) jumped in the same car, whipped it around and sped past me yelling something. Dont know what, dont give a f**k what. I made it to my bar, slammed the door shut behind me and the dog (i absolutely took her in the bar with me) one of the bartenders looks at me "what... the f**k, are you okay?" All i could say was "we are now. Can you get her some water? And can I have a shot please?"

Went to a club. Walked in with some friends and headed off to find the restrooms. As I was walking across the dance floor I noticed people were standing up against the walls and only a few girls were dancing. Remember thinking 'this reminds me of a middle school dance from when I was a kid.' By the time I walked back out some of the people had moved around and I remember thinking 'they're dancing weird...' made it to the middle of the dance floor when I realized they weren't dancing but I was standing in the middle of a large brawl. The lighting wasn't the best as it was dark with the flashing lights which would move around so it was a bit disjointed but I walked over to my friends and said 'let's gtfo here, now...' several people were st**bed and a guy got sh*t probably 10 minutes after we left.

Tried to enroll at a senior high school for an animation course, it was way too far away from my home but there is no tuition fee so that's a bit of a huge plus. I missed a lot of red flags back then, but for some reason there was one time I just thought that maybe it wasn't worth it because it was too far away.

I found a nearby school that is offering a free tuition fee too but they only have STEM and IT courses (I took STEM). The previous school keeps messaging me and asking me if I would continue my enrollment to them, they even "threatened" me that I wouldn't be able to enroll to other schools because I'm already registered into them. Didn't buy that s**t at all, and I proceed to block their contact number after that.

Fast forward a year later, all my classmates who enrolled at that school regretted enrolling there because not only is it faraway but the "free tuition" they offered was a scam and didn't last a year. The current school where I was at that time wasn't any better but at least I still have free tuition and its nearby where I live.

I was 9 years old. I grew up in rural Vermont. One summer day, I walked to a nearby field to pick wild strawberries. I had just crawled under a barbed wire fence when a guy driving a jeep went by. He honked and waved at me. I didn't recognize him but I just assumed he knew my parents and waved back.

I'd been in the field for about ten minutes when I suddenly knew it was time to go home. I didn't feel any fear and I didn't connect it to that guy, I just knew I had to immediately stop what I was doing and go home.

I had crawled under the fence and crossed the road when I heard a horn honk. I looked back and the guy in the jeep was back, parked right next to where I had just emerged from the fence. I didn't immediately realize what was happening and actually took a couple of steps towards the jeep, thinking maybe the guy needed directions, before it occurred to me what was going on and I turned and ran all the way back home.

My mother-in-law was living in a seedy hotel and we went to visit her once.

All I could think was "oh yeah, we could absolutely get m**dered in this place." It just had those vibes.

Within a week there was someone was m**dered in the lobby. So I guess I was right.

One night, I had just got off a bus to go home. Crossed the street and starting walking to my house. All of a sudden I got the thought “I wonder if my pepper spray still works?” Got it out and sprayed into the air beside me. Right then, directly behind me, I heard coughing. 4 guys in hoodies were following me! When I turned around to look at them, they rushed across the street and disappeared! I shudder to think what could have happened to me!

i was sleeping and had a VIVID dream of my throat being crushed. the bed i was on had terrible springs, so i felt it just being shoved back and cracking under the weight+distance. woke up, nearly gagged coughing, it still hurt, scared the s**t outta me.

like 5-10 minutes later, my partner at the time tried to sneak into the room, and me saying hi surprised him. he didnt expect me to be awake, and seemed a little awkward for a bit until he went to go make food. i still think about that.

I was at a music festival, took some stuff from a stranger and I'm not sure what exactly set me off but immediately told my now ex-friends that I needed to go back to camp. I was seriously messed up but we made it. 16 hours of visuals even at camp in the dark, broke the simulation, fell twice. But the worst part was that my "friends" both told me that they should have sat me down at a stage and kept an eye on me. I 100% believe I would have literally gone insane if I didn't go back to camp.

One evening my mom frantically called my siblings and I into her room saying she had a feeling something bad was about to happen. We rushed to her room and 2min later a blast shook everything. Someone had planted a b**b in a car and detonated it right as it drove past our home. Most of us were lying/sitting right by windows and who knows what would have happened if our mom hadn’t called us to her room. pieces of the car were on our roof. I guess thats what you call a mother’s instinct.

I was driving home late at night and was in the far left lane when I heard a voice say “move over.” I moved into the center lane and not ten seconds later a car came screaming down the left lane GOING THE WRONG WAY. I would have been k****d immediately if I hadn’t listened.

I was leaving a bar once and saw a friend sitting near the door. I stopped and sat down with them for a minute. I saw a guy watching me and he gave me the creeps. I told my friend about it. After I left, my friend called and told me that the guy had tried to follow me out and they stopped him. I doubt that would have ended well for me.

My dad had this buddy of his take us out on his fishing boat when I was young. Though I’d grown up on the water I was incredibly freaked out the entire time - they kept poking fun at me for how scared I was. He was driving crazy and the water was very rough.

The next day I refused to go again, had a full on tantrum at age 8 that I wasn’t getting on that boat and swore I’d jump out if they tried to force me on. My dad stayed back with me, very frustrated.

We sat on the shore and had front row seats when the boat flipped over.

I (f, 27 at the time) was once fishing with my young son at a small lake my niblings frequented near my husband's family farm, teaching my son one of my favorite activities. This older dude (60s?) in a huge pickup driving by just stopped the truck in the road and stared at me for like two minutes straight before driving off. I wasn't sure if he was just one of those weird gung ho rural neighborhood watch weirdos who didn't recognize me and thought I was a potential thief, or just got his jollies scaring people away from his favorite bass fishing spot, or had more sinister motives, but it massively creeped me out...alarm bells were ringing. I pretended to ignore him until he left and as soon as his truck disappeared I slammed all the fishing gear into the trunk willy nilly, buckled my kid in with eyes in the back of my head, and got TF outta there. Never went back there alone.

Parked in a sketchy neighbourhood and almost didn’t make it back to my car with a man armed with a knife in pursuit.

I was maybe about 12 years old and out shopping with my mom. We get about 20 feet away from the entrance to a Ross and an old man walks and holds the door for us. I took one look at him and something in my gut told me to get away ASAP. I told my mom I wasn’t feeling well and wanted to go home. When we get in the car she looks at me with the strangest look and tells me she was trying to figure out a way to get me back to the car before I’d even said anything. Turns out he used to be my mom’s patient (she’s a nurse) and had started making creepy advances and sending weird letters to our house!

In college our dorm had a janky elevator. I was in floor 7. I was riding up and the elevator made some weird movents. I didn’t like it. I hit the next floor, 5 and it stopped and let me off. The doors closed and it didn’t move again for 2 hours. There were like 5 more people in there that had to be rescued. The funny thing is if I hadn’t stopped it, it probably would have made it to 7 just fine