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What is your story about having a horrible gut feeling about a person or situation that turned out to be dead-on?
- When I was in my early 20s my roommate brought home a new guy she was dating. He had these crazy eyes and just seemed bizarre. He ended up drinking a bottle of Jaegermeister and passed out. She dated him for around 6 months. I moved out shortly after she split with him. Several years later he was in the news. His name was Larry Bright. He is a serial killer in Illinois. Lovely...
— Squirrel-ScoutCookie
- Neighbors have 2 kids... they were 6 yr old girl and 4 yr old boy at the time. The wife's brother took care of the kids whole both parents worked. The brother gave off a creepy vibe, and I wouldn't let my daughter (she was 8 or 9 at the time) go inside their house when the wife's brother was there alone with the kids.
The husband comes home one day yo find him performing oral sex on the little girl. Husband beats his ass out into the yard and is arrested. He's still in jail a few years later, but I still won't let my kid into their house.
— sking44306-4
- There was knock on the shared front door, the house was broken into three flats, I was the ground floor. I recognised the guy at the door as the boyfriend of the pretty little Asian woman who lived a couple of floors above us, and he smiled at me and asked if he could come in and wait for her in the hallway.
Nice looking white guy, very upper middle class with a tweed jacket and posh accent. Good manners, winning smile.
My stomach did a flip and I said no and shut the door in his face very abruptly. I had no idea why I reacted as badly as I did because I knew him to say hi to, and I knew he spent the night in the building a lot.
A couple of days later I see her with her face swollen and purple where he had beaten her to a pulp. Apparently she had been in a hospital for a few days. She stopped me in the hallway and said if I ever saw the boyfriend again I was to call the police.
I'm guessing I subconsciously picked up on some non-verbal cue from when I saw them together.
— ketodietclub
- Years ago I was in another state due to a family member being hospitalized. The hospital was very close to a sketchy run down area and my family and I had stopped to get gas. This guy in a hoodie walks up while I'm pumping gas looking kinda out of it and hits me up for coffee money. I had a very bad feeling about him, and so not wanting to piss him off I carefully gave him a bit of change I had in my pocket, explaining I wasn't carrying any cash on me, all the while watching him and all around to make sure I could scoot/do something if necessary. He thanked me and went on his way. A few days later and back home I saw his face on the news, he was arrested for killing a bunch of women and ditching the bodies in the nearby abandoned houses.
— EsplainingThings
- My sister had a boyfriend 10 years older than her. I didn't have a problem with the age gap, even though the fact that he had his first child when my sister was 13 kinda weirded me out. Age doesn't matter as much when you're adults, right?
They weren't dating long, but she intentionally got pregnant 6 months into the relationship. I was really excited to meet him during a family trip, seeing as he's the father of my niece. Upon meeting him I got a strange vibe from him, and found myself anxious at the idea of being alone with him. He didn't do or say anything strange though, and generally seemed like a nice guy. Still, when it was just me and him I felt incredibly tense, like he would try to rape me at any moment.
I stayed at my sisters place for a few days, then went home in the next province over.
He added me on Facebook, and then I got a message saying he thought I was super cute and he wanted to get together. He literally tried to cheat on my sister with me. He tried to cheat on my sister who was 6 months pregnant! I didn't reply, I just screencapped the message and sent it to my sister and my Mom, asking my mom to look out for my sister since her boyfriend is a puddle of grease.
After some issues, my sister is now a single mother.
— lordsamethstarr
- I gave birth in November to a baby girl who had a very rare neurological disorder. She hardly moved at all in utero, but when I told my doctors, they all said that every pregnancy/baby is different, etc. (I have a healthy son.) So I tried to put my worries to bed. We had a completely normal pregnancy, totally normal tests. No indication of trouble.
Then she was born. The second she opened her eyes for the first time, I got a horrible, sinking feeling in my gut. There was no "there" there behind her eyes. We were still in the delivery room. There were pictures taken and in every one, I look...wary. Scared.
There were immediate problems. She didn't latch, she had no reflexes, etc. etc. etc. I shoved all my worries down. She was born a few weeks early. Everyone kept saying, "Bottle feed her and she'll perk up once she gets closer to her due date." Every nurse, every doctor, every lactation consultant. We were released from the hospital with a "healthy baby". Nope, nope, nope. A week later, we were back in the NICU because she was still lethargic. She wasn't eating. It turns out she was basically braindead the entire time.
I didn't want to know. But I knew. I knew the moment I looked in her eyes.
— smutsmutsmut
- So, playing designated driver. I'm at a stop light, when it turns green, my gut says "nope, we are cool right here". So three drunks in the back, and one up front, all explaining that I should have let them drive. What the green light means. How to operate the long vertical pedal, etc. All very helpful. Just as I shrug and shake it off, a black camaro with it's lights off shoots through the red light, loses control and crashes into a telephone pole. Would have T-boned me 100%.
The drunks are all in awe of my psychic power, then the Camaro, flames shooting out from under the crushed hood, backed up and drove off. Super surreal.
— Taodragons
- My sister-in-law was a high level exec in a company. She introduced me to her boss, the CEO. At that moment I knew they were having an affair. Nothing outward, strictly intuition. She was married to my wife's brother, and when I told my wife she said I was nuts. Within months we learned I was right, she divorced, and went on to marry her boss.
— Scrappy_Larue
- When I was 14 or 15 I was living with my mom most of the time, seeing my dad every other weekend and some evenings. I was going to my dads for a long weekend (Thurs-Mon) and I had this intense feeling that I should take my cat with me. I thought about asking my dad if I could but figured he would say no so I didn’t. I told my mom as I left “DONT out her outside. If she wants out she will use my bedroom window”.
Four days later I come home and ask where my cat is. My mom looks baffled and says “oh, I don’t know, I haven’t seen her since I let her outside after you left”.
She was hit by a car that night. :(
— jkbewb
- My ex. She would constantly tell me things that seemed like they could be true with just enough details to make them believable, but were also just a little bit exaggerated so it made her seem like her role in the story was more important or more unique. It always felt a little off but she always had the benefit of plausible deniability on her side.
Example: One morning I was waking up for work and she told me there was a huge screaming match at the neighbors house where the two parents were fighting and making a scene. Her role in it was that she took their kids elsewhere while it was going on to keep them out of harm's way. The police were called and the man was escorted off to jail. Since I hadn't heard any of this going on she just told me "Yeah, you were out like a rock." which was quite possible. But it was all a fabrication just for her to have a story that made her seem interesting and important.
Turns out she was a pathological liar and almost *none* of those things were true at all. My gut knew, but my brain reasoned the sense out of me.
— MarinertheRaccoon
- This guy was a kindergarten teacher at my school. Everyone loved him! He was great with the kids, and his whole room was covered in spongebob stuff; everyone wanted their kid in his class. He was close with a lot of parents (and therefore their kids) outside of the classroom. This might sound a bit odd, but it's not where I'm from. Despite all this, this guy made me sick just looking at him. I would get really anxious around him, and when my friends said "let's go talk to Mr. X" I would make some excuse to stay away from him. I never could really figure out why I felt like this. Anyway, eventually he moved away with his wife, much to everyone's dismay. Probably ten years later, it came out he had been arrested for possession of child porn, and had also been in some of said pictures. It was really horrible for my whole community. I'm glad I felt off about him though and stayed away.
— lm197
- I was 18 and had just moved into my own apartment. The complex was managed by the owners son and right from the get-go he seemed off to me. Nothing that I could articulate, but I felt uncomfortable around him.
Since he was frequently at the complex for one reason or another I kept my door locked and chained whenever I was home and I would literally run away if I saw him outside to avoid talking to him.
Well one day I grab the local paper and on the front page is this guys face.
He had “fallen in love” with a previous tenant and had harassed her and her boyfriend, and continued to stalk her after she moved away. She was a grade school teacher and he waited outside the school for her, shot and killed her in front of the school kids and then killed himself.
— 2525369814700
- When I was about 3 or 4 years old I was playing in the yard in a bikini. Like the cutesy little kid ones with ruffles and I remember I was sticking my belly out really far because I thought it was cool that I could see my belly in my bathing suit.
An adult male family member was over visiting and I remember feeling like someone was looking at me. So I turned around and noticed that he was watching me. I remember feeling scared and I sucked my belly in and started looking for my mom. The man said, “oh you have such a cute little tummy!” And I just remember feeling absolutely panicked in a way I had never felt before.
I never told my mom but as I was growing up that family member would invite some of the kids over for sleepovers with his adopted son but my mother would never allow me to go. She always told him that I needed to up for some activity early in the morning or that I was up late the night before and needed to sleep. I also never forgot that panicked feeling and NEVER would allow myself to be alone with him. If he walked into a room I was in I would make an excuse to leave and then go stick like glue next to my mother.
As you can probably assume, that man was indicted on federal charges of possession of child pornography, distribution of child porn, sexual assault, rape, statutory rape, etc. My mom and I talked about it later and she said that she never had any concrete reasons to not trust him but she just felt compelled to listen to her gut in this instance.
That was honestly one of the most important lessons she taught me. Sometimes your “gut” picks up things that your conscious doesn’t but those instincts are there for a reason.
My mom also called my cell phone seconds after I wrecked my car miles away from her because she got this strong auditory hallucination of me yelling “MOM!”
She’s a witch.
— Kegelexorcist
- My best friend's family was visiting. Best Friend and her dad had asked to see the new fossils I'd added to my collection, so I went upstairs to get them. (Her dad was allergic to my guinea pig, who lived in my room.)
As I turned the corner I noticed my younger brother, who I call "Shawn" online, was wearing his pajamas. It was barely 9 pm. Shawn NEVER went to bed that early.
I asked him why he'd changed. Shawn told me that he felt really sick, and Dad had told him to go to bed and see if he felt better in the morning.
Shawn didn't look that sick. But something just felt off. I asked if Mom knew Shawn didn't feel good. He said no, he'd just talked to Dad. That wasn't okay. And not because Mom would've been upset if nobody told her Shawn didn't feel good. It felt more serious than that. Mom HAD to know Shawn was sick.
I started to flip out, and snapped at Shawn that he should NEVER trust Dad's medical advice. Dad just tells people to sleep earlier and exercise more. Shawn needed to tell Mom, NOW.
Shawn very clearly thought I was over-reacting. (Heck, *I* thought I might be over reacting.) But he went downstairs and told Mom he didn't feel good. First thing Mom did (as per usual) was check him for rashes. He had a red streak running from his thumb up to his armpit.
**Shawn had severe blood poisoning.** We found out later from the hospital he was four hours away from death.
If I hadn't had such a strong feeling that Shawn HAD to tell Mom he didn't feel good, he wouldn't be alive today. He'd have died in his sleep that night.
— _Green_Kyanite_