What's a time you "felt something was off" and were right about it?

1. My husband/then boyfriend were watching our nieces and nephew plus a few of their friends (ages 5-10) overnight. His step brother at the time brought over some friends (step brother, and us, were 19-20, friends were 24-27). One guy walked through the kitchen and i immediately felt uncomfortable. They made the excuse step brother needed to get something. I rounded up all 12 kids into one bedroom i knew had a working lock and no window "to tell scary stories" (which i knew would convince all of them to listen). My husband followed the group of guys through his dads house until the one i didnt like threatened him. Turns out step brother knew we'd be alone with a dozen kids and decided to rob the place and creepy friend planned to "get to know" my 10 year old and 7 year old nieces. I heard a fight, told the kids to lock the door behind me after whispering the password (i think it was lemondrop). Dont open it until i say the password. I stood outside that door until the cops showed up. Husband ended up with a broken nose and two dislocated fingers. I ended up getting dragged from the door and earned a dislocated shoulder fighting back. Creepy friend had several warrants for inappropriate acts with children. Father in law divorced very quickly when step brothers mom defended it. Thats been 8ish years ago and the kids called us their bodyguards for a long time.
   — IRaiseCowsMoo


2. My house was robbed. I had gotten off work, pretty late as usual and was driving home. Just as I turned the corner I got the biggest sinking sensation in my stomach and all I could think was "The house was robbed." And this is the first time this type of feeling was so specific and ominous. I'm putting the keys in the door feeling full dread, and opening the door everything is everywhere, broken, turned over, missing. And I just stood in the doorway looking around at how surreal that feeling was. That night I couldn't figure out why I felt that as I was pulling up to my house. Maybe I had left a light on and my brain subconsciously recognized that the light wasn't on anymore, or maybe I had overheard/saw something in the neighborhood when I was sleeping the night before/taking a walk/leaving for work. It just really freaked me out, having that all come true, with such an intense feeling of inexplicable dread leading up to it.
   — OnlineSkates


3. Long story short, my friend and I were trying to reach another friend to hang out and chill. Friend 2 didn't answer his phone. Went to knock at his house; his mom told us he wasn't home. Friend 2 wasn't feeling so well mentally in those times. On the way back, Friend 1 and me looked at each other and we only needed to cross gazes to know we were thinking the same thing. We took care not to mention it directly for some reason. We took out our bikes in the grey, foggy evening and rode under light rain, and tried to think of and go check every "meaningful" spot Friend 2 could have thought about when deciding to do the thing. Knowing him at that time, it only made sense it was going to be some kind of meaningful place. Another gut feeling we couldn't quite explain. After a whole evening of not finding him, it was way past dark and we kinda forced ourselves to believe that everything was most likely alright, we were panicking for nothing and we'd see him the next day. Maybe the gloomy atmosphere of that night gave us ideas? We didn't know. We went home. Later, I don't really remember how much later, the three of us had a honest conversation about our suspicions at the time. Friend 2 confirmed to us that, on that very night, he was standing at the ONLY VERY OBVIOUS MEANINGFUL SPOT THAT WE WERE STUPID TO FORGET TO CHECK, rope in hand, staring at the tree he had chosen. He also managed to convince himself he was OK and went back home that night too. No thanks to us.
   — HATA111






4. I was at the gas station with my sister and she was about to get out of the car to pump gas. We were pretty low, but I had a horrid feeling about the place and my spine felt cold. I grabbed her wrist and said to go to the gas station down the road instead. She noticed my expression, promptly started the car, and we went to the gas station about 3 minutes down the road. In that three minutes a shootout happened at the gas station we had just left.
   — Faeula


5. Three years ago this August I began noticing my Grandpa napping for longer than usual, massaging his neck, and not wanting to go on his bike rides. (And the bike ride was a daily ritual for over 30 years.) I asked him how we was feeling and everything could’ve been chalked up to getting older...but I insisted that he get to the doctor. He was diagnosed with leukemia and died within 3 days. I’ll always miss him but I know that without his diagnosis, a lot of our extended family wouldn’t have travelled to visit him before he died. I just wish I felt the need to ask about his health sooner.
   — OhhhHoneyyy


6. When I was a teen I was told to help my grandma out of our car and when I opened the door I looked in her eyes, felt something was wrong and yelled for my mom. When my mom rushed over my grandma looked and acted just fine. My mom saw how distraught I looked and trusted me I guess because she took my grandma straight to the emergency. Turns out my grandma had a mini-stroke and was vulnerable to having another one.
   — DaSpice






7. When I was five, my aunt was engaged to be married. I was at my grandmother's house when she brought the guy to meet her. They talked all their boring grown up talk for a while when the guy noticed me playing in the corner. He was so creepy. He was like the human version of a Ken doll. Artificial tan, not-too-short-but-not-too-long blond hair, white and straight teeth. (When I read the Nosleep story Third Parent for the first time, I imagined him.) Yeah, it freaked me out as a kid just how perfectly handsome this man was. And even though I was only five, I had 'liked' boys before so I shouldn't have thought he was icky. But he was. And he spoke to me like an adult would talk to an adult. Not like how grown ups talk to kids with the fake sweet voice they attempt so they don't come off as "threatening." Like this guy was already sure I'm was gonna be cool with him. Confident. But creepy. He breathed on me. A hot breath blew right on my shoulders and neck. He smelled like expensive cologne and hair product but faintly at first until he got very close to me. I couldn't even give him eye contact because all I could see was the knitting of his sweater and the start of his five o'clock shadow. I didn't like him. I told that to anyone who would listen. But the opinions of your five year old niece when you're 35 and childless don't call off rushed marriages with wealthy men. My mom made us spend time with them. I don't know if it was their nice condo in a rich neighborhood or that my mom honestly had missed her sister when she was out in San Diego for a few years trying to find a man. They just did everything together right up until the wedding. During one of these visits my soon-to-be uncle told me that the hot tub would boil me into a soup and I should stay with him in the pool while my aunt and mom were in there. I didn't want to be around that guy, though, so I followed my mom. My anxiety picked up when she keep pressuring me into getting in. I cried about not wanting to be cooked. She still laughs about it twenty four years later. I never told her where I got that idea. The wedding was beautiful. I envy it to this day, I swear! It was at the local botanical garden, at night so it was lit by little white lights. Every girl under the age of twelve that was even a little related to us was a flower girl, including me, my cousins, my mom's cousin's daughter I never heard of who traveled over 2000 miles just for the wedding, my uncle's sister-in-law's daughter, and a few of girls from church. I think there were 6 or 7 of us in all? It was extravagant. A month later my aunt walked in on her husband jerking it to some kids playing outside so they got divorced just as quickly as they married.
   — ditzen


8. Once, when I was about 18, I was drinking with my older friends (24-27 year old) We were hanging one of their friends place, and these dudes were kinda seedy. Like lots of underaged kids, and whole lot of weed on the table (I think there was meth also) I got this dirty feeling and I bailed there with some lame excuse. Bam! A hour later there was a hostage type of dealio. The dude who owned the house had flipped on something trivial and pulled out his shotgun.
   — Soniccyanide