Sitting with some buddies smoking a cigar. For some reason I was like ‘We need to go get food now. Like right now”. We went to get some grub. Not even 5 minutes later a 107mm rocket destroyed our smoking area…



I would always walk down the hallway in the night without turning the lights on. One night I get to the end of the hallway and have a sudden urgent feeling that I need to turn the lights on.

I go all the way back to my room and turn the hallway light on and go back. Just in front of where I had decided to turn around was a huge and deadly Taipan snake making its way from one room to another across the hallway. If it had bitten me in the dark they wouldn’t have been able to get me the correct antivenom.

Yes this happened in Australia.



I was mowing my back yard with a ride on mower, and I began to get an overwhelming feeling of being watched. I started looking around and thought I saw a figure in the upstairs window. I tried ignore this as no one was home and continued with mowing when I started to feel an unbearable sense of dread. This made me immediately stop. As I did so the ground in front of me gave way forming a 15 foot wide 12 foot deep sinkhole. If I hadn’t stopped immediately I likely would have been crushed by the tractor.



Years ago, in college in a VERY large building in downtown New Bedford, MA…. in a computer lab doing some sweet, sweet programming… when all of a sudden I thought I smelt gas. Natural gas. Then it went away a few seconds later. On a gut instinct, I jumped up and proclaimed to the class that I smelt gas and that I was evacuating and that they should too. My teacher asked me to sit back down, asked everyone if they smelt gas too…. no one did. I internally said “fuck it, i’m not dying here” and just straight up left the building. I walked a couple blocks down, stopped, and started calling 911 on said hunch.

Lo and behold, after maybe seconds or maybe 1-2 min of standing on this corner I hear all kinds of sirens and alarms and such going off. The whole building starts emptying onto the streets, people start running. Then BOOM , the loudest bang i’ve heard in-person to this day.

Apparently there was some road construction on the other side of the building that I couldn’t see, and the workers had caused a gas leak. Huge explosion (no one hurt), that hit so hard the brick fronts of stores on that street literally came off and fell heavily onto the streets. To this day, there are still imprints in some parts of the road from bricks falling onto it.

Teacher later told me I blew their minds and thanked me for acting so fast. I don’t think I impacted anything other than me being first out, but I’ll take it anyway.



This past spring semester some friends and i were going to an off-campus party and needed someone to drive us there and back so we could get drunk. This guy we sorta knew offered to take us if we gave him some gas money. We all just had a bad feeling about it and just figured we should have a night in watching movies instead.

The guy struck the same deal with some other people going to the party after we left, and it turns out he got drunk at the party without telling them, drove back drunk and got in a huge car wreck. Girl in the passenger seat died on the impact, everyone else was in the hospital for weeks afterward. If we hadn’t all had the gut feeling not to go, i could be dead. That’s the kind of stuff that keeps you awake at 4 in the morning.



Back in high school a couple of friends and I went to a larger party being thrown at an acquaintance’s house whose parents were not home for the weekend. About fifty teenagers or so in this large suburban home, having way too much fun. Out of the blue I got this intense feeling of dread and told the friends with whom I’d come that we needed to leave… NOW.

We did, even though one friend was complaining about it. We ended up seeing the party on the news the next night. Shortly after we left a fight broke out and one guy stabbed another in the head with a screwdriver. The kid that got stabbed suffered severe brain damage and never fully recovered. The cops showed up, and of course there were drugs and alcohol at the party. Shit had gone just about as bad as it could have, and we got out of there minutes before doom arrived.



I was between jobs, and had picked up a gig spot-welding these giant custom steel truck bumpers together. They were all labeled “Road Armor”.
They paid me under the table, but something about it didn’t feel right. Other guys there had no problem smoking weed on the job. The guy in the office was always yelling at his wife. I had a bad feeling, so I stopped showing up.

The very day I decided not to show up, the place was raided by the police. The operation was creating counterfeit Road-Armor bumpers, also drugs were found and seized. Everyone was arrested. I avoided this fate.



Couple of mates and I were really lucky.

In our last year of secondary school (UK), we had a massive changing room for physical education split into two sections for either side of the year.

We’d always use the B block but this time, about 20 of us decided to follow the lead of one friend that said ‘why don’t we use A block?’ We questioned why and he just replied ‘I dunno, this side is so old and manky compared to A block’.

We were really early so we were guaranteed space to get changed etc. Once most people started filtering through the changing rooms they noticed most people were at A block so they all hopped on the bandwagon and ditched B block.

B blocks ceiling collapsed 10 minutes later.



I was at a liquor store in a Chicago suburb trying to decide what I wanted to poison myself with that night. Walked to the counter and paid for my drink asking the clerk how his day was going. “Could be worse my friend” he said with a smile. 15 minutes later a gunman walked in the store and robbed it.. killing the clerk, his family member and 2 customers. I was going to make a phone call before I went to go buy my drinks but instead went to the store first. I’ll never forget the clerks words to me.



My mom tells this story a lot. She was working in an office and she suddenly had a powerful urge to leave her cube, just to leave and be somewhere else for no reason. Not a minute later, a fifteen-foot-wide section of the ceiling collapsed, burying the floor in metal and plaster. She would have been crushed.



One time I really had a bad feeling about an usual driving car and asked my gf to walk faster over the street. She laughed and said I should not worry. the car crashed into the woman next to us.



I met this cute girl on Halloween night, dressed like indiana jones, so I invited her to a party I was going to later. She drove with me to the party and I took her two friends too. We talk a little, but we ended up working the room and got split up. I had this overwhelming urge to find her and I ended up getting a little worried. Some guy had moved in and had brought her outside and taken her to a semi private area underneath a patio balcony.

I didn’t really care what he thought, grabbed her by the hand, acted like it was important and led her out of the party and in to the front yard. We both heard a massive crash as the very large patio with nearly 30 people on it collapsed above where she was standing 3 mins before. I know most certainly that if I hadn’t grabbed her, she wouldn’t exist today. I ended up marrying her, and imagining how it almost never happened in such a dreadful way terrifies me.



My mom had a crazy one when I was home sick.

This was 18 years ago. I was home sick from school, my little brother who wasn’t old enough to go to school was outside playing in our backyard at the playset my dad built. He was standing on 1 end trying to throw rocks up into the top of the playset. My mom was washing some dishes in the kitchen, and had this feeling that was almost a voice say “Tell your son to come inside.”

She looked out, saw he was playing and was fine, and shrugged it off.

a minute later, she gets the same impression “Get your son inside.”

Again, shrugs it off, but starts thinking about how strange it is.

Finally, after another couple minutes, she had one of the most insane experiences of her life. She swears she heard an audible voice scream “GET YOUR SON NOW!”

She was so startled, she dropped what she was doing, and just instantly reacted. She ran outside and yelled at my brother to come inside. he slowly started making his way over. She went down our deck stairs, went over, grabbed him and pulled him back in the house.

I remember all of this part because I was watching her be frantic and thought something horrible was happening, like someone was trying to kidnap my brother.

Sure as shit, 2 minutes after she gets my brother inside, we hear a MASSIVE crack, and a tree about 35 ft tall with a 2 foot+ diameter trunk fell EXACTLY where my brother was standing. Would’ve killed him easily, and to this day we have no idea what caused it.

Craziest thing ever.



One time, I had to go to campus for an afternoon project meeting. Usually, I park in the regular campus parking garage, on the top floor where there are always ample spots available.

Since this meeting was later in the afternoon, I decided to risk it and park in the teacher’s lot. I figured that since the meeting was supposed to be quick (they never are) and the professor’s were gone for the day, the chances of getting a ticket were super low. Plus, I was lazy and didn’t want to walk so far.

As it turns out, a man had turned up at the parking garage shortly after the time that I had gotten to campus to shoot up his girlfriend and her guy friend in a double murder-suicide. And they had been parked on the top floor, in the same area that I always parked my car.

I was so glad I had the gut feeling to just park in the teacher’s lot that day.


My wife and I rented a really nice cabin in Big Sur CA for a few nights. She woke up panicky and crying ( she never does) over a bad dream. Had an awful feeling after waking up. Told her we could go for a drive… The further we went the better we felt. Stayed in Monterey for the night… The cabin burnt down. Still chills writing this years later.



Not my conscious feeling, but I was driving home from my restaurant (not mine but the one I ran at the time) at four AM. A massive wolf stops me by wandering into the middle of the road and just stared at me. Must have been 30 seconds but felt like forever. As I proceed around the bend not to far down the road I see a semi blast through its red light. My best judge is that I would have been driving though that intersection if I didn’t stop.

Two years later I dated a native woman who said she was a seer and who mentioned I had a wolf guide with me.

Freaky and awesome.



Not me, but my SO and I were at the mall, I was getting hungry, and wanted to get shitty food court junk food, because sometimes that’s what you want. SO said no.

And by the time we got to a real restaurant like ten minutes later, all the tvs were showing special broadcasts about the shootout and stampede at said food court.



My Grandmother had a dream where her sister (who had already passed away) told her that she had to have her gallbladder removed. The dream was so vivid to my Grandma that she went to the doctors got some tests done, doctor had insisted everything was fine. One way or another she managed to convince them to remove the gallbladder, and after the biopsy they found cancer in it, and it probably would have spread and killed her if they hadn’t removed it. She lived another 20 years after this.



A few times. First was I went to a party when I was a senior in HS (06). It was at a restaurant that was closed for the evening but I guess one of kids family owned it so he had keys. He was charging everyone a few bucks to go in so we paid. We were early at the party so it was rather empty and we hung out by the entrance. Some kid walked in, saw it was empty and turned around and asked for his money back. They argued over it but the kid got his money back and left and no one thought anything of it.

Around a half hour later there were about 30 people there by now and I just started getting this sick feeling. I told my friend I wanted to leave and he didn’t want to. It was a good party, lots of Spanish girls, drinks and smoke, but I couldn’t shake this feeling. I went and grabbed my buddy and said “we need to go, now!” Luckily he didn’t question it. About 30 min after we left someone came and shot the place up and hit 4 people. Luckily no one died. A lot of people were talking and believed it was the same group that left earlier. That was always stuck with me because It was gonna be a good night and I just felt, cold, and wanted to go. It was a similar feeling to overwhelming depression coming over you the way it 180’d everything.

This one is a little different but somewhat related. I was driving to a girls house at 2am and I was pulling up to a green light. I didn’t even realize it but I was slowing down, like I was in autopilot. I wasn’t drinking or smoking just kind of tired and going through the motions. I realized I was slowing down so i snapped out of it and pushed the gas and a car blew through the red light going at least 100 mph.

If I hadn’t paused for that few seconds it would’ve been over. I think of that every time I’m driving late at night. A few months earlier I was a passenger in a car that was t-boned at the next intersection with that street 4 blocks down. I swear that fucking street is trying to kill me. You’ll never get me East Ave!



Was at the Boston Marathon in 2013, not sure why I ended up leaving, but I would have been right in the heat of the attack had I stayed an extra 10 minutes. I was lucky enough to end up on the last train out of the city before everything was locked down.



My mother-in-law had originally purchased tickets for herself, my husband and his younger brother to fly on Flight 93. As in 9/11’s Flight 93. She decided to fly home a few days early and cut their vacation short…and I’m glad she did! She used to have some paperwork (maybe an old ticket) that had her old flight information but I’m sure she’s lost it by now.



Back in college, around halloween, one of my friends insisted on going out to a club. Since he had never been to an actual halloween bash before (he’s from South Korea), we decided to take him to West Hollywood. The only problem was that all the places were packed and he was starting to throw a hissy fit. We were all starting to lose our temper with him at this point since we did give up our own plans for the night just to take him out. The last place we decided to try was Pearl.

The place was absolutely packed and something didn’t feel right so I talked the others into helping me convince him to just come grab some grub with us, head home, and come back some other time. He didn’t go down willingly and it left us all with sour tastes in our mouth. I remember telling him: “It’s ok dude. Shit happens for a reason.”

About 20 or so minutes later as we were chowing down on burgers at a joint less than a block away from Pearl, we started noticing a throng of panic-stricken people hurrying away from the direction of the club. Almost simultaneously, we see fire trucks rushing in that direction. Turns out that there was an electrical fire. All I could do at that point was look at Mr. Wahmbulance and say “I fucking told you.”



My husband (boyfriend at the time) and I were saying goodbye at the end of the night and I suddenly felt….dread. I didn’t say anything since we had only been dating a few months and I didn’t want to be a crazy person. He left and maybe five minutes later came back. He said he had an overwhelming feeling he shouldn’t leave me alone for the night.

The next day the police found a woman brutally raped and murdered a couple houses away from where I lived. There were also a man’s footsteps in the snow on my back porch which weren’t there earlier. I moved shortly after that.



Back when I was 6 (?), my mom, brother and I were crossing the street. Pedestrians were signalled to cross, but upon reaching halfway, somehow I had an urge to hold onto my mom and brother’s arms and stopped them from walking. Seconds later, a car zoomed past us probably going at 80 KPH. It ran a red light.



This story happened to my grandmother. I hope it doesn’t get lost in the comments cause it’s a good one. In the summer of 1996, my grandparents and their long time best friends were taking a trip to Paris to celebrate both of their anniversaries. They were at JFK airport in New York. They all lived in a suburb of Detroit but had to travel to New York due to the fact that direct flights were not yet available to Paris.

At the gate, out of nowhere, my grandmother got this terrible feeling about the flight. She was very upset and did not know what to do because she felt like a huge let down and somewhat ridiculous if she did not go. My grandfather told her she was being paranoid and that their flight would be fine. My grandmother urges everyone not to go and my grandfather stayed with her. Their best friends decided to go on the flight as planned.

As they were sitting in the airport for the next flight, they saw all of these workers running around and yelling. The flight my grandparents were supposed to go on was TWA flight 800. Their best friends died along with every single passenger on the plane.



Yes. One of the most disturbing experiences of my life. I was at a rock festival in Denmark, Roskilde. I came specifically for Pearl Jam. I was so excited. Went to the stage are early to get a good spot at the very front with a friend. As the crowds filled in it started getting a bit hectic. I suddenly had an awful feeling. I felt like I was about to die. I could feel it. It was like I knew. This was it. Im done.

I told my friend I had to get out no matter what. He was annoyed but came with me. This was before the concert even started. We forced our way through the crowds. It was a massive amount of people. I couldn’t shake the awful feeling until we got all the way out of the crowd and I sat down on the grass. Not more than five minutes later the music suddenly stopped and paramedics rushed into the crowd. Shortly thereafter they started carrying out lifeless bodies and placing them next to us on the grass. Some were just unconscious. But some were clearly dead. I even recognised a guy we stood next to at the front. His face was white and I remember them covering his body with a blanket.



This might be kinda different but I was on a delivery for the pizza company I work for when I came to an intersect with a four way stop sign. The guy in front of me slowed down to a crawl waaaaaaay before he even got to the intersection, and since we were on a two-lane road, I could do nothing but slow down with him or head into oncoming traffic. So I watched as this person flicked their blinkers back and forth and randomly slammed on the brakes as they approached the intersection.

The road split into two lanes at the intersection, and they stopped in the middle of them, preventing me from going around. There was no one behind me. The car in front of me stayed at the intersection for about 20 seconds, still doing some weird shit with its blinkers and creeping forward and slamming on the brakes. I began to think this person was either drunk or messing with me (we were in a bad part of town), so I turned on my blinker as if I was going to turn left. It seemed to work because the other car finally turned left as slowly as possible, and I went straight. It was dark and I saw their headlights spin around and come back toward me. I was expecting them to tail me, but they never caught up.

I had this crazy premonition of catching this guy again on the way back to the restaurant, and getting into a head-on collision on the narrow two lane road where I’d seen them before.

But because only part of me believed something like that might happen, I took the same road back regardless. It would have really brought down my average for work that day to take another route anyway.

But as it turns out, as I was coming back the other way on that road, another car on the opposite side swerved over into my lane suddenly. I was able to slow down enough to avoid them hitting me before they went back into their lane. As they passed, I noticed that it was the same car as before.

So I called the cops. That had thankfully been the last of my deliveries that night and I haven’t seen them since.



When I was a kid and my family lived in Hawaii, my parents had plans to hike Sacred Falls on Mother’s Day. I was never a really big fan of hiking as a kid, so naturally I dreaded it but my parents LOVE hiking so I was mentally preparing myself for a week, nothing seemed off.

However, my dad, the day we were going to go for a hike, suddenly called it off and said he wanted to go to the mall instead (which is really weird for my dad to want instead of going into nature). This made me perk up a bit so we spent the day at Pearl Ridge mall instead.

When we got home later that night, my dad received a call from his boss on base that seemed strange. The boss, who had known my dad had planned on hiking at Sacred Falls on Mother’s Day, had said that he “was extremely relieved to hear my dad’s voice” which confused my dad. Dad said they went to the mall instead and his boss said to check out the news.

Turns out that a rock slide happened at Sacred Falls that day and killed three people. The boulders were as big as Volkswagen Beetles and caused multiple injuries. I remember my family and I just stood there in shock for a moment.

I went to school the next day and found out, (I was in fourth grade, mind you) that my friend/crush had gone hiking that day with his soccer team. Not only did his father die from the rock slide, he fell into a coma after being hit by a rock.

I only saw hi, in class one more time after that happened. His family immediately moved to his mother’s home state after what had happened. It was really sad.



My dad would win this thread:

1) Had one foot on a train and then out of his peripheral he saw a bus going the same way and something told him to run for it. Runs out of the train station, catches the bus three blocks later and then gets to his grandmas house where he sees a news report about the train crashing and most if not all people dying.

2) In the Navy he was on the US Forrestal (spelling may not be right) and he usually slept at the bottom of the ship. One night, for a reason I can not remember, he decided to swap rooms and stay up on the top level. That morning in the early hours a fire ravaged and killed everyone at the bottom and my dad and a few others at the top were rescued to safety.

3) In a hotel in Spain my dad was on his balcony. He was looking across to a building reflecting himself and he saw what looked like a person standing behind him. He got freaked out and went in to see who it was. As he left he heard a loud crash. He went back out and saw that somebody had thrown a TV (yes you read that right) out of their room and down past the balcony, which may or may not have crushed my dads head.

Unrelated note:

Also whilst in Spain a female friend of his went to a palm reader who told her she would get hit by a car and killed on the Friday. She laughed it off. On the Friday she left the bar whilst my dad and his friends stayed, where they saw her get hit by a car and killed.



An old friend of mine from primary school asked me to go to the local for some drinks to catch up (I hadn’t seen him in couple of years), I had this feeling of dread when I was on the phone and refused (I wasn’t anxious or ill). I made up an excuse and thought nothing of it. I didn’t hear back from him from that point on, I thought he was angry at me and never bothered to call again.

I Googled his name a couple of days ago and that night in question at the exact pub, he committed a murder (he’s in jail for life). I think he wanted me to be his alibi/false witness or maybe I was going to get killed. Don’t know :-/



Two days before Valentine’s Day in 2007, I loaded my baby and toddler into my car. We were going shopping for Valentine’s Day. There was a great card shop at a mall nearby. After loading the kids into the car, I had a feeling we shouldn’t go. I decided since it was 6:15pm, we should make dinner and go the next day.

At 6:42pm, Sulejman Talović entered that mall and shot and killed five people and injured four more, most of them in that card shop where we would have been. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trolley_Square_shooting



I was 16, driving my friends to school in my trusty Oldsmobile Cutlass Sierra. There is a massive hill leading down into the main street through the town. We were at the bottom of the hill and were waiting to turn right up to the school. I had a sudden and overwhelming desire to go buy everyone Dairy Queen Blizzards before class, so I went to hastily turn into the left lane towards DQ and my brain just stopped me like “trust me, fuck ice cream in a cup right now mang”.

About 5 seconds later, I hear a very faint semi horn from behind us… An 18 wheelers’ brakes had blown on the hill and he was just busting down the super steep 2km long hill gaining terrifying amounts of momentum, about 3 seconds later the semi flew past us in the left lane I just about switched into to go get DQ…going about 150km/hr. When it blew past the intersection, it caught the tail end of a truck and vaporised it, launching it about 80 feet. That ended up putting 2 people in intensive care and left one of them paralysed. None of my friends were wearing seatbelts, we all would have gotten absolutely annihilated in the most gruesome accident I could probably imagine. I then turned left to go celebrate at DQ for not unknowingly slaughtering me and 4 friends.

TL;DR – Had a hankering for icy treats, brain stopped me from obtaining said treats, brain was correct, semi truck flew past with broken brake lines and fucked shit up ahead of us.



When I was in high school, I had a group of friends that all lived near my dad’s house, so I pretty much just hung out with them on the weekends. This was way out in the country, so we did stupid shit like skinny dipping in the lake, climbing oil derricks and riding them, stealing our parent’s beer, etc. That Friday, one of my buddies, Ryan, called and asked if I was planning on hanging with them that night, and offered to come pick me up. I didn’t have any other plans, but for some reason I just strongly did not want to go. No obvious reason, it was like I had just made up my mind NOT to go have fun, and there was nothing I could do to convince myself. So I turned him down and settled in for a night of watching crappy TV and feeling sorry for myself because everyone was out having fun.

About 2 am I was woken up by a BOOM…..BOOM way off in the distance. It sent chills up my spine, but I just kept trying to convince myself I was hearing things, or some idiot was spotlighting close by. Then my step mom calls me, frantic. The kids I hung out with had invited someone new to go out with them. They had climbed onto an oil well tank and were sitting around chatting, like we did all the time, no big deal. One of the wells was in use, the other was recently emptied and the workers hadn’t sealed the top back. The new kid decided he wanted to see inside, took out a cigarette lighter for light, blew himself away, and it set off a chain reaction to the other, full tank where the others were sitting. There were 5 kids there, only one survived, and that’s because he was still climbing the ladder and got thrown sideways into a ditch instead of blasted up into the air. The other four, it took a couple days to find all the body parts in the woods. My step mother had called me because when they started identifying body parts she knew I usually hung out with them.


Source: Reddit, have you ever had a gut feeling that something was bad so you left, only to find out that something bad actually did happen?