Intuitive People Reveal How Their "Something's Wrong Here" Feeling Saved Them

You ever get that feeling in your gut like something is super wrong? Most of us have, and most of the time that feeling - thankfully - turns out to be nothing. Every now that then, though, that feeling is a warning that yeah, things are about to get really, really real. One Reddit user asked:

When did your "Something is very wrong here" feeling turned out to be true?

And honestly this is a list full of tons of people who may not be here had they made a different choice - or would be here with much higher therapy and medical bills. Some of these entries are on the disturbing side, move forward with caution.

Mom sat me down when I was eighteen, already in tears proclaiming she had something serious to tell me. Being as sarcastic and nervous I am, I turned and joked "What? Is dad not my real dad anymore?"

Welp, folks..

Used to live on a farm on the outskirts of Tornado Alley.

It's super disconcerting when the sky is looking ominous and it's really windy, maybe gusting up to 40-50 mph. Then at the drop of a hat....complete calm.

That's your cue to get inside. You don't necessarily notice that it's quiet, or green, or calm right away, but you just feel wrong. It's a real palpable sense of dread, like it's instinct. There is an actual physical feeling caused by barometric pressure changes, which are MASSIVE right before tornadoes and hurricanes. The people who felt that and acted on it survived, and passed on the idea that "Hey, this is a bad feeling, don't just mess about if it happens."

I had a couple tornadoes close and several nasty wind storms that were nearly as bad as a tornado. The whole "calm before the storm" saying exists for a reason and it's freaky.

My siblings and I were swimming at a neighbors house with their kid, but the adults were inside. Randomly a thought came into my head of "Wheres my sister?". She easily could've gone inside or have walked across the street and be home but i felt like I needed to find her ASAP. I got all of us kids to search when we noticed she was at the bottom of the pool, completely blue.

She made a complete recovery and is one of the best parts of my life.

There is such a thing as a feeling of "impending doom" when your body is like - "yo, you are about to die" - it is a real thing.

I had not been feeling well, and all of a sudden I sat up and had a distinct feeling of you are going to die soon if you don't do something. I drove myself to the ER and on the way was getting chest pains. I went in, told them and they took me to the back. After some tests there were a lit of people around me injecting me with a lot of different stuff.

Turns out I had a pulmonary embolism (blood clot in my lung) which at any second could have gone to my brain and killed me then and there. The doctors said if I had left it any longer I would have been dead.

Thanks brain!

The end of April, my friend and I were to meet up for drinks. He didn't show, didn't answer his phone, didn't respond to my texts. I knew he was dead. I got the call the next day...he died in a car crash on his way to meet me.

4 students of mine won the 1st prize for a project they did and we all got a free trip to London.

We had spent the day sightseeing and were exhausted so we got an ice-cream and sat on a bench in a park to relax. A couple of minutes later I notice this couple walk by slowly, staring at us. My spidey-senses go mental. I do not like these people for some reason. She walks by and sits on the bench next to ours and he sits on the bench across from hers. They arent talking, just looking at each other. And that is when I notice her reaching into her pockets. I jump up, grab my students and run out of the park.

My poor students are confused AF and wondering wtf is wrong with me, when all of a sudden we hear screaming. Turns out she stabbed a couple walking through the park, trying to rob them.

It scares the ever loving s*** out of me knowing had I not gotten my students out of there, we would have been stabbed and robbed.

I was just 20, in London on my own. I met a guy (I can't remember how) and we went to a pub for a drink. I took a photo of him with my camera and then he asked for the camera and took some photos of me, and looked through them. We left the pub and he was trying to get me to go somewhere in particular, but I just wanted to stay public and go to another pub. I felt like something was off, and he seemed to get angry that I wasn't willing to go with him, so I basically sprint walked away from him. Later, I was looking through the photos on my camera and realized that he had deleted the photo I took of him. I'm certain he had a bad plan for me and I learnt a really valuable lesson that day.

Worked as a NICU nurse for a few years. I had a micropreemie who in general wasnt doing so great. At 8pm baby looked fine, at 11pm I thought their abdomen looked a little grayish. Called all the other staff nurses in to look at baby. No other symptoms at this point. Everyone said kiddo looked fine. Abdomen was soft and nondistended.

Something kept nagging at my nurse brain so I called the NP to take a look. She agreed that everything looked okay but we should test a blood gas to see if they were overcompensating or something. Bedside blood gas came back normal. She went back to bed.

Still something wasnt right and I dont know how I knew, but I did. I called the doc and made her come see the baby. She agreed with everyone else. I'm just being paranoid. I tell her that I KNOW something is wrong. She gives me the runaround and basically says she doesnt want to come to the unit because it's late. She eventually comes up and tells me they're fine, there's nothing going on, all while letting me know what an inconvenience this has been for her. She orders an abdominal xray just to basically say she did something. Baby at this point is still stable, no changes in vital signs or appearance.

Xray comes to the bedside stat and finds that baby's intestine has ruptured and he has free air in the abdominal cavity. Cue a collective oh s*** from everyone around. Kid had bedside surgery less than 2 hours later because they weren't stable enough to transport to OR. Meanwhile I sat back and basically said "I told you so" to everyone. Made sure the doctor knew that my annoyances are the only reason this baby is still alive, and maybe listen to your nurses next time.

They ended up making a full recovery. I'm 100% sure they're still alive today because I was the nurse that night. The parents agree. Feelsgoodman.

I worked at a fast food restaurant and I got an antsy phone call from my dad telling me to come home ASAP. There were storms on the way and he was nervous about the timing. I thought he was being paranoid until I got this really uneasy feeling as well. Every nerve in my body was telling me to get home RIGHT NOW.

I pissed off the manager when I left without mopping the floors. I rushed home and I had barely gotten into the door for two minutes before a tornado hit our house.

Looking back on it, if I didn't leave when I did, I would've been driving along the road the tornado followed and I probably wouldn't be here.

I got written up at work for leaving without completing my tasks but a write-up is better than being dead.

My dad has had health issues since 2008 when the first stroke hit. Since then he was always in and out of hospitals and it became just another thing. It happened so much that he would dismiss symptoms just so he wouldn't have to go to the hospital again. It became even worse when he was diagnosed with stage 4 kidney failure and had to do dialysis three times a week.

Anyway, I went to visit him about a month ago and out of the blue he kinda looks at his hand and says, "you know, my finger has been smelling funny lately." I'm all incredulous and I tell him funny smells usually means infections. I joke around and tell him he needs to get it looked at before they have to amputate it.

Spoiler alert: by the time he had it looked at the bloodflow to the finger was compromised due to a fistula in his arm. He needed to get it amputated.

This is where the funny feeling kicked in. My grandmother, his mom, passed away in 98' after her leg was amputated. The fact that he had to have anything amputated starting making me anxious, and I dismissed it as being over dramatic.

His surgery was the Friday before Mother's day and I went to visit him after work to see how he was feeling. He was so groggy and kept falling asleep at the table so my mom and I basically carry him to his bed. He's a proud man, super oldschool in a 'I'm a man, I don't need my wife and daughter helping me' kind of way but he clung to us because he just couldn't do it on his own.

We got him to the bed and he couldn't even lift his legs up. I had to do it for him and stick some pillows under his head. I looked over at my mom and the look on her face made my stomach drop and I asked her if she wanted me to stay with her tonight. You know, just in case. She said yes.

2am I go downstairs to check on them because I can't sleep. He starts moving around and trying to take his sweater vest off because he's hot. He was still wearing the clothes from earlier. So I help him unzip it and he wakes up briefly, sees that it's me and smiles. He puts his good hand on my arm and just smiles.

4am Saturday morning mom wakes me up and real calmly says she doesn't think Daddy is breathing. I knew it before I entered the room because in addition to the kidney issues, he had some breathing problems too and always took laborious breaths when he slept. It was quiet, I heisitate to use the term dead quiet because thats exactly what it was.

We called 911 and the ambulance came. They got him back, lost him, got him back again but said he was clinically brain dead and we should probably call the family. So we do.

1:00 am Mother's day my sister and I are standing watch in the room. We agreed to sleep in shifts and it was her turn. My anxiety is skyrocketing and my fight or flight is kicking in and I just want to leave and go for a walk around the halls to calm my mind. So I get up and as I'm passing his bed my anxiety becomes more direct, if that makes sense. I suddenly felt that I needed to be there. So I stood by his bed and held his hand. I told him that we were there with him, and just spoke about anything that came to my head because honestly I'm just flying on auto-pilot when it came to cognitive function. I do remember saying, right before I sat down, that I know he's tired and that we don't want him to hurt anymore and we'll always love him. I went to go sit back down because I was crying and a few minutes later the machines started going haywire. He passed at 1:30am.

Buying weed in cuba when I was sixteen.

Super nice guy, one of the first people I had met in Cuba, had only been there two weeks. I asked him for weed. He's like I just got to pick it up from my house. I was no problem, you are a friend this isn't weird.

So, we enter the house, but part of the side wall is blown out into an doorway to connect all the houses on the street. I would say there is about 10. So, we are walking through these houses. Its just old cubans watching tv. We get to the last house. Its the only one that has a door. He tells me, "okay I'm just going to get the stuff. you wait here." He enters, I hear him lock the door.

I get the "Oh, I'm about to get robbed" feeling. I turn around I see all the doorway were passing now have doggie gates to prevent a quick get away.

So, I bolt.

I'm doing some Olympic vaulting over these doggie doors. I hear the door swing open. My friend lacks weed yet has a knife.

So, I speed up. Old Cuban women are attempting to grab me. They are getting an american sixteen year old stiff arm to the face.

I get to the street. He is right on my tail. Book it about 5 more blocks. I see a cop. Basically power slide behind him. Look up, I see my "friend" half way up the block. Gasps. Turns around. Yeah, I made it to base.

The Cuban cop said something to me, I don't speak any Spanish. So, I just shrugged and walked in the opposite direction. Never saw my friend after that.

I'm working one morning and my fiancée is off. She texts me around 10 or 11 and she says she had gone out to breakfast with her family and they bought her flowers and she was having a good morning.. blah blah.. I was glad to hear that because she didn't really get along well with her family. The more the day went along, the more it all didn't sound right.

Later that evening, she was acting unusual and she wouldn't tell me what was going on.. so I checked the cell phone account activity and learned not only had she been texting and calling this random guy constantly but she had been repeatedly lying to me about what she was doing or why she'd go do this and that or get off the phone with me (like to get back to work).. there were so many instances where she hung up with me and immediately called him and had lengthy conversations. I then pointed at the flowers that were sitting on my table in my apartment (really nice flowers, vase with marbles.. probably cost $60 easily). I asked if they were from him. They were.

That relationship ended right then and there.

I was at my grandparents for a gathering and me and some of the other older kids were playing catch or tag in the front yard, I can't exactly remember, doesn't matter. The younger kids were playing in the backyard, doing whatever the hell kids do. While playing, I could SWEAR I heard a crying/wailing/screaming sound, but it was very quiet and distant. It was one of the most horrific screams I've ever heard, but I asked the others and they didn't hear a thing, and all insisted it was nothing. I don't know why but felt absolutely dreadful and terrified, yet everything was fine, so I decided to go check it out. I run into the backyard and it turns out my little sister (4-5 yrs at the time) was bleeding severely, she was covered in blood and trying to crawl towards the house, I swear it was out of a damn horror movie, looking back I can't believe this actually happened. Long story short my little cousin (7-8 yrs at the time) decided it was a good Idea to play "catch" with some broken glass he found in the backyard, and ended up cutting her jaw very deeply.

Kids are dumb.

Once at a party I was about to kiss this girl, but my spider senses tingled. I took a few steps back, and she was like "what the fu- " before throwing up. So glad I dodged that bullet.

I used to clean vacant houses for a living. One day I was working at a house near the end of a dead end street and there was maybe 6 or 7 houses on the one side of the street before an intersection with a stoplight so it was a pretty heavy traffic area. I was cleaning out the property just fine when my Spidey-Sense went off the charts. I was inside the house but I pretty much dropped everything, got in my car and started to drive outta there. On the corner I saw a weird looking guy that had a nasty feeling about him.

When I got home it was all over the news, that guy killed a police officer right on that street corner about 15 minutes after I hoofed it. Told my boss that I wasn't going to go back to that property. He understood.

Friend invited me to see Great White. Was going to go but last minute changed my mind on him.

He died at the Station Nightclub fire.

I lived in the Middle East for about 9 years. One night I was out with 3 friends of mine and we were hanging out having a smoke out on the street.

Two cars pulled up and about 6-7 grown men stepped out of the car rather aggressively right in front of us. As soon as that happened one of the guys I was with very quickly took off. Another guy leaned in grabbed my shoulder hard and told me firmly "Your name is Ahmed and you're muslim!"

That's when I thought to myself "Something is about to go very wrong here."

Turned out this was a group of Muslim extremists. They stood aggressively close to us and started telling us about their brotherhood. The friend who had given me the fake identity instructions (who was actually Muslim), did most of the talking to cover me. We were forced to stand there and talk until a military truck pulled up, guns drawn, and told them to piss off.

Military asked us if we were fine and told us to stay out of this area late at night.

I was like 6 years old and in the backyard of my best friend/neighbor swimming in a 3ft play pool thing. She went inside to ask for something and right as she left, a guy on a motorcycle drove down the alley and stopped. The fence was a small chain link fence, so he definitely saw me and stopped. And I could see him clearly, like 20 years later it's still so vivid.

He pulled out some gloves and put them on which is the last thing I saw him doing as I got out and ran through their garage out the front, and inside my house next door terrified. He drove around the front down the street slowly and about 10 minutes later shot 2 kids at the park at the end of my street.

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