Your brain is WITH/your brain is YOU, you are not against yourself! Those dumb and toxic stereotypes that are forced on innocent people/the ones that tries to push away your instinct/your gut feeling.
@@cosmicreef5858 I think the brain has several levels of decision making. When it gets down to the gut level that is the one looking out for you and the world you care about. Most decision making is really not that important but when your gut is telling you what to do you really need to listen because that is you and only you.
I'm not sure if this counts, but around December 2020 I was sitting in my room cuddling my 15 year old cat. I looked in her eyes and suddenly had this horrendous feeling that this would be my last Christmas with her. Like, a strong enough feeling that I went from content to sobbing and hyperventilating in seconds. Come February 2021, my cat started hiding away, stopped eating, stopped playing with my other cat. Took her to the vet, but there wasn't anything they could do. Just help her pass painlessly. To this day, I wonder if I subconsciously saw a sickness in my cat and if I could've helped her if she got to the vet before she started showing symptoms.
I know exactly what you mean, but I feel like that is less gut feeling and more our pooches non-verbally communicating to us that they don't have much time left anymore. It breaks my heart to write this because the wound is still so fresh, but I saw the exact same look in my dog's eyes on the afternoon of 20th December, 2022. It was this look that I cannot describe, but I knew that he was trying to tell me something. He had never looked at me that way in all his 7 years. He passed away later that night. Kidney failure. I'm so sorry about your cat.
I had something similar happen to me. Around September 2021 I was super sick and ended up going to the hospital for like a week and a half. I think my cat (who treated me like i was her big hairless kitten and was borderline obsessed with me) must have thought I died or something, because she was reportedly really stressed out, to the point where a couple days in she ended up having a seizure. I was devastated, she acted completely different, and she always seemed at least a little confused. One night, about half a year later, she was wandering around the kitchen, really confused, walking in circles like she did the first few weeks after my time away. She would do that every now and then, but something felt kind of weird. I spent a good deal of time with her that night. Usually I just ignored it if I couldn't help her. I think I told myself I just felt bad for her but I was definitely lying to myself. I knew something was off. The very next morning I woke up to my dad telling me she'd had another seizure that morning and passed away. I'm glad I at least got to spend some time with her before she went, but I wish there was something I could have done to help her
I work in a materinty ward, so the baby story is especially horrifying and appalling. I am not exaggerating when I say literally everyone had to completely and utterly fail their jobs for this to happen to that poor family. No movement in utero should have been where that caught it, bit NO REFLEXES and they told them she was FINE?! I hope they reported this, because each and every one of them failed. Everyone had their jobs, from the care assistants, the nurses, the doctors, the pediatricians! It is horrifying the sheer amount of people who did not notice a baby was essentially brain dead, so many I highly doubt the mum received so much as adaquate medical care or support. I hope they reported each and every one of them because they at minimum need retraining.
This is exactly what I thought when I heard that story. When my son was born a month early, he was completely healthy but the hospital had to keep him in the nicu purely for procedure purposes and they absolutely made sure he passed all of his tests before he could even come into my room in the hospital, let alone leaving the hospital altogether. The neglect of that staff is absolutely appalling. My heart breaks for that baby and family.
@@danquaylesitsspeltpotatoe8307 You prepare the family for the possibilities of what may come. It would be horrifying holding your 16 day old baby for their last breath when you were told the whole time you have a healthy baby. Sounds like some sick psychological experiment from a vault.
If I had a bad feeling about one of my cats, had to leave and instructed my mother to NOT let the cat outside, and she then let it outside allowing it to be hit by a car, I would never forgive her omg.
@@elconejito99 I said basically, not directly. She let the cat out of the house, knowing her daughter said not to. And if she hadn't of let the cat out, it wouldn't have died.
In April of 2020 my husband started acting really weird and not sleeping. He posted some really weird and crazy rants on Facebook that my mom noticed right away and she reached out to me and asked me if he was okay because the content was disturbing. I tried to brush things off and tell my mom things were fine, but the fact that my mom, who lives hours away noticed something was wrong was a big clue to me I couldn’t keep ignoring things. The next day he tried to give our 1.5 year old CBD tea and that’s when I knew I had to do something. When he left the house for a walk I quickly packed up my bags, our dog, and the baby and ran. I called the mental health hotline in my country and told them everything and they contacted the police. I ended up staying with his sister and she watched my daughter, who is the same age as her daughter, while I went to court and did everything I could to get him taken to a psychiatric facility for treatment. He stayed there for 2 weeks and they made sure he got proper sleep and basically diagnosed him as having a mental breakdown due to stress.
@@stephaniecruzado384 he’s good. He spent a few weeks in the hospital to get back on track and we worked together on his mental health to get him to a good place.
My brother had grown ill with high fever. It was so bad he lost consciousness a couple of times. Next day my grandma calls in frantically, demanding to know if my brother is okay. We tell her he is doing better, she says "better from what?" turns out, she hadn't heard from anybody what had happened. She simply called because she had a strong intuition something was wrong with my brother.
One time I went to my friend's brother's house with my friend. Brother was mid 40s and his daughter was 14. The way I saw the father and daughter interact, my gut told me something wasn't right. I wanted to call CPS but I didn't have anything to say other than my gut is telling me something is wrong between the father/daughter. I asked my friend if my friend knew if there was something wrong with his brother's and niece relationship but my friend got mad at me for thinking anything was wrong and told me to leave. Six months later the brother was arrested and later convicted and se=ntenced for getting his daughter pregnant. My gut was telling me there was incest rape but I didn't know what to do without any evidence.
My sister's long-distance boyfriend hadn't contacted her for three days, which was extremely odd for him. He was in the military, so she called them to ask if he was okay, because his phone wasn't working. My sister is usually a bit paranoid, and tends to worry about her loved ones getting hurt. My parents and I tried to reassure her that he was okay. When she made it through to the superior officer, it was the worst news. Turns out two fellow soldiers went to his room that morning because he'd missed training. They found him dead. I'll never doubt my sister again.
I was temping in a new city (to me) in the late 1980s and the temp agency called with an assignment in an empty section of an apartment complex to sit alone in an office with no landline - and before mobile phones were commonplace - to receive rent checks and to show empty apartments to walk-ins, i.e., randos. I said that sounded unsafe and declined, and in the nicest way possible suggested they not accept jobs under conditions that put their temps in danger, which really set them off as I suspect they never considered our safety before so why start now (“this is the 1st we are hearing about this” etc.). I never got booked for another gig (duh) & about a year later I was watching Unsolved Mysteries reporting on a wave of attacks on women working in apartment complexes under the same conditions I encountered. Who’s crazy now?
Went swimmimg with a friend from school. Beforehand I felt too tired but my gut told me I had to for some reason. My friend had a fit in the swimming pool and nearly drowned, so I had to help keep her head up long enough for the lifeguards to jump in. Hate to think what would have happened if I wasn't there
You realize that every human on earth will die at some point right? The cemetery is just full of people, regardless of how 'early' or 'late' they died..
My great-grandmother had already packed everything to get on board of the evacuation ship "Gustloff" with my grandma and her brother as east-german refugees in 1945, but cancelled it the day before because she got a sudden feeling of dread. The ship was sunk by a russian submarine with around 9000 deaths. Fate can be weird sometimes.
That cat one was honestly the worst one. I don’t think my relationship with my mother would have ever recovered if I had been that person, but I also never would have forgiven myself. Getting a gut feeling that I ignore and ends up being right is like my worst nightmare
when i was like 10,a somewhat fat boy,in spain at the beach,rolling around in the sand like im a schnitzel trying to marinade like a walrus,and i distinctly remember a old dude looking at me and smiling in a weird way,ive never felt like i felt that moment in my life, i had the feeling to get dressed asap and find my mom...that made me realize that this is how cute girls must feel with those creeps around,gave me an whole other level of appreciation for the situation some people find themselfes in... fucking creepy
When I was in middle school back in the stone age (I'm 50+) one of the teachers made the hairs stand out on the back of my neck. I found him incredibly creepy, and was thankful that he was a crap teacher. He used to just let us into the classroom where the assignment was written on the board (basically we could do whatever we wanted) while he had a fika with our mentors. I don't think he spent more than perhaps three minutes with us in the classroom per year. We learned zilch. A few years later he went to prison for r**ing his preteen daughter. I was horrified but not surprised because, well, I thought he was a creep. When he was released he came to school. This was many years ago and back then you couldn't be fired as a teacher "just" because you had been convicted of child molestation. The students refused to go to his classes, and was supported fully by the principal who fought tooth and nail to get rid of the sick bastard. There were a few similar cases in Sweden and after about a year the law was changed and he was fired immediately (most likely the happiest day in the principal's life). With the conviction he could no find a new teaching position.
@@Davidscomix Indeed. I went on to become a middle school teacher myself, just a lot less creepy. Some years ago I had this student I never really got a grip on. It was like he didn't know how to react; when something happened he first had to check hos his friends reacted and mimic them. So, I thought he was "off" but as long as he wasn't making trouble I really didn't mind that he was a little weird. Heck, most would probably think that I am a little weird so who am I to judge. Anyway, his friend group was a rather wild bunch but the friends matured into really amazing guys. Mr No Reaction met a girl who had a couple of kids, settled down with her and had a few more. So, wife, full time job, a house full of kids and a dog. Couldn't be normal than that. Well... Mr No Reaction, who was devoid of human emotions managed to hide for years what he was doing to the step children. Unfortunately for him he's not too bright, so he filmed the r*pes of these very young children and now he's in prison for a very, very long time. I hope the other inmates assault him daily. And I have zero hopes that he will be reformed when he is released; he isn't human and has never been. So, he'll change his name and move to some podunk town where he will find a single mom with young kids.
This has been asked before but here goes anyway. An elderly neighbor asked me to move some lumber that had sitting out for some time. His backyard was full of miscellaneous items, overgrown bushes, and a weeping willow tree that made a portion of it dark. Before I began working I wondered to myself, “What if there’s a spider there?” I then took a rake and moved the first two by four. Sure enough, there sat a black widow!
Depending on where you live, spiders being under wood/debris in an overgrown yard would likely be classified as more common sense than intuition... although, one being a 'black widow' would be a bit more startling. I absolutely detest spiders of any kind but unfortunately, where I live, spiders are more the rule than the exception & black widows & brown recluse are also common.
When I was 17 I worked at a grocery store. There was a lady who worked there, we will call her “Betty” Betty was a cashier. She was 24 but look 60, so I already knew she must have been bad on drugs. I always found her annoying because of her obnoxious behavior. At times she would give off this 🤨look at me for no apparent reason. I remember one night I went to take out the garbage and when I walked around the side of the store to the front, she was in the corner smoking a cigarette. She then said “I live right across the street” I just laughed and kept walking. I later quit the job and about maybe a year later I was driving and saw her being arrested on the side of the road. Im very glad I wasn’t stupid enough to accept her “invitation” to her house. Idk what it was for, but I wouldn’t want to be involved in it. Also she had a toddler, who I hope is in someone else’s custody.
I've had multiple instances of my subconscious telling me something like being to take a guess that two people were actually together despite them never saying or showing it. Or the time I figured out my bil was wanting my dad's blessing despite him saying he wasn't going to ask until years later. But the best case for this I had was noticing that something was wrong with this guy I knew. I could of just kept walking but decided to talk for a minute which cleared my bad feeling. Well we talked and a couple days later I learned they had gone to get help because they had been contemplating suicide and me talk helped to keep them from crossing the line.
Statistically, it is nearly certain you have interacted with rapists, murderers, and kiddie-diddlers in your daily life on multiple occasions and never knew it.
In 1994, I saw the home of a famous singer/songwriter's home burning down to the ground because of a brush fire. There was a crew working nearby carelessly working with small torches which started the fire which spread quickly. I saw this on TV and I believe the segment was shown live as it was a breaking story. I saw the person walking away from the scene and the paparazzi with a smile that resembled anger and hurt. As the news segment ended, I knew in my gut what was going to happen and I cried. They had been alcohol and substance free for over fourteen years, and I said out loud they were going to drink again. I had no proof, only my gut and my feelings. A few years later, the person wrote their autobiography. After the brush fire, I read they moved into a motel room, drinking bottle(s) of red wine, infuriated at what happened to their home as well as the carelessness of the workers who started the fire. Now, the long since retired rock and roll singer/songwriter recently celebrated over twenty three years abstinence from alcohol and mood and mind altering substances.
these stories are always so interesting, but i can't help but think about all the times we have a bad feeling about something or someone and nothing comes from it.
I remember a time it was raining and a coworker was getting ready to leave something told me not let them leave so I did. They got annoyed that I wasn't letting especially since I said I was trying to remember what I needed to as them. While we stood at the stores exit a car went by very quickly. And they saw it, it was apparent to both of us that if I hadn't stopped they that car would of likely hit them. No one complained when I stopped them after that.
You can't judge based on hypotheticals. I always see those incidents more as your brain knows that there is the 'potential' of something bad happening. Studies show that a large majority of violent crimes happen because the 'opportunity presented itself' the the criminal. Like the case of the bikini OP, that guy saw an opportunity and was attempting to create a situation where he could get to them. Similiar to the 911 OP. That situation seems like those guys had already gotten away with it once and were attempting to recreate a scenario where they could do so again.
Because bad feeling is not enough. You need intuition. Intuition feels like "knowing", you know that something gonna happen. If you never felt that it's hard to explain.
@@Mukyuify It's utmost certainty that s--t is going down, it's not even in the same class of feeling as "something might happen". It straight up steals your attention (regardless of what you were doing/thinking) and your brain prepares accordingly.
I am autistic and my brother always told me to never be ashamed to tell him if I feel "off" about someone. It didn't matter if he knew them for years: if I wasn't comfortable, he wouldn't leave me alone with them. I admitted I hated the bar where he worked at because it just never felt safe there without him or his girlfriend. He admitted I wasn't wrong to feel that way because crazy things have happened at the bar that he doesn't talk about for good reason. So he doesn't mind if I prefer to avoid his workplace. His girlfriend even shared some videos she had taken of the crazy, but not illegal, stuff that's happened in there (like people dancing on the bar) and says alcohol can bring out the worst in people. At least she and my brother are professionals at this point on how to deal with it.
I've had people admit they had a gut feeling about me when they first meet me. I have high functioning autism spectrum disorder, but because of it I have sociopathic tendencies. Apparently it wasn't a bad feeling they just felt I was off. I am just happy they could feel it. I always trust my gut and it's saved me countless times, I'm never offended when someone sees me as off.
I'm sorry if this comes out as disrespectful but could you please explain the part where you say that because of the ASD you have sociopathic tendencies? I am asking as I also have ASD
@@magicalcrow6649 ASD folks are oftentimes confused with NPD too. I guess it's the fact that they are focused on themselves instead of social interactions and how they don't properly know how to interact naturally with neurotypicals without masking, and masking isn't perfect, so they'll feel something fake from them. They have empathy but feel it differently too, and accept facts better than emotional responses, therefore people may think they lack empathy. Overall, ASD is kind of a different language that neurotypicals can't read. This gut feeling is basically people not being able to understand someone else body language, so that would apply to ASD
I once went to a concert with my dad, in Dallas, about half way through it I started feeling something was off. I asked my dad to leave and eventually we did. About half an hour later, a Tornado touched down destroyed a building across the street from where thw concert was, along with a bunch of cars.
I had a similar feeling when I was a kid, maybe 10-11 years old. We were on a long road trip passing through PA. We stopped at a rest area and my parents wanted to stay there for a while. I kept looking at the sky and my gut told me it wasn't right and I just kept badgering them that the clouds weren't right and we had to leave, now. They finally relented and we drove off. When we got to our hotel that night the news was talking about a tornado that touched down in that area of PA not more than 15-20 minutes after we left.
So for me, my family is Christian and I go to youthgroups so I can hang out with kids my own age. So I went for a year, brought a friend with me as well. The friend treated the place and the people like it was a spot literally just for dating and picking up one night stands. And because she is a little more short and squat, she ended up just drawing a lot of attention to me, especially since I love wearing shorts and baggy sweatshirts. Fast forward five months and me rejecting multiple guys who were hitting on me constantly, and this one "special" guy joined the youthgroup and immediately took a special liking to me. My friend encouraged it. I didn't like him or how he was following me around and stuff so I basically always kept my distance from him. Until he cornered me in a room away from anyone else. Next thing I know he was trying to sexually assault me, I punched him in the face, and my friend came running around the corner and beat him up. This happened at a *youthgroup*, I'll remind you.
There was a senior guy in my choir class when i was a freshman that everyone loved. Tall, good looking, good christian boy. Never saw him angry, only smiling. I couldnt understand why he gave me the ick so bad when no one else felt that way. I even told my friends he seemed off but they said i was being crazy and judgy. He started dating a freshman girl from my class and i got even more paranoid because this specific girl was a very late bloomer and compared to him (i think he was like 6 foot 5 or more), she looked like a literal child. I dont think she even came up to his chest. Everyone said they were so cute together but i couldnt shake the feeling. He also figured out i didnt like him and tried to tickle and tease me to "give him a chance". I literally would get chills if i had to be around him. Anyway when i was a senior the big scandal of that year was that that guy had been arrested for r wording 2 girls that were 12 and 9 years old 😳 i cried when i saw his mugshot he looked like an actual monster. His eyes... Were hollow.
I always had a bad feeling about this guy who used to swim at my community pool. He was bald, late 40s or early 50s and always wore red swim shorts. I think I knew that he could hear but not speak because of how I would see him interact with life guards and snack bar staff. I always got a weird feeling about him but also felt bad because I figured he was somehow disabled and I might be factoring it into the weird feeling which I knew was wrong. I was about 8 or 9 and I was on line at the pool grill counter to order some fries. My mom had given me the money and said to go get them and come right back to our table. It was later in the day so not crowded at the pool and lunch was more or less over so the line was short. I was tiny even for an 8 year old so I could hardly see over the counter. My head was about level with it. I told the cook I wanted fries and he said he had to get some from the freezer and went into the back. Just then I felt someone put their hands over my ears grip on to my head and suddenly my forehead was smashed against the counter. It had hit it really hard and I was stunned. It hurt but I was so confused I didnt understand what had just happened. I turned around and the creepy bald guy in the red swim trunks was there smiling down at me. I looked around to see if there was anyone else who saw what had just happened but the cashier was on the floor behind the checkout station restocking chips or something. I took off running, got back to my mom and she asked why the hell my head had a huge welt. I dont know why but I lied and just said I hit my head. She got mad at me for being careless and not getting the fries even though I was gone a while but I never thought to tell her what happened for some reason. It was so random and fast it was like I almost wasn’t sure if it was real. The rest of the summer I avoided the snack bar because I felt bad about leaving my fry order and I never wanted to be in the pool if that guy was there unless my mom was with me. One day I was playing with my friends on the pool stairs with our barbies. My friends mom comes up to us and says “see that man” she points over to the bald guy in the red trunks. We said yes. She said “I want you girls to stay far away from him.” And then she just dropped it and we went back to playing. Idk what he did that my friends mom saw or found out about but I wish I had spoken up or said something b/c I have a feeling he hurt another child after me and maybe if I had told someone they would have banned him before it happened. I still dont understand exactly why I didnt tell my mom. Im 36 now and I only recently told her what happened and she remembered the guy and him being odd but didnt remember any reports that he’d harmed anyone else. There are people out there that just want to hurt kids or hurt innocence.
That is sooooo creepy omg.... What a monster.. Why would anyone do that? To a young, small child? I am so sorry that happened. It is scary quite frankly..
At the airport a shabby looking man pulled my 8 year old daughter's ponytail really bad but in a way that I couldn't tell. My daughter later told me that he did it so bad that she held back a scream. I felt really bad that I was right there but couldn't figure out what that ba*t*rd did and couldn't protect her! 😢
November 8th of this year. I couldn’t sleep all night and just kept having restless legs and feeling like I needed to leave. I finally fell asleep around 6am. Was woken up an hour later with my brother telling me my little sister died in child birth the night before, I broke down, obviously. But I feel like my little sister leaving this plane took a part of me with her, I can’t describe the feeling I had that whole night
I had a weird dream about a friend's dad, it came out 3 months later that he was assaulting her from a very young age. (So young she thought it was normal, why it didn't come out earlier). Had the exact same dream about a different guy a couple years back, haven't been in contact with anyone in that social group since COVID, so no idea what went down but... Had a dream about my grandma the morning she died, at the exact same time she passed. Several other stories I don't have time to type out now.
There was a dude who was positioned in the seat behind me in one of my highschool German classes- I'll call him Germany. My instant gut reaction was to feel creeped out by him; that he reminded me of my abusive father in some not so good ways... but then, the baseline cultural programming kicked in & I felt ashamed for "judging a book by its cover"; making unflattering assumptions about a guy I didn't know, who'd never demonstrated any reason to be wary... so, I went the other direction. I tried to be friendly & engaging, met with friendly nonengagement... cue the teacher interference... Our teacher had repeatedly attempted to get us chatting to no avail, until- she took us to the computer-lab & paired us up "randomly" to anonymously "meet" each other, & discuss our lives & interests in the foreign language she taught. Turns out we had similar taste in music from older generations, similar humor, both of us were artists, loved videogames, etc - and we hit it off as friends. Our teacher wound up regretting getting him talking, as once he finally became chatty & sociable, she couldn't shut him up. We really enjoyed each others company, & when we no longer had classes together, I'd still drop in on him when the opportunity presented itself to chat & catch up. He befriended each myself, & my ex independently - playing keyboard in a band with my ex, & consistently presented as a reasonably decent dude. We all wound up being roommates out of highschool & he was a member of our household more often than not for the better part of two decades through all manner of struggles, abusive families of origin, disability, impoverishment, structural & state violence. He was one of our children's parental figures, a trusted member of our inner circle, & "extended family". Eventually after the marriage with my ex had run its course, he & I got together - and had a child between us. We struggled & faced ongoing persecution for our medicine, disabilities, impoverishment, & well-founded distrust of the system until our family was finally torn apart & scattered by corrupt state agencies for federal financial incentives. Only after all of that- did it come out that Germany was actually a predatory pedophile who'd been preying on & abusing us all along. My family & life were completely torn apart, & I was lucky to survive the aftermath - only to find the one adult person I really trusted, & the closest thing to a support system I had - my rock- was a monster all along. So yeah- he's in prison; my kids who he preyed on are grown. There's a reason people "judge books by their covers" - it might not *ALWAYS* accurately reflect what's inside, but it's usually a pretty good indication unless deception is actively involved.
In December 2021, I did a long distance delivery to western Kentucky. While unloading construction supplies at this rural house late in the afternoon, I noticed how the clouds had a strange gray-green tint, the air turned surprisingly humid, and the animals were completely silent as if they had vanished. A gut feeling told me to just dump everything off and get out of there as fast as possible, and my helper had the exact same feeling. Several hours later, a deadly EF4 tornado swept through the area I had just delivered to and killed several people.
'The smile that never reaches the eyes'. 'That light that never, ever, warms.' 'It's what they are taught: they are artificial, empty, hollow, stuffed people'. No, I'm not crazy, just quoting poems and tales about evil upper-class 'types'. 🙂
Late to the story. Here it is. My son. 18 months old, wanted chips. Give him chips and he sits out the veranda. I’m washing dishes, well…I kept hearing my mum voice to go get the glass. I kept washing but my inner voice was getting louder. I finally went out and yes, my son was choking on his chips. I almost took his shoulder out to smack his back. The glass was my son
@@thefastcommenter7774 Keep in mind chips doesnt mean the crispy ones everywhere. Chips in Commonwealth countries like Britain and Australia are what Americans call french fries and are soft and completely appropriate for a child over 12 months to be eating. However, the better question is, why was an infant left to eat food unsupervised?
I guess my mum had a gut feeling when my sister was born. She was my mum's second child and my mum noticed she'd twitch a bit while she was being fed. Didn't feel right about it so she called her midwife who said 'if you feel something is off, go to the doctor to get her checked' as they got to their appointment, my sister had a fit. Calcium deficiency. She had to get calcium pumped through a tube in her foot and I think in her head too? I don't know. My sister was fine after treatment. When I was born, my mum caught the signs early and knew what it was so she told the doctor while they were still in hospital and I just needed to get my milk changed.
I see some patterns here with these pedophile stories: 1. Adults always want to be with the kid/s (no adult wants that, with the exception of teachers, parents, etc.) 2. They try to organize sleepovers/parties, even when their kid didn't ask (probably to stalk more kids in the house) 3. When there's an event where kids wear bathing suits, they don't eye any other adults in bathing suits, but the kids Can y'all follow me?
Dead on. We had a pedo in the church I grew up in. As in adult, I don't understand how the other adults in the church didn't see it. He was married. His wife was 19, looked like she was 12. He was like early 40s or late 30s at best. Always chatting up the kids at church and had girls sleepover. Supposedly for his wife. Found out when I was older that he even had some kind of bedroom in the attic built that other members of the church helped him build. Was always trying to rub my neck and shoulders or put his arm around me and walk and talk which always made me uncomfortable.
I've gotten blood poisoning twice before when I was younger. I think both times were bc of a water blister on my hand that got dirt or whatever in it. I noticed the red streak going up my arm and realized what it meant before it went too far luckily. Took some strong antibiotics and they wiped it out in a day or two.
@@jaye4157 Sorry. I had written a reply and link to it on a medical website but the comment was deleted somehow. Blood poisoning isn't actually "poisoning", it's actually when bacteria enters through the bloodstream and eventually reaches the lymphatic system. The term for this is actually called lymphatitis.
There was a teacher, his name was Mr. Bishop, in my high school. He seemed pretty nice but I felt like slime covered my body whenever I was around him. He just made me super uncomfortable… Everyone “loved” him though even though he was a bit cold to us girls. Fast forward to like 5 years after I graduated and he got arrested for being a pedo. Apparently he really like boys… and more girls came out and said something felt off with him but the boys never picked up on it. Tbh, I knew he was one the moment I met himz
People rarely express an attraction to boys or men in general, so boys don't recognize it when it happens. Even adult men can't immediately recognize when a guy is sexually attracted to them. They just assume he's a nice guy who is friendly to everyone.
I have a minor one. It didn't save a life, but it saved me a lot of trouble. Last year, I took a film production class, and on the first day, when we were discussing what we'd like to do in film, one classmate said he wanted to be a director so he could tell people what to do. My professor called him out on it, and I made a mental note to not give him any important work if possible, since there were several group projects. When we had individual assignments, he'd do everything late, with the bare minimum of effort and a total lack of understanding of the material or why we were learning it. During the group projects, he would try to foist off all his work on the group members, and when he actually had to do something, would completely take over. During finals week, he got mad about something at his work, went on social media, and called almost everyone in class a slur, without giving their names. I don't know what's happened to him since, but I haven't seen him on any of the class rosters, and we had the same major.
CLOSE CALL - I went for a walk earlier this evening. I am a young woman, I work 12 hour shifts give or take, so although it was getting dark and misty I wanted to take my walk, I’d only be quick. That inner voice was telling me it wasn’t worth it but I ignored that and drove to the moors where I often walk. It’s secluded and there was no sign of people, lights, cars etc. I only went 15 minutes from my car up onto a tor but had the feeling to turn back. I was using my torch but then had the feeling to turn it off as I felt exposed with it. I near my car about 150 yards away and suddenly my gut GROWLS at me. Loud. I had eaten so it wasn’t from hunger. My ears pricked up, hearing the sound of nylon shuffling against itself and I stop to hear if it’s just me. It wasn’t. It’s basically dark and I focus my eyes to the direction of the noise and just make out two dark figures advancing fast towards me. My hairs stand up on end. I quicken my step and get out my keys, close enough to unlock my car and by the time I get in, just without breaking into a run, lock the doors, turn on the lights and start the engine; The head lights expose two figures running off into the darkness. In two minds at that point to drive away at speed or drive over them with speed. I chose the first. - post note, I was going to wear headphones but again that feeling told me not to. It’s the strict voice in your head telling you “not to have fun” in those situations. Listen to it. LADIES - LISTEN TO YOUR GUT AND DEEP FEELINGS. Be safe out there and remover you have teeth, claws and FIRE.
Best description of gut feelings/ intuition is realizations the mind made that haven't been turned into words yet. The human mind is sharp, and perceptive. We end up consciously ignoring much of the information we take in, but it's still thought of.
When I had to do mandatory driving hours with the school, I didn’t trust the guy who was instructing. I expressed this to my mom so she required me to have a companion in the car with me which most of the time ended up being her. Turns out my gut feeling was right because this guy made gross comments towards my classmates and would touch some of them. He was even quite touchy with me despite the fact that I was clear about no physical contact. I wish we had physical proof because I don’t want that guy around minors or being a free man in general. However, the police won’t do anything if there isn’t any viable proof other than a few teenagers words.
I’ve only had one or two occasions where I got bad vibes from someone, but I never saw either of those people again so I don’t actually know if anything was up with them or not. My mom’s the one with the good instincts. I’m too trusting for my own good. But that second story is why I never open the door when someone knocks or rings the bell unless I’m expecting a delivery or know someone’s coming to call.
I once was on my way to work and got off the bus. I suddenly had a super strong sinking feeling that yelled internally "Don't go. Mom's going to die." I literally stopped in my tracks but shrugged it off. Again the strong feeling of "Don't go! Mom's going to die!" I stopped again and just looked around feeling insane.... Like WHY WAS I HEARING THIS?! Honestly if anyone was around they'd have thought I was crazy because I kept walking and stopping and at one point even turned around to go home. I then stopped and asked myself if I really thought my Mom was going to die, and I realized the voice didn't specify whose mother was going to die. I felt like if it was my Mom then the feeling would (hopefully) be more specific. I got to the office, and less than 30 minutes later my boss started scream crying from her office. Her Mom had just died. I don't think I needed to actually go home, but her tragedy set off my asthma so I ended up having breathing problems the rest of the day. I still don't know why the Universe felt like I needed to get that message that day, but it stuck with me as a reminder to listen to my gut.
Story time. All the names are fake and changed for privacy reasons. A female friend of ours "Roni" called our group that she's gonna bring her new bf to the café we all liked going. Ok, cool. We are at the café and Roni comes and introduces the dude as "Mike". First glance at him and I said to myself "I don't like this guy". One of my other friends "Rita" asked me to come to the near by store with her. The first thing she says to me after we exited the café was "You don't like this guy either, do you?". 5 months later, Roni called me in the middle of the night, begging me to come to the place she shared with Mike. I come and she looked like a mess: bruises all over her hands, hair was disheveled etc. Turns out that guy beat her and went to do drugs with his friends. We pack everything that belonged to her (she was staying at his place) and went to my home. We call some of our friends to tell them about it. Another 3 months later, Mike was found brutally beaten in a park. He never identified his attackers but I'm 100% sure one of them was Roni's older brother although he denied being part of it.
This video reminds me that I got a job offer from a former employer for a live-in dev job. I consider him a good friend, talented artist, sales person and someone who values me highly but a bad manager in general. He's planning to offer me a lucrative salary to join his live-in team as a developer; rent free. I love the guy but I love my freedom more and it honestly seems like a bad idea or a bad time. Unless I'm desperate for work/money, I'll probably reject the offer when he actually puts the team together and might update here if shit actually hits the fan afterwards with the live-in team.
My friend once dated a guy, and for some reason she wanted me to meet him. Something told me he couldn’t be trusted…and they had an abusive relationship (it’s over now, thank goodness). I tried to warn her when it was happening, and I feel bad that it didn’t go better for her
Said goodbye to a friend once, heart told me it would be the last time I saw him. A less than three days later he was found dead. Always wondered what would have changed if I offered him a few cups of coffee at the local coffee shop that night, only would have been 2ish hours before daylight. Hurts the soul man...
What originally was a weird gut feeling, has now become me being positive that I can predict someone close to me is either going to die, or has already passed. Back in high school, I had a dream about losing my dog. The next day, I had this weird aching feeling in my gut the whole day. When I got home, I found my dog had walked off our balcony, and he was dead on the pavement by our basement door. The poor thing was completely blind by then, so he probably didn't know where he was going. And he was tiny too. Just last year, I was in the middle of a deployment in Qatar, where I was going through a long stretch of weird feelings, awful dreams about my mom. Late October, I had a call from my brother that she had contracted ALS, and was dying. She had passed away in December, shortly before Christmas. The last one was actually quite recently. One of my former roommates was a lovely lady, genuinely one of the sweetest people I've come across, who helped me out of a bad spot when I had to move off my base. She had been sick from a lot of things over the past few months. Not even a few weeks ago, I had come back from work one night, and our other roommate talked about taking her to the hospital cause something was definitely wrong. I agreed, but, I couldn't sleep very well that night, something in my brain told me our sick roommate's clock was ticking. I got up that morning, and immediately checked on her. She was still breathing, and I didn't really check on anything else. I thought for once my gut was wrong. I went back to my room and chilled for a bit, for our other roommate freaking out, getting me and our 4th roommate out to find her not breathing. We got her to the hospital, but she passed away only a day and a half later. I don't blame myself for what happened, but I think about what could've been done had I gone with my gut and kept a better eye out.
My family used to live in an apartment that was up pretty high and in that old apartment our kitchen was right next to my parent's bedroom and that room had a balcony, you could see from the kitchen straight to our balcony. Few years ago when I was still living with my parents I was hanging out in our kitchen and suddenly something told me to look up towards the balcony. One of the balcony window screens had opened somehow and our cat was standing on our grill we kept in the balcony, she was clearly preparing to jump out on the railing on the other side of the balcony windows. I yelled her name and rushed to pick her up before she could jump, I closed the window and later my dad taped it shut so it wouldn't open on it's own anymore. I am still convinced I saved my cat's life that day.
Not sure if this counts But back like 3-5 years ago, one night I believe I was watching a video on my phone but got tired and decided to take a nap. All was good until a few minutes later it was starting to be veryyy warm and comfy.. I didn't wanna leave, it felt very good and nice in general.. then it got too comfy to the point I got a feeling something wasn't right and for a few times I kept delaying it I was like "well maybe it's not urgent, I'm gonna nap first" but the more I delayed it the 'louder' the gut feeling became. Eventually I got so uncomfortable I forced myself to get up and get a glass of water. I did a Google search and all i remember is that those feelings are usually associated with near-death experiences or something, immediately got spooked afterwards. Not sure why I would die in my sleep even though i didn't have any medical problems during that time or if those searches were true but I still had a very bad gut feeling something wasn't right. Literally everything I experienced that moment was the same as many people have described to be their near-death experiences.. the fact that I could've died had I kept delaying to this day kinda gives me chills.
Former coworker of mine worked in maintenance (this was at a Walmart) spoke only Spanish and always seemed somewhat sketchy, almost paranoid. Fast forward a few years after I left that job, he got arrested for trafficking drugs in his truck and (violently) resisting arrest. I knew something was wrong with that guy.
When,I was a teenager. One of the neighbors kid had a car accident. That night his mother woke up cuz she heard her son saying mama help me. A few minutes later the cops knocked on their door to tell,them,about the accident. When,the kid got outta the hospital he told us the last thing he said before he passed out was mama help me.
Had a feeling my baby mom was more than just friends with this dude she "reconnected with" shortly after I'd worked my ass off for our own apartment. Now she's about to move into one with him and I'm struggling to figure out my worth
Another story… I was living in Portland, OR and because I’m disabled I was unable to work. It was raining, and I didn’t want to go anywhere that day so I told my mom I wasn’t going to go to the mall that day because I didn’t feel up to it. My mom told me that I need to get out of the house. I need to get some air and that I need to go to the mall today. I don’t have to go tomorrow but I needed to go today. So I reluctantly went. Next evening, we turned on the tv and see the news. There was a mass shooting at the specific mall I went to the day before. He hit all the places I liked going. My mom’s intuition saved me that day.
This reminds of one when I was around 6 or 7 years old, travelling back from visiting my aunt with my mom to our city, it was around 6pm and sun set and sky darkening, we arrived at this small town by the highway and I got this scary feeling that if we continue past this town we will all die, I started yelling at mom to stop the car and spend the night in the town, she was adamant in another 5hr we will arrive in our city, I started crying and saying we will die, my mom stopped and got scared since I wasn't that type of children who make a fuss out of everything, and so she agreed to spend the night there. Anyhow, in the morning, we found out that there was this heavy loaded truck that crashed into a small car and drove over it and killed the 2 men in it around the same time. My mom told me about the story a few years back, but I only remember crying and telling mom to stop the car that evening.
I had a dream where my mom told me I had cancer. I brushed it off in the morning because I was thinking about a dog possible having cancer because she had a lump on her. A couple months pass and I have the dream again. Once again, my mom told me I had cancer. I wouldn’t have these dreams every night, but often. It was always my mom who would tell me I had cancer. These dreams stopped once my mom opened up and admitted she had cancer. No one else would tell me in these dreams but her. I thought my mind was trying to tell me something was wrong with me. Turns out my mind was telling me there was something wrong with my mom. I stayed up crying all that night she told me. Ever since then, if I have a recurring theme in my dream I listen to it. The same thing happened with my dog before he passed. I kept dreaming that he had passed away. It was never the same dream, but the same theme.
Memorial day floods. I was around 8 years old with my mom, dad, and infant brother. We were visiting my parent's sibling in-laws in downtown Houston. Near the end of our visit (~8-9 pm) I look out the window and up at the sky, and my eyes narrow, staring at what looks like this massive wormhole made of stormclouds in the sky. We didn't get home until around 3 or 4 am that night and had to make a lot of stops in some REAL shady parts of town because of the water. Hurricane Harvey was pretty bad. Don't remember it as vividly as the 2015 memorial day floods.
I have this gut feeling and NO ONE listens to me. I recently moved to a new town August 2022 because my dad started a company with his brother, and I told him flat out that "He's going to try and steal the company from you. He's going to make you fail" Sure enough now we're picking up the pieces, but I was ignored Same area, I KNEW my grandma was going to die this one week, I just knew it. It all happened after she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and told me "Everyone is rooting for you", I just knew. I told the family to prepare them and they all said she wasn't going to die for a while yet. She died three days later.
My mother had raised us to trust our gut, because she was so in tune with hers, she predicted things like my Grandmother’s death. Woke up from a dead sleep as SIDS was about to claim me. Done some amazing things. The very in-tune nature was passed along. It’s not natural- it gets detailed. Like we can physically feel what’s happening at times. After a particularly bad nightmare involving my mother and sister, I felt the need to tell my mother about it. Still have the feeling we dodged a bullet somehow. Don’t know if anything did happen; Ma tends to keep news of unfortunate circumstances away from her kids.
I once got invited to an Orthodox gathering in an abandoned church they rented some rooms at. At first they seemed like nice people, cultured and educated, raised in Christian traditions so I thought it'd be nice there. And when I arrived there, my gut just went crazy! First there was that weird agitated autistic guy who just won't stop walking from one side of the room to another wih his arms crossed, then other people arriving started giving each other strange secret greetings, then the hosts behaved creepily nice at the supper we were having. I chose not to eat anything because I was already losing my shit but wasn't showing it. Then they decided to go outside and practice some medieval Russian games. The first one which turned out to be the last was the leader standing in the center of a circle at the small court, spinning some heavy stone on a rope, and we had to jump over it to evade it. I refused, because the stone was really large and I was afraid it'd hit me. And just one minute into the game, one not-so-agile woman in her fourties got hit with that stone, and I heard a bone-chilling crack and her inhuman scream and wail. The cult leader broke both of her legs with that stone. As they were all staring at the scene and the panicked cult leader was dialing ambulance, I backed off into the darkness (it was nighttime already) and ran away from there.
A sunday school teacher once told me this story. When she was very young, I think like seven or eight, she and her brother were visiting their aunt(?) and when she saw the aunt’s husband, she became very uncomfortable and made her brother never leave her side the whole visit. The next year her aunt filed for divorce because she discovered that man was molesting their daughters.
My cat has some sort of seizure disorder. We don't know which, but we think it's epilepsy. When I was younger, I walked into a room because I was hearing something strange coming from inside. I saw her on the ground, twitching and clawing at a bamboo mat that was made to keep a futon mattress from the carpet. I told my father about this immediately. I was very scared she would die in those thirteen minutes. My father stepped out of the room. She was okay, and following him around, rubbing against him and purring. He said she did have a seizure. We assumed it was because she didn't have medicine the night before, and while that was partially the issue, she also wasn't getting enough to fully prevent seizures. She had one other seizure, got her medicine amount bumped up and she hasn't had one since.
Regarding the first story, do NOT attempt to induce vomiting yourself. If something goes wrong, your actions can easily lead to the person suffocating or having their throat severely burned as the substance they ingested has interacted with stomach acid. Just call paramedics or a poison control center asap.
I was walking along the beach with a friend one night after work. We had done it loads of times. Anyway, this night we were halfway down the beach when we looked at each other and decided we should leave. The next day we learned that a woman had been murdered under the pier we were walking towards around the same time we had been there.
6:00 Male Breast Cancer is a bastard. I had it, not stage 4 but on it's way there. Surgery, chemo, radiation, all of which sucked, then I couldn't tolerate the maintenance medication, as is the case in about 30% of survivors. Most research on this disease is "this works on women, it should work on you".
It's so weird how medical bias just ignores the other gender. Like how all the signs of heart attacks are the signs MEN show, autism diagnoses are much more difficult for women because they show different signs, women's health concerns are easily written off as hormonal where men are taken seriously etc... And then in your case "well it's more common in women so should be fine if we just don't figure out how to do better with men". Like wtf. It mostly goes the one way, but sucks that it goes the other way as well.
My gut was off all day, the instant I woke up. I wanted to ask my friend to give me a lift to work, cos we work together and live close but I finish an hour before him on this day so thought "No, it's OK. I'll ride my motorbike, the weather won't be too bad." A car hit me on the way home and crushed my ankle. Still recovering. I can't get over the the fact I knew it was gonna happen without knowing. The unshakeable bad vibe I got at the thought of leaving the house,how weird it was to touch my bike that day. I thought it was me not wanting to go to work so my mind was playing games... holy shit. I knew it was gonna happen
It was shortly when stuff began going back to normal after Covid. I and my siblings all had an aunt who was dating this guy (we'll call him F) who recently started dating. I have a bad feeling about him the second I hear his voice/see him. He didn't say much, he just stuck by my aunt and he got a b**er a couple of times. I pretended not to notice how weird he acted and told my mom later when I got home. She said that it was probably just my anxiety and I was being paranoid. I was not. I kept on having this feeling everytime around him. He had/has kids, but that doesn't stop him from being creepy. About a year later, come to find out while F and my Aunt are eating dinner, he says its okay for her to order, but then yells at her over what she ordered and the sauce, that she didn't let him order. He was very controlling, and mentally + emotionally abusive, imo. She ditched him and left him, she stayed for a while because parts of her wanted to be a mother and protect the kids. Eventually, she left him and went to live with our grandmother.
More of a delayed gut feeling. About a year ago I was talking to this guy in my class. He had been in my year for a while but never talked because we never shared the same class. We started talking when he then asked whether he could come round my house and watch Lord of The Rings. Me, not really thinking about what he was expecting, he started acting weirdly the entire time we watched the movie (touching me, wanting to kiss me etc). What I did for the whole thing was basically stiffen up the like a board and turn into a plank of wood. I felt sick to the stomach and pretty much kicked him out of the house. Turns out he had actually been known for inappropriately touching girls at his school and work, whilst also apparently being monitored by the police because he had apparently called a bomb threat after trespassing on a neighbouring school. He wants to be a policeman which only makes me fear the future even more.
I used to get this all the time, sometimes I would meet someone and it was almost like a vision played out in my mind with something about their future, always bad things, never nice. It always turned out to be spot on. I don't know why these visions faded over time, nowadays it's just a feeling and not as clear as it once was.
I remembered one night, me, my mother and my brothers along with their wives were walking to the bus stop to go back home after a New Years party but something about that night felt odd, I was laughing and joking around but this feeling just overwhelmed me to the point I was pale, my brother asked what was wrong and I said “I have a bad feeling” and I noticed this hooded person walking behind my brother’s wife who has the baby stroller and I could’ve swear that man had a knife because I saw a shine so to scare the man away since he was getting extremely close, I said to my brother “is that a shiny object in that man’s hand” but I said it in a loud tone which scared the man away, two days later we find out on an article that a man had been arrested for killing a pregnant woman on the same streets that night…it gives me the chills really
I was crossing the road in front of the bus to get to my accommodation in university (the other side of the road the cars came towards the bus so it gave people a good view of you crossing). I did this pretty regularly as the bus stopped right next to the hall and the nearest crossing was a full 10 minute walk down the road. I will admit I had gotten a bit careless after living there for a good few months. I usually took one of my headphones out, turned down my music and check the road before I crossed - this time I didn't do any of those things. I got about a centimeter out from the bus and just, stopped entirely. No thought whatsoever, I couldn't hear anything and I wasn't looking at the road, I just stopped. Not even a second later a motorbike speeds past me about 2 inches from my face, going way too fast for what was essentially a residential area with a bus taking up half the road. If I hadn't stopped I have no doubt that thing would have hit me head on and I don't think I would have survived
I woke up when i was 10 and i heard my dad, who i just met the day before, crying in an adjacent room. The moment my eyes opened i started to cry because it immediately registered my mom died. Its been 13 years and i still can see her dead with her eyes open, the direction i was facing when i woke up, the beers my dad drank that night, i can hear him say her name, i can see the snow reflecting the lights of the ambulance, no siren because they arent in a hurry. It's wicked because i have the whole pieriod between figuring shed die and knowing it had happened in full memory. I dont cry over it, but its something ive had to reason with.
Once had a dream that woke me with a feeling I needed to check on a friend of mine who turned out to have a health problem and it could have been really serious but wasn't he was having profuse nosebleeds that could have been a sign of something way worse, lately I've been having nightmares since working at an assisted living about my grandparents and occasionally residents it has me unsettled because of that dream and that gut feeling and other similar ones being correct in some way. Even this morning after a resident had recently passed I had one about my grandpa falling and hitting his head and passing away. I don't know if it's a bad sign as I didn't wake with a bad feeling this time just upset by the dream, however I did catch a mouse that has been stealing from the same bag of open candy he's been eating out of randomly and it's the only thing the mouse has had to get into. Decided to pitch it... just in case for the sake of both not getting more mice and in case he's been eating mouse germs cause ....yuck 😮💨😨
I called that my mom and dad favored my sister over me… . I was right, as she gets all of the respect and kindness, meanwhile I get nothing but passive aggressive emotions and fake smiles. That’s about it for now I guess… Edit: my sister’s bf told me I need to see a doctor because I’m “constantly” coughing even though it’s just mucus… . Like wtf?!
I have two incidences. firstly, when i was in grade 5, i was running down the stairs with my friends. I felt a gut feeling that i was gonna roll down and hurt myself, one second before it actually happened. It is a feeling I will never forget. I knew I would fall, and then I really did roll down literally, hurting myself all bruised and it hurt like hell the moment i stopped rolling. The pain came all over my body. Secondly, i was riding horse when i was in grade 6. i felt this eerie gut feeling that the horse is not right. Then right there the horse started to run at a super high speed so suddenly, and i fell off it onto rocky surface. my mom and sis saw it all from behind and they are scarred to this day. I was carried away by ambulance and had to wear neck cast for a week. Both incidences i have clear memories before those accidents happened, those eerie gut feeling right before it happened.
Spooky one for ya. High school, 9th grade I think. Was about to leave to catch the bus (long ass driveway), as I am walking out the front door my mind suddenly became very blank out of nowhere. To which I look back at my dogs who were laying there napping. I felt a weird urge to go pet them a little more and chance not being out promptly on time. I pet them for a little and head to school. I left my house at 6:45 in the morning, by the time my mother woke up at 7 it turned out my dog had died. Still weirds me out to this day as someone who is not religious in any capacity.
I was working in hospital lab, transferred from another department shortly after getting certified. Initially get along with my new colleagues but then they start giving me the cold shoulder. I have no idea what upset them. I tell the two supervisors, they brush it off. One supervisor is ok. The other, "A" is trying too hard, a bit like the David Brent character in The Office - trying to be friends but also trying to assert himself as a manager. I give it 3 months, try my best to get along, work hard etc. I notice that I'm not fully trained on all the machines with no plan to get me trained on them. In the back of my mind I know the supervisor A is basically keeping me on the "subs bench" so I can't leave for another company. One morning I have argument with one of my colleagues. She is constantly salty. I ask directly - is there anything I have done to upset you as you are constantly off with me. She can't give a solid answer. I say that sounds like when me wife replies "fine" when she's not fine. She cuts me off and don't talk much beyond that. I get fed up working in this situation and move to another hospital. Maybe 6 months later I find out one of the supervisors was feeding the hematology and biochemistry machines with his private work, to the tune of £50,000 in chemicals. As for the toxic working environment, no idea what the supervisor said but he played the old divide and rule so we were bickering between ourselves instead of noticing his shady dealings.
3:00 - Larry Bright was from my hometown and murdered 8 women from 2003-2004. I was a little kid when it happened but I vividly remember my parents talking about it. He’s in prison now, life without parole.
Let this be a reminder that instinct and intuition developed first and that we evolved higher level reasoning to support our intuition. Your gut feeling won't always be right, but you should always hear it out at the very least.
My ex-husband's cousin's husband always made me feel uncomfortable. I never let them watch our kids. Found out later he molested another cousin. Always listen to to your gut
September 2020 my family and I could not get a hold of brother for a few weeks. he was living in a different state. It was not like him to not respond to any of us. I told my family on day 1(the first day we couldnt get a hold of him) that I had this strong gut feeling he wasn’t ok. I told them he’s going to overdose… every day for a few weeks I said the same thing, he’s not ok and someone needs to go check on him. Early one morning my dad called me to let me know he was found dead, overdosed, by his landlord. He had been dead for 3 weeks. The bond siblings have is so tight. So I knew deep inside he was gone but my family didn’t listen…
People have to understand that you have a Special gift, your brain can subconsciously read people better than your conscious can but listening to that feeling you get can save your life and the lives of others.
Okay so not a horrifying thing but my mum has a sixth sense for babies. She always seems to find any baby in the room first (she loves kids btw), and that would be weird enough, but she actually can tell when someone is pregnant. I don't mean like, "Oh, that person just found out they are pregnant" I mean there have been multiple times when she has known one of her coworkers was pregnant BEFORE THEY KNEW THEMSELVES. She doesn't spoil the surprise for them or anything but she's told me it's happened multiple times over her life where she's been like, "Huh, I think Blank is pregnant." and the they've turned up like 3 weeks later like, "I'm pregnant!". Its weird lol
15:31 I did _almost_ the exact same thing, only in broad daylight... well, I'm assuming that's a difference; the story didn't say it explicitly, but most designated driver stories take place shortly after 2am when the bars close. Anyhow, green light, no go. It was a four-lane road and the driver in the other lane going my way started, then stopped and looked at me 'for permission?' or something? to see why I wasn't going? Whatever, unable to read my expression, I guess; they started again and a car (don't know what kind, if it has wheels it's a car; if it has wings, it's a plane) nearly T-bones them, but swerves and jumps the center divider with one side; then continues through the red light. My Mom, who had previously asked me why I wasn't moving just said: "Oh."
On the morning of september 01, 2001 i had a dream of religous looking figures falling from the sky. On the way to work that morning i felt uneasy and felt there was a larger than normal police presence. I thought man thats crazy all the cops on 09-01-01 (911) but ewnt about my week untill September 11, 2001 when the world changed and my vision of people falling was on tv in front of me. I was mortified as we all were. Never forgotten 911 victims and survivors my love to you.
24:06 Oh. My. God. If my mom let my cat out despite me not telling her to and he got hit by a car, I would immediately throw hands. I think of my animals as my children, so any parent imagine the pain of your child getting hit my a car and dying because your parent wasn't paying any attention to them. You would likely feel frustrated and be prepared to slap someone with all your might. I feel horrible for the person who had to go through that. :{
@@thefastcommenter7774 For me and my family adopting a cat, or any animal, is like adopting a human child. They all have special needs and are actually very similar to humans other than the fact that they're.. well.. cats. So imagine your human child that you adopted from a young age and raised and loved got killed because a family member wasn't keeping an eye on them while you were out. If you wouldn't care much, then I feel sorry for you.
We had a new neighbor move in, a young man in his twenties that was real chummy with everyone. But there was something about him that I just absolutely did not like. Everyone else fell for his schtick. Next thing you know okama there his picture is on America's Most Wanted on the TV and there are detectives knocking at his door. He was in trouble for molesting a young girl at a wedding in another town and was currently voluntary at the high school down the street working with their wrestling team. I guess he liked to be around teenagers, for all the wrong reasons. I remember all the neighbors were so shocked except for me. I said that I never liked him, and they just gave me a dirty look.
I remember.. I think I dodged a bullet. When I was in grade 9, i was walking to school. It was a rural area, and a mini van slowed down near me and stopped in front of me a few meters away. The persons(i think there were at least 2 people in the van but couldnt see well) opened their door and was waiting. My gut feeling told me that I should not go near it. I crossed to the opposite side and as I walk past them, the driver slided down the window and told me "you going to school right? I am going in the same direction so you can get in". I shouted back "I am good" and they left thankfully. it may have been a super kind gesture of innocent intent, but my gut feeling remembers the incident so vividly after more than a decade passed. I think i may have not been able to be here if i did not stop and cross to the other side. Thank God
About the sad cat story I never let my cat to walk into the street without being supervised. Too good she's a little nervous and runs like hell when she hears a car, so she only "inspectes" the fenced garden and takes really long naps sitting comfy on the window.
Not really a gut feeling, but once i was taking a long walk and decided to go to a nearby church that was on a hill at the edge of the town. As i was nearing the road that took me to the church, i suddenly tripped and fell on my knees, ripping my pants and hurting my knee. It was a small cut, but enough to make me change my mind and return home. My boyfriend was home and asked me what happened, and when i told him, he said i ought to never go to that church on foot, as there is a pack of stray dogs in that area that are aggressive towards cars and bicycle riders, and who is to know how they would have reacted have i gone there. That fall might have been a sign to just return. Or not, who knows. Better safe that sorry
18:28 man, I thought they would have the gut feeling not to grab the shells, but ignored it and their friend's dad would've had a near death experience with some allergic reaction
my family is known for being very intuitive with our gut feeling- it's saved us on more than a few occasions. There are several dramatic stories from before I was born, but the one that comes to mind most recently is (spoilers, a pedo). My senior physics teacher was described as a really funny and cool guy, but cause I took his class during covid and we were online I never really got to know him. He was chill the 1 day a week we were in person, I answered questions at the beginning of class when no one else would and then he'd let me draw for the next 45 minutes lol. Like 3 days after I graduated, I came across him at the local arcade with some friends- he said he spent a LOT of time there, had all the several hundred thousand ticket prizes. I wondered if he was married and how much was in his savings as I left him lol. But something felt off about him ever since then when I thought about him. Cut to 2 years later, where he has "mysteriously disappeared" from his classroom, and my dad who's a teacher becoming rather stressed having to cover his classes and that recently the police had come to investigate the physics teacher's classroom. I heard the mention of "girls" and that's all I needed to know to figure out what happened. I'm glad to know I wasn't crazy with my gut feeling. Though it's only as I'm typing this I wonder what was up with him when he approached me at the arcade- hopefully it wasn't something sinister...
“My gut knew but my brain reasoned the sense out of me.” That is exactly how I act sometimes even when I know my gut is always right.
It was my Mother who reasoned the sense out of me. My feelings were wrong or, at least, in error. No point in talking to her.
Your brain is WITH/your brain is YOU, you are not against yourself!
Those dumb and toxic stereotypes that are forced on innocent people/the ones that tries to push away your instinct/your gut feeling.
@@cosmicreef5858 I think the brain has several levels of decision making. When it gets down to the gut level that is the one looking out for you and the world you care about. Most decision making is really not that important but when your gut is telling you what to do you really need to listen because that is you and only you.
JUST LISTEN TO THE GUT NO MATTER WHAT!!!
I'm not sure if this counts, but around December 2020 I was sitting in my room cuddling my 15 year old cat. I looked in her eyes and suddenly had this horrendous feeling that this would be my last Christmas with her. Like, a strong enough feeling that I went from content to sobbing and hyperventilating in seconds. Come February 2021, my cat started hiding away, stopped eating, stopped playing with my other cat. Took her to the vet, but there wasn't anything they could do. Just help her pass painlessly. To this day, I wonder if I subconsciously saw a sickness in my cat and if I could've helped her if she got to the vet before she started showing symptoms.
im sorry for you loss :c
Sorry about your cat. 15 years is a pretty solid age for a cat to live to though. She probably had a happy and healthy life to live that long.
I know exactly what you mean, but I feel like that is less gut feeling and more our pooches non-verbally communicating to us that they don't have much time left anymore.
It breaks my heart to write this because the wound is still so fresh, but I saw the exact same look in my dog's eyes on the afternoon of 20th December, 2022. It was this look that I cannot describe, but I knew that he was trying to tell me something. He had never looked at me that way in all his 7 years. He passed away later that night. Kidney failure.
I'm so sorry about your cat.
Ruh Roh Raggy
I had something similar happen to me. Around September 2021 I was super sick and ended up going to the hospital for like a week and a half. I think my cat (who treated me like i was her big hairless kitten and was borderline obsessed with me) must have thought I died or something, because she was reportedly really stressed out, to the point where a couple days in she ended up having a seizure. I was devastated, she acted completely different, and she always seemed at least a little confused. One night, about half a year later, she was wandering around the kitchen, really confused, walking in circles like she did the first few weeks after my time away. She would do that every now and then, but something felt kind of weird. I spent a good deal of time with her that night. Usually I just ignored it if I couldn't help her. I think I told myself I just felt bad for her but I was definitely lying to myself. I knew something was off. The very next morning I woke up to my dad telling me she'd had another seizure that morning and passed away. I'm glad I at least got to spend some time with her before she went, but I wish there was something I could have done to help her
I work in a materinty ward, so the baby story is especially horrifying and appalling. I am not exaggerating when I say literally everyone had to completely and utterly fail their jobs for this to happen to that poor family. No movement in utero should have been where that caught it, bit NO REFLEXES and they told them she was FINE?! I hope they reported this, because each and every one of them failed. Everyone had their jobs, from the care assistants, the nurses, the doctors, the pediatricians! It is horrifying the sheer amount of people who did not notice a baby was essentially brain dead, so many I highly doubt the mum received so much as adaquate medical care or support. I hope they reported each and every one of them because they at minimum need retraining.
I second this. It’s actually crazy to me that NOBODY caught that? Lack of movement is ALWAYS taken seriously especially in later pregnancy. Crazy.
This is exactly what I thought when I heard that story. When my son was born a month early, he was completely healthy but the hospital had to keep him in the nicu purely for procedure purposes and they absolutely made sure he passed all of his tests before he could even come into my room in the hospital, let alone leaving the hospital altogether. The neglect of that staff is absolutely appalling. My heart breaks for that baby and family.
@@missylue2000 All the tests passed! So there was nothing to find! Theres no test for brain damage and they cant fix that that!
@@Jadedkiwis What did you want them to do if there was a test for a brain damaged fetus? (which there isnt)
@@danquaylesitsspeltpotatoe8307 You prepare the family for the possibilities of what may come. It would be horrifying holding your 16 day old baby for their last breath when you were told the whole time you have a healthy baby. Sounds like some sick psychological experiment from a vault.
If I had a bad feeling about one of my cats, had to leave and instructed my mother to NOT let the cat outside, and she then let it outside allowing it to be hit by a car, I would never forgive her omg.
I hope you don't forgive her, she basically killed an innocent creature.
It was such a simple task too.
@@itsjustmaddie9461that's a stretch. The mom didn't kill the cat. Although OP has every right to be upset since they told mom not to let cat out
@@elconejito99 I said basically, not directly. She let the cat out of the house, knowing her daughter said not to. And if she hadn't of let the cat out, it wouldn't have died.
You shouldn't let your cat outside anyway. They have an astronomically higher chance of death if you do.
In April of 2020 my husband started acting really weird and not sleeping. He posted some really weird and crazy rants on Facebook that my mom noticed right away and she reached out to me and asked me if he was okay because the content was disturbing. I tried to brush things off and tell my mom things were fine, but the fact that my mom, who lives hours away noticed something was wrong was a big clue to me I couldn’t keep ignoring things. The next day he tried to give our 1.5 year old CBD tea and that’s when I knew I had to do something. When he left the house for a walk I quickly packed up my bags, our dog, and the baby and ran. I called the mental health hotline in my country and told them everything and they contacted the police. I ended up staying with his sister and she watched my daughter, who is the same age as her daughter, while I went to court and did everything I could to get him taken to a psychiatric facility for treatment. He stayed there for 2 weeks and they made sure he got proper sleep and basically diagnosed him as having a mental breakdown due to stress.
Is he ok now
@@stephaniecruzado384 he’s good. He spent a few weeks in the hospital to get back on track and we worked together on his mental health to get him to a good place.
@@tegantalks9612 I'm glad he's ok now
I’m glad you didn’t completely give up on him
@@devdecker7812 honestly when I sent him to the hospital I was worried that things might be over because I didn’t know if our kids would be safe.
My brother had grown ill with high fever. It was so bad he lost consciousness a couple of times. Next day my grandma calls in frantically, demanding to know if my brother is okay. We tell her he is doing better, she says "better from what?" turns out, she hadn't heard from anybody what had happened. She simply called because she had a strong intuition something was wrong with my brother.
What was it??
One time I went to my friend's brother's house with my friend. Brother was mid 40s and his daughter was 14. The way I saw the father and daughter interact, my gut told me something wasn't right. I wanted to call CPS but I didn't have anything to say other than my gut is telling me something is wrong between the father/daughter. I asked my friend if my friend knew if there was something wrong with his brother's and niece relationship but my friend got mad at me for thinking anything was wrong and told me to leave. Six months later the brother was arrested and later convicted and se=ntenced for getting his daughter pregnant. My gut was telling me there was incest rape but I didn't know what to do without any evidence.
My sister's long-distance boyfriend hadn't contacted her for three days, which was extremely odd for him. He was in the military, so she called them to ask if he was okay, because his phone wasn't working. My sister is usually a bit paranoid, and tends to worry about her loved ones getting hurt. My parents and I tried to reassure her that he was okay. When she made it through to the superior officer, it was the worst news. Turns out two fellow soldiers went to his room that morning because he'd missed training. They found him dead. I'll never doubt my sister again.
Omgg he died of what?
@@EmyN read then 2nd last line you little sh*t
I was temping in a new city (to me) in the late 1980s and the temp agency called with an assignment in an empty section of an apartment complex to sit alone in an office with no landline - and before mobile phones were commonplace - to receive rent checks and to show empty apartments to walk-ins, i.e., randos. I said that sounded unsafe and declined, and in the nicest way possible suggested they not accept jobs under conditions that put their temps in danger, which really set them off as I suspect they never considered our safety before so why start now (“this is the 1st we are hearing about this” etc.). I never got booked for another gig (duh) & about a year later I was watching Unsolved Mysteries reporting on a wave of attacks on women working in apartment complexes under the same conditions I encountered. Who’s crazy now?
Went swimmimg with a friend from school. Beforehand I felt too tired but my gut told me I had to for some reason. My friend had a fit in the swimming pool and nearly drowned, so I had to help keep her head up long enough for the lifeguards to jump in. Hate to think what would have happened if I wasn't there
You’re a W
My gut feeling has saved my life more times than I can count. The cemetery is full of people who don't listen to their gut feeling.
You realize that every human on earth will die at some point right? The cemetery is just full of people, regardless of how 'early' or 'late' they died..
My great-grandmother had already packed everything to get on board of the evacuation ship "Gustloff" with my grandma and her brother as east-german refugees in 1945, but cancelled it the day before because she got a sudden feeling of dread.
The ship was sunk by a russian submarine with around 9000 deaths.
Fate can be weird sometimes.
That cat one was honestly the worst one. I don’t think my relationship with my mother would have ever recovered if I had been that person, but I also never would have forgiven myself. Getting a gut feeling that I ignore and ends up being right is like my worst nightmare
the cat one was worse than the stories of pedophiles, rapists, and serial killers?
@@WiFiDown37811 It's worse in terms of how preventable it was.
@@WiFiDown37811exactly
It's worse in a sense because in a way your mother betrayed you@WiFiDown37811
when i was like 10,a somewhat fat boy,in spain at the beach,rolling around in the sand like im a schnitzel trying to marinade like a walrus,and
i distinctly remember a old dude looking at me and smiling in a weird way,ive never felt like i felt that moment in my life,
i had the feeling to get dressed asap and find my mom...that made me realize that this is how cute girls must feel with those creeps around,gave me an whole other level of appreciation for the situation some people find themselfes in...
fucking creepy
When I was in middle school back in the stone age (I'm 50+) one of the teachers made the hairs stand out on the back of my neck. I found him incredibly creepy, and was thankful that he was a crap teacher. He used to just let us into the classroom where the assignment was written on the board (basically we could do whatever we wanted) while he had a fika with our mentors. I don't think he spent more than perhaps three minutes with us in the classroom per year. We learned zilch.
A few years later he went to prison for r**ing his preteen daughter.
I was horrified but not surprised because, well, I thought he was a creep. When he was released he came to school. This was many years ago and back then you couldn't be fired as a teacher "just" because you had been convicted of child molestation. The students refused to go to his classes, and was supported fully by the principal who fought tooth and nail to get rid of the sick bastard. There were a few similar cases in Sweden and after about a year the law was changed and he was fired immediately (most likely the happiest day in the principal's life). With the conviction he could no find a new teaching position.
I've heard too many stories about schools trying to protect sexual predators. So happy that your principal was different.
His poor daughter, I just wish we could stop scum like this before they do this to someone.
@@Davidscomix Indeed.
I went on to become a middle school teacher myself, just a lot less creepy. Some years ago I had this student I never really got a grip on. It was like he didn't know how to react; when something happened he first had to check hos his friends reacted and mimic them. So, I thought he was "off" but as long as he wasn't making trouble I really didn't mind that he was a little weird. Heck, most would probably think that I am a little weird so who am I to judge.
Anyway, his friend group was a rather wild bunch but the friends matured into really amazing guys. Mr No Reaction met a girl who had a couple of kids, settled down with her and had a few more. So, wife, full time job, a house full of kids and a dog. Couldn't be normal than that.
Well... Mr No Reaction, who was devoid of human emotions managed to hide for years what he was doing to the step children. Unfortunately for him he's not too bright, so he filmed the r*pes of these very young children and now he's in prison for a very, very long time. I hope the other inmates assault him daily. And I have zero hopes that he will be reformed when he is released; he isn't human and has never been. So, he'll change his name and move to some podunk town where he will find a single mom with young kids.
This has been asked before but here goes anyway. An elderly neighbor asked me to move some lumber that had sitting out for some time. His backyard was full of miscellaneous items, overgrown bushes, and a weeping willow tree that made a portion of it dark. Before I began working I wondered to myself, “What if there’s a spider there?” I then took a rake and moved the first two by four. Sure enough, there sat a black widow!
Set the whole yard on fire
You’ve dodged a tactical nuke. Congrats!
That's not a question.
@@treymayfield2555They mean the question behind the video itself, you doorknob.
Depending on where you live, spiders being under wood/debris in an overgrown yard would likely be classified as more common sense than intuition... although, one being a 'black widow' would be a bit more startling. I absolutely detest spiders of any kind but unfortunately, where I live, spiders are more the rule than the exception & black widows & brown recluse are also common.
When I was 17 I worked at a grocery store. There was a lady who worked there, we will call her “Betty” Betty was a cashier. She was 24 but look 60, so I already knew she must have been bad on drugs. I always found her annoying because of her obnoxious behavior. At times she would give off this 🤨look at me for no apparent reason. I remember one night I went to take out the garbage and when I walked around the side of the store to the front, she was in the corner smoking a cigarette. She then said “I live right across the street” I just laughed and kept walking. I later quit the job and about maybe a year later I was driving and saw her being arrested on the side of the road.
Im very glad I wasn’t stupid enough to accept her “invitation” to her house. Idk what it was for, but I wouldn’t want to be involved in it. Also she had a toddler, who I hope is in someone else’s custody.
I've had multiple instances of my subconscious telling me something like being to take a guess that two people were actually together despite them never saying or showing it. Or the time I figured out my bil was wanting my dad's blessing despite him saying he wasn't going to ask until years later. But the best case for this I had was noticing that something was wrong with this guy I knew. I could of just kept walking but decided to talk for a minute which cleared my bad feeling. Well we talked and a couple days later I learned they had gone to get help because they had been contemplating suicide and me talk helped to keep them from crossing the line.
The amount of people casually running into murderers
Statistically, it is nearly certain you have interacted with rapists, murderers, and kiddie-diddlers in your daily life on multiple occasions and never knew it.
The amount of murderers casually running around with regular people
I mean, I guess we do it regularly we just don’t know
It's almost like 30-40% of these stories were made up for reddit karma
dude that person who saved shawns life is an incredible sibling.
Lmao found ya on another video
@@natykiffy6598 ?
I honestly thought that story was gonna have a dark turn and be like Shawn killed/injured the hamster…
@@toonie_playzz Honestly glad it wasn't
@@arthurmartin4616 same here
In 1994, I saw the home of a famous singer/songwriter's home burning down to the ground because of a brush fire. There was a crew working nearby carelessly working with small torches which started the fire which spread quickly. I saw this on TV and I believe the segment was shown live as it was a breaking story. I saw the person walking away from the scene and the paparazzi with a smile that resembled anger and hurt. As the news segment ended, I knew in my gut what was going to happen and I cried. They had been alcohol and substance free for over fourteen years, and I said out loud they were going to drink again. I had no proof, only my gut and my feelings. A few years later, the person wrote their autobiography. After the brush fire, I read they moved into a motel room, drinking bottle(s) of red wine, infuriated at what happened to their home as well as the carelessness of the workers who started the fire. Now, the long since retired rock and roll singer/songwriter recently celebrated over twenty three years abstinence from alcohol and mood and mind altering substances.
Wow
Wow
I wish u had given their name. I googled it and nothing came up
these stories are always so interesting, but i can't help but think about all the times we have a bad feeling about something or someone and nothing comes from it.
I remember a time it was raining and a coworker was getting ready to leave something told me not let them leave so I did. They got annoyed that I wasn't letting especially since I said I was trying to remember what I needed to as them. While we stood at the stores exit a car went by very quickly. And they saw it, it was apparent to both of us that if I hadn't stopped they that car would of likely hit them. No one complained when I stopped them after that.
You can't judge based on hypotheticals. I always see those incidents more as your brain knows that there is the 'potential' of something bad happening. Studies show that a large majority of violent crimes happen because the 'opportunity presented itself' the the criminal. Like the case of the bikini OP, that guy saw an opportunity and was attempting to create a situation where he could get to them. Similiar to the 911 OP. That situation seems like those guys had already gotten away with it once and were attempting to recreate a scenario where they could do so again.
I believe when that happens we either avoided whatever the thing was or it happened but maybe not the way we thought.
Because bad feeling is not enough. You need intuition. Intuition feels like "knowing", you know that something gonna happen. If you never felt that it's hard to explain.
@@Mukyuify It's utmost certainty that s--t is going down, it's not even in the same class of feeling as "something might happen". It straight up steals your attention (regardless of what you were doing/thinking) and your brain prepares accordingly.
I am autistic and my brother always told me to never be ashamed to tell him if I feel "off" about someone. It didn't matter if he knew them for years: if I wasn't comfortable, he wouldn't leave me alone with them. I admitted I hated the bar where he worked at because it just never felt safe there without him or his girlfriend. He admitted I wasn't wrong to feel that way because crazy things have happened at the bar that he doesn't talk about for good reason. So he doesn't mind if I prefer to avoid his workplace. His girlfriend even shared some videos she had taken of the crazy, but not illegal, stuff that's happened in there (like people dancing on the bar) and says alcohol can bring out the worst in people. At least she and my brother are professionals at this point on how to deal with it.
I've had people admit they had a gut feeling about me when they first meet me. I have high functioning autism spectrum disorder, but because of it I have sociopathic tendencies. Apparently it wasn't a bad feeling they just felt I was off. I am just happy they could feel it. I always trust my gut and it's saved me countless times, I'm never offended when someone sees me as off.
I'm sorry if this comes out as disrespectful but could you please explain the part where you say that because of the ASD you have sociopathic tendencies? I am asking as I also have ASD
@@magicalcrow6649 ASD folks are oftentimes confused with NPD too. I guess it's the fact that they are focused on themselves instead of social interactions and how they don't properly know how to interact naturally with neurotypicals without masking, and masking isn't perfect, so they'll feel something fake from them. They have empathy but feel it differently too, and accept facts better than emotional responses, therefore people may think they lack empathy.
Overall, ASD is kind of a different language that neurotypicals can't read. This gut feeling is basically people not being able to understand someone else body language, so that would apply to ASD
I once went to a concert with my dad, in Dallas, about half way through it I started feeling something was off. I asked my dad to leave and eventually we did. About half an hour later, a Tornado touched down destroyed a building across the street from where thw concert was, along with a bunch of cars.
I had a similar feeling when I was a kid, maybe 10-11 years old. We were on a long road trip passing through PA. We stopped at a rest area and my parents wanted to stay there for a while. I kept looking at the sky and my gut told me it wasn't right and I just kept badgering them that the clouds weren't right and we had to leave, now. They finally relented and we drove off. When we got to our hotel that night the news was talking about a tornado that touched down in that area of PA not more than 15-20 minutes after we left.
So for me, my family is Christian and I go to youthgroups so I can hang out with kids my own age. So I went for a year, brought a friend with me as well. The friend treated the place and the people like it was a spot literally just for dating and picking up one night stands. And because she is a little more short and squat, she ended up just drawing a lot of attention to me, especially since I love wearing shorts and baggy sweatshirts. Fast forward five months and me rejecting multiple guys who were hitting on me constantly, and this one "special" guy joined the youthgroup and immediately took a special liking to me. My friend encouraged it. I didn't like him or how he was following me around and stuff so I basically always kept my distance from him. Until he cornered me in a room away from anyone else. Next thing I know he was trying to sexually assault me, I punched him in the face, and my friend came running around the corner and beat him up. This happened at a *youthgroup*, I'll remind you.
People are naturally inclined towards evil but it doesn’t make those occurrences any less bothersome. I’m sorry. At least you got to punch the guy.
There was a senior guy in my choir class when i was a freshman that everyone loved. Tall, good looking, good christian boy. Never saw him angry, only smiling. I couldnt understand why he gave me the ick so bad when no one else felt that way. I even told my friends he seemed off but they said i was being crazy and judgy. He started dating a freshman girl from my class and i got even more paranoid because this specific girl was a very late bloomer and compared to him (i think he was like 6 foot 5 or more), she looked like a literal child. I dont think she even came up to his chest. Everyone said they were so cute together but i couldnt shake the feeling. He also figured out i didnt like him and tried to tickle and tease me to "give him a chance". I literally would get chills if i had to be around him. Anyway when i was a senior the big scandal of that year was that that guy had been arrested for r wording 2 girls that were 12 and 9 years old 😳 i cried when i saw his mugshot he looked like an actual monster. His eyes... Were hollow.
I always had a bad feeling about this guy who used to swim at my community pool. He was bald, late 40s or early 50s and always wore red swim shorts. I think I knew that he could hear but not speak because of how I would see him interact with life guards and snack bar staff. I always got a weird feeling about him but also felt bad because I figured he was somehow disabled and I might be factoring it into the weird feeling which I knew was wrong. I was about 8 or 9 and I was on line at the pool grill counter to order some fries. My mom had given me the money and said to go get them and come right back to our table. It was later in the day so not crowded at the pool and lunch was more or less over so the line was short. I was tiny even for an 8 year old so I could hardly see over the counter. My head was about level with it. I told the cook I wanted fries and he said he had to get some from the freezer and went into the back. Just then I felt someone put their hands over my ears grip on to my head and suddenly my forehead was smashed against the counter. It had hit it really hard and I was stunned. It hurt but I was so confused I didnt understand what had just happened. I turned around and the creepy bald guy in the red swim trunks was there smiling down at me. I looked around to see if there was anyone else who saw what had just happened but the cashier was on the floor behind the checkout station restocking chips or something. I took off running, got back to my mom and she asked why the hell my head had a huge welt. I dont know why but I lied and just said I hit my head. She got mad at me for being careless and not getting the fries even though I was gone a while but I never thought to tell her what happened for some reason. It was so random and fast it was like I almost wasn’t sure if it was real. The rest of the summer I avoided the snack bar because I felt bad about leaving my fry order and I never wanted to be in the pool if that guy was there unless my mom was with me. One day I was playing with my friends on the pool stairs with our barbies. My friends mom comes up to us and says “see that man” she points over to the bald guy in the red trunks. We said yes. She said “I want you girls to stay far away from him.” And then she just dropped it and we went back to playing. Idk what he did that my friends mom saw or found out about but I wish I had spoken up or said something b/c I have a feeling he hurt another child after me and maybe if I had told someone they would have banned him before it happened. I still dont understand exactly why I didnt tell my mom. Im 36 now and I only recently told her what happened and she remembered the guy and him being odd but didnt remember any reports that he’d harmed anyone else. There are people out there that just want to hurt kids or hurt innocence.
That is sooooo creepy omg.... What a monster.. Why would anyone do that? To a young, small child? I am so sorry that happened. It is scary quite frankly..
At the airport a shabby looking man pulled my 8 year old daughter's ponytail really bad but in a way that I couldn't tell.
My daughter later told me that he did it so bad that she held back a scream.
I felt really bad that I was right there but couldn't figure out what that ba*t*rd did and couldn't protect her! 😢
November 8th of this year. I couldn’t sleep all night and just kept having restless legs and feeling like I needed to leave. I finally fell asleep around 6am. Was woken up an hour later with my brother telling me my little sister died in child birth the night before, I broke down, obviously. But I feel like my little sister leaving this plane took a part of me with her, I can’t describe the feeling I had that whole night
I'm sorry for your loss
I had a weird dream about a friend's dad, it came out 3 months later that he was assaulting her from a very young age. (So young she thought it was normal, why it didn't come out earlier). Had the exact same dream about a different guy a couple years back, haven't been in contact with anyone in that social group since COVID, so no idea what went down but... Had a dream about my grandma the morning she died, at the exact same time she passed. Several other stories I don't have time to type out now.
There was a dude who was positioned in the seat behind me in one of my highschool German classes- I'll call him Germany. My instant gut reaction was to feel creeped out by him; that he reminded me of my abusive father in some not so good ways... but then, the baseline cultural programming kicked in & I felt ashamed for "judging a book by its cover"; making unflattering assumptions about a guy I didn't know, who'd never demonstrated any reason to be wary... so, I went the other direction. I tried to be friendly & engaging, met with friendly nonengagement... cue the teacher interference... Our teacher had repeatedly attempted to get us chatting to no avail, until- she took us to the computer-lab & paired us up "randomly" to anonymously "meet" each other, & discuss our lives & interests in the foreign language she taught. Turns out we had similar taste in music from older generations, similar humor, both of us were artists, loved videogames, etc - and we hit it off as friends. Our teacher wound up regretting getting him talking, as once he finally became chatty & sociable, she couldn't shut him up. We really enjoyed each others company, & when we no longer had classes together, I'd still drop in on him when the opportunity presented itself to chat & catch up.
He befriended each myself, & my ex independently - playing keyboard in a band with my ex, & consistently presented as a reasonably decent dude. We all wound up being roommates out of highschool & he was a member of our household more often than not for the better part of two decades through all manner of struggles, abusive families of origin, disability, impoverishment, structural & state violence. He was one of our children's parental figures, a trusted member of our inner circle, & "extended family". Eventually after the marriage with my ex had run its course, he & I got together - and had a child between us.
We struggled & faced ongoing persecution for our medicine, disabilities, impoverishment, & well-founded distrust of the system until our family was finally torn apart & scattered by corrupt state agencies for federal financial incentives.
Only after all of that- did it come out that Germany was actually a predatory pedophile who'd been preying on & abusing us all along. My family & life were completely torn apart, & I was lucky to survive the aftermath - only to find the one adult person I really trusted, & the closest thing to a support system I had - my rock- was a monster all along.
So yeah- he's in prison; my kids who he preyed on are grown.
There's a reason people "judge books by their covers" - it might not *ALWAYS* accurately reflect what's inside, but it's usually a pretty good indication unless deception is actively involved.
In December 2021, I did a long distance delivery to western Kentucky. While unloading construction supplies at this rural house late in the afternoon, I noticed how the clouds had a strange gray-green tint, the air turned surprisingly humid, and the animals were completely silent as if they had vanished. A gut feeling told me to just dump everything off and get out of there as fast as possible, and my helper had the exact same feeling. Several hours later, a deadly EF4 tornado swept through the area I had just delivered to and killed several people.
"He had a winning smile"
I one heard a British Upper Class smile described as "A smile that is all teeth and no smile"
Always upper class
'The smile that never reaches the eyes'.
'That light that never, ever, warms.'
'It's what they are taught: they are artificial, empty, hollow, stuffed people'.
No, I'm not crazy, just quoting poems and tales about evil upper-class 'types'. 🙂
No wonder it's unsettling given they're British teeth.
Late to the story. Here it is. My son. 18 months old, wanted chips. Give him chips and he sits out the veranda. I’m washing dishes, well…I kept hearing my mum voice to go get the glass. I kept washing but my inner voice was getting louder. I finally went out and yes, my son was choking on his chips. I almost took his shoulder out to smack his back. The glass was my son
you have a son made out of glass-
(sorry)
Why would anyone give an 18 month old chips?
@@thefastcommenter7774 Keep in mind chips doesnt mean the crispy ones everywhere. Chips in Commonwealth countries like Britain and Australia are what Americans call french fries and are soft and completely appropriate for a child over 12 months to be eating. However, the better question is, why was an infant left to eat food unsupervised?
@@miaa7968 Negligent parents. I can see that the OP here is one also. An infant SHOULD NOT be eating anything without supervision.
An 18 month old should not be eating fries
I guess my mum had a gut feeling when my sister was born. She was my mum's second child and my mum noticed she'd twitch a bit while she was being fed. Didn't feel right about it so she called her midwife who said 'if you feel something is off, go to the doctor to get her checked' as they got to their appointment, my sister had a fit. Calcium deficiency. She had to get calcium pumped through a tube in her foot and I think in her head too? I don't know. My sister was fine after treatment. When I was born, my mum caught the signs early and knew what it was so she told the doctor while they were still in hospital and I just needed to get my milk changed.
I see some patterns here with these pedophile stories:
1. Adults always want to be with the kid/s (no adult wants that, with the exception of teachers, parents, etc.)
2. They try to organize sleepovers/parties, even when their kid didn't ask (probably to stalk more kids in the house)
3. When there's an event where kids wear bathing suits, they don't eye any other adults in bathing suits, but the kids
Can y'all follow me?
Dead on. We had a pedo in the church I grew up in. As in adult, I don't understand how the other adults in the church didn't see it. He was married. His wife was 19, looked like she was 12. He was like early 40s or late 30s at best. Always chatting up the kids at church and had girls sleepover. Supposedly for his wife. Found out when I was older that he even had some kind of bedroom in the attic built that other members of the church helped him build. Was always trying to rub my neck and shoulders or put his arm around me and walk and talk which always made me uncomfortable.
I've gotten blood poisoning twice before when I was younger. I think both times were bc of a water blister on my hand that got dirt or whatever in it. I noticed the red streak going up my arm and realized what it meant before it went too far luckily. Took some strong antibiotics and they wiped it out in a day or two.
What is blood poisoning exactly?
@@jaye4157 Sepsis usually according to a quick search
@@jaye4157 Sorry. I had written a reply and link to it on a medical website but the comment was deleted somehow.
Blood poisoning isn't actually "poisoning", it's actually when bacteria enters through the bloodstream and eventually reaches the lymphatic system. The term for this is actually called lymphatitis.
There was a teacher, his name was Mr. Bishop, in my high school. He seemed pretty nice but I felt like slime covered my body whenever I was around him. He just made me super uncomfortable… Everyone “loved” him though even though he was a bit cold to us girls. Fast forward to like 5 years after I graduated and he got arrested for being a pedo. Apparently he really like boys… and more girls came out and said something felt off with him but the boys never picked up on it. Tbh, I knew he was one the moment I met himz
People rarely express an attraction to boys or men in general, so boys don't recognize it when it happens. Even adult men can't immediately recognize when a guy is sexually attracted to them. They just assume he's a nice guy who is friendly to everyone.
I have a minor one. It didn't save a life, but it saved me a lot of trouble.
Last year, I took a film production class, and on the first day, when we were discussing what we'd like to do in film, one classmate said he wanted to be a director so he could tell people what to do. My professor called him out on it, and I made a mental note to not give him any important work if possible, since there were several group projects. When we had individual assignments, he'd do everything late, with the bare minimum of effort and a total lack of understanding of the material or why we were learning it. During the group projects, he would try to foist off all his work on the group members, and when he actually had to do something, would completely take over. During finals week, he got mad about something at his work, went on social media, and called almost everyone in class a slur, without giving their names. I don't know what's happened to him since, but I haven't seen him on any of the class rosters, and we had the same major.
CLOSE CALL -
I went for a walk earlier this evening. I am a young woman, I work 12 hour shifts give or take, so although it was getting dark and misty I wanted to take my walk, I’d only be quick. That inner voice was telling me it wasn’t worth it but I ignored that and drove to the moors where I often walk. It’s secluded and there was no sign of people, lights, cars etc. I only went 15 minutes from my car up onto a tor but had the feeling to turn back. I was using my torch but then had the feeling to turn it off as I felt exposed with it. I near my car about 150 yards away and suddenly my gut GROWLS at me. Loud. I had eaten so it wasn’t from hunger. My ears pricked up, hearing the sound of nylon shuffling against itself and I stop to hear if it’s just me. It wasn’t. It’s basically dark and I focus my eyes to the direction of the noise and just make out two dark figures advancing fast towards me. My hairs stand up on end. I quicken my step and get out my keys, close enough to unlock my car and by the time I get in, just without breaking into a run, lock the doors, turn on the lights and start the engine; The head lights expose two figures running off into the darkness.
In two minds at that point to drive away at speed or drive over them with speed. I chose the first. - post note, I was going to wear headphones but again that feeling told me not to. It’s the strict voice in your head telling you “not to have fun” in those situations. Listen to it.
LADIES - LISTEN TO YOUR GUT AND DEEP FEELINGS. Be safe out there and remover you have teeth, claws and FIRE.
Gut instincts may not be precise but they are accurate. Keep them fine-tuned.
Best description of gut feelings/ intuition is realizations the mind made that haven't been turned into words yet. The human mind is sharp, and perceptive. We end up consciously ignoring much of the information we take in, but it's still thought of.
When I had to do mandatory driving hours with the school, I didn’t trust the guy who was instructing. I expressed this to my mom so she required me to have a companion in the car with me which most of the time ended up being her. Turns out my gut feeling was right because this guy made gross comments towards my classmates and would touch some of them. He was even quite touchy with me despite the fact that I was clear about no physical contact. I wish we had physical proof because I don’t want that guy around minors or being a free man in general. However, the police won’t do anything if there isn’t any viable proof other than a few teenagers words.
I’ve only had one or two occasions where I got bad vibes from someone, but I never saw either of those people again so I don’t actually know if anything was up with them or not. My mom’s the one with the good instincts. I’m too trusting for my own good. But that second story is why I never open the door when someone knocks or rings the bell unless I’m expecting a delivery or know someone’s coming to call.
I once was on my way to work and got off the bus. I suddenly had a super strong sinking feeling that yelled internally "Don't go. Mom's going to die." I literally stopped in my tracks but shrugged it off. Again the strong feeling of "Don't go! Mom's going to die!" I stopped again and just looked around feeling insane.... Like WHY WAS I HEARING THIS?! Honestly if anyone was around they'd have thought I was crazy because I kept walking and stopping and at one point even turned around to go home. I then stopped and asked myself if I really thought my Mom was going to die, and I realized the voice didn't specify whose mother was going to die. I felt like if it was my Mom then the feeling would (hopefully) be more specific.
I got to the office, and less than 30 minutes later my boss started scream crying from her office. Her Mom had just died.
I don't think I needed to actually go home, but her tragedy set off my asthma so I ended up having breathing problems the rest of the day. I still don't know why the Universe felt like I needed to get that message that day, but it stuck with me as a reminder to listen to my gut.
Story time. All the names are fake and changed for privacy reasons.
A female friend of ours "Roni" called our group that she's gonna bring her new bf to the café we all liked going. Ok, cool.
We are at the café and Roni comes and introduces the dude as "Mike". First glance at him and I said to myself "I don't like this guy". One of my other friends "Rita" asked me to come to the near by store with her. The first thing she says to me after we exited the café was "You don't like this guy either, do you?".
5 months later, Roni called me in the middle of the night, begging me to come to the place she shared with Mike. I come and she looked like a mess: bruises all over her hands, hair was disheveled etc. Turns out that guy beat her and went to do drugs with his friends. We pack everything that belonged to her (she was staying at his place) and went to my home. We call some of our friends to tell them about it.
Another 3 months later, Mike was found brutally beaten in a park. He never identified his attackers but I'm 100% sure one of them was Roni's older brother although he denied being part of it.
This video reminds me that I got a job offer from a former employer for a live-in dev job. I consider him a good friend, talented artist, sales person and someone who values me highly but a bad manager in general.
He's planning to offer me a lucrative salary to join his live-in team as a developer; rent free. I love the guy but I love my freedom more and it honestly seems like a bad idea or a bad time.
Unless I'm desperate for work/money, I'll probably reject the offer when he actually puts the team together and might update here if shit actually hits the fan afterwards with the live-in team.
A live-in caretaker or childcare provider I can understand. A live-in dev team sounds like an hr lawsuit waiting to happen.
My friend once dated a guy, and for some reason she wanted me to meet him. Something told me he couldn’t be trusted…and they had an abusive relationship (it’s over now, thank goodness). I tried to warn her when it was happening, and I feel bad that it didn’t go better for her
Your gut is always right. Even when it's wrong, it's shouting at you for a reason, ignore it at your own peril.
I've had a bad feeling about myself my whole life. I'm always losing shit. I'm sure subconsciously I'm stealing my own shit and hiding it.
For me, I’m just sure that I was doing awful things in my sleep without realizing it… . Wow that was bad…
holy crap your subconscious is evil
Said goodbye to a friend once, heart told me it would be the last time I saw him. A less than three days later he was found dead. Always wondered what would have changed if I offered him a few cups of coffee at the local coffee shop that night, only would have been 2ish hours before daylight.
Hurts the soul man...
This is why i want time travelling machines to exist already
What originally was a weird gut feeling, has now become me being positive that I can predict someone close to me is either going to die, or has already passed.
Back in high school, I had a dream about losing my dog. The next day, I had this weird aching feeling in my gut the whole day. When I got home, I found my dog had walked off our balcony, and he was dead on the pavement by our basement door. The poor thing was completely blind by then, so he probably didn't know where he was going. And he was tiny too.
Just last year, I was in the middle of a deployment in Qatar, where I was going through a long stretch of weird feelings, awful dreams about my mom. Late October, I had a call from my brother that she had contracted ALS, and was dying. She had passed away in December, shortly before Christmas.
The last one was actually quite recently. One of my former roommates was a lovely lady, genuinely one of the sweetest people I've come across, who helped me out of a bad spot when I had to move off my base. She had been sick from a lot of things over the past few months. Not even a few weeks ago, I had come back from work one night, and our other roommate talked about taking her to the hospital cause something was definitely wrong. I agreed, but, I couldn't sleep very well that night, something in my brain told me our sick roommate's clock was ticking.
I got up that morning, and immediately checked on her. She was still breathing, and I didn't really check on anything else. I thought for once my gut was wrong. I went back to my room and chilled for a bit, for our other roommate freaking out, getting me and our 4th roommate out to find her not breathing. We got her to the hospital, but she passed away only a day and a half later. I don't blame myself for what happened, but I think about what could've been done had I gone with my gut and kept a better eye out.
Superpowers??? :O
Neat. I mean their passing is sad, but the sense is neat.
My family used to live in an apartment that was up pretty high and in that old apartment our kitchen was right next to my parent's bedroom and that room had a balcony, you could see from the kitchen straight to our balcony. Few years ago when I was still living with my parents I was hanging out in our kitchen and suddenly something told me to look up towards the balcony. One of the balcony window screens had opened somehow and our cat was standing on our grill we kept in the balcony, she was clearly preparing to jump out on the railing on the other side of the balcony windows. I yelled her name and rushed to pick her up before she could jump, I closed the window and later my dad taped it shut so it wouldn't open on it's own anymore. I am still convinced I saved my cat's life that day.
Not sure if this counts
But back like 3-5 years ago, one night I believe I was watching a video on my phone but got tired and decided to take a nap. All was good until a few minutes later it was starting to be veryyy warm and comfy.. I didn't wanna leave, it felt very good and nice in general.. then it got too comfy to the point I got a feeling something wasn't right and for a few times I kept delaying it I was like "well maybe it's not urgent, I'm gonna nap first" but the more I delayed it the 'louder' the gut feeling became. Eventually I got so uncomfortable I forced myself to get up and get a glass of water. I did a Google search and all i remember is that those feelings are usually associated with near-death experiences or something, immediately got spooked afterwards. Not sure why I would die in my sleep even though i didn't have any medical problems during that time or if those searches were true but I still had a very bad gut feeling something wasn't right. Literally everything I experienced that moment was the same as many people have described to be their near-death experiences.. the fact that I could've died had I kept delaying to this day kinda gives me chills.
Former coworker of mine worked in maintenance (this was at a Walmart) spoke only Spanish and always seemed somewhat sketchy, almost paranoid. Fast forward a few years after I left that job, he got arrested for trafficking drugs in his truck and (violently) resisting arrest. I knew something was wrong with that guy.
When,I was a teenager. One of the neighbors kid had a car accident. That night his mother woke up cuz she heard her son saying mama help me. A few minutes later the cops knocked on their door to tell,them,about the accident. When,the kid got outta the hospital he told us the last thing he said before he passed out was mama help me.
Had a feeling my baby mom was more than just friends with this dude she "reconnected with" shortly after I'd worked my ass off for our own apartment. Now she's about to move into one with him and I'm struggling to figure out my worth
You are worthy. It's people like her that are cheaper then dirt. Good luck to u and the baby!
Hope everything is going better for you. I am going through a similar situation. Shit sucks.
Another story… I was living in Portland, OR and because I’m disabled I was unable to work. It was raining, and I didn’t want to go anywhere that day so I told my mom I wasn’t going to go to the mall that day because I didn’t feel up to it. My mom told me that I need to get out of the house. I need to get some air and that I need to go to the mall today. I don’t have to go tomorrow but I needed to go today. So I reluctantly went. Next evening, we turned on the tv and see the news. There was a mass shooting at the specific mall I went to the day before. He hit all the places I liked going.
My mom’s intuition saved me that day.
This reminds of one when I was around 6 or 7 years old, travelling back from visiting my aunt with my mom to our city, it was around 6pm and sun set and sky darkening, we arrived at this small town by the highway and I got this scary feeling that if we continue past this town we will all die, I started yelling at mom to stop the car and spend the night in the town, she was adamant in another 5hr we will arrive in our city, I started crying and saying we will die, my mom stopped and got scared since I wasn't that type of children who make a fuss out of everything, and so she agreed to spend the night there.
Anyhow, in the morning, we found out that there was this heavy loaded truck that crashed into a small car and drove over it and killed the 2 men in it around the same time.
My mom told me about the story a few years back, but I only remember crying and telling mom to stop the car that evening.
I had a dream where my mom told me I had cancer. I brushed it off in the morning because I was thinking about a dog possible having cancer because she had a lump on her. A couple months pass and I have the dream again. Once again, my mom told me I had cancer. I wouldn’t have these dreams every night, but often. It was always my mom who would tell me I had cancer. These dreams stopped once my mom opened up and admitted she had cancer. No one else would tell me in these dreams but her. I thought my mind was trying to tell me something was wrong with me. Turns out my mind was telling me there was something wrong with my mom. I stayed up crying all that night she told me. Ever since then, if I have a recurring theme in my dream I listen to it. The same thing happened with my dog before he passed. I kept dreaming that he had passed away. It was never the same dream, but the same theme.
wow...
Memorial day floods. I was around 8 years old with my mom, dad, and infant brother. We were visiting my parent's sibling in-laws in downtown Houston. Near the end of our visit (~8-9 pm) I look out the window and up at the sky, and my eyes narrow, staring at what looks like this massive wormhole made of stormclouds in the sky. We didn't get home until around 3 or 4 am that night and had to make a lot of stops in some REAL shady parts of town because of the water. Hurricane Harvey was pretty bad. Don't remember it as vividly as the 2015 memorial day floods.
I have this gut feeling and NO ONE listens to me. I recently moved to a new town August 2022 because my dad started a company with his brother, and I told him flat out that "He's going to try and steal the company from you. He's going to make you fail" Sure enough now we're picking up the pieces, but I was ignored
Same area, I KNEW my grandma was going to die this one week, I just knew it. It all happened after she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and told me "Everyone is rooting for you", I just knew. I told the family to prepare them and they all said she wasn't going to die for a while yet. She died three days later.
My mother had raised us to trust our gut, because she was so in tune with hers, she predicted things like my Grandmother’s death. Woke up from a dead sleep as SIDS was about to claim me. Done some amazing things. The very in-tune nature was passed along. It’s not natural- it gets detailed. Like we can physically feel what’s happening at times. After a particularly bad nightmare involving my mother and sister, I felt the need to tell my mother about it. Still have the feeling we dodged a bullet somehow. Don’t know if anything did happen; Ma tends to keep news of unfortunate circumstances away from her kids.
I once got invited to an Orthodox gathering in an abandoned church they rented some rooms at. At first they seemed like nice people, cultured and educated, raised in Christian traditions so I thought it'd be nice there. And when I arrived there, my gut just went crazy! First there was that weird agitated autistic guy who just won't stop walking from one side of the room to another wih his arms crossed, then other people arriving started giving each other strange secret greetings, then the hosts behaved creepily nice at the supper we were having. I chose not to eat anything because I was already losing my shit but wasn't showing it. Then they decided to go outside and practice some medieval Russian games. The first one which turned out to be the last was the leader standing in the center of a circle at the small court, spinning some heavy stone on a rope, and we had to jump over it to evade it. I refused, because the stone was really large and I was afraid it'd hit me. And just one minute into the game, one not-so-agile woman in her fourties got hit with that stone, and I heard a bone-chilling crack and her inhuman scream and wail. The cult leader broke both of her legs with that stone. As they were all staring at the scene and the panicked cult leader was dialing ambulance, I backed off into the darkness (it was nighttime already) and ran away from there.
Please understand that they were not Orthodox. If you are interested in spiritual matters, please visit an Orthodox Church.
I'm sorry to hear about your baby, infant deaths are always hard, hope you're family is doing ok ❤️
A sunday school teacher once told me this story. When she was very young, I think like seven or eight, she and her brother were visiting their aunt(?) and when she saw the aunt’s husband, she became very uncomfortable and made her brother never leave her side the whole visit. The next year her aunt filed for divorce because she discovered that man was molesting their daughters.
My cat has some sort of seizure disorder. We don't know which, but we think it's epilepsy. When I was younger, I walked into a room because I was hearing something strange coming from inside. I saw her on the ground, twitching and clawing at a bamboo mat that was made to keep a futon mattress from the carpet. I told my father about this immediately. I was very scared she would die in those thirteen minutes. My father stepped out of the room. She was okay, and following him around, rubbing against him and purring. He said she did have a seizure. We assumed it was because she didn't have medicine the night before, and while that was partially the issue, she also wasn't getting enough to fully prevent seizures. She had one other seizure, got her medicine amount bumped up and she hasn't had one since.
Regarding the first story, do NOT attempt to induce vomiting yourself. If something goes wrong, your actions can easily lead to the person suffocating or having their throat severely burned as the substance they ingested has interacted with stomach acid.
Just call paramedics or a poison control center asap.
I was walking along the beach with a friend one night after work. We had done it loads of times. Anyway, this night we were halfway down the beach when we looked at each other and decided we should leave.
The next day we learned that a woman had been murdered under the pier we were walking towards around the same time we had been there.
6:00 Male Breast Cancer is a bastard. I had it, not stage 4 but on it's way there. Surgery, chemo, radiation, all of which sucked, then I couldn't tolerate the maintenance medication, as is the case in about 30% of survivors. Most research on this disease is "this works on women, it should work on you".
It's so weird how medical bias just ignores the other gender. Like how all the signs of heart attacks are the signs MEN show, autism diagnoses are much more difficult for women because they show different signs, women's health concerns are easily written off as hormonal where men are taken seriously etc... And then in your case "well it's more common in women so should be fine if we just don't figure out how to do better with men". Like wtf. It mostly goes the one way, but sucks that it goes the other way as well.
My gut was off all day, the instant I woke up. I wanted to ask my friend to give me a lift to work, cos we work together and live close but I finish an hour before him on this day so thought "No, it's OK. I'll ride my motorbike, the weather won't be too bad."
A car hit me on the way home and crushed my ankle. Still recovering. I can't get over the the fact I knew it was gonna happen without knowing. The unshakeable bad vibe I got at the thought of leaving the house,how weird it was to touch my bike that day. I thought it was me not wanting to go to work so my mind was playing games... holy shit. I knew it was gonna happen
It was shortly when stuff began going back to normal after Covid. I and my siblings all had an aunt who was dating this guy (we'll call him F) who recently started dating. I have a bad feeling about him the second I hear his voice/see him. He didn't say much, he just stuck by my aunt and he got a b**er a couple of times. I pretended not to notice how weird he acted and told my mom later when I got home. She said that it was probably just my anxiety and I was being paranoid. I was not. I kept on having this feeling everytime around him. He had/has kids, but that doesn't stop him from being creepy. About a year later, come to find out while F and my Aunt are eating dinner, he says its okay for her to order, but then yells at her over what she ordered and the sauce, that she didn't let him order. He was very controlling, and mentally + emotionally abusive, imo. She ditched him and left him, she stayed for a while because parts of her wanted to be a mother and protect the kids. Eventually, she left him and went to live with our grandmother.
More of a delayed gut feeling. About a year ago I was talking to this guy in my class. He had been in my year for a while but never talked because we never shared the same class. We started talking when he then asked whether he could come round my house and watch Lord of The Rings. Me, not really thinking about what he was expecting, he started acting weirdly the entire time we watched the movie (touching me, wanting to kiss me etc). What I did for the whole thing was basically stiffen up the like a board and turn into a plank of wood. I felt sick to the stomach and pretty much kicked him out of the house. Turns out he had actually been known for inappropriately touching girls at his school and work, whilst also apparently being monitored by the police because he had apparently called a bomb threat after trespassing on a neighbouring school. He wants to be a policeman which only makes me fear the future even more.
I used to get this all the time, sometimes I would meet someone and it was almost like a vision played out in my mind with something about their future, always bad things, never nice. It always turned out to be spot on. I don't know why these visions faded over time, nowadays it's just a feeling and not as clear as it once was.
I remembered one night, me, my mother and my brothers along with their wives were walking to the bus stop to go back home after a New Years party but something about that night felt odd, I was laughing and joking around but this feeling just overwhelmed me to the point I was pale, my brother asked what was wrong and I said “I have a bad feeling” and I noticed this hooded person walking behind my brother’s wife who has the baby stroller and I could’ve swear that man had a knife because I saw a shine so to scare the man away since he was getting extremely close, I said to my brother “is that a shiny object in that man’s hand” but I said it in a loud tone which scared the man away, two days later we find out on an article that a man had been arrested for killing a pregnant woman on the same streets that night…it gives me the chills really
I was crossing the road in front of the bus to get to my accommodation in university (the other side of the road the cars came towards the bus so it gave people a good view of you crossing). I did this pretty regularly as the bus stopped right next to the hall and the nearest crossing was a full 10 minute walk down the road. I will admit I had gotten a bit careless after living there for a good few months. I usually took one of my headphones out, turned down my music and check the road before I crossed - this time I didn't do any of those things.
I got about a centimeter out from the bus and just, stopped entirely. No thought whatsoever, I couldn't hear anything and I wasn't looking at the road, I just stopped. Not even a second later a motorbike speeds past me about 2 inches from my face, going way too fast for what was essentially a residential area with a bus taking up half the road.
If I hadn't stopped I have no doubt that thing would have hit me head on and I don't think I would have survived
I woke up when i was 10 and i heard my dad, who i just met the day before, crying in an adjacent room. The moment my eyes opened i started to cry because it immediately registered my mom died. Its been 13 years and i still can see her dead with her eyes open, the direction i was facing when i woke up, the beers my dad drank that night, i can hear him say her name, i can see the snow reflecting the lights of the ambulance, no siren because they arent in a hurry. It's wicked because i have the whole pieriod between figuring shed die and knowing it had happened in full memory. I dont cry over it, but its something ive had to reason with.
the kid stories are very sad, espcially about the baby who unfortunately was born brain dead. Definitely teared up😢
Once had a dream that woke me with a feeling I needed to check on a friend of mine who turned out to have a health problem and it could have been really serious but wasn't he was having profuse nosebleeds that could have been a sign of something way worse, lately I've been having nightmares since working at an assisted living about my grandparents and occasionally residents it has me unsettled because of that dream and that gut feeling and other similar ones being correct in some way. Even this morning after a resident had recently passed I had one about my grandpa falling and hitting his head and passing away. I don't know if it's a bad sign as I didn't wake with a bad feeling this time just upset by the dream, however I did catch a mouse that has been stealing from the same bag of open candy he's been eating out of randomly and it's the only thing the mouse has had to get into. Decided to pitch it... just in case for the sake of both not getting more mice and in case he's been eating mouse germs cause ....yuck 😮💨😨
I called that my mom and dad favored my sister over me… . I was right, as she gets all of the respect and kindness, meanwhile I get nothing but passive aggressive emotions and fake smiles. That’s about it for now I guess…
Edit: my sister’s bf told me I need to see a doctor because I’m “constantly” coughing even though it’s just mucus… . Like wtf?!
Might want to listen to BFs advice tho, could be an underlying issue that HIS gut feeling is catching
@@ChaoticArtCat ah
I have two incidences. firstly, when i was in grade 5, i was running down the stairs with my friends. I felt a gut feeling that i was gonna roll down and hurt myself, one second before it actually happened. It is a feeling I will never forget. I knew I would fall, and then I really did roll down literally, hurting myself all bruised and it hurt like hell the moment i stopped rolling. The pain came all over my body.
Secondly, i was riding horse when i was in grade 6. i felt this eerie gut feeling that the horse is not right. Then right there the horse started to run at a super high speed so suddenly, and i fell off it onto rocky surface. my mom and sis saw it all from behind and they are scarred to this day. I was carried away by ambulance and had to wear neck cast for a week.
Both incidences i have clear memories before those accidents happened, those eerie gut feeling right before it happened.
Spooky one for ya. High school, 9th grade I think. Was about to leave to catch the bus (long ass driveway), as I am walking out the front door my mind suddenly became very blank out of nowhere. To which I look back at my dogs who were laying there napping. I felt a weird urge to go pet them a little more and chance not being out promptly on time. I pet them for a little and head to school. I left my house at 6:45 in the morning, by the time my mother woke up at 7 it turned out my dog had died. Still weirds me out to this day as someone who is not religious in any capacity.
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I was working in hospital lab, transferred from another department shortly after getting certified.
Initially get along with my new colleagues but then they start giving me the cold shoulder. I have no idea what upset them. I tell the two supervisors, they brush it off. One supervisor is ok. The other, "A" is trying too hard, a bit like the David Brent character in The Office - trying to be friends but also trying to assert himself as a manager.
I give it 3 months, try my best to get along, work hard etc. I notice that I'm not fully trained on all the machines with no plan to get me trained on them. In the back of my mind I know the supervisor A is basically keeping me on the "subs bench" so I can't leave for another company.
One morning I have argument with one of my colleagues. She is constantly salty. I ask directly - is there anything I have done to upset you as you are constantly off with me.
She can't give a solid answer. I say that sounds like when me wife replies "fine" when she's not fine. She cuts me off and don't talk much beyond that.
I get fed up working in this situation and move to another hospital. Maybe 6 months later I find out one of the supervisors was feeding the hematology and biochemistry machines with his private work, to the tune of £50,000 in chemicals.
As for the toxic working environment, no idea what the supervisor said but he played the old divide and rule so we were bickering between ourselves instead of noticing his shady dealings.
If Shawn had went to bed, the dad better feel guilty everyday for sliding off as a simple sickness and he'll be better tomorrow morning.
3:00 - Larry Bright was from my hometown and murdered 8 women from 2003-2004. I was a little kid when it happened but I vividly remember my parents talking about it. He’s in prison now, life without parole.
Let this be a reminder that instinct and intuition developed first and that we evolved higher level reasoning to support our intuition. Your gut feeling won't always be right, but you should always hear it out at the very least.
My ex-husband's cousin's husband always made me feel uncomfortable. I never let them watch our kids. Found out later he molested another cousin. Always listen to to your gut
September 2020 my family and I could not get a hold of brother for a few weeks. he was living in a different state. It was not like him to not respond to any of us. I told my family on day 1(the first day we couldnt get a hold of him) that I had this strong gut feeling he wasn’t ok. I told them he’s going to overdose… every day for a few weeks I said the same thing, he’s not ok and someone needs to go check on him. Early one morning my dad called me to let me know he was found dead, overdosed, by his landlord. He had been dead for 3 weeks. The bond siblings have is so tight. So I knew deep inside he was gone but my family didn’t listen…
Oh my goodness, that poor mother. My heart goes out to her. Fuuuuu
People have to understand that you have a Special gift, your brain can subconsciously read people better than your conscious can but listening to that feeling you get can save your life and the lives of others.
Okay so not a horrifying thing but my mum has a sixth sense for babies. She always seems to find any baby in the room first (she loves kids btw), and that would be weird enough, but she actually can tell when someone is pregnant.
I don't mean like, "Oh, that person just found out they are pregnant" I mean there have been multiple times when she has known one of her coworkers was pregnant BEFORE THEY KNEW THEMSELVES. She doesn't spoil the surprise for them or anything but she's told me it's happened multiple times over her life where she's been like, "Huh, I think Blank is pregnant." and the they've turned up like 3 weeks later like, "I'm pregnant!".
Its weird lol
15:31 I did _almost_ the exact same thing, only in broad daylight... well, I'm assuming that's a difference; the story didn't say it explicitly, but most designated driver stories take place shortly after 2am when the bars close. Anyhow, green light, no go. It was a four-lane road and the driver in the other lane going my way started, then stopped and looked at me 'for permission?' or something? to see why I wasn't going? Whatever, unable to read my expression, I guess; they started again and a car (don't know what kind, if it has wheels it's a car; if it has wings, it's a plane) nearly T-bones them, but swerves and jumps the center divider with one side; then continues through the red light. My Mom, who had previously asked me why I wasn't moving just said: "Oh."
On the morning of september 01, 2001 i had a dream of religous looking figures falling from the sky. On the way to work that morning i felt uneasy and felt there was a larger than normal police presence. I thought man thats crazy all the cops on 09-01-01 (911) but ewnt about my week untill September 11, 2001 when the world changed and my vision of people falling was on tv in front of me. I was mortified as we all were. Never forgotten 911 victims and survivors my love to you.
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Oh. My. God.
If my mom let my cat out despite me not telling her to and he got hit by a car, I would immediately throw hands. I think of my animals as my children, so any parent imagine the pain of your child getting hit my a car and dying because your parent wasn't paying any attention to them. You would likely feel frustrated and be prepared to slap someone with all your might. I feel horrible for the person who had to go through that. :{
So you would hit your own mother, the lady who birthed you, cared for you, raised you, over a STUPID CAT? REALLY?
@@thefastcommenter7774 yes.
@@silverfreeborn3374 Don’t you value and respect your mom?
And love?
@@thefastcommenter7774 For me and my family adopting a cat, or any animal, is like adopting a human child. They all have special needs and are actually very similar to humans other than the fact that they're.. well.. cats. So imagine your human child that you adopted from a young age and raised and loved got killed because a family member wasn't keeping an eye on them while you were out. If you wouldn't care much, then I feel sorry for you.
That would have been the death of a salesman for me.
We had a new neighbor move in, a young man in his twenties that was real chummy with everyone. But there was something about him that I just absolutely did not like. Everyone else fell for his schtick. Next thing you know okama there his picture is on America's Most Wanted on the TV and there are detectives knocking at his door. He was in trouble for molesting a young girl at a wedding in another town and was currently voluntary at the high school down the street working with their wrestling team. I guess he liked to be around teenagers, for all the wrong reasons. I remember all the neighbors were so shocked except for me. I said that I never liked him, and they just gave me a dirty look.
I remember.. I think I dodged a bullet. When I was in grade 9, i was walking to school. It was a rural area, and a mini van slowed down near me and stopped in front of me a few meters away. The persons(i think there were at least 2 people in the van but couldnt see well) opened their door and was waiting. My gut feeling told me that I should not go near it. I crossed to the opposite side and as I walk past them, the driver slided down the window and told me "you going to school right? I am going in the same direction so you can get in". I shouted back "I am good" and they left thankfully. it may have been a super kind gesture of innocent intent, but my gut feeling remembers the incident so vividly after more than a decade passed. I think i may have not been able to be here if i did not stop and cross to the other side. Thank God
About the sad cat story I never let my cat to walk into the street without being supervised. Too good she's a little nervous and runs like hell when she hears a car, so she only "inspectes" the fenced garden and takes really long naps sitting comfy on the window.
Not really a gut feeling, but once i was taking a long walk and decided to go to a nearby church that was on a hill at the edge of the town. As i was nearing the road that took me to the church, i suddenly tripped and fell on my knees, ripping my pants and hurting my knee. It was a small cut, but enough to make me change my mind and return home.
My boyfriend was home and asked me what happened, and when i told him, he said i ought to never go to that church on foot, as there is a pack of stray dogs in that area that are aggressive towards cars and bicycle riders, and who is to know how they would have reacted have i gone there.
That fall might have been a sign to just return. Or not, who knows. Better safe that sorry
18:28 man, I thought they would have the gut feeling not to grab the shells, but ignored it and their friend's dad would've had a near death experience with some allergic reaction
my family is known for being very intuitive with our gut feeling- it's saved us on more than a few occasions. There are several dramatic stories from before I was born, but the one that comes to mind most recently is (spoilers, a pedo). My senior physics teacher was described as a really funny and cool guy, but cause I took his class during covid and we were online I never really got to know him. He was chill the 1 day a week we were in person, I answered questions at the beginning of class when no one else would and then he'd let me draw for the next 45 minutes lol. Like 3 days after I graduated, I came across him at the local arcade with some friends- he said he spent a LOT of time there, had all the several hundred thousand ticket prizes. I wondered if he was married and how much was in his savings as I left him lol. But something felt off about him ever since then when I thought about him. Cut to 2 years later, where he has "mysteriously disappeared" from his classroom, and my dad who's a teacher becoming rather stressed having to cover his classes and that recently the police had come to investigate the physics teacher's classroom. I heard the mention of "girls" and that's all I needed to know to figure out what happened. I'm glad to know I wasn't crazy with my gut feeling. Though it's only as I'm typing this I wonder what was up with him when he approached me at the arcade- hopefully it wasn't something sinister...