Fun fact: if the woods ever go quiet, get a gun or yourself out. Birds and other animals know humans aren't usually a threat so make noise around us. Only time its quiet for no reason is if there's a predator in the area. Im a ranch manager and the first time this happened, a mountain lion attacked a horse. Another time was a junky who was wondering the woods and screamed like a banshee when he noticed me from the other side of a lake. Pretty sure the mountain lion didn't go near as i was using a lawn mower most of the day and the junky didnt pull anything because i just shouted that i had a rifle on me.
Pretty sure the reason why the forest going quiet gets a reaction out of us is cause some old instinct knows that sh@@s about to go down and is screaming at us
@@FairyLadyQuelaag the mountain story is a bit of a trip. Actually posted it on my channel because it includes a little cover up. As for the junky, they're just weird like that. I've seen one of those fuckers full on sprint on all 4s before
True, usually because birds who usually call out and fill the silence go quiet so they don’t get eaten. This happens in my area, and most likely in other areas as it’s a survival instinct. Don’t eat me alive if I’m wrong. 😅
Yeah I can tell when the falcons're out and about even in my part of a big city because the pigeons and other birds in the tree behind our place will be oppressively silent.
45:26 wtf kind of mother leaves their kid to take a *BUS, ALONE, ON PAINKILLERS, AFTER SURGERY WITH ANESTHESIA?!?!?!* I swear sometimes these stories make me question how we survived as a species with people like that as parents...
Shit mothers. When I came out of anesthesia I was very alert, I was also still being worked on lol so while I don't know what it's like to suffer from the aftermath, I'd NEVER leave anyone alone, to get home on their own after surgery. It's normal for people to come out foggy, confused, sometimes even unable to walk.
We survived because the kids are at least smart enough to run or fight back, luckily. Parents can be stupid, that’s why you make sure to only rely on them sometimes once you get stronger
People really misunderstand the meaning of "a grain of salt." When kids tell you they saw a van with a man hanging out looking around, don't assume their mind is playing tricks on them. Yes, maybe they're wrong. You should take it in stride if so, because of course, MAYBE they're wrong. But if not, you end up with stories like story 21. If you feel suspicious of something, especially so if a kid is suspicious of something so dangerous as abduction, treat it seriously until there's plentiful evidence to prove otherwise. Proper caution is cheaper than a lost child.
I was at an event once and there were these two guys there and we were party-hopping. I knew a lot of the organizers, so I was chatting everyone up. We hung out a bit and swapped numbers, but one of the guys was watching me just a little too closely, and it irked me. I ultimately dipped out, as I was actually there hoping to see someone I was into. The next day, a friend called me to tell me that a mutual acquaintance of ours had been drugged, SA'd and robbed, and described him to me, figuring that I might have seen him since I had been making the rounds to all the parties. It was the creepy guy out of the two who I had been hanging out with. Near as I can figure in hindsight, he was watching to see if I'd put my drink down or take my hand off it. I passed his real name and details on so the cops could find him and she could press charges. I don't know what happened after that.
The human race has only survived for so long because it is good at sensing danger. Most important skill you need is to be able to act on your sense of danger and leave the group even if it seems like it would give you negative status with them.
Absolutely. That feeling saved me multiple times, once when I was small, I had a feeling I needed to look everywhere when walking to my school bus stop. A kid in my trailer park went missing that day, a kidnapping. My instincts were on point
I have good timing, not good instinct. I'm paranoid so I'm usually the first to notice something wrong when I'm with a group. There was a couple of times but one that stuck out to me was having a panic attack in the middle of Orlando when my bf at the time took his brothers and cousin on to rip ride rocket. I had sworn off roller coasters the previous year (opening day of Wizarding World) so I just agreed to babysit all the bags. Suddenly I get dizzy, run to the restroom to maybe be sick. I stop in front of the doors like I just got scared. A security guard asks me what's wrong. I tell her I don't know but I don't feel good but I don't feel sick anymore. She gives me a bottle of water and says I might be having heat exhaustion (the waiting area for the coaster doesn't have shade) and leads me to a bench where I'm crying and hyperventilating. She asks if I need medical, I told her no, just a panic attack but I really feel like something is wrong. But hey, panic attack, I'll be okay. She nods and tells me she'd return to her post but if I need her, just raise my hand with a thumbs down. Bf and fam come off the coaster laughing and joking so I'm thinking, yep just random panic attack, when this butthead goes "Yeah, I almost fell out of the roller coaster!" Apparently due to his size at the time his harness never fully clicked shut but the operator didn't have time to secure it a third time before the coaster took off. That mans was holding his body in the ride with the sheer strength of his effing legs the whole time😬
@@NOHTenma omg. Same I don't trust the human factor anymore in those rides. Last time friends mocked me, a month later someone died a horrible death out of one of those...
The one where they were taken by 3 large men into some sketchy basement had me wonder why they didn't already run when they were led into an alley. Like this is so obvious that something nefarious is going to happen, why go inside, down the stairs and THEN decide to run. The men clearly were walking in that order to stop you from escaping. That's terrifying
I assume you never had your intuition tell you that someone is bad news before. Knowing you feel bad and actually risking to insult or confront the situation are two different things. And if you're shy, intimidated or socially awkward it is even worse. I really wish you never get into that situation, because if you lack that empathy, there is a chance you will lack that intuition.
@@RiesenWuschel In a situation where a bad gut feeling is saying you're in danger, not getting out ASAP could be just as deadly as being quiet and hoping things don't escalate. The passive-aggressiveness in your comment is WILDLY misplaced...
@@anobody4606 I consider blaming people for not being used to confronting dangerous situations or people is damaging. I'm in the police and it took me years until I could confidently argue my position and act immediately and still I get stunted by new situations at times. But a bunch of teenagers are stupid for wanting to believe that another person is decent after growing up in safety and security?
A small story of mine was when I was in a mental health institution for let's just say, not being nice to myself. A girl twice my size and I didn't get along too well. I am very non confrontational, and you won't see me in a physical fight unless I absolutely need to defend myself. We were both in the rec room and I was playing some just dance. She was mad because her time ended and it was my turn to have a go at it. The staff left the room for a few minutes for some dumb reason and I kept feeling her eyes boring into me. Half way through the song I had the feeling that I needed to get to the ground fast. No sooner did my chest hit the floor, a chair hit the TV I was dancing infront of. If I didn't drop to the floor, the chair would have hit me instead. She got a day in the quiet room for that.
@KitKat10281 it wasn't just my safety. She had similar outbursts with other patients. I'm assuming she went to a different facility that was better equipped to deal with more aggressive people. She just disappeared one day. She was pulled out of the group, and I never saw her again.
I experienced almost the same twice. Once in a mental hospital i was sleeping and woke up feeling watched. I panicked and jumped out of bed and my roomate jumped right where i was sleeping and peed all over the bed and took a dump. Nurses said she was coming off crack. Other time i was just a kid reading a book on a pillow in the middle of the room. It was a slumber party and the other girls were getting wild. Suddenly i felt something invisible throw me across the room. The girls saw it too. Next thing a heavy glass light globe fell right where i was sitting from the ceiling. To this day i think it was a guardian angel. The other girls thought a ghost.
I used to take the bus all the time. One night I got some weird vibes from a guy sitting a couple rows down from me, he kept looking at me and I noticed he specifically payed attention when someone called for a stop and every time the bus stopped. A few stops before mine I pretended to get ready to go, put my phone in my purse, sat up straight, I pulled the stop chord and made myself look like I was getting off. When the bus stopped I watched him get off, and as the bus drove off he stared at me through the window. I shiver to think what he would've done if I had gotten off with him.
I was (attempting) to learn how to drive. I took a turn going too fast into the oncoming lane. No one was on the road but I had this intense feeling of "get off the road now!", so instead of trying to correct myself I drove into a ditch. This giant truck appeared out of no where and before my back wheel was even off the road he blew straight past us. If I'd tried to correct myself we would've gotten T-boned and myself and my friends would've died. Dude was going like 80 in a residential and was not slowing down.
Here's my own story I was 20 years old, working at a photo studio inside my local Walmart and dependent on the bus line. It was around the holidays so the studio was staying open later than usual, plus I had a bit of shopping to do afterwards so I had to take the bus home around 11 pm. The 15 minute bus ride home was uneventful, I pulled the bell to alert my stop and exited with my bags. Hardly anyone ever boards or exits at this stop as it's a very small town, and no one else stands to exit. When I get to the crosswalk a fair distance from the stop, I see the bus finally leaving and one of the other passengers had gotten off and is walking my direction. No big deal, there's a bar next to the crosswalk so I figure he's going there and continue across the street. I do take notice that he's average height, overweight, wearing a dark jacket and a ball cap pulled low to obscure his face. My apartment building is on this street that curves around, a sense told me to look behind me and when I did I see that the guy had crossed the street and was following behind. A little concerned I pick up my pace slightly, then peek over my shoulder, he has also picked up his pace and is slowly closing the gap. I pick up my pace again and can hear him do the same. I'm approaching the street near my complex which is pitch black as there aren't street lights for this section and I know that's where it's going to go down. I lower all my shopping bags into my hands so I can drop them and get prepared to kick off my flats so I can book it. I'm internally panicking a bit hoping I can outrun him, meanwhile still hearing his quickening pace behind me. Just as I'm approaching, I hear my name being called out from the darkness and I see my husband pushing our infant daughter in her stroller come out of the darkness and with so much relief I could choke I jogged up to them and shakily said "oh hi! I didn't expect you to meet me out here." (The walk from the bus stop is only a few blocks). I turned to check on the guy and saw him turn down a dead end street with only 3 or 4 houses on it. My husband said he just had this urge to come meet me at the stop, something he hadn't done before, something just told him to do it. As we walked (in the pitch black area of the street where the guy wouldn't have been able to see us), I turned to look again and saw him walking back toward the main road/bar/bus stop. That's when I started really hyperventilating because I knew, without a doubt that he was stalking me and had intended to attack me somehow. My awareness and my husband's instincts most likely saved me that night.
@@ConcealedCarriedmy husband has that. Weird story: we went to a local Applebee's for lunch before he had to go to work. My stomach started to bother me. He tried to call me, but I couldn't pick up. I called his cell phone and the pay phone they used to have in the building. One of his co-workers picked up and said he went home bc I wasn't feeling well. I was stunned. When he got home I told him I was trying to get him and that the other guy said I wasn't feeling well. He said he had a feeling about that. I was stunned.
For those confused about dreams. It’s actually scientifically sound that they’re prophetic to a degree. To put it simply, our subconscious is rooted in the patterns we ignore but memorize. Those patterns emerge in the wishy washy dream state our subconscious puts us through. So you can absolutely predict the near future or possible future events just by passively absorbing that inevitability about to happen
It's more likely just confirmation bias. I have had hundreds of nightmares about bad things happening. The nightmares I remember most are the ones that real life ends up mirroring later. Such has having a nightmare that I get a car accident a day or two before I actually DO get in a car accident. As opposed to all the other nights I have nightmares about it. Likewise for other catastrophes and embarrassments large and small.
That's my guess for the gut feeling thing. You subconsciously pick up on tiny red flags you don't actively notice, like how someone talks a certain way or where someone's eyes are. If your brain decides it's sketchy, the gut feeling happens.
Back in late 80s, I was scheduled to open at McDonald's. I was supposed to be in at 5 AM. As I was reaching for my car door, something told me "Don't go to work yet." I went back inside and sat on the couch for 10 minutes. At the same time, my co worker Liz was on her way to work and realized she forgot her hat, so she turned around and went home. Liz and I arrived at the same time, albeit late. Just as we pulled in, another car was pealing out. We got to the door, and the opening manager was sitting there in tears. She opened the door and literally collapsed in my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Another girl was sitting there, white as a sheet. It turns out that when the manager and other girl arrived, three guys jumped out from behind the bushes and put a gun to their head. They forced the manager to the office to get all the money. She never had the chance to lock the door. Liz and I were due any minute. Robber told her, "if anyone else shows up, all of you are dead." Manager gave him all the money in the safe and gave it to them. Remember the car pealing out when Liz and I got there? That was them!
@@sharonrinkiewicz3940 I am shocked. I used to live in Davie Florida, but this was years after. I think I know the McD that you were at. The one on Davie Road, the old-style building that was by the Burger king and Wendies.
@@smsff7 That was our sister store. I worked at the one on 441 and Griffin. We were always getting robbed. I think our store got robbed about ten times before the owner decided to finally install an alarm system in.
That’s what I thought of as well, also dying by fence posts in your trunk going through your car cause you get rear ended is such a Final Destination way to die lol
Glad I'm not the only one who thought that. Let me tell you, FD2 was probably one of the most effective horror movies of all time. It was fun at the time, but to this day I am scared of logging trucks and free-rolling water bottles. Just hell no.
I've done the opposite. I was leaving a bar with a group of friends and we were going down an escalator. We were grouped up and chatting, not walking, and not all on one side (in general you're supposed to stick to the right side if you're not walking on escalators so people who are walking can pass). A guy came up behind us and yelled at us for blocking the path and I said something along the lines of "we're like 5 seconds from the bottom, calm down." He then said he had a knife and I burst out laughing at how ridiculous of a comment that was. We got to the bottom of the escalator and he just walked away, but being drunk definitely leads to doing stupid things.
Here's a nice one to help you all with the trauma: I needed to arrange a tall ship sailing trip for a program I was doing. My 3 other friends on the program picked one company and I just had an instinctual urge to go with this other boat (a lot less fancy looking tgan theirs, much less exciting trip and much cheaper/closer to home). I really couldn't explain it, but I absolutely HAD to pick that one. I usually also hated doing anything alone, but something in me made me want to do this. I had the best time, met awesome people who inspired me to be a better person (I genuinely changed myself after this trip), just honestly made such a difference in my life. My friends had an awful time, they were on horrible shifts, through the night, doing dangerous work and had sleep deprivation, food was bad, just all round absolutely miserable! Definitely glad I trusted my gut on that one!
This is a story my dad told me. Shortly after I was born, my parents won a vacation to the Bahamas and while they were there they went to this beach, and in swimming distance there was a little island. He said that on the beach there was this really weird, twisted and unique tree. Well, while they’re there, my dad convinces my mom to try and swim over to the island. She’s reluctant at first but agrees and they start swimming. It’s not very deep, but too deep at some parts their feet don’t reach. They are really mostly wading. About halfway there, they get to a part that is just full of thick sea grass and my mom is immediately like “hell no, I’m not going through that”. My dad tries to convince her but she absolutely won’t go and so they swim back to the beach. About a week after they get back home, they’re watching the news and there was a guy from the same city in the same state as us (he was a dr or smth) who was on vacation in the Bahamas and passed away. They show on the news a picture of the beach, and in the picture is the same weird twisted tree and the same island that my mom and dad and went to. The guy died after he DID swim through the sea grass in an attempt to get to the island and was attacked and killed by tiger sharks ! Absolutely wild
I had a sort of similar experience to this, minus the confirmation by news part. I was swimming in a local river, people swim there all the time and the most dangerous thing you are likely to encounter is a snapping turtle. Well I swam up to a place along the shore that was up against a wall of bedrock and under some overhanging trees. It looked cool so I wanted to check it out, bit as I got closer the water got so cold, indicating it was deep, and after getting closer I became overwhelmed with the feeling that I needed to leave immediately. It was more of a physical compulsion than a thought or feeling. My brain was telling my muscles go swim closer and check out the cool thing, and my muscles just - refused. The only direction my body would let move was away from that cold, deep spot. Nothing bad happened, so I don't know if anything bad would have happened. But it was weird.
My mom took me to the library to print somethings for a homework assignment. After a few rounds to the printer and back she got us out of there. She explained in the car that every time I went to the printer, an old man was following a few feet behind me. He followed us out and stared us down as we were leaving. She called the library but I don't know what happened afterwards.
I lived in a small beach community as a teenager. We used to hang out at each others houses all the time and everyone walking home at night was a normal thing to do. One night I was walking home, a street I had walked countless times but this time, as I was about 10-15 meters from a little dark patch of the road my neck hairs stood up and felt a void in my stomach. A voice in my head said "RUN!". I hadn't seen or heard anything, but I started jogging anyway. Just as I was entering the dark spot I saw movement in the corner of my eye. I start running. A man emerged out of the shadows and I booked it turbo speed. I felt his hand miss me by literally nothing while saying "I finally got you". I was an athletic teenager thankfully and I was fast AF. Ran full speed all the way home. Mom and Stepdad went out looking for the dude with a shotgun. Didn't find him but he was a known criminal in the area and if he had managed to grab me I would have been 1000% SA'd, if not worse.
I've always watched him but have noticed he's become more and more sure of himself and at ease which definitely makes him good to listen to. He's way more charming and agreeable now that he's certain of his skills and confident with himself.
Whew! Storytime! Decades ago living in Newark, Deleware, I had two roommates. Two of us were in a band together, and two of them were best friends. We went to a party one night, ranch style house with a basement, loud music, people hanging out all over the place. The three of us had gotten separated, doing our own thing. I was in the basement, chilling and chatting, when R came down the stairs, walked straight up to me, and said, “We need to go. Now. We gotta find M and we gotta go. Now.” She was keeping her voice low and was looking me dead in the eyes. Something was serious. Ok, we go upstairs, find M, and we leave. Outside and walking our way back to our apartment, R told us “They’re having a Klan meeting downstairs.” Downstairs. Like, precisely where I had been. And I remembered a back room down there that people kept going into. Thank goodness for R (with her 6' blonde blue-eyed self) getting my Black @$$ and M (who was looking terribly chic that evening in his black eyeliner and my black skirt) TF out of there. Yeah, 1989 was wild.
The time a county cop stopped me for no reason on I-5 between Escondido and San Diego. He asked where I was from and where I was going. Being young and stupid I answered him. Happily, my answer was that I was on the way to say goodbye to friends and catch a flight home. He sighed and said "Well, have a safe trip," and walked back to his car to leave. I was thoroughly confused and mentioned the encounter to my friends. They frowned and said "This isn't the first time we've heard this story." I flew home and mostly forgot about it. Four years later I was watching 60 Minutes. They started a segment about a cop in SoCal who was stopping women, kidnapping and r@ping them. Then the picture came onscreen. Same guy.
Having a flight to catch probably saved you. Creeps can't snatch people up when they are expected home quickly. That's how creeps get caught! Glad you got home safe.
WATERY.CHOCOLATE.MILK. I have never laughed out loud SO HARD over a RUclips video. I personally don't like drinking yoo-hoos, but that is a beautiful way to describe them.
I walk home at night in the winter, i work night shift and dont drive. If your a night person you learn to know when your safe and when your not. You learn where the street lights are and what gas stations are open incase you need a spot to run to. You learn where the dangerous drivers tend to be and who else is usually around. It also helps that we tend to be sober when walking, i would not recommend even night people try to walk home drunk
I remember during my summer job, I was driving a white van with some older teens who were getting their first job experience. As we were driving along to our next location the car was beeping like mad, icon showing that one of the doors were open. No big deal, the side door was a slide to shut and almost always didn’t close properly unless you really used all your force. So I slowed our white van down, told the teen sitting closest to the door to give it another go, and- as they slide the side door open- there is a young child outside looking petrified. Somewhere out there I imagine he might someday tell a story like what’s in this video. Woops, sorry kid 😅
I don't know if this counts, but it was definitely a bad feeling, and I'm pretty sure it saved me and my dad. I am an onsite technician by trade, and at the time I was subcontractor that did a bunch of miscellaneous work (including network cabling and installs, in addition to repairs). My father is in the same line of work, and is indeed the one who trained me. Often times, he's call me in on one of his projects so that we could work together on a larger install, because heavy objects, long cable runs, and pretty much anything involving a lift usually requires a second tech. One night, I had the most vivid dream that we were in a white van on the way up north for a major cabling job. We're talking about the kind of job that basically pays for the week itself. We were of course joking around and kind of just taking in the sights, because neither of us had been to the Upper Peninsula before (in spite of me having live in Wisconsin for several years at this point). In the dream, I remember very vividly that we were passing a semi with an orange tank on the back (didn't catch the exact brand), and for whatever reason, its back end swerved into us. It basically pit manuevered us, sending us into a spin and causing us to run off of the hilly road we were on. The next thing I know, we're rolling down the hill in this van, and it sounds like Armageddon because there is a ladder and several boxes of cable just banging around in the back. The next thing I remember is broken glass, the jolt of us hitting something solid, and then waking up with a splitting headache and the taste of blood in my mouth. Now, I'm normally the kind of person to just write it off as a bad dream and be done with it. I have a lot of nightmares because anxiety, but this one just left me feeling like it was wrong on too many levels. Even though it didn't really make sense (because neither of us own a white van, and as I mentioned, we don't actually do work up in that area), I decided to give my dad a call as soon as the wife got me to calm down some. On the phone, I told him about my dream, and how I had a really weird feeling. I could still taste blood in my mouth, even though I'd checked and hadn't bitten my tongue or anything. He was silent for a little bit, and then said something to the effect of, "well, scratch that plan. We're not available tomorrow." When I called him, he was at a local U-Haul checking to see how much it would cost to rent a van. There was a ticket in the Upper Peninsula where the previous contractors backed out at the last minute, and a company up there was going to pay a premium to get some cables run asap. It would require a ladder and several boxes of cable, so we'd probably need a van or something in order to haul all of it up there, and that just made more sense than taking two vehicles. He was planning to call me from the U-Haul to check my availability, but I'd beaten him to it. Needless to say, we did not chance it.
I didnt have a feeling at all, my shirt saved me. I was around 11 in this story. Me and another friend went to this martil arts school which was right up the street from a cafe. It had a uniform that had a pair of black pants and a shirt that had multiple different variants, but we were both wearing a tye-dye rainbow shirt that said “blank Kung fu school blank academy” in big letters. Shirt stood out quite a bit. Anyway, me and my friend liked going to the cafe, but not crossing the parking lot entrances since it was pretty fast moving, so we would go through the back alleyway. That day we were going through the alleyway and a guy walked up. This was a pretty big alley and very used so not at all unusual. Guy slowed down when he saw us, and started reaching behind his back. Me and my friend gave each other “FUCK” looks and got ready to bolt screaming out heads off into the school where both our parents and a horde of other adults were training. The guy saw our shirts and stoped to read it, visibly reading. He pulled his hand away from the back and started walking very fast. We ran the whole way to the cafe and never used that alley again. Freaky still, several years later.
@@HopeIsADrug11037 He might’ve had some knowledge about belt ranks since i think we were both wearing ours, i was a green belt, my friend was a blue belt. (Rank goes white gold green blue brown black)
@@HopeIsADrug11037 Yeah! Especially with karate it changes from school to school. Ours is a traditional one so i think its the same ranks for most kung fu schools but not sure. I’ve hear that and a few others
I also believe it was a factor of being part of the school, not just knowing how to fight, that you wouldnt go so easily, even if there are 3 guys ganging up on an mma fighter, even though the mma fighter has close to no chance against 3 people, it's not gonna end well for the winners too
Once i was camping i got this gut wrenching feeling just before i was going to sleep. I felt that something bad was about to happen, so i put out the fire, grabbed my gun and went and hid in some bushes some 30 meters away from the tent. About 10 minutes later 3 dudes armed with knives and a shovel showed up looking for me, they searched the area but didn't find me. The adrenaline kick combined with the fear of getting ready to kill someone is beyond anything I've ever felt before or since. I felt like shit for days.
When I was in college I went to a park with a couple of friends in the middle of the night (stone sober, just bored) and we were about to walk down a trail when all three of us got a weird bad feeling at the same moment. We shared a couple glances and hurried back to the car without even discussing it. If I remember right, some instinct had us watching the trail, not just turning and running. Definitely walked, but quickly. Next day, we hear there was a cougar sighted in the area, which was extremely rare. Like unheard of for our area. To this day, I have never felt the same deep dread in the pit of my stomach, hyperawareness of every hair and movement of the wind.
the mother dreaming and feeling bad about shooting reminded me of that time me my mom and my stepfather were going to go out together, but right before leaving my mom had a really bad feeling on her stomach pushing her to lay down, she laid down and couldn't get off the couch, so my stepfather went alone and i stayed with my mom, a few minutes later my mom started to feel better and her ex, my dad, called her all desperate saying that her bf got into a car crash in front of the place he works
I had one of these experiences a couple weeks ago. I live in tornado alley and it also takes me 40-45 minutes to get from home to work vice versa. One day I'm at work and overheard 2 employees discuss that management approved the use of liberal leave. Liberal leave allows employees to leave work due to inclement weather conditions. My gut told me that I should use liberal leave and go home early before the weather gets bad. I finish all my tasks and tell my supervisor I am using liberal leave, supervisor authorizes it and I leave work about 2 and a half hours early. Sure enough I turn on the news to see that a tornado went right through the highway I take everyday and had I left at my normal time I would've been caught by the tornado. The next day as I am driving into work, I see the path the tornado took and that it completely destroyed a grain silo and someone's house. I hope whoever lived there was okay as their house was turned into rubble.
45:16 I’m effing sorry, OP’s mom isn’t mad that her daughter was nearly robbed and assaulted, but that she was called by the cops to pick up her daughter!? Wow, mother of the effing year
@@wolven777Depends entirely on the model car. Modern tinfoil cars are designed to total themselves and slow the driver down. Older cars get progressively tougher, and you end up getting hit by an 80kph dashboard.
My entire family was almost kidnapped into a human trafficking ring by a fake ambulance service back in the mid 2000s. They pulled up in a very old ambulance that clearly hadn't been in use for like 30 years and the drivers were wearing civilian clothing and didn't do any routine medical stuff and just wanted my mom to get in so they can get her to the hospital and tried to suggest that me and my grandmother should also ride in the back because it would be faster. she was creeped out so she said she was fine and would go to the walk in the next morning and they started getting aggressive until my moms friend who at the time open carried came by to check on us and after that the 2 men changed their tune and said fine if you don't want to go you don't have to and hurried off. My moms friend drove her to the hospital after that and we called 911 again to report the ambulance and apparently our first 911 call was never on record and the leading theory was that who ever ran this trafficking operation had hijacked the first 911 call. We were told by the detective that investigated this incident that if they were able to Hijack a 911 call then there's a chance this was a big trafficking ring that had connections to people in high places. Never got a follow up on the investigation so it mostly likely went cold or got closed.
That's why I am cautious ⚠️ about my surroundings and I don't trust anyone who I don't know personally 🤷. I tell my friends and family members to make sure that they locked up their doors and windows when they are home 🏡 alone. Call the police 🚔 officers immediately if they have any problems. Stay safe and healthy 🙏 💓. Listen to your inner voice 🙏 if you're nervous about any situation makes you feel uncomfortable leaving that situation is the best decision in your life.
Not me, but my aunt was on vacation 23 years ago, and the afternoon of her flight, she and her friend, who she was with, decided that they instead wanted to take a later flight for some reason. The flight she was supposed to be on was the one that crashed into the pentagon. Not exactly a “need to get out” feeling, but some sort of gut instinct that saved her and her friend’s life.
All it takes to dodge something bad is to let that tingle tell you no. Its one thing to feel nervous, or hesitant in banal circumstances, but its a very raw uncomfortable fear these feelings. Like a spike in your neck and gut. Listen to those
One time I was walking around my small neighborhood with a friend and a white van drove down the road and started slowing down next to us. My friend was next to me in a way where she wasn’t really visible from the road, but when the truck started slowing down, she looked around me to see why they were stopping. When the driver, who looked to be a guy in maybe his 30s, saw my friend he sped up again and drove away. We were convinced that if he would have done something if it had been only one of us.
This happened just yesterday for me. I was going shopping with my mother, and I noticed a older looking man walk behind us. No big deal. He might've needed curtians, or lamps. Didn't really care. But what bothered me was that he kept following us from isle, to isle, and every time I'd look back behind us, he'd look away quickly. I whispered to my mother about it, and she said to ignore him. Me though? I was going to make his presence known. I whipped my head around and stared at him till he walked to a diffrent isle. The whole time he followed us, I could tell he was staring. I saw him once more when checking out, but I didn't see him after that. My mother dosen't like confrontation, but I WILL confront you if you're being creepy, or if I feel uncomfortable. God Bless! Have a good day/night!
I’m often a true crime and missing person watcher, but this is the one video I had to pause because I was just getting so anxious about all these situations
My mom told me this. Her and her mom both separately got a sudden feeling of danger while walking down the same path, hours apart from each other. Both of them listened to that feeling and ran home. One of them brought it up and the other revealed that they had felt it too. Not long after that, they found out on the news that a woman had been killed on that exact area of the trail, around the same time they had been there. Probably just after. They both believed maybe they were being considered as potential victims by this predator. Unknown if this guy was ever caught or any specifics of the crime.
I have a story, buts its the opposite. A little backstory on my dad. He worked nights and often overtime. Sometimes waking up at 2 am and not getting home till 6pm, ate dinner, went to bed, and did it again. This is important to the story. My dad was retired at this point, getting old, sick, was wheelchair bound and weighed 300+ pounds. He never wanted to leave home, and certainly never wanted to stay out after 6pm. It was thanksgiving night, and he had came with us to a thanksgiving dinner at a friends house. We are all having a good time, enjoying thanksgiving dinner. 6pm rolls around, then 7, then 8. Finally, it was 11pm that night and we finally collectively decide to part from our friends house. When we returned to our house, it was half burnt down. There were firefighters everywhere. House was completely burnt to the ground by 5am. It was a long fight, and the firefighters lost sadly. After an investigation, it turned out our house had a gas leek behind the stove. We had just gotten new flooring put in, and the workers incorrectly hooked up our gas line. The house had filled with the gas before practically exploding. We had several pets that were found in the destroyed home. It was like they had fallen asleep before the fire was ever set. They were in their normal spots whenever someone left the house. Not panicking or hiding cause of the fire. The gas had put them all to sleep before the fire had ever started. If we had been home, we might've all died in that fire. Sadly we lost all but 1 of our dogs, our Collie, who had ran to the neighbors house and woke them before they called 911. We lived in the middle of no where, so him running to the neighbors house, and having them follow him to our house to find the fire is a miracle in and of itself. He's still alive, but hes getting old and might have to be put down soon. He's the bestest boy tho. Anyway, long story short. We survived, thanks to my dad not wanting to go home for once in his life. I believe God kept us there that day, otherwise none of us would've survived.
Heard a truck driver describe how it feels if your semi blows a tire. I believe his words were "It feels like being hit with the fist of god". Semi tires exploding have a lot of energy to distribute in a very short time. Don't be where it happens.
Rare case here: I’m a man and got roofied or something like in the first story, but by a woman. Went barhopping in Nashville and someone brought along a friend. She was a girl I went to high school with and was always super weird (might possibly have been mildly autistic, even. But she was a furry and shit, never showered or shaved body hair, etc.). Many times she would approach me being all flirtatious even though on a couple occasions I told her outright that I just wasn’t interested. Anyway fast forward to the barhopping 7 years later and she, of course, is excited to talk to me. I’m a prime example of people being totally different after high school so I figured the same probably happened to her. Because of this I was happy to catch up, see how she’d been, etc. Ya know, give it a shot, because she was never visually unattractive, just way, way weird. Things actually seem to be going alright and, from what I can tell, she’d grown to be a fine woman (at least I’d hope so because she was 24 where I was 21). After about 30-40 minutes I started feeling kind of off. I’m the type who has to be absolutely wrecked to start slurring and stuff as I’m quite coordinated, and I had been nursing, much like a wimp, the same 12 oz glass of jack I’d bought about an hour ago. I told my brother I felt way too off and had him drive me home after some intense convincing and I immediately went to sleep. I have insomnia and I didn’t wake up for 13 hours after that night. I knew something was up immediately. I didn’t even have to investigate; I woke up to a text telling me she got arrested because she was caught spiking another guy’s drink in the same bar shortly after we left. Might wonder how I found that info out so fast. Well, as soon as I looked up the jail booking records I contacted the jail and let them know that I was at the bar with her and had some shit happen to me and immediately went in to make a statement. She ended up getting 6 years with the possibility of parole
My mom had taken me, my brother and sister to a park where my sister’s swim team did their morning workouts. I was 11, my brother was 9 and we headed for the playground and started swinging.After a while three teenage boys walked up to us and started asking me questions, like did I have a boyfriend. My body had gone rogue, I looked about 15 and I got a lot of the wrong kind of attention. The 3 of them started grabbing at me and caught the chain, leaving me sitting right in front of them, unable to leave. My brother took off for the pool. The creepy teens started groping me and I was terrified. It was early and nobody else was around. Before they could drag me off somewhere my brother returned with my mom, so they ran off. So it wasn’t me knowing something was off, but my skinny little brother and his protective instinct. Thank God for him!
A lot of the stuff they use these days is out of your system by the time you're "with it" enough to realize what happened and think to take yourself to the hospital. That's why they use substances like that. It gives them plausible deniability and anyone you tell will just think you were being irresponsible (for drinking or smoking a bit of weed in the first place) and asking for it (either that it was your own fault it happened, or that a crime didn't happen you just regret it). The violent attacks are way less common and way more cut and dried. This is why the sociopaths that enjoy hurting people in that way use the methods they do. They get away with it more frequently and for a lot longer.
@@MorganMakesThings if you're requesting a thorough panel and WANT to find your positive results, a lot can be done to increase the odds of detection, and either way, if you've been poisoned, and you can still do things, point your bow to the hospital
I once had to stop to get gas late at night after work when I was maybe 17. There was another car parked two pumps over from me full of teenage boys and it gave me the jeebies. I quickly put the pump in and got back in my car and locked the door. A minute later one of them came over and knocked on my door so I barely cracked the window. He asked me for a light, I said I didn’t smoke, so he wondered back over to his buddies. I could hear them laughing and they still weren’t leaving despite being there before me. When my gas was done I sped through putting my cap back on before taking off.
So about story 18: The Stanley Cup final one. This took place in the 2011 playoff run. A thing to know about the 2 teams competing for the Stanley Cup in the final that year, they both have their own reputations, Vancouver Canucks had a reputation of not exactly being a great team and not often making it so far into the playoffs, and Boston Bruins had a reputation of being a rough team to go against, they literally had players on their team who were basically "enforcers" aka the guys more than willing to slam the opposing team into the boards, start fights etc . . . and they would do this repeatedly. This was also a home game for the Canucks so people were super hyped for a win and a big celebration, even the city was excited for a win as the big outdoor gatherings were city sanctioned events. When the Canucks unfortunately lost, they we good sports about it on the ice and did what was required of them, but the fans outside of the building, shit went crazy. The OP of that story said "people got a little rowdy" but that's not the full truth, it was a full on riot and that is not the character of our fans typically. Rumor has it that there were people in the crowd who were never there as fans but there to riot and wreck things regardless. The city has never as far as I know thrown a hockey related street party since then. Also useful to note, The Boston Bruins have now won the Stanley Cup a grand total of 6 times (The most any team has won the cup is 24 times by the Montreal Canadians), The Vancouver Canucks have won the cup a grand total of 0 times, they get close but they've never actually won it and to me this is why things went as crazy as they did, our fans are not used to our team winning or getting quite so far into the playoffs ever (this current playoff run they got to round 2 of 4 and then were eliminated by the Edmonton Oilers) and if you were to watch that game 7, it was a tense game to say the least, I remember watching it on TV back in the day and it was tense, then watching the news coverage about the riot after the fact.
My mother and her friends were driving on a winding mountain road a long time ago, when she had a really bad feeling and told them all they should turn around. They didn't listen to her. The feeling got worse. She urged them to turn around. They still continued. She finally said, "Stop the car! I'm getting out!" They did. They let her out on the side of the road. Up the road, they missed a turn, flew right off the side. All three of them died. Absolutely insane to me. My mom found out later that it was the same turn her dad had died on years before.
Stories like these always make me wonder what their last thoughts were before dying, if they thought about that warning, how they felt. How horrible, and another reason to always trust your gut no matter what anyone else says. I'm glad your mom listened
Any time someone mentions a large white van it makes me think of the one my family owned for years. Like it was literally one of those pedo vans. During the summer my parents taught vacation bible school and my dad would take out the back seats to lay down a large mattress and then go to the different neighborhoods where kids wanted to go to VBS but their parents didn't have a way to get them there. So imagine some large dude driving up to a crowd of kids and their parents, throwing open the sliding door to a mattress on the floor, and the parents eagerly helping their kids climb inside. We all thought it was fun to ride around like that but looking back it sounds sketchy as hell, also just really dangerous to have a dozen small children just chilling like that in a moving vehicle. The 90's were a wild time.
I have a good friend that has the opposite power. He has the power to always want to go somewhere right after the bad thing happens. We went to a gas station on a road trip to get gas but it was robbed 10 minutes ago and cops were everywhere. We went to a casino in Atlantic City and got there like 5 minutes after a stabbing on the boardwalk outside it. Those are the only ones I can think of off the top of my head but he has this happen more often than it should
52:50 The concern is that most people don't shout that unless there's someone they think is a nazi nearby and they're the sort to actually start a fight about it.
As a southerner and to answer the question of how does someone look “regularly rednecky”, half the time it’s obvious sunburns and unkempt hair, squinted eyes, if they have a beard it’s scraggled. Pretty easy to spot. There isn’t exactly a such thing as not your average one, maybe a bit better dressed I suppose
@@christinesizemore3Shorts, preferably in a light color. Mud-stained. Head on a swivel but pretending to vibe, _or_ relaxed and sneering. The latter is a warning sign.
There's Larry the Cable Guy rednecks, and then there's the kind like my friends and I encountered in high school. They followed the three of us in their pickup truck, and after I saw them the third time I knew it wasn't a coincidence. We were in a very small town on the outskirts of our slightly-less-small town visiting my guy friend's family. These (also teen, but slightly older) guys roll up on us at the edge of this construction zone, and call my friend a fa**ot (he was wearing eyeliner and black nail polish; standard goth stuff, plus a long skirt because whatever; he would do that sometimes to get a rise out of his dad), the other two of us took defensive positions, and the ringleader goes, "We don't care about you [slur for lesbians], we just want the [f-word]." Well, to hell with that. I don't like bullies. I hate bigots. I take a step forward and say, "If you want the [f-word] you're going to have to come through me!" and my other friend agrees. We both take positions in front of him. Then I lock eyes with the leader as I bend down and pick up a cinderblock from the pile. "Come on over here and get him if you want him so bad. Come a little closer. I'll put this through your skull or your windshield. Your choice." [Note: I used some extra choice expletives]. They yelled some more slurs at us, and then left. Well, we were in town for local festivities with my friend's family, but didn't really want to be out without backup anymore, so we went and picked up our big 6' tall (also goth) friend. We told him what happened, so he put on a long skirt and his trench coat. We returned to the downtown and didn't go wandering, but there these guys were, on foot. We weren't even 100 yards away from the main festival tent area and they started at it again. They yelled something, and our friend (I'll call him B) slowly turns around. He goes, "Oh, I heard about you guys. You have a problem with men who wear skirts, right?" He gestures down at himself and says, "I'm wearing a skirt," and I kid you not, a TIRE IRON slides smoothly out from up his sleeve, "Is that a problem?" The look of horror on these guys' faces when they saw that tire iron...I will relish it until the day I take my last breath. The leader just backed up and said, "No man, no problem." We all just laughed at them. So when I think of "not your average redneck" that is what I think of. Those guys.
You should do one of these videos on survivors of CPS. I guarantee there's probably stories on Reddit about the horrors of being in CPS custody. I know there's stories out there because I personally experienced some of them
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I was 18 with a 16 year old friend smoking weed in this outdoor dumpster room. An employee came in with some trash and, being me, I offered him a hit. He said no but his smile was cynical. My friend already had a bad feeling but I always give people the benefit of the doubt. He pointed behind the dumpster saying he found something cool. I peaked my head in and realized that that was the absolute perfect place to get SA'ed. I took my friend's hand and ran.
I once had a really strange feeling and couldn't help but beg my sister not to go to school one day. She didn't listen went anyway. Five minutes later, she calls us hysterical. She had just been struck in front of the bus stop by a speeding car. It was a hit-and-run, and they never found the driver. It was early 2000s. I knew something had happened to my dad the moment he got into a severe car crash due to heavy rain in another state. I also knew the moment my great-grandmother, mother, and stepmother died the moment it happened. My mom, I could see, was recently diagnosed with cancer and went downhill fast. The other two had no signs they were even sick. There are so many other strange incidents, but overall, my family does not question my instincts. If i ask them not to do something or go somewhere, they usually listen.
I grew up in a town with really bad crime. At least 1 person goes missing every week, and seeing another body get discovered is a regular occurrence. Last year I had been helping a friend of mine renovate her house, and after about 12 hours of ripping out carpet and sanding shelves and painting, I decided to go home. It was about 12:30 am. On the way, I was driving through a residential area near my apartment where there was an elementary school and a private high school. As I got closer to the schools, I saw a woman standing in the middle of the street trying to wave me down. Normally, I'm not this stupid, but I was so tired that I wasn't thinking straight and my first instinct was "she needs help, I should slow down". My next immediate thought was "what if she's trying to tell me about something in the road, like fireworks?" (Idk why my brain went to fireworks, but to be fair people regularly set of fireworks in the middle of the street year round, and if you happen to drive up to them most people won't tell you that you are about to drive over a lit firework). I look ahead and in my lane, trying to cut off my exit were 2 guys in all black, hoods up in a ready stance (self defense term for feet shoulder width apart, arms ready to throw a punch). I realized that I was about to get mugged or kidnapped, so I immediately slammed the gas pedal and just gunned it. As I passed her, the lady tried to reach for my door handle, and the guys jumped out of my way. There was a car behind me that I thought was also part of their plan, but after driving for a mile we both stopped at a light and had a moment together of "was that what I think it was?!" When I got home I called the cops and let them know, but I am so glad I had that really stupid thought about fireworks. I have a million other stories from living in that town, but I now happily live far, far away and am very happy here :)
About fifteen years ago, I was super into the rave scene but one time, I went to this rave & the vibes were just off. I had traveled three hours to get there & paid good money for my ticket & for my outfit & party favors but after about an hour, I convinced my friends we needed to get outta there. Shortly after we left, there was a shooting. So fucking thankful we left when we did. My friends always listened to my gut instincts after that. It saved us from another violent attack (knife) at a house party later on too.
I got one about a random van at a park at night. TLDR: Being creepy beyond all reason can be a flex at times. This is a bit long as I remember it well, so thanks ahead of time if you read it though. I was out one night nearing midnight , riding on my bike playing a gps based video game. I was riding past the local park and noticed a mini van (looked like an astro van but the passenger seats in the back were either missing or laid flat out of view) with two ladies in it. One looked to be a rough twenties or tired thirty, the other middle aged. One of them said something but I had headphones in and figured they were talking to one another. Mind you I am a pretty... Unique looking guy that tend to unnerve most just via existing, it gets worse when I try to put people at ease. So I left them to their conversation, but since I listen to my headphones on low I noticed they were calling out to me. They asked me in Spanish if I needed work. I know enough Spanish to understand it but not enough to speak it. I told them no ,thank you though in English back. They then asked me in English, and I said no thank you. I continued riding to the corner of the park where I paused for a game checkpoint. They drove up and stopped as they turned the corner, still in the street. One of them now getting out of the van walking towards me. "Come on you need money, we have a job". At this point I am thinking if they want quality they need to go to Home Depot before dawn not the park at midnight. We have a human trafficking problem here. Not just sex work, you could end up forced to work on a farm in the middle of nowhere or similar as well. So while I looked calm, my hackles were definitely up. I knew the location well here, there was a dog park behind me is a cage I can see through and the edges are in my peripheral, so I know no one is behind me. Part of why I picked the place to stop when I ride at night. The park has cameras(would only be useful after the fact though) . There are enough trees, light posts and other stuff that would make it hard for a van to cut through if they chased me. At this point I just began to smile, kinda amused. While and am not bulletproof, nor to do I carry a firearm or intentional try make people uneasy. I was bullied a lot as a kid and knew how to end fights or at the least make it not worth the cost of winning. That seems to show even later in life. Sadly people sometimes cross the street to avoid walking past me. As well as hear the tell tale "thunk" as people see me and remember their car doors are unlocked at traffic lights as I wait to cross. Everyone thinks the Addams family looks cool until a unusual non-wealthy goth moves into their area I guess. So them walking up to me in the dark at night is hilarious, and potentially dangerous for all parties involved. My smile got bigger as appeared to still be glancing between her and my phone as if I was unconcerned, (was actually just keeping aware of all that was around me not just in front). As I looked up at her almost warmly giving her my full attention, thinking approaching strangers at night and inviting them into your vehicle is a bad idea no matter who you are. She suddenly got an odd look, that said she no longer wanted the creepy smiling guy in the van with her. She backed up not taking her eyes off me till inside and they sped off. I knew I had to get by butt out of there quickly. Took a long route home to make sure I was not followed and dropped a tip to the local PD non-emergency number shortly after. Telling them what happened, the time , and location. The park was free of cars parked around it for some time after. I did feel a bit bad as people living in their cars often parked there but I would feel worse hearing their were a bunch of disappearances.
There is also a unique sound that an 18 wheeler tire tread has when it is coming loose. I have been behind an 18 wheeler on 2 occasions and instead of the steady hum, I heard an uneven thumping sound, so I moved to another lane, and on both occasions, within a minute I saw in my rearview the tread flying off the wheel. I make it a point to avoid following 18 wheelers closely.
First time I've watched one of your videos, and you're quite good! Very relaxing to listen to while I'm doing leatherwork, and one of the few channels that doesn't have an AI reading stories. 10 stars 😆👍
On a weekend away at a seaside town with my cousin, who never refuses a fight or to call out a troublemaker. After being at the nightclub drinking we were walking down the promenade on the way back to our accommodation, and stopped to watch the ocean and just chat for a while (chill vacation). There were a couple of separate groups of guys a small distance away and I got a bad feeling about them. I said to my cousin that I think trouble is brewing and he agreed we might as well head back to our accommodation. The next morning there were police cars all over the promenade. Turns out a massive brawl broke out and a guy got stabbed. Sure glad we left when we did.
44:00 My family has stayed in Gainesville, Georgia the past few years for vacation and enjoyed being a drivable distance to Atlanta. Hearing this story is chilling because I loved staying there, the Botanical Garden was one of my favorite places to visit
May 22, 2011 on vacation traveling from ST. Louis, Missouri to Texas. I woke up early in the morning to a voice saying " leave now!" I wake my husband up and we left the hotel driving on I44 we stopped in joplin, Missouri. The clouds were puffy and the sun was out. We left and we get to Tulsa when I heard of the tornado in Joplin. That voice (God) saved our lives.
Gotta say its a breath of fresh air when i hear an ACTUAL person reading these. Especially one as charismatic as this one. 36:50 and apparently can sing! (I know its only like 2 seconds but the way he hit that note? Come on)
Had one years ago when my family was on a roadtrip in Colorado. We were staying at a ski resort and on the second morning we got a news report that snow was coming in and my parents asked if we wanted to stay and do some snow tubing for an hour before we left. My sister and I just went “NO WE NEED TO GO NOW” and so we did. We drove straight home (with pit stops for gas and food) for 15 hours and we were ahead of a freak blizzard by a few minutes the whole time
It is really amazing what the body is able to do when adrenaline hits the nervous system and fight/flight mode is loaded. Just a bit of advice. If you feel you are being followed head back into the store. The more people around you the less likely the other person (s) will be to complete their nefarious plan. Also it is safer to not lead people to your vehicle. Last but not least, if you are in your vehicle and think you are being followed head to the nearest Police Station.
I got a little story here. It was far less dramatic, it wasn't out of -spidysense- instincts that made me leave and escape trouble, but I'd still like to share, cuz it was pretty funny It was 2 years back in class some time after dismissal where a bunch of my friends were playing Stumble Guys (like a knockoff Fall-Guys) at the back of our classroom on our phones. My school has an extremely strict rule on gaming in school compounds yet nobody ever abides by the rules. So I was part of those people gaming when my classmate came over and basically forced me to get out of the classroom to have a meeting with a teacher for a school project work we're doing that time. I reluctantly left and returned 15 minutes later, only to see a huge bunch of my classmates & the people gaming looking extremely worried and gossiping to each other. It's not hard to guess by this point-RIGHT after I left the classroom for compulsory work, a teacher walked pass the classroom and caught everyone red-handed, including some model students gaming too. Everybody who was gaming was punished severely and our form teacher was pratically screaming at us the next day about phone usage in school-everyone except me. Fortunately enough, nobody was so much of a jerk to snitch on me because I was the only one who got away, so that's pretty sweet.
one time on my way home via the school bus, it started to gently rain. After we dropped one person i just sat between the next person and the door. The teacher after like 10 seconds told me to move, so I did. later during the ride, it started to rain hailstones. we got on with the ride and one of the urban routes to my place was barred off by a whole tree. we watched it fall. We turned around and followed through a different route. A tree literally fell on a car directly in front of us if I hadn't just sat between the door and that guy, we probably would have died
My response to m&m-sized hailstones during late spring, I was on a bicycle: *"Hahahaha...* of course, just as we're about to- ow. Okay, ow. Ow-ow-ow...hnngh.." And then we all hightail it to the central station hall. Warm-weather hail _stings,_ even on baby mode.
My "WE NEED TO GET OUT" moment: (Not really a LIFE SAVING thing, just a WE NEED TO GET OUT moment.) (More like my dads, but yk.) Me and my friends are beginners in abandoned house exploring, and there was a huge mansion next to my cousins house. Had an elevator shaft, and it all just got abandoned. Birds on the floor, floors unfinished, graffiti on the walls, a fridge, and a whole boat. There had to have been 30 or 50 worth of metal rods in the garage alone. So much money wasted. Suddenly, my father yelled "WE NEED TO GET OUT, *NOW.* " I ran downstairs, out the garage door, since it was the only unlocked place. I genuinely got lost, because of how big the house was. I nearly fell down the elevator shaft. Turns out the whole place was infected with black mold.
2 cartel members came up to the creek me and my family were swimming in, werent swimming, and one of them had underwear. my mom said, lets go guys we gotta get started on dinner. i didnt grasp the situation and asked for five minutes. my brother yelled at me (my name) get the fuck out. and we got out. by the time i got out they started pacily walking toward us, and they looked like they were gonna confront us. we fucking booked it out of there. my mom had the gut feeling of "we need to leave now" and i will forever trust her because of that
23:10. I just wanna say: I hear you man, these are not for people with a faint of heart. Thank you for doing it, can't imagine how many sleepless nights this gives you.
This video reminded me of an incident that happened many years ago. When I was 16, a friend and I were invited to a wedding that was only a mile from my house and we decided to leave the adults to their 80's music and head to my place to catch up. On the evening walk to my home a SUV passed us, not weird, but then it passed us again...slower. Then again.. even slower. We went through a wall of bushes and watched as the SUV came back again at barely a crawl looking for us and it felt like forever before it gave up and left. After we felt safe enough, we ran like bats outta hell the rest of the way.
When I was eleven and about to go down a steep hill on my scooter my body kept tingling and I felt like I should go on the longer, less steep hill. I decided to go down the steep hill and the next thing I knew I was in the ER.
One of my cousins was doing a lot of marathon training, and he fell sick not long before the fateful Boston Marathon. He still had a gut feeling, but it was a stomach bug that saved his life.
I grew up in the woods. I went for a walk and headed down a path that was in deeper shade, it was a hot day. When I heard a whistle like sound to my right that was answered ahead to the left, I flew out of there. I knew that it wasn’t a bird! I reported it to local police and they said that some very mentally I’ll homeless people were encamped there that summer.
This happened just this past may, around memorial day in the us, my state had multiple tornaodoes spin through, its summer/spring and its "dixie alley" what you gonna do? Well, my dog turned terrified of thunderstorms again after an incident this past winter which i fully accept blame for. I had the dog inside in my moms room, trying to not doze off. Ive been keeping an eye on the weather the 2 weeks before incase it changed or got worse. Ive turned into a bit of a light sleeper taking care of my dad when he was still alive, good thing too i guess. I heard something hit the roof of the house, still not sure if it was hail or a large tree branch crashing down. I jumped up immediately and got my shoes and our important items (documents, money and such) and ran outside to across the driveway to my grandparents house. Being in the south, we like to sit outside and watch the storms, my cousin was doing just that. We managed to get to the car port and as we (me and dog) stepped on the steps, a large oak tree fell just behind us and crashed into the garage. We missed it by 5 minutes. If it fell the other way and give or take 50-200ft, we would been either dead or crushed. Im the "unofficial weather watcher" in my family because of shit like this over the years lol.
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Fun fact: if the woods ever go quiet, get a gun or yourself out.
Birds and other animals know humans aren't usually a threat so make noise around us. Only time its quiet for no reason is if there's a predator in the area.
Im a ranch manager and the first time this happened, a mountain lion attacked a horse. Another time was a junky who was wondering the woods and screamed like a banshee when he noticed me from the other side of a lake. Pretty sure the mountain lion didn't go near as i was using a lawn mower most of the day and the junky didnt pull anything because i just shouted that i had a rifle on me.
Pretty sure the reason why the forest going quiet gets a reaction out of us is cause some old instinct knows that sh@@s about to go down and is screaming at us
I listen to a lot of horror stories, but aint nothing scared me as much as this has. Fuck, I'm gonna need therapy.
@@FairyLadyQuelaag the mountain story is a bit of a trip. Actually posted it on my channel because it includes a little cover up. As for the junky, they're just weird like that. I've seen one of those fuckers full on sprint on all 4s before
True, usually because birds who usually call out and fill the silence go quiet so they don’t get eaten.
This happens in my area, and most likely in other areas as it’s a survival instinct. Don’t eat me alive if I’m wrong. 😅
Yeah I can tell when the falcons're out and about even in my part of a big city because the pigeons and other birds in the tree behind our place will be oppressively silent.
When you're in the woods, the silence usually means everything is hiding from... Something.
That’s why we find birdsong so soothing - it means that everything is probably safe.
True - although that something could also be you.
Which is most likely you, you are fear, you are terror.
… the Fermi paradox! Kinda?
45:26 wtf kind of mother leaves their kid to take a *BUS, ALONE, ON PAINKILLERS, AFTER SURGERY WITH ANESTHESIA?!?!?!* I swear sometimes these stories make me question how we survived as a species with people like that as parents...
& the mother wasn't even concerned that her daughter was nearly mugged & assaulted! 😳
The mother was mad the police called her! What the F, Mom!
Yikes. 😱🥺
Shit mothers.
When I came out of anesthesia I was very alert, I was also still being worked on lol so while I don't know what it's like to suffer from the aftermath, I'd NEVER leave anyone alone, to get home on their own after surgery. It's normal for people to come out foggy, confused, sometimes even unable to walk.
We survived because the kids are at least smart enough to run or fight back, luckily. Parents can be stupid, that’s why you make sure to only rely on them sometimes once you get stronger
People really misunderstand the meaning of "a grain of salt."
When kids tell you they saw a van with a man hanging out looking around, don't assume their mind is playing tricks on them. Yes, maybe they're wrong. You should take it in stride if so, because of course, MAYBE they're wrong. But if not, you end up with stories like story 21. If you feel suspicious of something, especially so if a kid is suspicious of something so dangerous as abduction, treat it seriously until there's plentiful evidence to prove otherwise.
Proper caution is cheaper than a lost child.
That was nuts the mum not believing them! I can't imagine not taking someone seriously over something that important!
Seriously! That poor little neighbor girl……
I was at an event once and there were these two guys there and we were party-hopping. I knew a lot of the organizers, so I was chatting everyone up. We hung out a bit and swapped numbers, but one of the guys was watching me just a little too closely, and it irked me. I ultimately dipped out, as I was actually there hoping to see someone I was into. The next day, a friend called me to tell me that a mutual acquaintance of ours had been drugged, SA'd and robbed, and described him to me, figuring that I might have seen him since I had been making the rounds to all the parties. It was the creepy guy out of the two who I had been hanging out with. Near as I can figure in hindsight, he was watching to see if I'd put my drink down or take my hand off it. I passed his real name and details on so the cops could find him and she could press charges. I don't know what happened after that.
The human race has only survived for so long because it is good at sensing danger. Most important skill you need is to be able to act on your sense of danger and leave the group even if it seems like it would give you negative status with them.
Absolutely. That feeling saved me multiple times, once when I was small, I had a feeling I needed to look everywhere when walking to my school bus stop. A kid in my trailer park went missing that day, a kidnapping. My instincts were on point
@@lovelysakurapetalsyt wow
I have good timing, not good instinct. I'm paranoid so I'm usually the first to notice something wrong when I'm with a group. There was a couple of times but one that stuck out to me was having a panic attack in the middle of Orlando when my bf at the time took his brothers and cousin on to rip ride rocket. I had sworn off roller coasters the previous year (opening day of Wizarding World) so I just agreed to babysit all the bags. Suddenly I get dizzy, run to the restroom to maybe be sick. I stop in front of the doors like I just got scared. A security guard asks me what's wrong. I tell her I don't know but I don't feel good but I don't feel sick anymore. She gives me a bottle of water and says I might be having heat exhaustion (the waiting area for the coaster doesn't have shade) and leads me to a bench where I'm crying and hyperventilating. She asks if I need medical, I told her no, just a panic attack but I really feel like something is wrong. But hey, panic attack, I'll be okay. She nods and tells me she'd return to her post but if I need her, just raise my hand with a thumbs down.
Bf and fam come off the coaster laughing and joking so I'm thinking, yep just random panic attack, when this butthead goes "Yeah, I almost fell out of the roller coaster!"
Apparently due to his size at the time his harness never fully clicked shut but the operator didn't have time to secure it a third time before the coaster took off. That mans was holding his body in the ride with the sheer strength of his effing legs the whole time😬
@@NOHTenma omg. Same I don't trust the human factor anymore in those rides. Last time friends mocked me, a month later someone died a horrible death out of one of those...
Translation: humans r smart
The one where they were taken by 3 large men into some sketchy basement had me wonder why they didn't already run when they were led into an alley. Like this is so obvious that something nefarious is going to happen, why go inside, down the stairs and THEN decide to run. The men clearly were walking in that order to stop you from escaping. That's terrifying
What sister hotel would be in the basement as well
I assume you never had your intuition tell you that someone is bad news before.
Knowing you feel bad and actually risking to insult or confront the situation are two different things. And if you're shy, intimidated or socially awkward it is even worse. I really wish you never get into that situation, because if you lack that empathy, there is a chance you will lack that intuition.
@@RiesenWuschel In a situation where a bad gut feeling is saying you're in danger, not getting out ASAP could be just as deadly as being quiet and hoping things don't escalate. The passive-aggressiveness in your comment is WILDLY misplaced...
@@anobody4606 I consider blaming people for not being used to confronting dangerous situations or people is damaging. I'm in the police and it took me years until I could confidently argue my position and act immediately and still I get stunted by new situations at times. But a bunch of teenagers are stupid for wanting to believe that another person is decent after growing up in safety and security?
Exactly what I was thinking. They have the survival instincts of a deer
hitting a concrete wall going 80 is pretty much a death sentence
Only in one territory of my country is 80 mph acceptable.
Hitting a MOOSE going 80 is pretty much a death sentence. Guys are like brick walls. FR
@@Kat-ge2jf workout goals right there
The use of "was" tells me he didnt make it
they said rock wall which where i live is just a pile of rocks about a foot tall that farmers used to mark landlines back in the 1600’s.
A small story of mine was when I was in a mental health institution for let's just say, not being nice to myself. A girl twice my size and I didn't get along too well. I am very non confrontational, and you won't see me in a physical fight unless I absolutely need to defend myself. We were both in the rec room and I was playing some just dance. She was mad because her time ended and it was my turn to have a go at it. The staff left the room for a few minutes for some dumb reason and I kept feeling her eyes boring into me. Half way through the song I had the feeling that I needed to get to the ground fast. No sooner did my chest hit the floor, a chair hit the TV I was dancing infront of. If I didn't drop to the floor, the chair would have hit me instead. She got a day in the quiet room for that.
Wow, a whole day?! Gee, how safe for you! /s it sounds like she needed more than that for your safety alone!
@KitKat10281 it wasn't just my safety. She had similar outbursts with other patients. I'm assuming she went to a different facility that was better equipped to deal with more aggressive people. She just disappeared one day. She was pulled out of the group, and I never saw her again.
@@fastwolf1565 I'm glad, for everyone's safety, and I hope she got the help she so desperately needed
i didn’t even know gut feelings could tell you to dodge something, that was some real spidey sense right there
I experienced almost the same twice. Once in a mental hospital i was sleeping and woke up feeling watched. I panicked and jumped out of bed and my roomate jumped right where i was sleeping and peed all over the bed and took a dump. Nurses said she was coming off crack.
Other time i was just a kid reading a book on a pillow in the middle of the room. It was a slumber party and the other girls were getting wild. Suddenly i felt something invisible throw me across the room. The girls saw it too. Next thing a heavy glass light globe fell right where i was sitting from the ceiling. To this day i think it was a guardian angel. The other girls thought a ghost.
"....one of the many, many reasons i dont exercise" 😂
Yeah right 😂
@@monke3216it wasnt before but now it is
I had to pause the video at that point that's such a wild sentence to end the story off on. Like I understand but brooo lol
That would be my reason now.
I read this comment the second that he read out that line. What are the chances lol
Man the guy in the truck helping with the coyote was a twist. Glad they are ok
I used to take the bus all the time. One night I got some weird vibes from a guy sitting a couple rows down from me, he kept looking at me and I noticed he specifically payed attention when someone called for a stop and every time the bus stopped. A few stops before mine I pretended to get ready to go, put my phone in my purse, sat up straight, I pulled the stop chord and made myself look like I was getting off. When the bus stopped I watched him get off, and as the bus drove off he stared at me through the window. I shiver to think what he would've done if I had gotten off with him.
That's scary as fuck, glad you're okay.
@@AnthonyTrejo-lo3cz same here
Smart as fuck! Good for you! 🖤
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Brilliant!
I was (attempting) to learn how to drive. I took a turn going too fast into the oncoming lane. No one was on the road but I had this intense feeling of "get off the road now!", so instead of trying to correct myself I drove into a ditch. This giant truck appeared out of no where and before my back wheel was even off the road he blew straight past us. If I'd tried to correct myself we would've gotten T-boned and myself and my friends would've died. Dude was going like 80 in a residential and was not slowing down.
😱😮
Final Destination
Glad you managed to dodge Truck-kun
Here's my own story
I was 20 years old, working at a photo studio inside my local Walmart and dependent on the bus line. It was around the holidays so the studio was staying open later than usual, plus I had a bit of shopping to do afterwards so I had to take the bus home around 11 pm. The 15 minute bus ride home was uneventful, I pulled the bell to alert my stop and exited with my bags. Hardly anyone ever boards or exits at this stop as it's a very small town, and no one else stands to exit. When I get to the crosswalk a fair distance from the stop, I see the bus finally leaving and one of the other passengers had gotten off and is walking my direction. No big deal, there's a bar next to the crosswalk so I figure he's going there and continue across the street. I do take notice that he's average height, overweight, wearing a dark jacket and a ball cap pulled low to obscure his face. My apartment building is on this street that curves around, a sense told me to look behind me and when I did I see that the guy had crossed the street and was following behind. A little concerned I pick up my pace slightly, then peek over my shoulder, he has also picked up his pace and is slowly closing the gap. I pick up my pace again and can hear him do the same. I'm approaching the street near my complex which is pitch black as there aren't street lights for this section and I know that's where it's going to go down. I lower all my shopping bags into my hands so I can drop them and get prepared to kick off my flats so I can book it. I'm internally panicking a bit hoping I can outrun him, meanwhile still hearing his quickening pace behind me. Just as I'm approaching, I hear my name being called out from the darkness and I see my husband pushing our infant daughter in her stroller come out of the darkness and with so much relief I could choke I jogged up to them and shakily said "oh hi! I didn't expect you to meet me out here." (The walk from the bus stop is only a few blocks). I turned to check on the guy and saw him turn down a dead end street with only 3 or 4 houses on it. My husband said he just had this urge to come meet me at the stop, something he hadn't done before, something just told him to do it. As we walked (in the pitch black area of the street where the guy wouldn't have been able to see us), I turned to look again and saw him walking back toward the main road/bar/bus stop. That's when I started really hyperventilating because I knew, without a doubt that he was stalking me and had intended to attack me somehow. My awareness and my husband's instincts most likely saved me that night.
I hope your husband now meets you at the bus stop!
Nice! It's refreshing to hear a man have spot on intuition. Happy for your safety!
@@ConcealedCarriedmy husband has that. Weird story: we went to a local Applebee's for lunch before he had to go to work. My stomach started to bother me. He tried to call me, but I couldn't pick up. I called his cell phone and the pay phone they used to have in the building. One of his co-workers picked up and said he went home bc I wasn't feeling well. I was stunned. When he got home I told him I was trying to get him and that the other guy said I wasn't feeling well. He said he had a feeling about that. I was stunned.
For those confused about dreams.
It’s actually scientifically sound that they’re prophetic to a degree. To put it simply, our subconscious is rooted in the patterns we ignore but memorize.
Those patterns emerge in the wishy washy dream state our subconscious puts us through. So you can absolutely predict the near future or possible future events just by passively absorbing that inevitability about to happen
It's also not filtered by self-delusion.
It is however, semi-random shuffled files, so consider it abput as reliable as ChatGPT.
It's more likely just confirmation bias. I have had hundreds of nightmares about bad things happening. The nightmares I remember most are the ones that real life ends up mirroring later. Such has having a nightmare that I get a car accident a day or two before I actually DO get in a car accident. As opposed to all the other nights I have nightmares about it. Likewise for other catastrophes and embarrassments large and small.
That's my guess for the gut feeling thing. You subconsciously pick up on tiny red flags you don't actively notice, like how someone talks a certain way or where someone's eyes are. If your brain decides it's sketchy, the gut feeling happens.
It’s called Deja vu. I used to get that a lot.
Back in late 80s, I was scheduled to open at McDonald's. I was supposed to be in at 5 AM. As I was reaching for my car door, something told me "Don't go to work yet." I went back inside and sat on the couch for 10 minutes. At the same time, my co worker Liz was on her way to work and realized she forgot her hat, so she turned around and went home. Liz and I arrived at the same time, albeit late. Just as we pulled in, another car was pealing out. We got to the door, and the opening manager was sitting there in tears. She opened the door and literally collapsed in my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Another girl was sitting there, white as a sheet. It turns out that when the manager and other girl arrived, three guys jumped out from behind the bushes and put a gun to their head. They forced the manager to the office to get all the money. She never had the chance to lock the door. Liz and I were due any minute. Robber told her, "if anyone else shows up, all of you are dead." Manager gave him all the money in the safe and gave it to them. Remember the car pealing out when Liz and I got there? That was them!
So not only did your gut feeling save you, it saved your coworkers!
Oh wow. Where at?
@@niles8102 Davie, Florida.
@@sharonrinkiewicz3940 I am shocked. I used to live in Davie Florida, but this was years after. I think I know the McD that you were at. The one on Davie Road, the old-style building that was by the Burger king and Wendies.
@@smsff7 That was our sister store. I worked at the one on 441 and Griffin. We were always getting robbed. I think our store got robbed about ten times before the owner decided to finally install an alarm system in.
17:25 that guy had a full Final Destination premonition
That’s what I thought of as well, also dying by fence posts in your trunk going through your car cause you get rear ended is such a Final Destination way to die lol
28:53 was more Final Destination like
Glad I'm not the only one who thought that. Let me tell you, FD2 was probably one of the most effective horror movies of all time. It was fun at the time, but to this day I am scared of logging trucks and free-rolling water bottles. Just hell no.
I've done the opposite. I was leaving a bar with a group of friends and we were going down an escalator. We were grouped up and chatting, not walking, and not all on one side (in general you're supposed to stick to the right side if you're not walking on escalators so people who are walking can pass). A guy came up behind us and yelled at us for blocking the path and I said something along the lines of "we're like 5 seconds from the bottom, calm down." He then said he had a knife and I burst out laughing at how ridiculous of a comment that was. We got to the bottom of the escalator and he just walked away, but being drunk definitely leads to doing stupid things.
Here's a nice one to help you all with the trauma:
I needed to arrange a tall ship sailing trip for a program I was doing. My 3 other friends on the program picked one company and I just had an instinctual urge to go with this other boat (a lot less fancy looking tgan theirs, much less exciting trip and much cheaper/closer to home). I really couldn't explain it, but I absolutely HAD to pick that one. I usually also hated doing anything alone, but something in me made me want to do this.
I had the best time, met awesome people who inspired me to be a better person (I genuinely changed myself after this trip), just honestly made such a difference in my life.
My friends had an awful time, they were on horrible shifts, through the night, doing dangerous work and had sleep deprivation, food was bad, just all round absolutely miserable!
Definitely glad I trusted my gut on that one!
This is a story my dad told me. Shortly after I was born, my parents won a vacation to the Bahamas and while they were there they went to this beach, and in swimming distance there was a little island. He said that on the beach there was this really weird, twisted and unique tree. Well, while they’re there, my dad convinces my mom to try and swim over to the island. She’s reluctant at first but agrees and they start swimming. It’s not very deep, but too deep at some parts their feet don’t reach. They are really mostly wading. About halfway there, they get to a part that is just full of thick sea grass and my mom is immediately like “hell no, I’m not going through that”. My dad tries to convince her but she absolutely won’t go and so they swim back to the beach. About a week after they get back home, they’re watching the news and there was a guy from the same city in the same state as us (he was a dr or smth) who was on vacation in the Bahamas and passed away. They show on the news a picture of the beach, and in the picture is the same weird twisted tree and the same island that my mom and dad and went to. The guy died after he DID swim through the sea grass in an attempt to get to the island and was attacked and killed by tiger sharks ! Absolutely wild
I had a sort of similar experience to this, minus the confirmation by news part. I was swimming in a local river, people swim there all the time and the most dangerous thing you are likely to encounter is a snapping turtle. Well I swam up to a place along the shore that was up against a wall of bedrock and under some overhanging trees. It looked cool so I wanted to check it out, bit as I got closer the water got so cold, indicating it was deep, and after getting closer I became overwhelmed with the feeling that I needed to leave immediately. It was more of a physical compulsion than a thought or feeling. My brain was telling my muscles go swim closer and check out the cool thing, and my muscles just - refused. The only direction my body would let move was away from that cold, deep spot. Nothing bad happened, so I don't know if anything bad would have happened. But it was weird.
My mom took me to the library to print somethings for a homework assignment. After a few rounds to the printer and back she got us out of there. She explained in the car that every time I went to the printer, an old man was following a few feet behind me. He followed us out and stared us down as we were leaving. She called the library but I don't know what happened afterwards.
Simply surviving childhood can be a major accomplishment.
I lived in a small beach community as a teenager. We used to hang out at each others houses all the time and everyone walking home at night was a normal thing to do. One night I was walking home, a street I had walked countless times but this time, as I was about 10-15 meters from a little dark patch of the road my neck hairs stood up and felt a void in my stomach. A voice in my head said "RUN!". I hadn't seen or heard anything, but I started jogging anyway. Just as I was entering the dark spot I saw movement in the corner of my eye. I start running. A man emerged out of the shadows and I booked it turbo speed. I felt his hand miss me by literally nothing while saying "I finally got you". I was an athletic teenager thankfully and I was fast AF. Ran full speed all the way home. Mom and Stepdad went out looking for the dude with a shotgun. Didn't find him but he was a known criminal in the area and if he had managed to grab me I would have been 1000% SA'd, if not worse.
Glad you sped sprinted and booked your self out of reach of that creep, good on you bud.
the word "finally" raises concern to me, it implies he might have been following you for awhile, maybe even stalking
This new guy has grown on me, used to just watch the ones with the usual narrator but now I’m watching all of these
I've always watched him but have noticed he's become more and more sure of himself and at ease which definitely makes him good to listen to. He's way more charming and agreeable now that he's certain of his skills and confident with himself.
Same, I love the comments he adds at the end. It feels like the videos are even more relatable. This is my favorite “Reddit story reading” channel
Wait, new listener here. I am confused. Is there 2 different guys who narrate here, or the original guy, except he sounds much better now?
@@ConcealedCarried There’s two narrators
@@LisaVGG thank you!
Whew! Storytime!
Decades ago living in Newark, Deleware, I had two roommates. Two of us were in a band together, and two of them were best friends. We went to a party one night, ranch style house with a basement, loud music, people hanging out all over the place.
The three of us had gotten separated, doing our own thing. I was in the basement, chilling and chatting, when R came down the stairs, walked straight up to me, and said, “We need to go. Now. We gotta find M and we gotta go. Now.” She was keeping her voice low and was looking me dead in the eyes. Something was serious.
Ok, we go upstairs, find M, and we leave. Outside and walking our way back to our apartment, R told us “They’re having a Klan meeting downstairs.”
Downstairs. Like, precisely where I had been. And I remembered a back room down there that people kept going into.
Thank goodness for R (with her 6' blonde blue-eyed self) getting my Black @$$ and M (who was looking terribly chic that evening in his black eyeliner and my black skirt) TF out of there.
Yeah, 1989 was wild.
Today I learned that there’s a Newark in Delaware. I’m NJ born and raised so i didn’t know 😂
@@TheLadyGrey Yep, the University of Delaware (or Delaware University?) is there. We lived in apartments behind the university. Good times 🙌🏼
@@tntaylor101 I’m an idiot, I have TWO friends who attend that school
@@TheLadyGrey 😂😂😆
Wow, I didn't know the KKK was in Delaware! Thank goodness your friend got you guys out of there.
The time a county cop stopped me for no reason on I-5 between Escondido and San Diego. He asked where I was from and where I was going. Being young and stupid I answered him. Happily, my answer was that I was on the way to say goodbye to friends and catch a flight home. He sighed and said "Well, have a safe trip," and walked back to his car to leave. I was thoroughly confused and mentioned the encounter to my friends. They frowned and said "This isn't the first time we've heard this story." I flew home and mostly forgot about it.
Four years later I was watching 60 Minutes. They started a segment about a cop in SoCal who was stopping women, kidnapping and r@ping them. Then the picture came onscreen.
Same guy.
Having a flight to catch probably saved you. Creeps can't snatch people up when they are expected home quickly. That's how creeps get caught! Glad you got home safe.
WATERY.CHOCOLATE.MILK. I have never laughed out loud SO HARD over a RUclips video. I personally don't like drinking yoo-hoos, but that is a beautiful way to describe them.
LOL, I speak German and understood "UHU", which is the name of a glue
@@ayla6854
I'd say "Uhu" is the name of a specific kind of owl and the glue would come to my mind after that.
@@Lampe2020 Funnily enough, it was the othrr way around for me😅
@@ayla6854
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@@Lampe2020 True ;-)
I walk home at night in the winter, i work night shift and dont drive. If your a night person you learn to know when your safe and when your not. You learn where the street lights are and what gas stations are open incase you need a spot to run to. You learn where the dangerous drivers tend to be and who else is usually around. It also helps that we tend to be sober when walking, i would not recommend even night people try to walk home drunk
I remember during my summer job, I was driving a white van with some older teens who were getting their first job experience. As we were driving along to our next location the car was beeping like mad, icon showing that one of the doors were open. No big deal, the side door was a slide to shut and almost always didn’t close properly unless you really used all your force. So I slowed our white van down, told the teen sitting closest to the door to give it another go, and- as they slide the side door open- there is a young child outside looking petrified. Somewhere out there I imagine he might someday tell a story like what’s in this video. Woops, sorry kid 😅
I don't know if this counts, but it was definitely a bad feeling, and I'm pretty sure it saved me and my dad. I am an onsite technician by trade, and at the time I was subcontractor that did a bunch of miscellaneous work (including network cabling and installs, in addition to repairs). My father is in the same line of work, and is indeed the one who trained me. Often times, he's call me in on one of his projects so that we could work together on a larger install, because heavy objects, long cable runs, and pretty much anything involving a lift usually requires a second tech.
One night, I had the most vivid dream that we were in a white van on the way up north for a major cabling job. We're talking about the kind of job that basically pays for the week itself. We were of course joking around and kind of just taking in the sights, because neither of us had been to the Upper Peninsula before (in spite of me having live in Wisconsin for several years at this point). In the dream, I remember very vividly that we were passing a semi with an orange tank on the back (didn't catch the exact brand), and for whatever reason, its back end swerved into us. It basically pit manuevered us, sending us into a spin and causing us to run off of the hilly road we were on. The next thing I know, we're rolling down the hill in this van, and it sounds like Armageddon because there is a ladder and several boxes of cable just banging around in the back. The next thing I remember is broken glass, the jolt of us hitting something solid, and then waking up with a splitting headache and the taste of blood in my mouth.
Now, I'm normally the kind of person to just write it off as a bad dream and be done with it. I have a lot of nightmares because anxiety, but this one just left me feeling like it was wrong on too many levels. Even though it didn't really make sense (because neither of us own a white van, and as I mentioned, we don't actually do work up in that area), I decided to give my dad a call as soon as the wife got me to calm down some. On the phone, I told him about my dream, and how I had a really weird feeling. I could still taste blood in my mouth, even though I'd checked and hadn't bitten my tongue or anything. He was silent for a little bit, and then said something to the effect of, "well, scratch that plan. We're not available tomorrow."
When I called him, he was at a local U-Haul checking to see how much it would cost to rent a van. There was a ticket in the Upper Peninsula where the previous contractors backed out at the last minute, and a company up there was going to pay a premium to get some cables run asap. It would require a ladder and several boxes of cable, so we'd probably need a van or something in order to haul all of it up there, and that just made more sense than taking two vehicles. He was planning to call me from the U-Haul to check my availability, but I'd beaten him to it.
Needless to say, we did not chance it.
I didnt have a feeling at all, my shirt saved me. I was around 11 in this story. Me and another friend went to this martil arts school which was right up the street from a cafe. It had a uniform that had a pair of black pants and a shirt that had multiple different variants, but we were both wearing a tye-dye rainbow shirt that said “blank Kung fu school blank academy” in big letters. Shirt stood out quite a bit. Anyway, me and my friend liked going to the cafe, but not crossing the parking lot entrances since it was pretty fast moving, so we would go through the back alleyway. That day we were going through the alleyway and a guy walked up. This was a pretty big alley and very used so not at all unusual. Guy slowed down when he saw us, and started reaching behind his back. Me and my friend gave each other “FUCK” looks and got ready to bolt screaming out heads off into the school where both our parents and a horde of other adults were training. The guy saw our shirts and stoped to read it, visibly reading. He pulled his hand away from the back and started walking very fast. We ran the whole way to the cafe and never used that alley again. Freaky still, several years later.
its kinda funny that he saw kung-fu and went "oh shit" LMAO but thats really freaky, glad you two are okay
@@HopeIsADrug11037 He might’ve had some knowledge about belt ranks since i think we were both wearing ours, i was a green belt, my friend was a blue belt. (Rank goes white gold green blue brown black)
@@EllieZ4444 oh thats interesting! i used to do karate, it went white, yellow, orange, green, blue, purple, brown, black :D
@@HopeIsADrug11037 Yeah! Especially with karate it changes from school to school. Ours is a traditional one so i think its the same ranks for most kung fu schools but not sure. I’ve hear that and a few others
I also believe it was a factor of being part of the school, not just knowing how to fight, that you wouldnt go so easily, even if there are 3 guys ganging up on an mma fighter, even though the mma fighter has close to no chance against 3 people, it's not gonna end well for the winners too
So my medically diagnosed anxiety can save me and I won't know if it will save me or not. This fills me with even more anxiety...
This is the comment I was looking for lmaoooo
I comfort myself with the thought that it has probably saved me more times than I know x
They call it "anxiety disorder", I call it "survival instinct on steroids" 😎
I can relate.
ABSOFRIGGINLUTELY ❤️ this narrator & his voice/tone/style/etc 💯‼️💯‼️💯‼️
PLEASE make sure to feature him more!!!
Once i was camping i got this gut wrenching feeling just before i was going to sleep. I felt that something bad was about to happen, so i put out the fire, grabbed my gun and went and hid in some bushes some 30 meters away from the tent. About 10 minutes later 3 dudes armed with knives and a shovel showed up looking for me, they searched the area but didn't find me. The adrenaline kick combined with the fear of getting ready to kill someone is beyond anything I've ever felt before or since. I felt like shit for days.
An actual person reading this stuff is so nice
(The wild narrators are coming back)
Nature is healing ❤❤❤
When I was in college I went to a park with a couple of friends in the middle of the night (stone sober, just bored) and we were about to walk down a trail when all three of us got a weird bad feeling at the same moment. We shared a couple glances and hurried back to the car without even discussing it. If I remember right, some instinct had us watching the trail, not just turning and running. Definitely walked, but quickly. Next day, we hear there was a cougar sighted in the area, which was extremely rare. Like unheard of for our area. To this day, I have never felt the same deep dread in the pit of my stomach, hyperawareness of every hair and movement of the wind.
Maybe while you didn't really notice the silence fully, you somehow senced it was too quiet.
@@nyanya2757 possibly. I have also heard that some predators produce a really low frequency that humans can sense even if we can't hear it.
the mother dreaming and feeling bad about shooting reminded me of that time me my mom and my stepfather were going to go out together, but right before leaving my mom had a really bad feeling on her stomach pushing her to lay down, she laid down and couldn't get off the couch, so my stepfather went alone and i stayed with my mom, a few minutes later my mom started to feel better and her ex, my dad, called her all desperate saying that her bf got into a car crash in front of the place he works
I had one of these experiences a couple weeks ago. I live in tornado alley and it also takes me 40-45 minutes to get from home to work vice versa. One day I'm at work and overheard 2 employees discuss that management approved the use of liberal leave. Liberal leave allows employees to leave work due to inclement weather conditions. My gut told me that I should use liberal leave and go home early before the weather gets bad. I finish all my tasks and tell my supervisor I am using liberal leave, supervisor authorizes it and I leave work about 2 and a half hours early. Sure enough I turn on the news to see that a tornado went right through the highway I take everyday and had I left at my normal time I would've been caught by the tornado. The next day as I am driving into work, I see the path the tornado took and that it completely destroyed a grain silo and someone's house. I hope whoever lived there was okay as their house was turned into rubble.
45:16 I’m effing sorry, OP’s mom isn’t mad that her daughter was nearly robbed and assaulted, but that she was called by the cops to pick up her daughter!? Wow, mother of the effing year
80 miles an hour into brick wall?! He died
yeah, this
There's a reason why 80 mph is illegal in my home country outside of one territory; and we take speeding seriously.
could be 80kph since he said driving age was 18 , still pretty dead tho
@@SpectreBGM80kph there is a chance he's still alive, but damaged for life
@@wolven777Depends entirely on the model car.
Modern tinfoil cars are designed to total themselves and slow the driver down.
Older cars get progressively tougher, and you end up getting hit by an 80kph dashboard.
My entire family was almost kidnapped into a human trafficking ring by a fake ambulance service back in the mid 2000s. They pulled up in a very old ambulance that clearly hadn't been in use for like 30 years and the drivers were wearing civilian clothing and didn't do any routine medical stuff and just wanted my mom to get in so they can get her to the hospital and tried to suggest that me and my grandmother should also ride in the back because it would be faster. she was creeped out so she said she was fine and would go to the walk in the next morning and they started getting aggressive until my moms friend who at the time open carried came by to check on us and after that the 2 men changed their tune and said fine if you don't want to go you don't have to and hurried off. My moms friend drove her to the hospital after that and we called 911 again to report the ambulance and apparently our first 911 call was never on record and the leading theory was that who ever ran this trafficking operation had hijacked the first 911 call. We were told by the detective that investigated this incident that if they were able to Hijack a 911 call then there's a chance this was a big trafficking ring that had connections to people in high places. Never got a follow up on the investigation so it mostly likely went cold or got closed.
the 3 masked men in suits pulling up to your door at 3am in 3 years: 🗿🗿🗿🗿
This narrator is so much funnier and his deeper voice makes listening easier. 🖤
That's why I am cautious ⚠️ about my surroundings and I don't trust anyone who I don't know personally 🤷. I tell my friends and family members to make sure that they locked up their doors and windows when they are home 🏡 alone. Call the police 🚔 officers immediately if they have any problems. Stay safe and healthy 🙏 💓. Listen to your inner voice 🙏 if you're nervous about any situation makes you feel uncomfortable leaving that situation is the best decision in your life.
Not me, but my aunt was on vacation 23 years ago, and the afternoon of her flight, she and her friend, who she was with, decided that they instead wanted to take a later flight for some reason. The flight she was supposed to be on was the one that crashed into the pentagon. Not exactly a “need to get out” feeling, but some sort of gut instinct that saved her and her friend’s life.
Or blind luck.
That's damned lucky.
I love how he locks in everytime he goes to another story, talking normal then *story 45* like the tone is so different and I love it.
I love the different voices for the different characters of the stories. Really lightens up the mood of what is otherwise unpleasant to hear about tbh
All it takes to dodge something bad is to let that tingle tell you no.
Its one thing to feel nervous, or hesitant in banal circumstances, but its a very raw uncomfortable fear these feelings. Like a spike in your neck and gut. Listen to those
One time I was walking around my small neighborhood with a friend and a white van drove down the road and started slowing down next to us. My friend was next to me in a way where she wasn’t really visible from the road, but when the truck started slowing down, she looked around me to see why they were stopping. When the driver, who looked to be a guy in maybe his 30s, saw my friend he sped up again and drove away. We were convinced that if he would have done something if it had been only one of us.
This happened just yesterday for me.
I was going shopping with my mother, and I noticed a older looking man walk behind us. No big deal. He might've needed curtians, or lamps. Didn't really care. But what bothered me was that he kept following us from isle, to isle, and every time I'd look back behind us, he'd look away quickly. I whispered to my mother about it, and she said to ignore him. Me though? I was going to make his presence known. I whipped my head around and stared at him till he walked to a diffrent isle. The whole time he followed us, I could tell he was staring. I saw him once more when checking out, but I didn't see him after that. My mother dosen't like confrontation, but I WILL confront you if you're being creepy, or if I feel uncomfortable.
God Bless! Have a good day/night!
I’m often a true crime and missing person watcher, but this is the one video I had to pause because I was just getting so anxious about all these situations
Always listen to that little voice in your head that tells you something isn’t right.!
Dude with the scrap metal in the back of his car that got into a fender bender had what i like to call a “Final Destination Moment” .
36:52 Lmao this is why I love this channel, love the random singing😂
My mom told me this. Her and her mom both separately got a sudden feeling of danger while walking down the same path, hours apart from each other. Both of them listened to that feeling and ran home. One of them brought it up and the other revealed that they had felt it too. Not long after that, they found out on the news that a woman had been killed on that exact area of the trail, around the same time they had been there. Probably just after. They both believed maybe they were being considered as potential victims by this predator. Unknown if this guy was ever caught or any specifics of the crime.
I have a story, buts its the opposite.
A little backstory on my dad. He worked nights and often overtime. Sometimes waking up at 2 am and not getting home till 6pm, ate dinner, went to bed, and did it again. This is important to the story.
My dad was retired at this point, getting old, sick, was wheelchair bound and weighed 300+ pounds. He never wanted to leave home, and certainly never wanted to stay out after 6pm. It was thanksgiving night, and he had came with us to a thanksgiving dinner at a friends house.
We are all having a good time, enjoying thanksgiving dinner. 6pm rolls around, then 7, then 8. Finally, it was 11pm that night and we finally collectively decide to part from our friends house.
When we returned to our house, it was half burnt down. There were firefighters everywhere. House was completely burnt to the ground by 5am. It was a long fight, and the firefighters lost sadly.
After an investigation, it turned out our house had a gas leek behind the stove. We had just gotten new flooring put in, and the workers incorrectly hooked up our gas line.
The house had filled with the gas before practically exploding. We had several pets that were found in the destroyed home. It was like they had fallen asleep before the fire was ever set. They were in their normal spots whenever someone left the house. Not panicking or hiding cause of the fire.
The gas had put them all to sleep before the fire had ever started.
If we had been home, we might've all died in that fire. Sadly we lost all but 1 of our dogs, our Collie, who had ran to the neighbors house and woke them before they called 911. We lived in the middle of no where, so him running to the neighbors house, and having them follow him to our house to find the fire is a miracle in and of itself. He's still alive, but hes getting old and might have to be put down soon. He's the bestest boy tho.
Anyway, long story short. We survived, thanks to my dad not wanting to go home for once in his life. I believe God kept us there that day, otherwise none of us would've survived.
Heard a truck driver describe how it feels if your semi blows a tire. I believe his words were "It feels like being hit with the fist of god". Semi tires exploding have a lot of energy to distribute in a very short time. Don't be where it happens.
Rare case here: I’m a man and got roofied or something like in the first story, but by a woman. Went barhopping in Nashville and someone brought along a friend. She was a girl I went to high school with and was always super weird (might possibly have been mildly autistic, even. But she was a furry and shit, never showered or shaved body hair, etc.). Many times she would approach me being all flirtatious even though on a couple occasions I told her outright that I just wasn’t interested. Anyway fast forward to the barhopping 7 years later and she, of course, is excited to talk to me. I’m a prime example of people being totally different after high school so I figured the same probably happened to her. Because of this I was happy to catch up, see how she’d been, etc. Ya know, give it a shot, because she was never visually unattractive, just way, way weird. Things actually seem to be going alright and, from what I can tell, she’d grown to be a fine woman (at least I’d hope so because she was 24 where I was 21). After about 30-40 minutes I started feeling kind of off. I’m the type who has to be absolutely wrecked to start slurring and stuff as I’m quite coordinated, and I had been nursing, much like a wimp, the same 12 oz glass of jack I’d bought about an hour ago. I told my brother I felt way too off and had him drive me home after some intense convincing and I immediately went to sleep. I have insomnia and I didn’t wake up for 13 hours after that night. I knew something was up immediately. I didn’t even have to investigate; I woke up to a text telling me she got arrested because she was caught spiking another guy’s drink in the same bar shortly after we left. Might wonder how I found that info out so fast. Well, as soon as I looked up the jail booking records I contacted the jail and let them know that I was at the bar with her and had some shit happen to me and immediately went in to make a statement. She ended up getting 6 years with the possibility of parole
Love the singing dude 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂
My mom had taken me,
my brother and sister to a park where my sister’s swim team did their morning workouts. I was 11, my brother was 9 and we headed for the playground and started swinging.After a while three teenage boys walked up to us and started asking me questions, like did I have a boyfriend. My body had gone rogue, I looked about 15 and I got a lot of the wrong kind of attention. The 3 of them started grabbing at me and caught the chain, leaving me sitting right in front of them, unable to leave. My brother took off for the pool. The creepy teens started groping me and I was terrified. It was early and nobody else was around. Before they could drag me off somewhere my brother returned with my mom, so they ran off. So it wasn’t me knowing something was off, but my skinny little brother and his protective instinct. Thank God for him!
Love this narrators voice. Please bring him back!
Go HOSPITAL! If you've been drugged, go the hospital
A lot of the stuff they use these days is out of your system by the time you're "with it" enough to realize what happened and think to take yourself to the hospital. That's why they use substances like that. It gives them plausible deniability and anyone you tell will just think you were being irresponsible (for drinking or smoking a bit of weed in the first place) and asking for it (either that it was your own fault it happened, or that a crime didn't happen you just regret it). The violent attacks are way less common and way more cut and dried. This is why the sociopaths that enjoy hurting people in that way use the methods they do. They get away with it more frequently and for a lot longer.
@@MorganMakesThings if you're requesting a thorough panel and WANT to find your positive results, a lot can be done to increase the odds of detection, and either way, if you've been poisoned, and you can still do things, point your bow to the hospital
I once had to stop to get gas late at night after work when I was maybe 17. There was another car parked two pumps over from me full of teenage boys and it gave me the jeebies. I quickly put the pump in and got back in my car and locked the door. A minute later one of them came over and knocked on my door so I barely cracked the window. He asked me for a light, I said I didn’t smoke, so he wondered back over to his buddies. I could hear them laughing and they still weren’t leaving despite being there before me. When my gas was done I sped through putting my cap back on before taking off.
So about story 18: The Stanley Cup final one. This took place in the 2011 playoff run. A thing to know about the 2 teams competing for the Stanley Cup in the final that year, they both have their own reputations, Vancouver Canucks had a reputation of not exactly being a great team and not often making it so far into the playoffs, and Boston Bruins had a reputation of being a rough team to go against, they literally had players on their team who were basically "enforcers" aka the guys more than willing to slam the opposing team into the boards, start fights etc . . . and they would do this repeatedly. This was also a home game for the Canucks so people were super hyped for a win and a big celebration, even the city was excited for a win as the big outdoor gatherings were city sanctioned events. When the Canucks unfortunately lost, they we good sports about it on the ice and did what was required of them, but the fans outside of the building, shit went crazy. The OP of that story said "people got a little rowdy" but that's not the full truth, it was a full on riot and that is not the character of our fans typically. Rumor has it that there were people in the crowd who were never there as fans but there to riot and wreck things regardless. The city has never as far as I know thrown a hockey related street party since then. Also useful to note, The Boston Bruins have now won the Stanley Cup a grand total of 6 times (The most any team has won the cup is 24 times by the Montreal Canadians), The Vancouver Canucks have won the cup a grand total of 0 times, they get close but they've never actually won it and to me this is why things went as crazy as they did, our fans are not used to our team winning or getting quite so far into the playoffs ever (this current playoff run they got to round 2 of 4 and then were eliminated by the Edmonton Oilers) and if you were to watch that game 7, it was a tense game to say the least, I remember watching it on TV back in the day and it was tense, then watching the news coverage about the riot after the fact.
My mother and her friends were driving on a winding mountain road a long time ago, when she had a really bad feeling and told them all they should turn around. They didn't listen to her. The feeling got worse. She urged them to turn around. They still continued. She finally said, "Stop the car! I'm getting out!" They did. They let her out on the side of the road. Up the road, they missed a turn, flew right off the side. All three of them died. Absolutely insane to me. My mom found out later that it was the same turn her dad had died on years before.
Wowwwwwwwww
Stories like these always make me wonder what their last thoughts were before dying, if they thought about that warning, how they felt. How horrible, and another reason to always trust your gut no matter what anyone else says. I'm glad your mom listened
Any time someone mentions a large white van it makes me think of the one my family owned for years. Like it was literally one of those pedo vans. During the summer my parents taught vacation bible school and my dad would take out the back seats to lay down a large mattress and then go to the different neighborhoods where kids wanted to go to VBS but their parents didn't have a way to get them there. So imagine some large dude driving up to a crowd of kids and their parents, throwing open the sliding door to a mattress on the floor, and the parents eagerly helping their kids climb inside. We all thought it was fun to ride around like that but looking back it sounds sketchy as hell, also just really dangerous to have a dozen small children just chilling like that in a moving vehicle. The 90's were a wild time.
I have a good friend that has the opposite power. He has the power to always want to go somewhere right after the bad thing happens. We went to a gas station on a road trip to get gas but it was robbed 10 minutes ago and cops were everywhere. We went to a casino in Atlantic City and got there like 5 minutes after a stabbing on the boardwalk outside it. Those are the only ones I can think of off the top of my head but he has this happen more often than it should
What a time to take a walk on the boardwalk.
52:50 The concern is that most people don't shout that unless there's someone they think is a nazi nearby and they're the sort to actually start a fight about it.
As a southerner and to answer the question of how does someone look “regularly rednecky”, half the time it’s obvious sunburns and unkempt hair, squinted eyes, if they have a beard it’s scraggled. Pretty easy to spot. There isn’t exactly a such thing as not your average one, maybe a bit better dressed I suppose
bonus points for trucker hat, camo, a raggedy tank or tee with optional unbuttoned shirt over it...
@@christinesizemore3Shorts, preferably in a light color. Mud-stained. Head on a swivel but pretending to vibe, _or_ relaxed and sneering. The latter is a warning sign.
There's Larry the Cable Guy rednecks, and then there's the kind like my friends and I encountered in high school. They followed the three of us in their pickup truck, and after I saw them the third time I knew it wasn't a coincidence. We were in a very small town on the outskirts of our slightly-less-small town visiting my guy friend's family. These (also teen, but slightly older) guys roll up on us at the edge of this construction zone, and call my friend a fa**ot (he was wearing eyeliner and black nail polish; standard goth stuff, plus a long skirt because whatever; he would do that sometimes to get a rise out of his dad), the other two of us took defensive positions, and the ringleader goes, "We don't care about you [slur for lesbians], we just want the [f-word]." Well, to hell with that. I don't like bullies. I hate bigots. I take a step forward and say, "If you want the [f-word] you're going to have to come through me!" and my other friend agrees. We both take positions in front of him. Then I lock eyes with the leader as I bend down and pick up a cinderblock from the pile. "Come on over here and get him if you want him so bad. Come a little closer. I'll put this through your skull or your windshield. Your choice." [Note: I used some extra choice expletives]. They yelled some more slurs at us, and then left. Well, we were in town for local festivities with my friend's family, but didn't really want to be out without backup anymore, so we went and picked up our big 6' tall (also goth) friend. We told him what happened, so he put on a long skirt and his trench coat. We returned to the downtown and didn't go wandering, but there these guys were, on foot. We weren't even 100 yards away from the main festival tent area and they started at it again. They yelled something, and our friend (I'll call him B) slowly turns around. He goes, "Oh, I heard about you guys. You have a problem with men who wear skirts, right?" He gestures down at himself and says, "I'm wearing a skirt," and I kid you not, a TIRE IRON slides smoothly out from up his sleeve, "Is that a problem?" The look of horror on these guys' faces when they saw that tire iron...I will relish it until the day I take my last breath. The leader just backed up and said, "No man, no problem." We all just laughed at them. So when I think of "not your average redneck" that is what I think of. Those guys.
I love your voice! You're hilarious!!!😂
You should do one of these videos on survivors of CPS. I guarantee there's probably stories on Reddit about the horrors of being in CPS custody. I know there's stories out there because I personally experienced some of them
Always a good time when undersparked or really sparked uploads also congratulations on 100k subs your growing vary fast rightfully so cuz this is the best Reddit video I’ve seen and I almost only watch Reddit videos 90% of wich are yours 😂😂
Good job on being first
@@OrionTheHunter098 thanks
I was 18 with a 16 year old friend smoking weed in this outdoor dumpster room. An employee came in with some trash and, being me, I offered him a hit. He said no but his smile was cynical. My friend already had a bad feeling but I always give people the benefit of the doubt. He pointed behind the dumpster saying he found something cool. I peaked my head in and realized that that was the absolute perfect place to get SA'ed. I took my friend's hand and ran.
I once had a really strange feeling and couldn't help but beg my sister not to go to school one day. She didn't listen went anyway. Five minutes later, she calls us hysterical. She had just been struck in front of the bus stop by a speeding car. It was a hit-and-run, and they never found the driver. It was early 2000s. I knew something had happened to my dad the moment he got into a severe car crash due to heavy rain in another state. I also knew the moment my great-grandmother, mother, and stepmother died the moment it happened. My mom, I could see, was recently diagnosed with cancer and went downhill fast. The other two had no signs they were even sick. There are so many other strange incidents, but overall, my family does not question my instincts. If i ask them not to do something or go somewhere, they usually listen.
I grew up in a town with really bad crime. At least 1 person goes missing every week, and seeing another body get discovered is a regular occurrence. Last year I had been helping a friend of mine renovate her house, and after about 12 hours of ripping out carpet and sanding shelves and painting, I decided to go home. It was about 12:30 am. On the way, I was driving through a residential area near my apartment where there was an elementary school and a private high school. As I got closer to the schools, I saw a woman standing in the middle of the street trying to wave me down. Normally, I'm not this stupid, but I was so tired that I wasn't thinking straight and my first instinct was "she needs help, I should slow down". My next immediate thought was "what if she's trying to tell me about something in the road, like fireworks?" (Idk why my brain went to fireworks, but to be fair people regularly set of fireworks in the middle of the street year round, and if you happen to drive up to them most people won't tell you that you are about to drive over a lit firework). I look ahead and in my lane, trying to cut off my exit were 2 guys in all black, hoods up in a ready stance (self defense term for feet shoulder width apart, arms ready to throw a punch). I realized that I was about to get mugged or kidnapped, so I immediately slammed the gas pedal and just gunned it. As I passed her, the lady tried to reach for my door handle, and the guys jumped out of my way. There was a car behind me that I thought was also part of their plan, but after driving for a mile we both stopped at a light and had a moment together of "was that what I think it was?!"
When I got home I called the cops and let them know, but I am so glad I had that really stupid thought about fireworks. I have a million other stories from living in that town, but I now happily live far, far away and am very happy here :)
About fifteen years ago, I was super into the rave scene but one time, I went to this rave & the vibes were just off. I had traveled three hours to get there & paid good money for my ticket & for my outfit & party favors but after about an hour, I convinced my friends we needed to get outta there. Shortly after we left, there was a shooting. So fucking thankful we left when we did. My friends always listened to my gut instincts after that. It saved us from another violent attack (knife) at a house party later on too.
some of these people have instincts that border on precognition, holy shit
I got one about a random van at a park at night.
TLDR: Being creepy beyond all reason can be a flex at times.
This is a bit long as I remember it well, so thanks ahead of time if you read it though.
I was out one night nearing midnight , riding on my bike playing a gps based video game. I was riding past the local park and noticed a mini van (looked like an astro van but the passenger seats in the back were either missing or laid flat out of view) with two ladies in it.
One looked to be a rough twenties or tired thirty, the other middle aged. One of them said something but I had headphones in and figured they were talking to one another.
Mind you I am a pretty... Unique looking guy that tend to unnerve most just via existing, it gets worse when I try to put people at ease. So I left them to their conversation, but since I listen to my headphones on low I noticed they were calling out to me.
They asked me in Spanish if I needed work. I know enough Spanish to understand it but not enough to speak it. I told them no ,thank you though in English back. They then asked me in English, and I said no thank you. I continued riding to the corner of the park where I paused for a game checkpoint.
They drove up and stopped as they turned the corner, still in the street. One of them now getting out of the van walking towards me.
"Come on you need money, we have a job". At this point I am thinking if they want quality they need to go to Home Depot before dawn not the park at midnight. We have a human trafficking problem here. Not just sex work, you could end up forced to work on a farm in the middle of nowhere or similar as well. So while I looked calm, my hackles were definitely up.
I knew the location well here, there was a dog park behind me is a cage I can see through and the edges are in my peripheral, so I know no one is behind me. Part of why I picked the place to stop when I ride at night. The park has cameras(would only be useful after the fact though) . There are enough trees, light posts and other stuff that would make it hard for a van to cut through if they chased me.
At this point I just began to smile, kinda amused. While and am not bulletproof, nor to do I carry a firearm or intentional try make people uneasy. I was bullied a lot as a kid and knew how to end fights or at the least make it not worth the cost of winning. That seems to show even later in life. Sadly people sometimes cross the street to avoid walking past me. As well as hear the tell tale "thunk" as people see me and remember their car doors are unlocked at traffic lights as I wait to cross.
Everyone thinks the Addams family looks cool until a unusual non-wealthy goth moves into their area I guess.
So them walking up to me in the dark at night is hilarious, and potentially dangerous for all parties involved.
My smile got bigger as appeared to still be glancing between her and my phone as if I was unconcerned, (was actually just keeping aware of all that was around me not just in front).
As I looked up at her almost warmly giving her my full attention, thinking approaching strangers at night and inviting them into your vehicle is a bad idea no matter who you are.
She suddenly got an odd look, that said she no longer wanted the creepy smiling guy in the van with her. She backed up not taking her eyes off me till inside and they sped off.
I knew I had to get by butt out of there quickly. Took a long route home to make sure I was not followed and dropped a tip to the local PD non-emergency number shortly after. Telling them what happened, the time , and location.
The park was free of cars parked around it for some time after.
I did feel a bit bad as people living in their cars often parked there but I would feel worse hearing their were a bunch of disappearances.
There is also a unique sound that an 18 wheeler tire tread has when it is coming loose. I have been behind an 18 wheeler on 2 occasions and instead of the steady hum, I heard an uneven thumping sound, so I moved to another lane, and on both occasions, within a minute I saw in my rearview the tread flying off the wheel. I make it a point to avoid following 18 wheelers closely.
First time I've watched one of your videos, and you're quite good! Very relaxing to listen to while I'm doing leatherwork, and one of the few channels that doesn't have an AI reading stories. 10 stars 😆👍
On a weekend away at a seaside town with my cousin, who never refuses a fight or to call out a troublemaker. After being at the nightclub drinking we were walking down the promenade on the way back to our accommodation, and stopped to watch the ocean and just chat for a while (chill vacation). There were a couple of separate groups of guys a small distance away and I got a bad feeling about them. I said to my cousin that I think trouble is brewing and he agreed we might as well head back to our accommodation.
The next morning there were police cars all over the promenade. Turns out a massive brawl broke out and a guy got stabbed. Sure glad we left when we did.
44:00 My family has stayed in Gainesville, Georgia the past few years for vacation and enjoyed being a drivable distance to Atlanta. Hearing this story is chilling because I loved staying there, the Botanical Garden was one of my favorite places to visit
May 22, 2011 on vacation traveling from ST. Louis, Missouri to Texas. I woke up early in the morning to a voice saying " leave now!" I wake my husband up and we left the hotel driving on I44 we stopped in joplin, Missouri. The clouds were puffy and the sun was out. We left and we get to Tulsa when I heard of the tornado in Joplin. That voice (God) saved our lives.
Gotta say its a breath of fresh air when i hear an ACTUAL person reading these. Especially one as charismatic as this one. 36:50 and apparently can sing! (I know its only like 2 seconds but the way he hit that note? Come on)
Had one years ago when my family was on a roadtrip in Colorado. We were staying at a ski resort and on the second morning we got a news report that snow was coming in and my parents asked if we wanted to stay and do some snow tubing for an hour before we left. My sister and I just went “NO WE NEED TO GO NOW” and so we did. We drove straight home (with pit stops for gas and food) for 15 hours and we were ahead of a freak blizzard by a few minutes the whole time
Story 4: the reference to "yoo hoo" (spelling?) made me think of a brand of glue, Uhu, also pronounced yoo hoo!
As a German I find the idea of anyone pronouncing it that way very funny😂
@@evem6154ehrlich hahahaha
It is really amazing what the body is able to do when adrenaline hits the nervous system and fight/flight mode is loaded. Just a bit of advice. If you feel you are being followed head back into the store. The more people around you the less likely the other person (s) will be to complete their nefarious plan. Also it is safer to not lead people to your vehicle. Last but not least, if you are in your vehicle and think you are being followed head to the nearest Police Station.
My inner me has saved me, gotten me places and is always good to me.
I got a little story here. It was far less dramatic, it wasn't out of -spidysense- instincts that made me leave and escape trouble, but I'd still like to share, cuz it was pretty funny
It was 2 years back in class some time after dismissal where a bunch of my friends were playing Stumble Guys (like a knockoff Fall-Guys) at the back of our classroom on our phones. My school has an extremely strict rule on gaming in school compounds yet nobody ever abides by the rules. So I was part of those people gaming when my classmate came over and basically forced me to get out of the classroom to have a meeting with a teacher for a school project work we're doing that time. I reluctantly left and returned 15 minutes later, only to see a huge bunch of my classmates & the people gaming looking extremely worried and gossiping to each other. It's not hard to guess by this point-RIGHT after I left the classroom for compulsory work, a teacher walked pass the classroom and caught everyone red-handed, including some model students gaming too. Everybody who was gaming was punished severely and our form teacher was pratically screaming at us the next day about phone usage in school-everyone except me. Fortunately enough, nobody was so much of a jerk to snitch on me because I was the only one who got away, so that's pretty sweet.
When will the police take victims seriously?
one time on my way home via the school bus, it started to gently rain. After we dropped one person i just sat between the next person and the door. The teacher after like 10 seconds told me to move, so I did. later during the ride, it started to rain hailstones. we got on with the ride and one of the urban routes to my place was barred off by a whole tree. we watched it fall. We turned around and followed through a different route. A tree literally fell on a car directly in front of us if I hadn't just sat between the door and that guy, we probably would have died
My response to m&m-sized hailstones during late spring, I was on a bicycle:
*"Hahahaha...* of course, just as we're about to- ow. Okay, ow. Ow-ow-ow...hnngh.." And then we all hightail it to the central station hall.
Warm-weather hail _stings,_ even on baby mode.
My "WE NEED TO GET OUT" moment: (Not really a LIFE SAVING thing, just a WE NEED TO GET OUT moment.)
(More like my dads, but yk.)
Me and my friends are beginners in abandoned house exploring, and there was a huge mansion next to my cousins house. Had an elevator shaft, and it all just got abandoned. Birds on the floor, floors unfinished, graffiti on the walls, a fridge, and a whole boat. There had to have been 30 or 50 worth of metal rods in the garage alone. So much money wasted. Suddenly, my father yelled "WE NEED TO GET OUT, *NOW.* " I ran downstairs, out the garage door, since it was the only unlocked place. I genuinely got lost, because of how big the house was. I nearly fell down the elevator shaft. Turns out the whole place was infected with black mold.
2 cartel members came up to the creek me and my family were swimming in, werent swimming, and one of them had underwear. my mom said, lets go guys we gotta get started on dinner. i didnt grasp the situation and asked for five minutes. my brother yelled at me (my name) get the fuck out. and we got out. by the time i got out they started pacily walking toward us, and they looked like they were gonna confront us. we fucking booked it out of there. my mom had the gut feeling of "we need to leave now" and i will forever trust her because of that
these intoxication stories is the reason why I don't drink or do drugs and never will.
23:10. I just wanna say: I hear you man, these are not for people with a faint of heart. Thank you for doing it, can't imagine how many sleepless nights this gives you.
This video reminded me of an incident that happened many years ago. When I was 16, a friend and I were invited to a wedding that was only a mile from my house and we decided to leave the adults to their 80's music and head to my place to catch up. On the evening walk to my home a SUV passed us, not weird, but then it passed us again...slower. Then again.. even slower. We went through a wall of bushes and watched as the SUV came back again at barely a crawl looking for us and it felt like forever before it gave up and left. After we felt safe enough, we ran like bats outta hell the rest of the way.
When I was eleven and about to go down a steep hill on my scooter my body kept tingling and I felt like I should go on the longer, less steep hill. I decided to go down the steep hill and the next thing I knew I was in the ER.
One of my cousins was doing a lot of marathon training, and he fell sick not long before the fateful Boston Marathon. He still had a gut feeling, but it was a stomach bug that saved his life.
I grew up in the woods. I went for a walk and headed down a path that was in deeper shade, it was a hot day. When I heard a whistle like sound to my right that was answered ahead to the left, I flew out of there. I knew that it wasn’t a bird! I reported it to local police and they said that some very mentally I’ll homeless people were encamped there that summer.
2nd story: wtf were you thinking? Even getting that far.
Enough about the face reveal. This channel is run by a car
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This happened just this past may, around memorial day in the us, my state had multiple tornaodoes spin through, its summer/spring and its "dixie alley" what you gonna do?
Well, my dog turned terrified of thunderstorms again after an incident this past winter which i fully accept blame for.
I had the dog inside in my moms room, trying to not doze off. Ive been keeping an eye on the weather the 2 weeks before incase it changed or got worse.
Ive turned into a bit of a light sleeper taking care of my dad when he was still alive, good thing too i guess. I heard something hit the roof of the house, still not sure if it was hail or a large tree branch crashing down. I jumped up immediately and got my shoes and our important items (documents, money and such) and ran outside to across the driveway to my grandparents house. Being in the south, we like to sit outside and watch the storms, my cousin was doing just that. We managed to get to the car port and as we (me and dog) stepped on the steps, a large oak tree fell just behind us and crashed into the garage. We missed it by 5 minutes. If it fell the other way and give or take 50-200ft, we would been either dead or crushed.
Im the "unofficial weather watcher" in my family because of shit like this over the years lol.