People Share The Times They Had A Bad Feeling About A Well-Liked Person... And Were Right

From Redditor u/TheySayImZack:

It was a coworker of mine, call her "M." M was friendly, and everyone liked her. Something was up with her, though, and I had a bad vibe. She was always complaining about money issues but then would go out for meals or come into work with new clothes that were not indicative of someone with severe money problems. She allegedly complained of such severe financial problems that she was telling people she was having trouble putting food on the table for her kids. It was that level of desperation.

Everyone really liked her, I didn't. I had a really odd feeling about her, like she was being constantly deceptive.

People would always help her out, either by giving her gift-cards to Target, extra clothes, or canned food.

She also complained of car issues for a period of several months. This wonderfully kind lady at work named "C" let M borrow her car during the work day. This was so that M could use whatever money she said she had to go to the store and buy food for her family. Additionally, she used C's car to take a nap from time to time. She claimed to work another evening job, and she was often very tired.

Every year, our company sponsored a local family that needed a lot of help. We were a small business at the time (<50 employees), and we'd all donate something to the family at Christmas. It was usually toys, clothes, gift cards, and so forth. This year, we decided as a group to my silent opposition that M would be our "family" this particular year. We amassed close to $1,100 worth of food, toys, and clothes, and presented it to M before Christmas that year. She cried and said thank you.

Three months later, C's car was stolen right out of the employee parking lot. Coincidentally, M didn't report back to work that day after lunch.

Long story short, M had made a copy of C's car key at some point and stole the car and drove out of state with the intent to flee and not return. We had come to learn that M had a long history of criminal charges, and M was eventually arrested in a traffic stop after C reported the car stolen.

As it turned out, M was a financial criminal specializing in identity theft. She had swindled many people and had a long criminal history, including multiple felonies.

Right from the beginning, I knew something was up with her that I didn't like, but I couldn't put a real finger on it. I don't know why I saw it and no one else did. I actually began to question my morals, asking myself, "Why do I dislike M when everyone else does not?" I wrestled with it personally for some time but in a weird way felt vindicated when the truth revealed itself.

From Redditor u/seagullhunter:

My mom was a single mom and did the best she could. However, she thought it might be better to leave me with the neighbor than at home alone. From the age of 6, I pleaded with my mom to let me stay home alone until she got home from work, that I would be okay.

My intuition was right. The neighbor was convicted of multiple murders of single mothers a few towns over when DNA evidence came into being.

From Redditor u/TurboVeggie:

Apparently, when I was 4 or 5, my grandma introduced me to her new boyfriend. Everyone liked him, but I would have nothing to do with him. Wrinkled my nose and refused to be left alone [with] him.

He came into her apartment one day and walked at her with something behind his back but said nothing. She got an eerie feeling and said, "Are you going to kill me?" With a dead-faced stare, he came at her.

She managed to jump over some furniture and get away (she's always been in great shape, running three miles a day until age 80). She got somewhere safe, called the police, and never saw him again.

From Redditor u/aladada:

My sister's boyfriend. I just immediately found him to be very fake and disingenious. But the rest of the family loved him and found him very charming.

He owned a running store franchise that was more successful than the original store, and [he] was also doing well trading on the stock market. He sold the store back to the owners for a ton [of] money to focus on the stock market, but this was around the time of the market crash. So to help with that, he worked at the store as a salesman. They eventually got married and bought a huge house.

And that's when the cops came knocking at the door [of] their large home.

He wasn't rich. He never owned the store. He was only ever a worker and had been stealing cash from the register/products and selling them on eBay. The divorce came quick after that.

From Redditor u/Daisy_W:

About 15 years ago I worked in a small office, mostly men, all [of whom] I really liked. A new guy started one day, and instantly I had a bad feeling about him. I don't even know exactly why I felt that way, and all the other people seemed fine with him, so I did my best to be polite and find things to talk to him about. I was in my mid-30s, he was about the same or a little older, and we both had young sons, so I was able to find some common ground. Apparently he and his wife didn't live together - she might have been back in his home country. But I could never shake that bad feeling.

A year or so later, I had left the company to have my second son, and a friend who had taken my place there called me one morning and said, "Did you read the paper today?"

That man had been arrested in another state, apparently having been set up by an FBI sting online, where he had been chatting with who he thought was a teenager and was meeting up with "her." In the trunk of his car, they found a video camera and rope.

From Redditor u/Sweet-Lady-H:

My grandma worked for a well-known jewelry store many years ago. The security guard that worked there would frequently ask to walk her to her car at night after the store closed. She was always very uncomfortable when he asked, but she couldn’t explain why because he seemed nice enough.

Turns out he killed a couple girls at the university he also did security at... but also killed several people before he moved to our town.

Yup, Kenneth Bianchi, one of the Hillside Stranglers.