Whether or not you believe in ESP, it's hard to deny the power and reality of gut feelings. Have you ever sensed something just wasn’t right and you were in danger? That you should remove yourself from a situation, or make a trip to the emergency room? That it would be safer to walk on the other side of the street? Something inside us seems to know when we are in peril.
In Reddit forums, people who have had such gut feelings or psychic moments share their harrowing tales of escaping danger. From getting out of the way of power lines to predicting a medical emergency, these stories show that sometimes it is best to follow our instincts.
From Redditor /u/mystical_ninja:
I was at a farmers market in downtown Chico, California, with my wife. I’m tall and white and my wife is Asian and vertically challenged, and over the crowd I saw two very rough looking gentleman, one really tall and the other short with a [mark] tattooed on his forehead like Charles Manson. Little tattooed man and I made eye contact from maybe 50 feet away and he gestured to his friend and then pointed at me. I alerted my wife and told her we were leaving immediately.
She thought I was majorly overreacting and wanted to continue shopping, but I overruled her and we left. Maybe six months later we were watching America’s Most Wanted and guess who showed up for double [slayings]... in Oroville, California? My two buddies! We still talk about that from time to time and it still gives me goose bumps 15 years later.
From Redditor /u/DYESMOD:
I'm a firefighter. We got called out to a tree fire started by fallen power lines. We pull up in the truck and I'm trusting that my driver and crew leader are doing their job and have good situational awareness.
We get out of the truck and we've parked next to a set of power lines (not fallen). It's a very windy night and I can see the lines swinging so I voice my concerns to my crew leader, who says it'll be fine.
We get hose out (risk of the tree fire catching onto a house outweighing potential risk of arcing, plus the line disconnected when it fell), and I'm on the branch ready to start putting it out with two others near me when I get a chill. I look up see the lines swinging violently and yell, "Everyone f*cking move."
As the three of us sprint and dive out of the way, we hear a "thwip" and crack, and sure enough the line we were under came loose and stayed connected to the power pole. If I hadn't [felt] that chill, chances are we would have had three fried [firefighters].
From Redditor /u/Ziggysan:
[I] was hunting for early morels and king boletes... About two-thirds up a hillside I felt like I was being watched. I slowly realized I couldn't hear ANY animals making noise. Hackles raised, I immediately started down the most direct path to my car. One trail above where I was parked I saw a partial juvenile male deer skeleton under a large conifer. As I double-timed it past, I looked up and saw the rest of the bones and sinew slung up in the branches...
I slowed down, turning and scanning every few yards until I got into my car and booked it out of there.
The next day two mountain bikers were attacked by a cougar and one was [felled] very near to the area I was hiking.
I carry a handgun now for my mushroom hunts.
From Redditor /u/clumsydogsdance:
Not me, but when my mum was a teenager on Nov. 18, 1987, she was going to London to visit a friend. It was around 7:20 pm and she decided she was going to take a taxi instead of going by tube because it didn't feel right (King's Cross tube station).
Ten minutes later the whole station caught on fire and 30 out of the 40 people inside [perished]. If she had decided to take the tube she likely would have [perished too].