People Describe Times The Supernatural Intervened When They Were Up To No Good

From Redditor /u/adaminc:

Over a couple of weeks one summer, me and some friends (all middle school, grade 7-8) snuck into a nearby school at night and just f*cked around, nothing damaging. Ate candy out of desks, ate ice cream out of the teachers lounge. Wrote notes to teachers and hid them in desks.

The first night we went in I was going to go into the library, had the door open, but a friend said "no, don't". He claimed it wasn't him who said it though, so we didn't go in. After that night, the library doors were locked, so we couldn't go in even though we wanted to.

Then one night about 9 days later, our entrance, the roof top hatch, was locked. And we couldn't get in anymore.

The very next night, some guys got busted after climbing in through the library windows. It seems they had motion detectors inside the library. Pointing away from the door we would have entered, into the main area. Connected to a silent alarm.

We would have been busted if not for whoever said those words.

From Redditor /u/Merry_Dankmas:

My friends and I used to climb the roof tops of buildings a lot in our early to mid teens. One of our favorite spots was the library by my house. It has a ladder on the back side with a gate blocking off the rungs but you could grab the top of the gate and pull yourself up if you jumped high enough. We're all pretty tall so this isn't too much of a challenge for any of us. We got to the top and were about to light our joint when we heard someone say 'You boys better get down right now.'

We all jumped and turned around but couldn't see anyone. I hesitantly looked around the AC units and electrical boxes but couldn't see anyone. I walked to the edge of the roof and looked down to the sidewalk below but couldn't see anyone either. My friends and I scanned that entire roof top but couldn't find a single person. It was a roof top so it's not like they could have that many places to hide in the first place. It startled us enough that we decided to leave and get high somewhere else. I still have no idea who or what told us to get off the roof.

From Redditor /u/Tsar_family:

Me and my crime partner did a lot of stuff. Burglaries, robberies, thefts etc for like 5 years.

We're both Orthodox Christians, so once in a while we would go to church.

Anyway, we're walking up the stairs and I see people entering the church.

The second we try to open the door, it's locked. (Tourists around us were taking pictures and we were the only ones trying to get in).

We walk away 20m and see people walking in there.

Guess God didn't want us in that day.

This is something I'll never forget.

From Redditor /u/Iusedtostealthings:

So I used to work as a security guard at a large office building. I often stole things like computers, desks, chairs etc from the offices. I was very careful and never took anything during my shift. There were only cameras in the lobby and on the outside of the building, not in any tenant spaces. One day I found a wallet in a desk and it had a few hundred dollars. I took the money and left the wallet. I wasn't on that night, no one saw me enter or leave the building and I wasn't on any camera. A few weeks later a lady I'd never seen before came up to the security desk and told me that she saw me take the money and even knew the exact amount. She said that she just wanted me to know that she knew. Then she left and I never saw her again. There is just no possible way she could have seen me.

From Redditor /u/LudovicoSpecs:

This one night I was boosting some silverware from this old lady's house. She was home, but old people are pretty deaf and damn slow, so I didn't give a sh*t. I hear this strange sound coming from the room where she's watching TV (VOLUME WAY LOUD, GRANDMA), so I go look and she's like having a seizure or some s**t.

I might be a thief, but I'm not a jerk, so I call 911. They answer. S**t. I don't know what to say. "Hi, I was just robbing this old lady's house and she's having a seizure," so I freeze and say nothing. I wait with her, but she stops seizing and then I hear sirens, so I hide in her tiny front hall closet with the foldy doors and shutters.

Before the EMT's arrive, she stops seizing. So by the time they get to her door, she seems fine, except confused why they're at her house. They make nice, apologize and leave.

As soon as they're gone she starts seizing again. So I call 911 again, just in case. Really don't want a dead lady on my conscience. Same thing-- sirens, she stops seizing, answers the door. It's like a comedy at this point with me hiding in the closet, the bad guy with a heart of gold, but I'm not about to pop out and say, "But she was having a seizure!!" So they leave.

Just as they drive away with her waving an old lady good bye, she falls down and starts seizing again. Now it's just sad/funny. Gotta call 911 again for grandma, but this time I'm thinking about leaving a note or something cause I do want to get the f**k out of there. I call. Wait for the sirens.

Then she stops breathing. I'm thinking if I don't get the f*ck out of there, murder charge. I hide as the EMTs come through the door, put an oxygen mask on her and take her away. By this point, my adrenaline is through the roof and f**k it all, I feel like I've EARNED the right to take as much stuff as I can walk out the door with and since the house is now empty, I can take my time going through her stuff, silverware, jewelry, cash in a shoebox-- you name it, if I can find it, it's mine. A fee for being a good Samaritan.

F*ck if the EMT doesn't come back - who knows why? I hide again. He walks into the living room, turns the TV off and grabs a bag off her chair.

This is the part that f**ks me up.

As he turns to go, an old man just appears OUT OF F**KING NOWHERE, pats him on the back and whispers something to him. But the EMT doesn't react AT ALL-- doesn't turn around, doesn't pause, just heads back out the door like the old man isn't even there. Then the old guy GLIDES to the front window and stands there, waving goodbye.

Then he disappeared.

I'm standing in the closet frozen wondering what just happened and when I feel it. Somebody's breathing down my neck.

GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.

I started running, praying, crying, right out the f**king front door I didn't care who saw. I ran like a b**ch.

To this day, whenever someone says "scared straight" I try not to remember the sound of that old man's voice. But I always do.

From Redditor /u/shadowofzero:

When I was 14 (33 now) I used to boost cars for this car theft ring in California. I did it for several months and never got caught. It was more of a thrill and lack of direction from living in a bad area and lack of supervision and authority in my life. I had never been arrested or got caught. I was always a good kid, but I rebelled after my parents split up.

Anyways, there was one car that I needed to pick up and get delivered that day. The boss man was extremely insistent that the order needed to be filled within a few hours. It was another job like any other. But when I was about a mile away from my order, I got a very uneasy and disturbing feeling. Nothing was out of the ordinary or different from the dozens of other jobs I'd done. But I couldn't shake the feeling. As I got closer to my destination, it was as if it just got noisier and more distracting (in my head). Finally that unsettling feeling overcame me and I bailed out. I saw the car and acted like I wasn't paying attention. I didn't do the job. I kept going and knew I was in deep shit with the boss guy. I decided to lay low because not filling an order was seriously bad news. That guy was not someone you disappointed or you would feel it. He was wrathful and on drugs. So I knew I had to hide for a while. 2 days of him blowing up my pager (yeah, that's how long ago it was lol) then the calls and pages it suddenly stopped.

Come to find out, word on the street was that the cops pulled a big sting operation and that car I was supposed to steal was being monitored. My old boss sent some other kid to get the car and they followed the kid back to the scrap yard and did a big bust. That guy got arrested. That kid got arrested. A whole boat load of people got pinched. But no one ever came for me. To this day, I know God was looking out for me. At that moment. At that time. And I listened. Since that incident, I never pulled any shit again. I straightened up, got back into school, and graduated with honors. It was all because of that weird, supernatural moment...