People Reveal When Their 'Something Is Very Wrong Here' Feelings Turned Out To Be True

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Vote up the "something is wrong here" feelings that were fortuitous enough to win the lottery.

No one needs telepathy or an advanced version of spidey senses to notice when something about a situation is not quite right. More often than not, a person's gut instincts prove to be correct when navigating nefarious scenarios, even if those scenarios initially appear to be harmless.

Something as normal as a walk home or a trip to the airport could take a sinister turn but paying attention to those internal feelings can prove beneficial. Some Reddit users even managed to sense the deaths of their loved ones and/or the nefarious intentions of seemingly benevolent strangers. Some could even tell when they were being watched.

All of these people managed to share their stories because they listened to their gut feelings, so maybe next time if your gut warns you not to eat from the shady kiosk in an airport terminal, you should listen. 

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    This Couple Could've Discovered A Killer Surprise

    From Redditor /u/rwbingham:

    It was near Halloween time when my friends and I were telling ghost stories. My friend said she was going to tell a story about her parents' first date. She said she didn't like telling the story since it was actually true, but we prodded her on.

    To cut to the chase, the parents had spent a nice, if awkward first date, and around the time that they would have said "good night," the male in the situation - my friend's dad - suggested that they go for a midnight hike up Provo Canyon. He apparently knew the place, since he had done a fair amount of rock climbing in the area. So the two drove up the mouth of the canyon, got out of their cars, and started hiking under just the light of the stars, since it was a new moon.

    At some point, he started getting a "bad feeling"... because it was getting to be quite late. He ignored the feeling and pressed on. In later rehearsings of the story, the woman would say that she felt the same feeling at what was probably the same time, though she didn't know the trail like he did. A minute later, the feeling came back to him. He ignored it again, and started walking a bit of the way into the trees when his foot hit something "soft" in the middle of the path. Under the trees, it was too dark to see just what this soft thing was, and the feeling came back stronger than ever. Instead of finding out what his foot had bumped into, he and the woman both agreed to hightail it out of there...

    Years later, after being married for some time, they were watching an interview with the serial killer, Ted Bundy. In response to a question asking him to describe the time that he felt the closest to being caught, he explained about the night that he lured a girl into Provo Canyon, and had just killed her when he heard some people coming up the trail. He explained how he hid in the trees just in time, only to watch some guy walk right into the body, and for some reason, just turn around and walk away.

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    10,999 VOTES

    Sadie Was A Good Dog

    From Redditor /u/thyme_of_my_life:

    This was about 15 years ago. My parents went out for a nice dinner for their anniversary and decided that I was old enough and responsible enough to be left alone for a few hours on a weeknight. I was almost nine and we owned a fairly protective dog at the time so it all seemed fine.

    They leave, tell me to lock up, and to call if anything happens. I do so and proceed to party around the house like a rockstar, cause dude I had the whole dang house myself and I could do whatever I wanted. Hell to the yeah!

    Halfway through a Sailor Moon marathon, I get a knock on the door. I'm confused as all get out cause it's only been about two hours and they said they probably wouldn't be back till around 10 anyway. I guess mama has left something she needed again and swung by to grab it.

    My front door is a system of two doors, a super old, thick wooden door... [and] a screen door. My dog is raising hell at the front door, but I just pull her back to calm down because she had a tendency to be reactive to most noises.

    Welp, it's not my mom at the door but some middle-aged man I've never met before in my life. Puppo is now basically feral so I keep the screen door firmly closed and a hand on her collar as I ask the man what he wants. He starts in on this weird convoluted story about how he has two young twin daughters and how they got into a fight and that one of them ran away.

    Now this man then claims that he believes his daughter is hiding in my house and would like to come look for her. I tell him no such girl is here and why does he think she would be here in the first place. He goes on into a long story about how this was the house they first lived in and how it's the one she was born in, and how it was like a safe place for her and would be the most likely place she would run away to as it was really the only other place she knows.

    So I felt kinda weird since I opened the door, and this dude's story hasn't been helping his cause, but now I know something sh*tty is going down. I, in no uncertain terms, inform the guy that he must have the wrong house because this house was built and has been lived in by my family since it's construction. My dad was born in that house and after my mom and dad told [my grandparents] that they were pregnant with my older sister they gave it to them as a present to begin their family. He must be mistaken cause I know all this to be fact. Hell, there were pictures less than 10 feet away from me on the wall of my dad and uncle playing in the front yard in the late '70s.

    By now my dog is growling like crazy and dude is getting kinda agitated. He insists that I don't know what I'm talking about and that if I would just give him a few minutes to search for his daughter he could be on his way.

    The latch on the screen door is broken and I am putting all my strength at the time in holding my dog from the door. He opens the screen door with one hand and with the other reaches for my closest arm.

    My crazy cocker goes f*cking ballistic! Uses all her strength to lunge at him, gets a hold of his hand, and bites down. Now man is yelling and confused. He pushes back against the screen door and slams it shut to get my dog off of him. Sadie gets pushed back indoors but is still raging. I quickly slam the front door, lock it, and chain it shut. [I] run around the house and make sure all other doors and windows are locked and then hunker down in the bathroom hyperventilating and wait about 15 min till Sadie's growling has calmed some. Check outside, no man or his car. Both long gone.

    I call my parents and tell them they need to come home RIGHT NOW PLEASE. When they get home I recount the whole story. Dad goes [to] check the front door and sure enough on the screen door jam and siding of the house is a large smear of blood.

    Sadie was treated like a queen and got a whole steak for her to eat on that weekend.

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    This Girl Was More Than Just 'Too Drunk'

    From Redditor /u/gmoney5786:

    When I was in university I was walking home from the bars in the Byward Market in Ottawa with my roommate at the time. It was about 2:30 am and we were looking forward to getting home and ordering some pizza when we came across two guys and a very drunk girl. Initially we didn't think anything about it because it was a pretty common sight on a Friday, but as we walked behind them for a few minutes we noticed how out of it she was. One of the guys was essentially carrying her, and her clutch was loosely dangling from her limp wrist.

    Our street came up, but instead of turning down it we decided to see what was going on. The guys explained that she was one of their girlfriends and had too much to drink so they were taking her home. We asked them a few more questions: what bar they were at, where she lived, if she was an Ottawa U student etc. They gave pretty convincing answers but all the same seemed really uncomfortable and wanted us to go away.

    During the conversation the guy holding his "girlfriend" shifted her position to get a better grip, which caused her arm to dangle down and drop her clutch. Before they could move, my roommate grabbed the clutch and took out her ID. My roommate then asked if they knew her first and last name along with her birthday. This is where things changed. The other guy got really aggressive and confrontational while the other went silent. They didn't know her name or birthday. I then pulled out my phone and called police. The guy dropped her and they took off running. We waited with her for about ten minutes until the police and EMS got there. We gave a statement but did not have much to go on other than their descriptions. Police told us they suspected she had been dosed, and that she was lucky we happened to be walking behind her. Pretty scary stuff.

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    Mother Knew Best

    From Redditor /u/MuttsAndMalarky:

    Not me but my mom. When I was about 10 years old I got invited to spend the night at my really good friend's home. My mom said no. I begged her to let me go but she was adamant that I couldn't. She said she just didn't feel right about it and that no amount of pleading was going to change her mind.

    A few weeks later my friend's dad was arrested for child pornography. After he went to trial it was found that he had also molested several young girls. He would have his daughter invite them over for a slumber party and then touch them when they went to sleep. If my mom hadn't trusted her gut feeling I could have been one of his victims.