"A few years ago, about 1 a.m. on a Sunday morning, I had to take my dog out before bed. I live in a rough neighborhood, and I am a female, so I usually have my guard up regardless of the time. Before I left the apartment building, my gut told me something was up. The street was void of traffic and people except for a van parked out to the side of the road. Outside of it were three people whom I quickly identified as male. Right away my reaction is to keep my head low, put my jacket hood up and not bring attention to myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see they were struggling; on closer inspection, I see two of the men are holding up the other man between them. I make the assumption that they are headed home after a night of heavy partying, and they are just helping their friend get sick or something. I am telling myself this to ease my fears. Then they notice me, and they stop everything and freeze. I thought that was odd and no good so I drag my dog straight back to my building (I don't even know if he got the chance to pee that night!) I go to bed and thinking nothing more of it until it's time to take the dog out again in the morning.
There was a notice in the elevator asking for witnesses as to exactly what I saw that evening because a dead body had been found. So... this wasn't a friend of theirs after all, they were ditching a body. Still upsets me today and I will never ignore my intuition again."
"Registered nurse here. They tell us straight off the bat in nursing school to trust our guts. We're allowed to call a rapid response team if the patient 'just doesn't look right' to us.
I got my job right out of nursing school in a department that deals with mothers and babies right after delivery. I was 22 years old, had no children of my own, and my only experience with newborns was my last six months on the job.
I had this patient and her baby who both seemed to be doing well. The baby's weight, vital signs, and intake and output were all normal, but I felt like something wasn't right. For one thing, I had never heard this baby cry. Anyone who has ever been anywhere around newborns know that they cry at the drop of a hat, for anything, at any time. This baby didn't cry when I put her on the scale to weigh her, or when I pricked her heel for a blood sugar. I felt like an idiot because I had almost no experience with newborns, but I decided to talk to someone anyway.
I brought the baby to the nursery nurse with over 20 years of experience in the department and told her that I thought something was up. The baby looked fine. Her vitals, including her blood sugar, were perfectly normal. However, the baby was floppy (not a technical term, but used to describe a baby when its arms and legs aren't curled up tightly next to the body like they're supposed to be. This baby's arms and legs were limp and stretched out). She had a poor grasp (she didn't tighten her fingers around our fingers like newborns are supposed to do) and when we could get her to cry (we barely could), her cry was weak.
The nursery nurse agreed that something was wrong and called the neonatologist (newborn baby doctor) who was on call that night. She spent about 20 minutes on the phone just trying to tell him that something wasn't right, even though everything was technically normal. Luckily, the neonatologist trusted her judgment and had us send the baby to the NICU.
That baby ended up staying in NICU for about a month, being tube fed because she stopped eating well. They did genetic testing on her and discovered that she had been born with a rare (only 30,000 cases diagnosed annually in the US) genetic disorder that usually isn't diagnosed until the baby is unable to sit up on their own at about 6 months of age. The disorder has no cure, but doctors were able to start treatments on her in order to manage some of the symptoms almost immediately."
"I grew up in a quiet neighborhood, and when I was 12 years old, we got our first dog. It was my job to take him for a walk every evening after dinner.
This dog was the goofiest, sweetest golden retriever mix, not a mean bone in his body. He never met a stranger, and when he would occasionally escape, we usually found him in a neighbor's yard, playing with some kids. He was the farthest thing from a guard dog you can imagine.
So I'm walking him one night after dinner, by myself, and he suddenly stops dead in his tracks in the very middle of the sidewalk. Out of the trees lining the neighborhood, maybe ten feet away from me, this guy just comes strolling on out.
I was pretty skittish at that age, and I didn't like being alone with strange men, like, at all, so I was immediately unnerved. The guy walked up to me and asked if my dog was friendly. I responded out of sheer anxious panic and said that yeah, he was.
The second the guy reached out to pet him, though, my dog snarled and snapped at his hand which I had never seen him do before. I apologized, made some excuse I don't remember, and hurried away under the pretense of getting my vicious dog away from him.
Turns out this dude was a creep who assaulted three other neighborhood kids in those trees, and my dog was probably the only reason I wasn't the fourth."
"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 2:30 a.m., and we were looking forward to getting home and ordering some pizza when we came across two guys and a very wasted 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 University student, etc. They gave convincing answers but all the same seemed really uncomfortable and obviously 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 aggressive and confrontational while the other went silent. They didn't know her name or birthday. I then pulled out my phone and called the 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."
"My friends and I went on a drink run one night back in college. We live in Flint, Mich., and were at a friend's house in a bad neighborhood.
We had our friend who was 21 go in while the rest of us waited. As we're sitting in the parking lot, we notice a dude standing by the trunk of his car a few rows of parking spots ahead of us.
I had a bad feeling about him, so I was watching him the entire time while my friends were all chatting it up and laughing. I noticed my other friend who was driving watching too.
Sure enough, after watching us for a second, he pops the trunk, pulls out a weapon, and starts walking towards us.
We got out of there and floored it around the parking lot right as our friend came outside, yelled for him to get in, and sped off.
Turns out, there had been a ton of carjackings in that area over the last few months."
"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, the male starts getting a 'bad feeling,' since the pathway ahead passed under some trees and would be dark. He ignores the feeling and presses on. The female would say that she had felt the same feeling at the same time in later versions of the story. A minute later, the feeling came back to the male. 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 female 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."
"When I was about 10 years old, I got invited to spend the night at my 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 would change her mind. A few weeks later, my friend's dad was arrested for child smut. After he went to trial, it was found that he had also violated 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."
"Got off the subway at night; there was one other person about half a block behind me on my route home. This is a normal thing, has happened thousands of times. Totally normal-looking dude, not even following me closely, but I had a bad feeling.
Such a bad feeling that, when I turned the corner on my way home, I broke into a dead sprint and hid behind a dumpster in the shadows partway down the street. By the time he came around the corner, I was well hidden and could see him from my hiding place. As soon as I saw his reaction to the fact that I wasn't there, I knew I had been right to hide. He started LOOKING FOR ME, muttering to himself, he went up and down the street, looked around corners, I hid and held my breath until he was gone. It was terrifying. I am so glad I had that sudden, inexplicable impulse to hide, and listened to it."
"When I was a little kid, I stepped outside to walk home from my neighbors two doors over. I smelled what I knew was a bear, which is common where I live. If you've ever smelled a black bear, it's not that different from a skunk, which is what my friend's mom told me it probably was when I asked her to drive me home even though my house was literally right around the corner. The thing is, a skunk's smell is strong but doesn't travel. A bear's smell is more permeating. Begrudgingly, she drove me, only to see the bear sitting on my back steps outside the door I would've tried to enter my house with. Black bears aren't that vicious, but my friend's mom apologized immediately about not believe me: could've walked straight into that thing at the age of 12."
"Several years ago on Thanksgiving, my mom was becoming overwhelmed. The holidays have never been a great success in my family, and my parents had issues communicating, which led to a lot of stressful and tense dinners, and if it wasn't them it was someone else starting a fire. Well, this year was bad. My mom had been cooking for hours to get ready to head over to my cousin's house. My dad was yelling about how we spend too much money on the holidays. It got to a point where my mom told my brothers and me to leave for the party ahead of them.
We didn't get far from the house when a really bad feeling started sinking in my stomach. I knew my brothers felt something too. I said, 'Can we go back?' And my older brother turned around immediately. When we got there my father was gone, he had left out of anger and my mom yelled at him to leave. My mother was in her bed, lying still with an empty bottle of sleeping pills beside her. She was still conscious when we came in, but started shaking and was falling asleep. We called 911. I later learned that the pills she had taken would have only put her to sleep for a long time, not actually kill her, but clearly, it was her intent. She has/had severe depression and after this, she got some real help."
"My oldest daughter (30-something) stopped by my work one day and introduced her new boyfriend. He seemed a little off to me, but I decided it was just 'guy dating my daughter' and let it go. Later, he met my wife and I and she told me later that he seemed off to her, too. She has good instincts about people, so we decided to investigate him a bit.
Typing his whole name into Google, the first result was a mug shot from a couple of years ago. The third was an active warrant. More searching resulted in finding three warrants from different counties, an extensive record (check deception, theft, driving while suspended, driving after a lifetime suspension, and driving while a habitual traffic offender), and a brand-new marriage license for him and my daughter. They were going to get married later that week.
We, of course, told her about him, but she insisted that he'd already told her about all of that and had 'taken care of it.' We emailed links to her roommate, who showed her, but she didn't have any luck talking her out of the relationship. They were in love, and everything would work out OK in the end.
We sent in an anonymous tip, and he was arrested the next day at her apartment. My daughter then found out that he'd been lying to her about pretty much everything. He had entangled her in a business he was trying to start that mostly involved her financing things for him because his credit was trash due to records for bounced checks and theft. She's still working to untangle herself from that.
He is still in jail, and, according to her lawyer, will be for at least two years depending on what happens in two other counties."
"I had a math teacher in middle school who came off as creepy. He would try and get close to us guys and try and act like old friends. He seemed afraid of girls for some reason. I didn't like him. He gave me a bad feeling. After about a year at our school, he wasn't there suddenly. We had a police officer come in and sit us down and interview everyone individually. It turns out that he was caught having a party where they all touched themselves with some of his former male students from his previous school, who were all 12 to 15 so definitely not at the age of consent. He was sent to prison."
"This happened 12 years ago when I was around 15 years old. My dad and uncles often chop down trees to cut and sell. Basically, they make firewood to sell. None of them does this for a living, they all have other jobs, but since my grandfather did this his whole life, they all know how to do it. Since my family owns some land, they maintain my late granddad's business in some capacity but work mainly on weekends and it works something like a hobby. They all enjoy it and get some money out of it. All this to say, even though they 'know what to do' they are not experts or respect every safety measure.
So my cousin and I were with them in the woods one Saturday. She is one year younger than me, and my dad and uncles were just getting ready to chop down a huge eucalyptus. They tied the tree with ropes and were cutting it to fall down near the road, where they had the trucks nearby, to carry it after cutting it in pieces. They told us to go farther into the woods, basically to the opposite side where the tree was going to land. They were about to do it and I can't explain, but I was getting the sensation of 'the tree is going to land on us.' I started to move and told my cousin to follow.
She tells me no. She wants to see the tree getting cut. We start to hear the noises of the chainsaws, which means they have started it. I tell her I feel the tree is going to hit her, which sparks a debate, and she basically refuses to leave. Her dad told us to be there and they know what to do, so don't be such a wuss. I leave her there and go farther way since I can't shake the feeling that the tree is going to land on that spot. I then, decide to come back because I was so sure my cousin was going to get hurt and the only thing I can think of is stealing her cap to tick her off and she might move. I proceed to do it, it works and she starts to chase me. After less than a minute, the tree falls RIGHT ON THE SPOT WE WERE BEFORE!
The tree landed the opposite side where my dad and uncles intended to, and we then start to hear them screaming because they thought we were hit by it. They come running and saw us both paralyzed, me with a hand still holding her cap. Basically what happened was, the two ropes broke and the wind was pushing in our direction and even with the tree being cut towards the other way, it still fell 'wrong'. My dad was almost hit by it as well since they weren't expecting it. I can't explain it. I don't believe in signs or anything supernatural and I also don't know crap about cutting trees. To be honest, I don't remember noticing the wind as well. I just felt something in my gut that we weren't safe. The good part for me is, me and that cousin, have a love-hate relationship and every time I am about to lose an argument I go, 'Shut up. I saved your life!' and sometimes, it works!"
"My mum has been a psych nurse for over 30 years at a private hospital. One of the patients she was looking after was a boisterous person in her 40s, and she had been in the hospital for over a week. One night, mum noticed this lady was lethargic, saying that she was just feeling tired and was going to have an early night and to get her meds early. Mum thinks this is odd for this lady, but everyone has off days and so she gives this lady her medication and she goes off to bed. About five minutes pass, and mum still has a knot in her gut about this lady and thinks she will just check her stats. So she goes to her room, where the lady is just about to lay down and checks her blood pressure, pulse and Oxygen saturation.
This is rarely done in a psych hospital unless people have other health concerns needing monitoring. This lady's oxygen saturation was down to around 33 percent, I believe. To put it in perspective, if it falls below 92 percent, your cells can't absorb oxygen, and this can cause permanent damage. Mum, in her over 40 years of nursing, has never seen someone with such a low level. She checks again and the same result. Mum calls an ambulance and gets this lady on oxygen. Later that night, mum gets a call from the hospital the patient was sent to, from the doctor who lets mum know that the lady is fine. She had a blood clot. If she had been left for another 15 minutes, the doctor is certain she would have died. The lady made a full recovery, and gave mum a beautiful scarf the next time she saw her."
"At a research institute, I walked into a mouse procedure/surgery room for a quick moment to grab something and leave. After walking out I felt a little out of it. There were three other people in that room, including two undergraduates, so I got worried and went back inside to check things out.
When I got back inside I asked if they were feeling ok, one of the undergrads turned to me and said she was fine, but was flushed and looked a little out of it. So I went around to all the isofluorane chambers (odorless volatile liquid that KOs mammals at low doses and kills them at higher) looking for leaks. Sure enough, the gasket at the bottom of one of the chambers had failed and it was leaking out and immediately boiling into a gas, and filling the room. I told them their isofluorane was leaking, and the post doctor told me they were fine and that he uses that machine all the time. He also pointed out that the isofluorane was in an air curtained biosafety cabinet and so even with the leak, they were protected. I called him an idiot because a biosafety cabinet recirculates air and doesn't evacuate it like a fume hood (which is what he should have been using).
So I ignored him, propped open the door, and ordered the undergrads to get out of the room. I then went to their lab manager and told her what I had found. Their lab manager came down like the wrath of God."
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