How many times have you thought: “Darn it, I had a feeling this was gonna happen.” So many of us turn down our intuition because our brain tells us it’s irrational. Although our senses are trying to tell us something, our unconsciousness involuntary tries to block any inexplicable thoughts.
In the best situations, your common sense and intuition go hand in hand, but how do you behave when they tell the complete opposite? When should you trust your gut feeling? Turns out, some people have a naturally good intuition and can feel when’s something is not quite right.
In the subreddit started by Iron-Shield, many people shared some unbelievable stories when their sixth sense turned out to be true. In some cases, their second sight helped save their or other people’s lives.
My mom and dad were at some sort of festival when my dad felt some sort of change in the air, like something bad was going to happen. He and my mom got out of there quickly, wouldn’t you know it, some drunk dude with a gun started firing at the crowd.
This happened a couple of years ago at the church I attend. One day this young lady in her mid-20’s started attending our services. She was very polite and friendly and seemed eager to be a part of our congregation. After several weeks she started bringing her brother, who I’ll call Brody, along with her. He was slightly younger than her and seemed nice enough. The more time I spent around him, however, I began to realize how different he was. He was very socially awkward with odd mannerisms and speech patterns, but I just assumed he was autistic or something, so that wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t become alarmed until I noticed how fixated Brody was becoming on our pastor and his wife. He constantly followed them around like a puppy, begging for their attention, and growing upset when they associated with anyone besides him. Once while walking beside our pastor, I looked across the parking lot to see Brody giving me the most hateful stare you can imagine. I was instantly creeped out. From that moment I knew something was dangerously wrong with this man, but no one else seemed to notice it. Fast forward to several weeks later. I walk into church for the Wednesday night service to find our pastor alone, without his wife or children. He tells me he’s sent his family away to a safe place for a few days. Apparently Brody had called the pastor’s wife and had threatened her. Luckily he couldn’t find a car to borrow, or he very likely would have carried out his threats. After the police came and placed him in custody, it was revealed that Brody had done this exact thing several times before to other women. It was all such a surreal experience. I’ve wondered if perhaps I should have spoken up about my early suspicions, but part of me thinks I would’ve just been laughed off or dismissed.
I woke up one morning and saw that I was late for school. I got up and on the way I’m debating if I should take a short cut to get there earlier and decided against it. Now as I’m walking along there was a man who sitting on a chair near the sidewalk. He stopped me and asked if I was late for school and he essentially started a conversation with me. Now, I was close to school so I figured killing a few minutes before my next class started wouldn’t be a big deal. As this man keeps talking, he starts suggesting that I enter his house because he’s got an Xbox One and a PS4 in there and that he wanted to split screen with someone else. I rejected the offer and he kept trying to persuade me to enter his house. This guy then gets in front me, essentially blocking off the sidewalk and starts asking why I don’t want to enter his house. I gave him a BS reason and said I needed to get going. At this point I’m thinking I have to get out of there cause this guy is giving me the creeps and I don’t know what he’s capable of. I tried walking past him, but this f***er put his hand on my shoulder and I decided to just run off right then and there. At the end of the school day I’m walking past the same place with a group of friends and outside of this guy’s house are bunch of police officers and him sitting on the curb with his wrists cuffed. I feel like I dodged a bullet that day.
Flowers kept disappearing from the church where I did organ practice. So, the pastor asked me to “keep an eye” to see if I noticed anything unusual during daily practice sessions.
Mid-afternoon, after area schools got out, I noticed a boy would come into the open church on his way home to pray and listen to the organ. But then, from the mirror on the console, I saw him taking flowers from the altar area just before he left. Finally, I asked him why.
Turns out he was taking them to his grandmother’s grave in the cemetery adjacent to the church. With tearful eyes, he said “his family couldn’t afford flowers, and he wanted to do something special with the ones leftover from Sunday services and bring them to her grave because his grandma had loved flowers when she was still alive.”
A few years ago I was out drinking for a friend’s Bachelorette party. I knew I was too drunk to drive, so I called my then-boyfriend for a ride. As I was hanging up the phone, I thought to myself that I should ask him to drive his car instead of his motorcycle, but I didn’t say anything.
On the way home, we were side swiped by a drunk driver in a suburban. The front wheel of the motorcycle got caught in the wheel well and she dragged us down the street for about a block and a half. The only reason she stopped was because a cop pulled her over. She was so drunk she didn’t even notice that she ran us over.
To add to the “trust your gut” thing, my boyfriend only had one helmet, and I tried to get him to wear it, but he insisted that we weren’t going anywhere until I was wearing it. My head hit the pavement pretty hard, but his didn’t. If I hadn’t been wearing the helmet things would have gone much differently that night.
Wouldn’t say ‘something wrong’;
Had an urge to call my brother, we didn’t ever talk on the phone. Not that we weren’t close, we’d catch up when I came back into town. By catch up we would spend ever night out with both of our groups of friends. We have a very close family.
I call and one of his “room mates” answers but I didn’t recognize the voice, I ask for him. He asks me asks who it is, not completely odd since I never call, I tell him JB. Silence for 10 seconds and I’m told “he can’t come to the phone JB, I’ll have him call you.” The way I was told was very odd, nice but dismissive, especially since I know his room mates. Oh well, maybe he’ll call later, I head out to a chili cook off.
Come home and my room mate says, very somber, you have a message. He stands by me while I play it back. “Hey JB, it’s Mom your brother died”
Went up for the funeral and dropped by his old house. I asked his good friend, “Why didn’t you just tell me when I called?” He got wide eyed and said “That was you? We thought it was Johnson! You never call.” Johnson shares my first name, Johnson was a friend of my brothers who would call regularly. I called just as the police arrived, the officer answered the phone. Officer asked them who is JB they assumed it was Johnson not me, his brother, his friends didn’t think to grab the phone and let me know
Edit: He died of unknown causes, fell asleep and didn’t wake up. Also Mom was not cold with the message, disconnected but the message was said with tears and went on longer, plus she used his name not just your brother.
There is such a thing as a feeling of “impending doom” when your body is like – “yo, you are about to die” – it is a real thing.
I had not been feeling well, and all of a sudden I sat up and had a distinct feeling of you are going to die soon if you don’t do something. I drove myself to the ER and on the way was getting chest pains. I went in, told them and they took me to the back. After some tests there were a lot of people around me injecting me with a lot of different stuff.
Turns out I had a pulmonary embolism (blood clot in my lung) which at any second could have gone to my brain and killed me then and there. The doctors said if I had left it any longer I would have been dead.
I worked at a fast food restaurant and I got an antsy phone call from my dad telling me to come home ASAP. There were storms on the way and he was nervous about the timing. I thought he was being paranoid until I got this really uneasy feeling as well. Every nerve in my body was telling me to get home RIGHT NOW.
I pissed off the manager when I left without mopping the floors. I rushed home and I had barely gotten into the door for two minutes before a tornado hit our house.
Looking back on it, if I didn’t leave when I did, I would’ve been driving along the road the tornado followed and I probably wouldn’t be here.
I got written up at work for leaving without completing my tasks but a write-up is better than being dead.
I had a dream that my brother died the night before he did (dream Friday night, found dead of an overdose Saturday), but the dream was so real that I thought it had actually happened for years. My parents didn’t tell us he’d died until Sunday but I knew he was dead the whole weekend and was confused as to why they were acting like I didn’t know (acting like I hadn’t seen what I’d “seen”).
I don’t really believe in premonitions or anything but that’s something I’ll never be able to explain. Still wonder how different life would be if the dream had woken me up and I went and said something to him. It was probably the defining event of my life when including everything that followed.
The end of April, my friend and I were to meet up for drinks. He didn’t show, didn’t answer his phone, didn’t respond to my texts. I knew he was dead. I got the call the next day…he died in a car crash on his way to meet me.
I used to work in a big city as a medical emergency responder/dispatcher.
One night I arrive to my shift , and like one hour later I get this call. A man calling for his wife who was choking on food, and who suddenly started to “feel better” whilst the call, wich made him change his mind and say he didn’t need an ambulance anymore.
I could’ve stopped the call there, cancel or rank it as a low priority. But I had this feeling, and when the man asked me if I wanted to speak to her I said yes.
“Ma’am this is the emergency services, are you sure that you don’t need help of any kind? ”
“Would need the services of the police ?”
So I ask
“Is the guy beside you dangerous ?”
Man, the rush of adrenaline I got. I made her go to safety and then she told me all about how he had been beating her for a long time, how she had no way to get out of this, that she was chocking while eating because of the stress of being beside him…
I worked with the police and they went on the scene, probably preventing the woman from being beaten up again.
Always trust your instinct
One day, about two weeks ago, I woke up and didn’t feel pregnant anymore. Just found out today that the baby has no heart beat.
I had this regarding a girl the year below me at school. A really lovely girl, very clever and friendly to everyone. I spoke to her on my last day at school, talking about where I’d decided to go for university.
She told me that she really wanted to apply to Cambridge University and she was working really hard to get the grades. I dont know why, but I suddenly felt really uneasy and sad for her, particularly because she was so chipper and optimistic about it. At the time, I put this down to the fact that getting past the interview stage for Cambridge is really tough.
About 18 months later, I’m at university and I bump into another different girl who was from my school but also in the year below. She was really quite upset, and as the university term was only 3 weeks in to her first year, I was concerned that she was feeling down. It turned out that she had just received the news that the lovely girl who wanted to go to Cambridge had died two nights ago.
She did get in to Cambridge to study Philosophy. She had just started her lectures after Freshers Week when she contracted bacterial meningitis. She was feeling under the weather, putting it down to ‘Fresher’s Flu’ and went to bed early one night, and didnt wake up the next day. She was 18.
tl;dr: my dad was really sick and needed a lot of hospital care. When he needed his finger amputated was when I felt in my gut that it wasn’t going to be okay.
My dad has had health issues since 2008 when the first stroke hit. Since then he was always in and out of hospitals and it became just another thing. It happened so much that he would dismiss symptoms just so he wouldn’t have to go to the hospital again. It became even worse when he was diagnosed with stage 4 kidney failure and had to do dialysis three times a week.
Anyway, I went to visit him about a month ago and out of the blue he kinda looks at his hand and says, “you know, my finger has been smelling funny lately.” I’m all incredulous and I tell him funny smells usually means infections. I joke around and tell him he needs to get it looked at before they have to amputate it.
Spoiler alert: by the time he had it looked at the bloodflow to the finger was compromised due to a fistula in his arm. He needed to get it amputated.
This is where the funny feeling kicked in. My grandmother, his mom, passed away in 98′ after her leg was amputated. The fact that he had to have anything amputated starting making me anxious, and I dismissed it as being over dramatic.
His surgery was the Friday before Mother’s day and I went to visit him after work to see how he was feeling. He was so groggy and kept falling asleep at the table so my mom and I basically carry him to his bed. He’s a proud man, super oldschool in a ‘I’m a man, I don’t need my wife and daughter helping me’ kind of way but he clung to us because he just couldn’t do it on his own.
We got him to the bed and he couldn’t even lift his legs up. I had to do it for him and stick some pillows under his head. I looked over at my mom and the look on her face made my stomach drop and I asked her if she wanted me to stay with her tonight. You know, just in case. She said yes.
2am I go downstairs to check on them because I can’t sleep. He starts moving around and trying to take his sweater vest off because he’s hot. He was still wearing the clothes from earlier. So I help him unzip it and he wakes up briefly, sees that it’s me and smiles. He puts his good hand on my arm and just smiles.
4am Saturday morning mom wakes me up and real calmly says she doesn’t think Daddy is breathing. I knew it before I entered the room because in addition to the kidney issues, he had some breathing problems too and always took laborious breaths when he slept. It was quiet, I heisitate to use the term dead quiet because thats exactly what it was.
We called 911 and the ambulance came. They got him back, lost him, got him back again but said he was clinically brain dead and we should probably call the family. So we do.
1:00 am Mother’s day my sister and I are standing watch in the room. We agreed to sleep in shifts and it was her turn. My anxiety is skyrocketing and my fight or flight is kicking in and I just want to leave and go for a walk around the halls to calm my mind. So I get up and as I’m passing his bed my anxiety becomes more direct, if that makes sense. I suddenly felt that I needed to be there. So I stood by his bed and held his hand. I told him that we were there with him, and just spoke about anything that came to my head because honestly I’m just flying on auto-pilot when it came to cognitive function. I do remember saying, right before I sat down, that I know he’s tired and that we don’t want him to hurt anymore and we’ll always love him. I went to go sit back down because I was crying and a few minutes later the machines started going haywire. He passed at 1:30am.
Before my husband and I were married with good jobs we were young and poor and didn’t care where we lived.. we rented out a s****y little house behind the landlords house that was clearly a shed poorly transformed into a small studio space. At the time I worked late nights and my husband worked mornings so I would sleep till around 12 and work all night. The landlord, Greg, was this bald old man with a heavy Russian accent. He was kind of odd but seemed nice. So was his wife. He’d made odd comments and invite me into his house to FaceTime (at the time it was a different program I can’t remember what the OG online face chat was) with his friends in Russia.
When we first moved in I kept waking up feeling uneasy when I should’ve been exhausted. I’d feel nervous and get up check the doors, check closets ect.
One week my husband went away to visit his father and I was alone and literally felt like I was constantly being watched. The bedroom window was back in the yard and it was heavily wooded, I’d hear crunching of leaves and foot steps all the time. My husband said I was being paranoid because I was alone and I thought so too.
But then that same week my husband was away I offered to watch my friends dog. So I get home from work around 2am and get to sleep around 3-4am. I wake up around 8-9am to the dog barking and growling like a made man. Now, because the space was similar to a studio we had no doors on anything besides the bathroom. I spring up, and see Greg the landlord literally in the living room, hand on the front door just frozen. He was caught off guard by the dog and I yelled “what the hell are you doing?!” I thought the house was on fire or something, and I know the front door was locked. I always locked it. He quickly apologized and walked out. When I shook from my sleepy daze I realized maybe this wasn’t a one time thing, I took a shower, dressed and walked up to their house. Greg’s car wasn’t in the driveway but his wife was home. I told her what happened and asked why Greg would use his keys to go in the house without giving me notice. She was nonchalant about it and replied “it’s his house he can do what he want. He like to check on things from time to time”
I flipped out on her. Clearly this was happening often and the eerie feeling I was getting im 10000% sure was Greg literally coming in the house, watching me sleep completely invading my privacy when he knew I was alone and asleep. We noped the f**k out of there as soon as we could. He actually tried to take us to small claims court for breaking the lease but I had already reported him to the police and found out the space we were renting wasn’t even up to code or on the books to be rented.
My mom called me in the middle of the day on a Sunday. I was going to ignore it and just call her back later like I tend to do. Something just didn’t feel right so I picked up. She was calling to tell me the emergency squad was working on my brother and I needed to get a hold of my dad.
Friend invited me to see Great White. Was going to go but last minute changed my mind on him.
He died at the Station Nightclub fire.
Came back to work after a week off for Christmas vacation and immediately noticed something was off with my friend. I had no clue what it was but I just knew was something was wrong with him but I couldn’t explain what it was. I kept asking him if he was alright but he kept saying everything was fine.
On the second day he came up to me and asked me how to do something that I know he knew how to do, I had trained him on how to do it. I became very concerned at this point. The 3rd day was new years eve so we only had a half day and he was working on a spreadsheet. End of the day came around and I took one look at it and I could have printed it out and called it modern art, that’s how horrifying it looked. I called the boss over and he pulled him off of it which caused my friend to break down and start crying because he couldn’t understand that he had done anything wrong. I was moving to a new place over our day and a half off so I simply told him that something was wrong with him and he needed to get some help.
We came back in for one day on Friday and my friend wasn’t there. I learned that he was in the hospital because of a heart attack. Later on we learned that during the days leading up he was suffering from mini strokes and that all of my constant nagging about if he was alright ultimately led to him thinking that maybe there is something wrong with him and so he called a taxi to take him to the ER on new years eve where they immediately recognized that he was having a heart attack. A doctor later told him that if he had not gone to the ER when he did he would not have woken up if he had gone to sleep that night.
Because of this my friend says that I saved his life through the power of our friendship.
I was on the way to a weekend in the cape with my girlfriend when my step dad called me. He never calls. He hates technology. He avoids email, calling, anything other than face to face communication at all costs. My girlfriend didn’t get the same gut feeling seeing that he was calling, so she was confused when I answered my phone while driving. My mom, who had been diagnosed with lung cancer just short of 3 years prior was in the hospital and he calmly asked if we were available. We immediately turned the car to their home. My girlfriend kept saying we didn’t know enough to get scared or to react yet. Maybe it would all be okay. Saying anything she could to keep me sane on the three hour car ride. Maybe she was remaining positive. Maybe she truly believed it would be okay. But I knew it was too far gone. She passed about 2 hours after I arrived.
One night during finals my junior year at university I received a text from my father at 1:30am.
“I love you.”
My heart sunk. My family is not affectionate. My family doesn’t say “I love you”. My father does not text me. For some reason I woke up 3 mins after receiving the text while my phone was on silent. I called to see if he was okay. No answer.
I immediately got in the my car and tore off to my dad’s place. I let myself in and found him in bed with a handful of pills and a loaded pistol on his nightstand. He immediately broke down in tears and I held him for what seemed like an hour.
I saved my father’s life that night and have always checked in on him since. He’s in a much better place now.