The one about the elderly man was endearing because that man had probably lost many people in his life and to gain a random friend, who gave him companionship was beautiful.
I’ve got one that I’ll never forget: My cat, Aretha, was two years old when I was born back in 2002. She stayed clear of me while I was a baby and watched me grow up. When I was able to properly pet and care for animals, she became 10x more affectionate to me. When I entered high school, I knew she was getting really old and I should spend more time with her. In 2017, I visited my moms house before I left for summer camp, and Aretha was a lot more active than usual. She was a very old lady (17), so this was rather odd, but my gut told me to play and hang out with her because I had a feeling that this might be the last time I see her. I then left for camp a few days later. A few days into camp, I suddenly felt absolutely horrible for seemingly no reason. Nothing bad had happened to me, so I assumed that I had a bad night. When I got back home, I found out that Aretha died that day. I feel like my connection to her was disrupted that day. She was one of the greatest pets I’ve ever had and I’ll always love her. Rest In Peace Aretha T. Cat. I love you and miss you 💖
Mawshards, I'm so sorry you lost your lovely buddy. My heart broke when I lost my two old boys, aged 17 and 19, who had been with me since when they were very young. The weirdest thing was that on each of their final trips to the vet we saw a rainbow. I knew what that meant. RIP Oscar and Samuel, I love you and miss you both too xx
My granny, 89, was quite ill in hospital. The last time I saw her alive I leaned over, kissed her forehead and told her I loved her (she was a real battleaxe, so it's the one and only time I'd ever done that). She was mostly out of it on meds, but suddenly became lucid, gripped my hand and said 'Thanks for coming'. I'm grateful for that last moment of love.
I have one So I was at my grandparents house and I was watching tv. All of a sudden my grandpa comes down the stairs and he looks normal and he's acting normal but when I see him I just feel some deep internal sadness. He makes himself some coffee and makes me some too. We drink coffee and joke and laugh. He starts walking back up the stairs and I say "I love you grandpa" and just don't really think anything else about it because my birthday was coming up. Three days after my birthday he gets shot and killed in his car. I just internally knew he was gonna pass, but it still sucked.
I remember having a bad feeling about my brother's girlfriend and I learned one day that she is abusive and now my brother broke up with that piece of trash
I had a cat who was a maine coon mix who was 15. One day after school he was behaving strangely all day (laying in weird spots, breathing heavy, loss of appetite), it just felt weird, and my whole family was worried about him all day. I fell asleep that night with him at my feet, but when I woke up for school he wasn’t in my bed. I walked down the stairs, turned on a light, and he was at the foot of the stairs. I bent down to pet him, but it just felt wrong, and I realized he isn’t breathing. I woke my mom up crying and said, “Touca isn’t breathing.” So yeah. I found my dead cat. And I still had to go to school, that sucked. RIP bubba boy
That happened to me but in a different way. My cat was also a maine coon. So heres the story. I was playing some minecraft at 1 AM, and I had a gut feeling that someone would die the next day. I was so shook while I was sleeping the night. I couldn't sleep due to the stress. The next morning I woke up to my 17 year old cat just making random moaning noises, like when you are in severe pain. Turns out he had a seizure. So when my sister and mom was going to go to the vet, I decided to stay home but gave him a huge hug and said, "Remember me when you are in heaven." My parents got to the vet about 15 minutes later. My sister said he was getting tests for his diabetes. They turned out to be fine. But then he had another seizure. My sister kept asking me if I wanted him to live or stop the suffering. Of course I wanted him to live. But I was crying so much from the previous things that happened and decided to ask my sister to tell him I said goodbye. About 5 minutes later, he got put to sleep, I will always remember that day because he was the pet that stayed with me the longest.
I had a strange and over the top "Something is wrong" feeling about my cousin who lived close to my home, like all I had to do is just cross the street and I am there. One night, I had a nightmare. In that nightmare there was a cop car, an ambulance and I have even walked inside to see his grieveing son, daughter and wife with his coffin in the room. Then they put him inside the ambulance car and drive away. I woke up with a bad feeling which didn't wanna go away until I had seen him the next week, on the streets. I approached him and he was a lot more happier than usual. After a small talk, he tells me "say hi to your parents for me!" I think to myself "Weird, I had a nightmare AND my gut feeling was going off like crazy and here he is, in top condition?" I go home and tell my parents that he had sent his regards, they both look at me and say "Wow, we see him once in a year and he never acts like that, are you sure that was him?" I shrug it off and spend the whole day just not trying to think about it by playing games and all that fun stuff. Woke up the next day, looked outside and saw an ambulance in front of his home, he died because of alcohol. As for the part where I enter the home? I did that too later, went inside to say my condolences to his wife and his kids and walked inside the room without anyone telling me where he was and oh boy, his coffin was there. They later picked him up and tthen he got burried. I still get goosebumps when I think about that, it feels like I have predicted the future and did nothing about it.
My dad told me when he was walking to his mother's house a lot of years back he looked up and saw that a ray of sunshine just randomly opened up for a few seconds before closing again. It was kinda subtle, but noticeable, and dad apparently got this feeling of dread that something had happened to his mother. She had died right before he got to her house.
Small amusing story, I was watching a bunch of "gut feeling" stories like this one, When i noticed my brother hadn't walked past me in a few videos. Checked the kitchen, and sure enough, he hadn't set a timer for the water he was boiling. I saved a pot.
Lol, one of mine went something like this: My mother was boiling some water to make some ramen for my sister while I was in the dining room. She went to go watch TV and when I started hearing the water, I said “Hey, weren’t you boiling water?” My mother’s reaction was priceless. “OH SHOOT”-
I had something like this the night my dog died. I was lying in bed but even though I was really tired I just couldn't sleep I had this feeling something was super wrong but didn't know what. When I finally fell asleep it was almost morning and my mom came to wake me up and told me she had passed away... Now everytime I get this feeling I freak out
Jay que no, I think it’s just cats. I don’t blame them. I’d like to die in my sleep alone. I am a loner after all. It just seems overwhelming, how ‘bout you?
I have a “gut feeling” story of my own. It was when I was in high school. Normally I would walk to and from school along a walking\bike path. (part of it goes through a forested area). Anyway one day at school something in my head kept telling me not go that way. On my way home that day I took a different route. When I got home I turned on the tv and the local news was on saying a cougar was spotted on that forested section of the path
Someone told me my father was going to die. I was asleep and woke up hearing this abrupt inaudible voice telling me to see him because he wouldn't be here much longer. I became hysterical and my then husband tried convincing me it was only a bad dream. It was just past 3am... I wasn't at all convinced so for the next 6 nights I went to see my father. My husband called me insane every single night when I got in. But, I knew I heard that warning and my mum had driven us apart for too long.. On the 7th night my father died 😢 I was crushed and mad that the "dream" was right. My ex apologized for days afterwards..but it was already too late for us. I was over it. This was 30 years ago and I'm still glad I didn't listen to him. Rip Dad. Happy Father's Day. I will miss you forever 😢
I’m sorry for your loss!! And yeah, I couldn’t imagine having a husband/ boyfriend who would invalidate my feelings or call me insane!! My heart goes out to you!
I was walking with my mom and brothers to our bus stop and it was raining, I had a feeling that I had to stop walking for a second. A lightning bolt stroke right infront of me. Me and my friend was walking around the gym and the first thing she said about the band teacher (who was teaching in the gym at the time) was "That guy is a pedophile." A few months pass, teacher gets fired and arrested for sexually assaulting and raping students.
When I was in fourth grade a very close family friend developed cancer (I don’t know which particular one). He was seemingly getting better until a year or so after (he was in the hospital the entire time because he was becoming kind of old). I got into fifth grade and in December of that year he had developed terminal cancer and it broke most of my family. One day during school in February I just broke out into tears and felt that something terrible had happened, and sure enough at the end of the school day when my grandmother came to pick me up, she told me these exact words: “Papou Stavros died today”. And I just felt that I had known that he died before even knowing. It was the weirdest thing. RIP Stavros you had an amazing impact on our family and you are greatly missed.
I think our subconsciois notices tiny signals. I’ve also heard that people with bad intent smell differently. Not enough for us to notice, but our subconscious definitely does
i’ve got a pretty weird story: me and my best friend randomly decided to have a sleepover one night. for some reason we picked my house to stay at last minute. the next morning my friend had to go home early because of some family issues. i learned later on that her father had nearly beaten his nephew to death in a drunken rage and the cops were called. really dodged a bullet with that one.
I just remembered the one I had: I had just hugged my grandfather goodbye (he was already having health issues) and was in the entry way when I got this feeling that I needed to look at him again and memorize his smiling face. Few days later my parents told me he died.
I had a similar situation with my ten year old dog, I was moving to a different province to work and moving out of my parents house, and when I was saying goodbye to my dog I had a feeling that I’d never see her again. Three weeks later my parents told me she had cancer and had to be put down
There's one that's a bad feeling and one that's just a"This happened." thing. Last year, my family had the funds to go out to Cali to visit our family there, but not the desire. My aunt had died out there a couple years back, and my grandmother was being a bit of a pill. However, my mom still loved her (grandma was her mom), and my brother felt bad for her. My dad convinced my family not to go (he hated her, and she hated him, so made sense). However, I persisted on going out there. In the end, I was forced to stay behind because "Your grandmother would mentally drain you in less than an hour." and "It isn't worth it." I had a bad feeling all summer, and while I kinda forgot about it, I still technically felt it that college semester. That winter, she was put into hospice care shortly after having a stroke. She'd just given up, despite the fact that her health was great for someone her age who survived a stroke. She was very vain, and just gave up on everything, leading to her being bedridden because she refused to even walk around the house. The other one has to do with her, actually, and is more recent. This past week or so, everyone's just waiting for the inevitable. We'd been expecting my grandmother to pass in January due to her rapidly declining health and desire to not be resuscitated (as well as her demands to be put in hospice care), and yet here we are in June with her alive and decent (not well, but not awful). My dad and I were off to see Detective Pikachu in the local theater (I have no friends, so I went with him since he was finally curious about Pokemon in general), and I just got this feeling as we were driving. My mom had flown out that morning to go to Cali to see her mom one more time, since things were looking sort of bleak and she'd had her own feeling that she had to go out *now.* We'd missed our first movie time, but as we were waiting, I just think 'You know what, grandma will be alive by the time mom gets to her.' No idea how I was so damn sure, but my dad's doubt just made it more firm. Not too long after his voiced doubts, mom's on the phone crying saying her mom's still alive, and she raised an eyebrow when she spoke to her so she definitely heard her. Mom was so happy she got to share all she felt with her mom before she passed. What made it weirder was that, after the movie, as my dad and I were discussing what we saw, I just looked at the clock and saw it was 7:45-7:50 ish and was like 'She's gone." Not ten minutes later, mom calls and said grandma's moved on about ten minutes prior to my saying so. Never happened to me before, and hopefully won't happen again (not that I don't appreciate the warning or anything, just would rather not have a shitty life experience thanks).
I've got lots but I'll give 3 1. Someone from my family was pregnant but I didn't know how long exactly. The whole day I had a weird feeling and was thinking about when the baby would be born and guess what. I come home and my mother shows me their baby. 2. I remember I was in school and got a feeling I was unsafe. Then I LITTERALY felt the ground shaking. Told my friend but she didn't feel anything. Came home and jokely asked my parents if there was an earthquake somewhere.... Gigantic earthquake in Thailand. It happened at the same time I felt the ground shake. 3. My grandma was recovering in the hospital from a really bad heart attack. A few days later I just woke up and started crying. I felt like I was missing something and then my mom came in my room to tell me she passed away. :/ (Sorry for bad English)
I remember, when in the middle of class, i got a feeling as if someone just punched me in the gut and even let out a tear of the pain. An hour later the school gossip was about how the US used an AC130 spectre and cruise missiles to just erase an ISIS hideout. A fair time later "The Brussels airport bombing occurred" in Belgium (Where I live). When the bombing happened I was in school and every class was either heavily disturbed or halted do to the news. The very moment I heard about what had happened I was reminded of the punch-like pain in my gut i experienced the other day. Never believed as much in the butterfly affect than at that very moment.
I'm from Belgium aswell, but the thing you are describing isn't the Butterfly Effect if I recall correctly. Still weird how these gur feelings/ intuitions work.
I have one Last year before I went to school my cat (who was 19, yes I know he was very old) couldn’t get up, he back legs just stopped working. I knew something was up. Later that day my dad got me from school and drove me to my moms house to say goodbye. Rip Damien 1999-2018
I get paranoid from anxiety so I'm not entirely convinced no one is actively trying to kill me at the moment. Anyway, my gut usually always lets me win those "how many ____ are in the jar?" Games. My cousins will spend time calculating the number and trying to hard, and I'll look at it, write down whichever number comes to my mind, and almost all of the time, that number is the closest or the exact number.
i was playing minecraft without sound at night, i started to dig down but after i dug down and havent found any caves or much redstone i had a weird feeling that there was going to be a cave or creeper somewhere, so i started digging down in a 1x2 way, and the next 3 blocks i broke, there was lava, if i didnt start digging in a 1x2 hole then i wouldve fell into the lava totally not me making up a fake story
This is one of the one times I can remember somewhat vividly from my childhood. When I was around 10/11, my mothers mother (grandmother) was ill. During the summer of 2017, though, she was in and out of hospitals. After what seemed to be the sixth hospitalization, she was home. Then, she felt sick again. Later on, during the night, she called 911. After they pulled off, with my grandmother inside of the truck, my cousin and I were breaking down crying. I had this angry/sad feeling that she wasn’t going to come back home, that I wouldn’t see her again, and that she would die. I couldn’t stop crying and my cousin’s mother was trying to calm me. She died about a month later from her illnesses. I never got a chance to visit her in the hospital she passed at, but that really was the last time I saw her.
Here's one experience I've had My mom doesn't have a thyroid and didn't have medicine for the longest time. One night she got really sick and very disoriented. She said she was fine and just needed to sleep but I ignored her and brought her to the hospital. It turns out she would've went into a coma if I didn't take her to the hospital
To all of the people that wrote such sad stories and to anyone going through a rough time, sending all my love to you ! Bless your heart and hope you have a wonderful day xx
I had a kitten when I was little, at the time I lived at my grandpas. She was the best cat. I only had her for a few days, but I fell in love. I had rescued her and she followed me everywhere, but she slept in the bathroom because she was messy. One day I woke up (on a school day) and my grandpa and mom and step grandma were all sitting there. They told me she was sick early morning and they brought her to the vet but they couldn’t do anything. I don’t remember if I cried. I don’t remember what happened, I just know they told me. That whole section of memory is gone. For years I cursed at myself and them for not being able to say goodbye, every wish I made was that I could have said goodbye. This is a few years later, I was over at my grandpas house with my sister and mom, where there was a cat who was old and had a lot of health problems. I enjoyed sitting with her, I for some reason felt like she understood me, not as in English just as in me. When I was over there that particular time, I just sort of wandered off into her room and away from the conversation. I sat there, petting her, for a solid while. Then when it was time to go, I said goodbye. I didn’t know why, I just did. I had this feeling, like I wasn’t going to see someone for a long time, kind of feeling. I geared up a little and repeated myself out loud, quietly, to say goodbye. She closed her eyes until I got up and watched me out. A few days later my sister forwards an Instagram post to me. She had passed away. I don’t think there’s anything that can make me cry faster or any more confusing and mixed emotion than thinking about that. I never regret not saying goodbye to my kitten. The look she gave me told me something, but I didn’t know until after she meant she’d tell Milo I said goodbye. I hope they know I’ll never cry regret for them, or sadness or pain. I only cry a thank you. I think that cat, Mamas, may have saved a little part of my life.
I have a feeling that the cat that you pet was somehow connected to your kitten, and when you said goodbye to the cat, you were actually saying goodbye to your kitten.
One time I was playing on my Xbox 360 and had a horrible gut feeling I tell my friends that I'll be right back and I walk into my mothers room and I seen her sitting against her bed because she can't move I started telling her "I'm calling 911 I'm calling 911!" and she started telling me no I eventually did it without her permission and turns out the discs in her spine were starting to dissappear
Jesus Christ....the dad with ALS didn’t kill himself to make his life easier it was for his family, he even calmly said goodbye to his kid You either die a hero or live long enough to become a villain He certainly died a hero
Not as severe but one day walking home from school, I was thinking about a toy my mom had ordered coming, hoping it came today, feeling like today was the day. Get home and guess what was sitting at the doorstep
i have 2 1. when i was going on vacation, we left my dog with my cousins. when i was saying bye, i had a bad feeling that something was off. i said bye like it was the last time i’d see her, and sadly it was:( 2. this was just the other night. i was walking my two new puppies with my dad. we live in a good neighborhood and have a low crime rate, so we weren’t worried. we have a few different paths we walk the dogs, but we took the short one since it was late. this path involves crossing a big street. when we got to the crosswalk, i noticed a guy walking and had a very suspicious feeling about him. i told my dad we should just walk back home because i’m tired and it’s quicker. he agreed. i took one more look at the guy and he was walking into another neighborhood. yesterday, we heard of a robbery in the neighborhood the guy walked into that night at 10:45 ish. we were walking at 10:15 (ik that’s a little late to walk the dogs but i like night walks lmao) i wonder if it was that guy who did it.
So when i was about 9 or 10 we got a new horse that my whole family was really happy about getting but i had a bad feeling that we had got ripped off but didnt mind telling anyone because they were all so happy about buying it.One day when we were going to be leaving for vacation i went out to the barn to feed and when i did something just felt odd,i told my family i wanted to stay home and look after him so they said ok,1 day after he coliced (foamed at the mouth because horses cant puke).I took him to the vet only to find out he had to be put down.RIP Perry you were so cute and died undefeated,that to say always ask for a vet appointment before buying any animal.
My dad would drive me to school everyday,but one day I got a weird feeling while he was driving me,I had these feelings occasionally whenever we'd have a photo day or something but this one felt important,so I told my dad I loved him,hugged and kissed him,and told him goodbye,later my dad never picked me up from school and when I finally got home he wasn't there,turns out he went to jail for shooting a man and attempted robbery. He really is a good man,but he said God told him to do it and he'd been delaying it for months out of fear
One that’s still crazy to me: Last June we had sent my dog to play where we usually send her for daycare (so they knew my dog well). When we went to pick her up the people who brought her to us said that they thought that she was “a little off today, just more quiet.” Fast forward 3 days, she had a seizure. 4 days after the first seizure she died. Turns out that there was a massive tumor growing in her brain that had finally pinched a nerve in her head.
When my grandpa neared the end of his life he wasn’t doing very well and spent a lot of time in hospitals. My grandma desperately tried to convince the manor care place to let him come home for thanksgiving to have dinner with us. (thanksgiving 2018, I had just turned 15 on November 11th and we celebrated at his manor care with him) I noticed he wasn’t eating and had his head in his hands a lot with his eyes closed. As my grandma was preparing to take him back to the manor care and we were saying goodbye I made sure he knew I loved him and gave him a hug because I had a good feeling he wouldn’t live much longer. He died at about 5 am the next morning, 3 days before his 80th birthday. I spoke at his service and was told that it’s a very uncommon thing for a 15 year old to do, but he was so special and I felt I had to. I’m really glad they let him come home for thanksgiving, and that his last memory was of a good time with his family. He was such a kind and loving person and he was just so great. I miss him💗
I had the gut feeling that on December 26 something horrible was going to happen I was trying to sleep I felt as if I should check if my hamsters cage door was closed, I felt as if I should close my room door, I felt as if I should put a blanket over my hamsters cage I ignored every feeling and fell asleep few hours later my hamsters cage is open I check the hamsters aren’t there I cry in panic because I have two cats I go to the living room there where my hamsters dead I cried all day that day I still wonder how differently my life would be if I listened to my gut I miss them there names were peanut and butter I loved them and miss them every day
I got one I was in my second year of university, living on campus. At this point, I only met my great grandmother once (lives in Mexico, and in her late 90s when this story happened), and that was when I was seven. She wasn't a big part in my life, but was huge in my mother's. Two years before, we found out that she had dementia and was slowly dying. We heard stories of our great aunts trying to keep her alive, helping her eat, giving her water, etc. Back on campus, it was Halloween night and I got home from a small, school-held gathering (I am not fun), stripped from my costume, and then got ready for bed. I usually just stay up late because all my classes were night classes. Midnight was about to come and I told myself that it was going to be Dia de los Muertos and we couldn't honor my great grandma yet. Completely out of nowhere, as she never really crossed my mind. An hour later, my mom called me. Odd, because she never called unless she missed me, and that was usually in the daytime. She was hysterical because my great grandmother had just died and her family in Mexico told my grandmother, who then told Mom about it. It didn't really affect me, as I only met her once and we never got to grow a relationship. I just found it odd that I basically, magically knew my great grandmother, a country away, was in her last hour of living with a terrible illness and would die in time for the Day of the Dead.
This is kind of creepy (and similar to one of the stories). I almost wake up before my alarm goes off. It was summer as well and I had to get up super early for uni etc. Me and my family had had a great weekend going to a fair, having BBQ and an overall good time. I came home from my (now ex) bf the night before and me and my parents have a really nice chat. The next day, I wake up before my alarm. Immediate panic. No idea what could be wrong. I get up, find my mom pacing around on the phone. She got a call from my dad's workplace, he had collapsed. Doctors had suspected he had a cronic lung disease. I was going to tell him to see another doctor a few weeks prior, but that was also close to his birthday. My parents had a whole vacation booked 2 weeks after. It was his heart all along - he did not survive. And I still regret not going with my gut. At work my dad also said something along the lines of: "don't worry, I'm okay, just a little dizzy, let me rest a bit." Everyone thought he was strong enough.
I suffer from childhood repressed memories so I can't get into much detail... but I remember leaving to school and feeling this pain while looking at one of my dogs... I hugged her tight and weirdly felt teary... got home and she didn't greet me. Found my mom in the kitchen and just asked if she was gone... cried in my mom's lap for hours
I had something similar to the dog story, but with my cat, Angel. She was 13 and had been running around like a kitten all day. It was the day after Christmas. It was late at night and I saw her walking toward the dining room. I had no real reason too, but I followed her. She fell over. Couldn't walk right. It was midnight and no vets were open. We couldn't get help. She seemed to perk up, and everyone thought she had pulled something while running around like a demon. But I knew. I went to bed with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and the hope that she would hold on long enough for me to say goodbye. She did. But had a seizure and passed. For a long time I blamed myself. She had been vomiting an awful lot(we attributed it to her eating too fast and gave smaller portions) and sometimes would seem unsteady in the months leading up to her death. I asked myself what if.... was it an illness? Could I have saved her if I had just spoken up? But I've let it go. There's no point in wondering. I can't help her, she's gone, but I can help Bella, the newest member of the family, a 7 year old calico with plenty of cattitude. Her story will end differently because I will be more vigilant this time. And if you have a pet, especially a cat, please remember, they are hiders. They 90% of the time are excellent at hiding illness unless and until it becomes too much to bear, and by then it is usually too late. You know them better than anyone. If you know something is off, Get. Them. To. The. Vet. Even if there's nothing they can do, at least you'll know it's coming and that you did all that you could.
4:55 (around that time stamp) Shit.. that hit me so hard because that could have been my dad.. he was diagnosed with ALS a few years ago.. I'm happy hes still with us but.. I'm also he has to suffer as well. I'm much older then this person, but I'm still a teen. Going through a parent death or watching your parent die is awful.. my heart goes to you and anyone else who needs it ❤❤
The one with the Great Grandma made me cry because I’ve gone over to my Grandmas house every Monday and Tuesday during summer for probably most of my life, and I fear every time I visit it will be the last time I see her because she is 92 and lives alone.
One normal saturday night, me and my mom were watching tv while dad was out to get some takeout from a nearby shop. Suddenly, i felt this really weird feeling and felt unusually sad. I started crying right away (i was 11). Not even 20 seconds later, a massive earthquake came which destroyed our home. I have ever since been spooked out.
Here's the one I always tell: When I was in 5th grade I used to go to this day care and I had been going there since kindergarten. But, towards the end of 5th grade, I decided I didn't like my daycare anymore and begged my parents to switch me to another one. Something in my gut just told me that I didn't feel comfortable at that daycare anymore (plus I had more friends in the other daycare). My parents relented and I was sent to the new daycare. Not even a week after I left, one of the little girls (about 3rd grade) was almost kidnapped by a man in a dark hoodie trying to lead her away to look at his "puppy". Thankfully, another girl pulled her away and they locked down the care. Police were called, everyone was fine but I don't think the man was ever caught. I can't tell you how thankful I was that I switched and I think about what if I hadn't from time to time.
I don’t know of these replies are trolls or not but there are different types of laughter. And OP literally just said the video was sad, not funny. Don’t be stupid.
One day I went to work at Wendy's (18) and I was not feeling...well. Everything felt wrong, the world felt wrong, my gut told me to go back to sleep but I continued to ignore it. I felt like this for a while now, this day was nothing new to me. Context, I had worked at Wendy's for about 2 years before this point, and this was one of my last days working there... I went to work and the first thing I was told was "We need you at *close location up the road*, they're short staffed and *super busy event* is gonna swamp them worse than us tonight." So I go there, slowly but surely I get greeted into the place and it's practically identical except for the layout of certain things, and slap me on drive thru. As I deal with what might have been the 30th or 40th person, I have one more guy before I get sent on Lunch and somebody will cover me for my lunch break... And the last guy I dealt with decided to get very hysterical with me. I was already feeling like crap, physically and emotionally and hid it well during my shift, laughing and putting on a brave face with the rest of them...but something about this man broke me. "The hell you laughing about, boy?" "What the fuck are you so cheery about?" "Go fucking kill yourself, faggot." The faggot one got the attention of my manager who quickly shooed him off, telling him to never return, but something about those lines (and much more) got to me, and as I went on break, I passed by the dish washing station and the prep knives (sharp green handle knives meant for bulk lettuce and strawberry prep) were in the tumbler... My left hand instinctively reached for one and as I handled it, my eyes just froze staring at it...I lost all sensation in my body and just became a statue holding this knife. My arms shook and I was legitimately afraid of what was NOT going through my mind at that moment...no thoughts, nothing saying "do it" or "don't do it", just...blank. For about 5 minutes this went on and my manager noticed me, quickly snapping out of everything and yanking me away from the knife, tossing it back in the tumbler and shaking my shoulders, asking if I was okay...I had nothing for her, I just stayed silent. She tried to continually repeat the words "It's going to be okay" over and over while she offered to let me off early...even though the rush was about to start and I was needed the moment my lunch break was over... I took it, I don't remember how but I remember I did...and I called my then girlfriend (now fiancee) and told her what I remembered and she immediately demanded I hop in my car if I was able, and drive down to the hospital, admit myself into ER if I had to and tell the doc everything. I got to the hospital, telling triage what happened and they sat me down in waiting room, where I waited for a grand total of 2 minutes before they hurried me into a room, giving me an IV and a warm blanket, asking questions. As they finished up, my girlfriend had apparently gotten a ride from her caretaker and hugged me tighter than I could describe, but just shy of breaking my shoulders, telling me she loved me. She told me "Don't you ever do something this stupid, ever! I love you too much for that to happen!" I proposed almost a year after that happened...if my manager didn't notice, if my girlfriend didn't advise me to go the hospital...if I just stayed home that day...hell, I have no idea where I would be right now.
The cancer story really hits close to home as my father nearly died of stage 4 kidney cancer, but he survived and is so thankful. I really do love my father and am so glad my dad has been here my whole life. I know not everyone is as fortunate, and my heart goes out to you all. ❤❤ I will never take life for granted, not after nearly loosing my father.
I was doing you know what and I heard something. My gut said.. “you should stop just in case”. But I kept going. Until I saw the hallway light turn on witch notfied me that my mom was upstairs and she kept flicking the light to get my attention.
The Great Gran story I can relate to. A year or two ago I had a great grandma that I loved dearly. We visited and I couldn’t wait to go back. She passed away before our next visit and I cried and thought about her for about a month or two.
I had a gut feeling when i was seven .i had My cat eating and i felt something wierd and Took the cat from the food Bowl.. about a week later....he almost died by food poisoning and we had to put him down... Rip Loki 2009-2013 he was a nice cat
One time my mom, my cousin, my aunt, and I were driving in Grand Rapids Michigan. Everyone who lives in Michigan knows that Grand Rapids' traffic sucks. We pulled out of a The Outback and I got this strange feeling and looked out the window. I saw this car and I knew it was going to hit us. Everyone else just didn't seem to notice. I gripped on to my door and then the car slammed us. Cousin hurt her legs, mom had whiplash and bruised her ribs and my aunt had whiplash. Jaws of life had to pry open my mom's door. Thank God I held onto that door or I could have seriously been hurt.
I was preparing to go on a trip to the countryside with my parents , that morning I was paralysed and began crying without a specefic reason , nobody knew what was going on but whenever I was thinking of our trip I started loosing control over myself. So we decided not to go (at least not this week) , two days later we were informed that a terrible accident happened the day of our trip , and because of it the road was blocked for a week ( people were stuck)
Omg the one about the cat made me think about my dog. I had this old shih tsu named Joe and he was the best dog we'd ever had. He was super sweet and loved almost everyone. He wasn't in perfect health as he had arthritis but otherwise was perfectly fine. Suddenly he'd gotten very ill. His legs stopped working, it was very hard for him to use his hind legs so my dad would carry him outside to potty. Then within 24 he would get these like... painful fits and whine in pain unless someone curled up next to him to calm him down. We had just taken him to the vet for a check up and everything was fine but this was deteriorating fast... the night before we took him to the vet I slept next to him on the floor so he wouldn't be alone and would stay calm. Something in me knew this would be his last night with us... I knew it'd be something we either couldn't afford to have done nor he'd be strong enough to endure any procedures. My dad pick out Joe, my dad loooooved Joe. This was his favorite pet he'd ever had. And my dad is a very emotionally constipated of a man so he never cries, ever. He was bawling like a baby over how bad Joe had gotten and when we heard the news it was some type of organ failure... and that he'd likely never survive surgery. So we all made the heart breaking decision to let him go.... We all miss him so much.... our house feels so empty... my friends all miss my little old man. He was the goodests of boys R.i.p. Joe May 2019
I had a horrible gut feeling one night... it was one that I knew was directed to my dog (8yrs old) and I said my goodbye just in case, he had to go to the animal hospital, he Lived but was in pain, hes now a happy boi that's 9yrs old
I had a grand- aunt that I loved so much. I usually gave her gifts ( plushies, candies, all that jazz) every time we visited. She was beginning to have money problems and she was getting sick. On one visit, something told me to give her flowers. I have no idea why, it just seemed right. That was our last visit, she passed away from lung failure. She was the best, not perfect, but she was very kind. That particular day I also behaved extremely good for no apparent reason. My last words to her were: “I love you”
Deodorant is a good substitute for pepper spray. Pens and pencils can be used to stab a potential kidnapper in the neck, eyes and other vulnerable areas. Same with keys. If put in a hold from behind, go limp and sag to escape if fighting back doesn't work, it may loosen their grip or get them to hesitate a second for you to either catch them off guard or get away. Look up self defence: alarms, sprays, defence objects (disguised knives as jewellery, cosmetics or key chains for example) possibly self defence classes if you'd rather. Find what's legal in your area or the area you're travelling to. If these dreams are genuinely bothering you, find out how you can protect yourself and what you can do if you are kidnapped, perhaps it will help put your mind at ease?
@@wsdadasdawf8384 haha, no problem. I was thinking along the lines of "people usually have nightmares of things they're worried/scared about". Hopefully you have better dreams!
1:20 - It was the same with my cat. We spent 16 wonderful years together and although she was healthy I had a bad feeling one day. I knew I would be leaving for summer camp the next day so my best friend (who also loved her very much) came over and we spent a wonderful last evening cuddling and playing with her. That night, I said goodbye to her. She died a few hours after I left. I felt so heartbroken for not being with her in her final moments but I'm glad I knew when to say goodbye so I could tell her everything I had to. Rest in peace my beautiful angel 💕 Penelope † 19 July 2019
My dad always says to trust your gut instinct. He says "If something feels wrong, then it probably is". He always says that when I go somewhere without a parent or guardian just to remind me that if you get a bad vibe from someone, to just not trust them so nothing bad will happen.
This is my story: This was when I was in year 4, so when I was 10. One day I woke up to a feeling that something was wrong. I also woke up before my parents woke me up, which was and is extremely rare. So, I got up and went to the kitchen and found my dad leaning on the counter. Not unusual, he had/has back problems and leans on the counter to help ease the pain. But I still asked him if he was ok. He sat me down and told me gently that my nan (his mother) had passed away. I don’t remember anything else of that day.
Once, when I was home alone, I heard someone knocking on the door. I tried to convince myself they were knocking on a neighbor's door, but I wouldn't have heard it so loudly if it had been that. I hid out of view of any windows and a few minutes later heard someone say "There's no one home, let's go." I don't know who they were or why they were there, but I was really scared, and I kept trying to convince myself they were lawn guys, but I knew that wasn't it. I hope I find out who they are some day.
In 4th grade on the last few days or school we were doing fun activities but I skipped water day because I had a bad feeling and then it starting raining bad and lightning struck almost 20 feet from all the kids
Ive had two of these, both this year The first was during our finale day of doing the musical. We had to wait for 30 minutes before it started, as they had to call an ambulance for someome who passed out. I immediately thought “its mom, isnt it?”(my mom had nose surgery a few days prior, but still decided to try and come). Yup, it was mom. The second one was earlier this month. I was staying at moms(divorces parents), as dad was feeling sick all week. That morning he had decided to go to the doctors, and I had thought nothing of it. Untill mom said we had to go to the doctors asap. All during the car ride, I just thought “dad has cancer”. i dont know why, but I did. And again, I was right. He had pancreatic cancer, and only had 3-6 months to live. He didnt even get that long. I miss you dad
When I was 18, one of my good church friends was 15. One Sunday at church, we were walking down the hallway together headed to our separate classes just chatting it up and laughing. We came to where we had to part ways and hugged. I had a strange feeling and told her that I loved her, and hope she enjoyed her class. She smiled and said the same. I stood there watching her as she walked away and something told me that was going to be the last time I saw her. She died in a car accident a few days later. It was tragic and her funeral was difficult. I think about her and this experience from time to time. God rest your soul, B.
My story : Went to a local family video. 5 minutes down the street and after shopping and was on the way back I got a sickening feeling and started to sprint home and busted through the door to find my father having a seizure
I work at a dog daycare and I see many dogs, both big and small. I have a huge soft spot for big dogs and absolutely LOVE malamutes. However, there was one malamute who came in and on the first day I saw him, I had that gut feeling that I should never trust this dog, ever. After a few weeks, he became a huge fence fighter and on a couple of occasions, tried to nip when someone put on his collar. Almost 1 year after meeting him, he whipped around suddenly with absolutely no warning and attacked my boss (the owner of the building). I had been saying for months to anyone who would listen that we shouldn’t trust that dog and we should treat him with caution, that I just knew he was going to bite someone, and badly, but somehow everyone was shocked that he’d bitten our boss. Smh, this wasn’t even the first time my gut feeling had been absolutely dead on either!
idk if this counts but I started my sophomore year in 2018 and a month before school started I was like, “I have a feeling that this year is going to treat me horribly”. And yes. It was the worst year of my life and i knew it would be before it even started. So many bad things happened and no good things. I knew it from the beginning.
When I was a teenager, I did volunteer work with underprivileged kids on the weekend. 1 day while everyone was eating at the empty cafeteria, I had a feeling a kid was missing. Not a single sign to indicate this because believe it or not, when you leave 50 kids to a bunch of teenagers, no one thinks to do a headcount at reasonable intervals. But my gut feeling was unshakeable. So I asked a few kids if they noticed one of their friends was missing and they said no. Despite this, I followed my instincts and walked the school grounds by myself while everyone else headed for the school hall. Then I saw him. 8 years old. (I was assigned to work with 12 year olds hence I did not recognise him at all). Alone and in tears, walking straight out of the school gate by himself without any of his belongings. He later told me that he didn't even know the way home. I caught up to him and brought him back. He was upset because some bully had hurt him. I made sure the bully got an earful from the teacher (who was supposed to keep an eye on us but barely left the staff room). Gut instincts are weird but useful.
Bus had rod knock and you could smell burning oil After a mile bus stopped and caught fire I could have informed the bus driver but i was standing there Doing nothing
My girlfriend has a gut feeling that is nearly never wrong - if she says anything like "I don't feel right about this", I will always follow her suggestions - due to several incidents that aren't relative to this particular story. She will always say that this is the worst time that her gut has ever given her, and she still wishes her brother would have listened to her. So, her best friend is a bit of an oddity, but a great guy. My GF and her brother went to meet her best friend and her dad at a bar, and they spent the night pretty heavily drinking - it was during the holiday or something, not something she does often. Anyway, her best friend got incredibly wasted, and eventually she decided to take him home. Her brother went with them. When they stopped at the BFF's house, my girlfriend immediately said to her brother that they should just get him (BFF) out of the car and into his room, and then leave to go to another bar (it was still pretty early and she and her brother were tipsy and not as far along as the BFF, small town so bars are close by and the roads aren't too dangerous). Her brother said that they should at least go in to check that the BFF was OK, and she relented but said: "Ok, but I've got a real bad feeling if we go in there, we're not gonna get to go anywhere else tonight. Let's hurry." They got BFF as far as the couch, where he promptly fell asleep and my GF pulled her brother's arm to GTFO. He still milled about, saying something about whether they shouldn't get BFF to his room, but my GF absolutely insisted that no, they should just get the hell out. As they got to the car, and she switched the car on - just about to get out of there, the BFF's roommates came out and asked what was going on. GF just wanted to go, but her brother agreed to go inside to discuss the situation with the roommates. As they entered the living room, they found BFF had slumped off the couch, so GF's brother and a roommate tried to get him to his feet. And that's when shit hit the fan, the floor, and the walls. BFF had it coming out of both ends - shat on GF's brother's legs, the living room floor, all over himself, and was now lying in a puddle of shit, piss, and vomit. No one had the stomach to clean him up, save one person who was going "I told you so." My GF cleaned him up, gave him a bath and a shower, and got him into bed. The whole process was a shitshow, involving lots of friendly-fire vomit, since nobody's stomachs held up and everyone ended up in a vomit-line outside. They're still best friends, but she never got to go to the other bar that night, and her brother tends to listen to her gut more often.
Cool trick I can do. If I feel the side of a coin and I suddenly get a relaxed feeling in my stomach, that means it will flip to that side. I tested it with my brother, and I guessed right every time. Try it yourself! Maybe it isn’t just me.
A couple years ago, around 2016, my Nana was in the hospital being treated for pneumonia. She looked very ill and didn't look like her regular self but was still happy. Usually when people I love or know go into the hospital, I try not to worry as I feel that they are in good hands and always end up coming out of the hospital. My dad, brother and I brought her Chick-Fil-A that day and talked to her, and as we left the room I had this horrible gut feeling that this was the last time I'd talk to her. I felt I had to say something important, but the most important thing I wanted her to know was I loved her. I remember yelling back to her as we walked off, "LOVE YOU, NANA!" That night her heart failed and they had to resuscitate her and transfer her to a different facility. She never woke up and eventually ended up passing away. I'm so glad I was able to at least tell her I loved her one last time because my Nana meant the absolute world to my family and I.
These stories are so sad, and to agree with some others, the suicide story really got me too. I had one of these experiences too. During christmas break this year, my dad needed to run up to his office at night, and I had this feeling all day that we were gonna crash... that the next vehicle I stepped into was gonna crash, and I decided that if my dad was gonna crash, I was gonna go with him and tell him about the feeling I had so he was extra careful. We got up to his shop safely (about a 15 minute drive), and now I was really nervous for the ride home. We ran into no one for 13 minutes, it was a clear night and no vehicles in sight, but I still had this lingering feeling that we were gonna crash. Idk, it kept getting stronger and i just knew. And, half a mile from our house, a huge deer runs right out in the middle of the road and we crashed right into it. I could literally see our street sign, and we hit it going 55 and skidded to a stop in a second. We were both find, didn't even dent the truck and only got a little whip lash, but I learned to always trust my gut from that. I still get feelings from time to time and I listen to them, bc ik that next time, we may not be so lucky.
I had a experience like this, My old Guinea pig (who was always hungry and never turned down food) Suddenly stopped eating and drinking and I was the only one suspicious about it so I told my parents we need to take him to the vet, they said “he is fine”. the next day I went to school, when I came home he was very dehydrated and hungry so his stomach was making weird noises and was very light, then I broke into tears then my dad came to see what was wrong (my Mom was at work) I told him about it, then he looked at my Guinea pig for a couple of minutes then decided we should take him to the vet. he called the local vet and they said they were booked out for the afternoon so we called another vet and they were also booked out so they gave us the number to another vet (who were 20mins away) who could give him a emergency appointment. When we arrived our guinea by then our pig was in a very bad state of health. When we got there they took a look at him for a hour, then they called us in. They told us about everything. Then they gave us a decision, to take him to the pet hospital (which would of costed us thousands of dollars) Or to put him to sleep. We couldn’t afford the hospital bill so, We had to put him to sleep😭. They made us bookmarks of his paw prints and gave us some of his fur in a bag, and they wrapped up his body in a beautiful cloth tied up with ribbon, a poem and some flowers, we buried him that night... P.S. His name was Oreo
Both of my friends are pretty suicidal and go to the psychiatrist several days per week. I learned that if I ever feel that I HAVE to talk to them (we study in different places and in different cities) there's a reason. Because of these feeling I stopped several suicide and self punishment attempts and helped them when they felt down. I feel like I need to help them right now but there is a wall between us and I have been having several problems too... tho I try my best to take care of them
I've had feelings like that on and off my whole life. Usually just a case of "Hey sis, this person isn't your friends, she's using you" that was always correct. At least twice I've looked at someone and it was like looking at a grave. One was a random last on the street. (yes i stopped to tell her God told me to tell her to go check up with her doctor. idk what happened to her) The other was a girl in high school and i felt like she had a month or so left. Convinced my sister to tell her since I'm shy. My sister told me a few years later that the girl had been unnerved and checked with her doctor only to find out that she had endstage cancer or something. I had given her 4 weeks with her family instead of the 1 she would have otherwise had when symptoms kicked in.
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The one about the elderly man was endearing because that man had probably lost many people in his life and to gain a random friend, who gave him companionship was beautiful.
I would have an elderly as a friend any day
One of the cool boomers
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Captain plaque I dislike cuz of boomer
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I’ve got one that I’ll never forget:
My cat, Aretha, was two years old when I was born back in 2002. She stayed clear of me while I was a baby and watched me grow up. When I was able to properly pet and care for animals, she became 10x more affectionate to me. When I entered high school, I knew she was getting really old and I should spend more time with her. In 2017, I visited my moms house before I left for summer camp, and Aretha was a lot more active than usual. She was a very old lady (17), so this was rather odd, but my gut told me to play and hang out with her because I had a feeling that this might be the last time I see her. I then left for camp a few days later. A few days into camp, I suddenly felt absolutely horrible for seemingly no reason. Nothing bad had happened to me, so I assumed that I had a bad night. When I got back home, I found out that Aretha died that day. I feel like my connection to her was disrupted that day. She was one of the greatest pets I’ve ever had and I’ll always love her.
Rest In Peace Aretha T. Cat. I love you and miss you 💖
*beautiful* tfs 💓👼
hadiisaboss Ok Wtf! So rude. You have problems
@@hadiisaboss5307 would *have*
If you're going to troll at least learn basic grammar.
Mawshards, I'm so sorry you lost your lovely buddy. My heart broke when I lost my two old boys, aged 17 and 19, who had been with me since when they were very young. The weirdest thing was that on each of their final trips to the vet we saw a rainbow. I knew what that meant. RIP Oscar and Samuel, I love you and miss you both too xx
Can you not
*AHHH THE LIGHT THEME IT BURNS*
Was searching for someone who will say this so it won't be only me 🤣
*hiss* It burns!!!!!!!
Omg i love the white 😳
EVIL LIGHT MODE
Vampire
My granny, 89, was quite ill in hospital. The last time I saw her alive I leaned over, kissed her forehead and told her I loved her (she was a real battleaxe, so it's the one and only time I'd ever done that). She was mostly out of it on meds, but suddenly became lucid, gripped my hand and said 'Thanks for coming'. I'm grateful for that last moment of love.
I have one
So I was at my grandparents house and I was watching tv. All of a sudden my grandpa comes down the stairs and he looks normal and he's acting normal but when I see him I just feel some deep internal sadness. He makes himself some coffee and makes me some too. We drink coffee and joke and laugh. He starts walking back up the stairs and I say "I love you grandpa" and just don't really think anything else about it because my birthday was coming up. Three days after my birthday he gets shot and killed in his car. I just internally knew he was gonna pass, but it still sucked.
sorry for ur loss
Where did this take place, California?
Shot-? What the heck...
but may your grandpa rest in peace..
I remember having a bad feeling about my brother's girlfriend and I learned one day that she is abusive and now my brother broke up with that piece of trash
Do you really think that ":3" was appropriate in here
@@berlin8602 sorry, I'll get rid of it
Lolol
@@BlackArcherGaming How is it funny?!?!!
Whoo abusive girls - can't always blame the men for being the abusive ones in relationships now.
7:15
I REALLY hate parents like that.
U mean entitled parents?
Ali Nassereddine no, punch them down the stairs in the head
R/entitledparents
I had a cat who was a maine coon mix who was 15. One day after school he was behaving strangely all day (laying in weird spots, breathing heavy, loss of appetite), it just felt weird, and my whole family was worried about him all day. I fell asleep that night with him at my feet, but when I woke up for school he wasn’t in my bed. I walked down the stairs, turned on a light, and he was at the foot of the stairs. I bent down to pet him, but it just felt wrong, and I realized he isn’t breathing. I woke my mom up crying and said, “Touca isn’t breathing.” So yeah. I found my dead cat. And I still had to go to school, that sucked. RIP bubba boy
my mom isnt the only one who calls her cat bubba boy?
The same thing happened to my rabbit
That happened to me but in a different way. My cat was also a maine coon. So heres the story.
I was playing some minecraft at 1 AM, and I had a gut feeling that someone would die the next day. I was so shook while I was sleeping the night. I couldn't sleep due to the stress.
The next morning I woke up to my 17 year old cat just making random moaning noises, like when you are in severe pain. Turns out he had a seizure. So when my sister and mom was going to go to the vet, I decided to stay home but gave him a huge hug and said, "Remember me when you are in heaven." My parents got to the vet about 15 minutes later. My sister said he was getting tests for his diabetes. They turned out to be fine. But then he had another seizure. My sister kept asking me if I wanted him to live or stop the suffering. Of course I wanted him to live. But I was crying so much from the previous things that happened and decided to ask my sister to tell him I said goodbye. About 5 minutes later, he got put to sleep, I will always remember that day because he was the pet that stayed with me the longest.
I had a cat it was really old one day I headed out to school and just knew he was dead sure enough got home and he was dead
I called my cat "category" because she would get fussy if I fed him the same cat food 3 days or I haven't changed her poop box in 2 days
I had a strange and over the top "Something is wrong" feeling about my cousin who lived close to my home, like all I had to do is just cross the street and I am there.
One night, I had a nightmare. In that nightmare there was a cop car, an ambulance and I have even walked inside to see his grieveing son, daughter and wife with his coffin in the room. Then they put him inside the ambulance car and drive away. I woke up with a bad feeling which didn't wanna go away until I had seen him the next week, on the streets. I approached him and he was a lot more happier than usual. After a small talk, he tells me "say hi to your parents for me!"
I think to myself "Weird, I had a nightmare AND my gut feeling was going off like crazy and here he is, in top condition?"
I go home and tell my parents that he had sent his regards, they both look at me and say "Wow, we see him once in a year and he never acts like that, are you sure that was him?"
I shrug it off and spend the whole day just not trying to think about it by playing games and all that fun stuff. Woke up the next day, looked outside and saw an ambulance in front of his home, he died because of alcohol. As for the part where I enter the home? I did that too later, went inside to say my condolences to his wife and his kids and walked inside the room without anyone telling me where he was and oh boy, his coffin was there. They later picked him up and tthen he got burried. I still get goosebumps when I think about that, it feels like I have predicted the future and did nothing about it.
My dad told me when he was walking to his mother's house a lot of years back he looked up and saw that a ray of sunshine just randomly opened up for a few seconds before closing again. It was kinda subtle, but noticeable, and dad apparently got this feeling of dread that something had happened to his mother.
She had died right before he got to her house.
I trust my gut more than I trust any human
I trust mine because it mostly says ‘order pizza’
@@coolfrog8777 it is smart to listen when a gut asks for pizza it gets pizza lmao
But what if your guts
Are small humans?
Jumbled MegaDerp *law order and victim*
@@NaxDucky Kirby actually absorbs your guts. Then, Kirby Digests your body and Turns into You.
Small amusing story,
I was watching a bunch of "gut feeling" stories like this one,
When i noticed my brother hadn't walked past me in a few videos.
Checked the kitchen, and sure enough, he hadn't set a timer for the water he was boiling.
I saved a pot.
Lol, one of mine went something like this:
My mother was boiling some water to make some ramen for my sister while I was in the dining room.
She went to go watch TV and when I started hearing the water, I said “Hey, weren’t you boiling water?”
My mother’s reaction was priceless.
“OH SHOOT”-
@@LittleLilac27 Haha, awesome.
Good save
Lol, that is very amusing.
I had something like this the night my dog died.
I was lying in bed but even though I was really tired I just couldn't sleep I had this feeling something was super wrong but didn't know what. When I finally fell asleep it was almost morning and my mom came to wake me up and told me she had passed away...
Now everytime I get this feeling I freak out
Dogs like most animals like to die alone for some odd reason i forgor why
Jay que no, I think it’s just cats. I don’t blame them. I’d like to die in my sleep alone. I am a loner after all. It just seems overwhelming, how ‘bout you?
@@Have-You-Ever-Wondered228 yea i guess lol
@@jayque2750 I know I'm depressing lol sorry
@@Have-You-Ever-Wondered228 nah its ok lol
I have a “gut feeling” story of my own.
It was when I was in high school. Normally I would walk to and from school along a walking\bike path. (part of it goes through a forested area). Anyway one day at school something in my head kept telling me not go that way. On my way home that day I took a different route. When I got home I turned on the tv and the local news was on saying a cougar was spotted on that forested section of the path
Someone told me my father was going to die. I was asleep and woke up hearing this abrupt inaudible voice telling me to see him because he wouldn't be here much longer. I became hysterical and my then husband tried convincing me it was only a bad dream. It was just past 3am... I wasn't at all convinced so for the next 6 nights I went to see my father. My husband called me insane every single night when I got in. But, I knew I heard that warning and my mum had driven us apart for too long..
On the 7th night my father died 😢 I was crushed and mad that the "dream" was right. My ex apologized for days afterwards..but it was already too late for us. I was over it.
This was 30 years ago and I'm still glad I didn't listen to him.
Rip Dad. Happy Father's Day. I will miss you forever 😢
Kari Short sorry for your loss
God sometimes tells you things in dreams
Awe :/ wish the best for u
Girls, if you ever have a man who tells you to ignore you gut feeling, ESPECIALLY about your family, do what Kari over here did and DUMP HIS ASS.
I’m sorry for your loss!! And yeah, I couldn’t imagine having a husband/ boyfriend who would invalidate my feelings or call me insane!! My heart goes out to you!
I was walking with my mom and brothers to our bus stop and it was raining, I had a feeling that I had to stop walking for a second. A lightning bolt stroke right infront of me.
Me and my friend was walking around the gym and the first thing she said about the band teacher (who was teaching in the gym at the time) was "That guy is a pedophile." A few months pass, teacher gets fired and arrested for sexually assaulting and raping students.
Grandfather: *Lives to be over 90 after getting struck by lightning*
Lightning: Impossible
say that to the guy who got struck 7 times
@@risalockwood1978 i heard that guy committed suicide, so maybe all the lightning got him mentally
@@bv83x ah yes the lighting is making people psycho
@@ajamask7140 why did you reply 8 months later you know i don't shit about what's happening anymore
@@bv83x ya like jazz?
When I was in fourth grade a very close family friend developed cancer (I don’t know which particular one). He was seemingly getting better until a year or so after (he was in the hospital the entire time because he was becoming kind of old). I got into fifth grade and in December of that year he had developed terminal cancer and it broke most of my family. One day during school in February I just broke out into tears and felt that something terrible had happened, and sure enough at the end of the school day when my grandmother came to pick me up, she told me these exact words: “Papou Stavros died today”. And I just felt that I had known that he died before even knowing. It was the weirdest thing.
RIP Stavros you had an amazing impact on our family and you are greatly missed.
Yeah man, gut feelings are truly weird shit.
I think our subconsciois notices tiny signals. I’ve also heard that people with bad intent smell differently. Not enough for us to notice, but our subconscious definitely does
Neonic Plays yes, sometimes, however you should count in the ones that people were just paranoid and something happened to happen at the same time
i’ve got a pretty weird story:
me and my best friend randomly decided to have a sleepover one night. for some reason we picked my house to stay at last minute. the next morning my friend had to go home early because of some family issues. i learned later on that her father had nearly beaten his nephew to death in a drunken rage and the cops were called. really dodged a bullet with that one.
That's dark bro
It's more he dodged a beating
I just remembered the one I had:
I had just hugged my grandfather goodbye (he was already having health issues) and was in the entry way when I got this feeling that I needed to look at him again and memorize his smiling face. Few days later my parents told me he died.
I'm sorry for your loss
Some are epic af
Some are sad
Some are scary wtf
some hit hard 🙁 really hard
I had a similar situation with my ten year old dog, I was moving to a different province to work and moving out of my parents house, and when I was saying goodbye to my dog I had a feeling that I’d never see her again. Three weeks later my parents told me she had cancer and had to be put down
There's one that's a bad feeling and one that's just a"This happened." thing.
Last year, my family had the funds to go out to Cali to visit our family there, but not the desire. My aunt had died out there a couple years back, and my grandmother was being a bit of a pill. However, my mom still loved her (grandma was her mom), and my brother felt bad for her. My dad convinced my family not to go (he hated her, and she hated him, so made sense). However, I persisted on going out there. In the end, I was forced to stay behind because "Your grandmother would mentally drain you in less than an hour." and "It isn't worth it." I had a bad feeling all summer, and while I kinda forgot about it, I still technically felt it that college semester. That winter, she was put into hospice care shortly after having a stroke. She'd just given up, despite the fact that her health was great for someone her age who survived a stroke. She was very vain, and just gave up on everything, leading to her being bedridden because she refused to even walk around the house.
The other one has to do with her, actually, and is more recent. This past week or so, everyone's just waiting for the inevitable. We'd been expecting my grandmother to pass in January due to her rapidly declining health and desire to not be resuscitated (as well as her demands to be put in hospice care), and yet here we are in June with her alive and decent (not well, but not awful). My dad and I were off to see Detective Pikachu in the local theater (I have no friends, so I went with him since he was finally curious about Pokemon in general), and I just got this feeling as we were driving. My mom had flown out that morning to go to Cali to see her mom one more time, since things were looking sort of bleak and she'd had her own feeling that she had to go out *now.* We'd missed our first movie time, but as we were waiting, I just think 'You know what, grandma will be alive by the time mom gets to her.' No idea how I was so damn sure, but my dad's doubt just made it more firm. Not too long after his voiced doubts, mom's on the phone crying saying her mom's still alive, and she raised an eyebrow when she spoke to her so she definitely heard her. Mom was so happy she got to share all she felt with her mom before she passed.
What made it weirder was that, after the movie, as my dad and I were discussing what we saw, I just looked at the clock and saw it was 7:45-7:50 ish and was like 'She's gone." Not ten minutes later, mom calls and said grandma's moved on about ten minutes prior to my saying so.
Never happened to me before, and hopefully won't happen again (not that I don't appreciate the warning or anything, just would rather not have a shitty life experience thanks).
I've got lots but I'll give 3
1. Someone from my family was pregnant but I didn't know how long exactly. The whole day I had a weird feeling and was thinking about when the baby would be born and guess what. I come home and my mother shows me their baby.
2. I remember I was in school and got a feeling I was unsafe. Then I LITTERALY felt the ground shaking. Told my friend but she didn't feel anything. Came home and jokely asked my parents if there was an earthquake somewhere.... Gigantic earthquake in Thailand. It happened at the same time I felt the ground shake.
3. My grandma was recovering in the hospital from a really bad heart attack. A few days later I just woke up and started crying. I felt like I was missing something and then my mom came in my room to tell me she passed away. :/
(Sorry for bad English)
HanHan I’ve done the first one before it really spooked me out 😂😂
2 - you could actually felt it.
@@drdrdrk Yeah it happened recently again and I'm freaked out lol
That was your grandma telling you goodbye before she goes ❤
I remember, when in the middle of class, i got a feeling as if someone just punched me in the gut and even let out a tear of the pain.
An hour later the school gossip was about how the US used an AC130 spectre and cruise missiles to just erase an ISIS hideout.
A fair time later "The Brussels airport bombing occurred" in Belgium (Where I live).
When the bombing happened I was in school and every class was either heavily disturbed or halted do to the news.
The very moment I heard about what had happened I was reminded of the punch-like pain in my gut i experienced the other day.
Never believed as much in the butterfly affect than at that very moment.
I'm from Belgium aswell, but the thing you are describing isn't the Butterfly Effect if I recall correctly. Still weird how these gur feelings/ intuitions work.
I have one
Last year before I went to school my cat (who was 19, yes I know he was very old) couldn’t get up, he back legs just stopped working. I knew something was up. Later that day my dad got me from school and drove me to my moms house to say goodbye.
Rip Damien 1999-2018
I get paranoid from anxiety so I'm not entirely convinced no one is actively trying to kill me at the moment.
Anyway, my gut usually always lets me win those "how many ____ are in the jar?" Games. My cousins will spend time calculating the number and trying to hard, and I'll look at it, write down whichever number comes to my mind, and almost all of the time, that number is the closest or the exact number.
i was playing minecraft without sound at night, i started to dig down but after i dug down and havent found any caves or much redstone i had a weird feeling that there was going to be a cave or creeper somewhere, so i started digging down in a 1x2 way, and the next 3 blocks i broke, there was lava, if i didnt start digging in a 1x2 hole then i wouldve fell into the lava
totally not me making up a fake story
I play Minecraft too (like it is my life), but that... That ain't epic
the one with the mom who made a cup of tea before dying hits me in the feels because I could totally see myself in this situation when im older
Ice Wing that’s more than a tad bit sad
This is one of the one times I can remember somewhat vividly from my childhood. When I was around 10/11, my mothers mother (grandmother) was ill. During the summer of 2017, though, she was in and out of hospitals. After what seemed to be the sixth hospitalization, she was home. Then, she felt sick again. Later on, during the night, she called 911. After they pulled off, with my grandmother inside of the truck, my cousin and I were breaking down crying. I had this angry/sad feeling that she wasn’t going to come back home, that I wouldn’t see her again, and that she would die. I couldn’t stop crying and my cousin’s mother was trying to calm me. She died about a month later from her illnesses. I never got a chance to visit her in the hospital she passed at, but that really was the last time I saw her.
Here's one experience I've had
My mom doesn't have a thyroid and didn't have medicine for the longest time. One night she got really sick and very disoriented. She said she was fine and just needed to sleep but I ignored her and brought her to the hospital.
It turns out she would've went into a coma if I didn't take her to the hospital
To all of the people that wrote such sad stories and to anyone going through a rough time, sending all my love to you ! Bless your heart and hope you have a wonderful day xx
I had a kitten when I was little, at the time I lived at my grandpas. She was the best cat. I only had her for a few days, but I fell in love. I had rescued her and she followed me everywhere, but she slept in the bathroom because she was messy. One day I woke up (on a school day) and my grandpa and mom and step grandma were all sitting there. They told me she was sick early morning and they brought her to the vet but they couldn’t do anything. I don’t remember if I cried. I don’t remember what happened, I just know they told me. That whole section of memory is gone. For years I cursed at myself and them for not being able to say goodbye, every wish I made was that I could have said goodbye.
This is a few years later, I was over at my grandpas house with my sister and mom, where there was a cat who was old and had a lot of health problems. I enjoyed sitting with her, I for some reason felt like she understood me, not as in English just as in me. When I was over there that particular time, I just sort of wandered off into her room and away from the conversation. I sat there, petting her, for a solid while. Then when it was time to go, I said goodbye. I didn’t know why, I just did. I had this feeling, like I wasn’t going to see someone for a long time, kind of feeling. I geared up a little and repeated myself out loud, quietly, to say goodbye. She closed her eyes until I got up and watched me out. A few days later my sister forwards an Instagram post to me. She had passed away. I don’t think there’s anything that can make me cry faster or any more confusing and mixed emotion than thinking about that. I never regret not saying goodbye to my kitten. The look she gave me told me something, but I didn’t know until after she meant she’d tell Milo I said goodbye.
I hope they know I’ll never cry regret for them, or sadness or pain. I only cry a thank you. I think that cat, Mamas, may have saved a little part of my life.
I have a feeling that the cat that you pet was somehow connected to your kitten, and when you said goodbye to the cat, you were actually saying goodbye to your kitten.
One time I was playing on my Xbox 360 and had a horrible gut feeling I tell my friends that I'll be right back and I walk into my mothers room and I seen her sitting against her bed because she can't move I started telling her "I'm calling 911 I'm calling 911!" and she started telling me no I eventually did it without her permission and turns out the discs in her spine were starting to dissappear
Jesus Christ....the dad with ALS didn’t kill himself to make his life easier it was for his family, he even calmly said goodbye to his kid
You either die a hero or live long enough to become a villain
He certainly died a hero
One quote may be met with another....... “WHY SO SERIOUS?!?”
Not as severe but one day walking home from school, I was thinking about a toy my mom had ordered coming, hoping it came today, feeling like today was the day. Get home and guess what was sitting at the doorstep
THE GREAT CORNHOLIO this is my favorite story cus it's not boring, nor creepy, nor weird, nor sad.
@@inactive9550 thank
i have 2
1. when i was going on vacation, we left my dog with my cousins. when i was saying bye, i had a bad feeling that something was off. i said bye like it was the last time i’d see her, and sadly it was:(
2. this was just the other night. i was walking my two new puppies with my dad. we live in a good neighborhood and have a low crime rate, so we weren’t worried. we have a few different paths we walk the dogs, but we took the short one since it was late. this path involves crossing a big street. when we got to the crosswalk, i noticed a guy walking and had a very suspicious feeling about him. i told my dad we should just walk back home because i’m tired and it’s quicker. he agreed. i took one more look at the guy and he was walking into another neighborhood. yesterday, we heard of a robbery in the neighborhood the guy walked into that night at 10:45 ish. we were walking at 10:15 (ik that’s a little late to walk the dogs but i like night walks lmao) i wonder if it was that guy who did it.
So when i was about 9 or 10 we got a new horse that my whole family was really happy about getting but i had a bad feeling that we had got ripped off but didnt mind telling anyone because they were all so happy about buying it.One day when we were going to be leaving for vacation i went out to the barn to feed and when i did something just felt odd,i told my family i wanted to stay home and look after him so they said ok,1 day after he coliced (foamed at the mouth because horses cant puke).I took him to the vet only to find out he had to be put down.RIP Perry you were so cute and died undefeated,that to say always ask for a vet appointment before buying any animal.
These videos/reddit posts have probably saved someone’s life. Keep posting them
My dad would drive me to school everyday,but one day I got a weird feeling while he was driving me,I had these feelings occasionally whenever we'd have a photo day or something but this one felt important,so I told my dad I loved him,hugged and kissed him,and told him goodbye,later my dad never picked me up from school and when I finally got home he wasn't there,turns out he went to jail for shooting a man and attempted robbery. He really is a good man,but he said God told him to do it and he'd been delaying it for months out of fear
One that’s still crazy to me:
Last June we had sent my dog to play where we usually send her for daycare (so they knew my dog well). When we went to pick her up the people who brought her to us said that they thought that she was “a little off today, just more quiet.” Fast forward 3 days, she had a seizure. 4 days after the first seizure she died. Turns out that there was a massive tumor growing in her brain that had finally pinched a nerve in her head.
Usually when I have a gut feeling it means I gotta take a crap but this stuff is next level
When my grandpa neared the end of his life he wasn’t doing very well and spent a lot of time in hospitals. My grandma desperately tried to convince the manor care place to let him come home for thanksgiving to have dinner with us. (thanksgiving 2018, I had just turned 15 on November 11th and we celebrated at his manor care with him) I noticed he wasn’t eating and had his head in his hands a lot with his eyes closed. As my grandma was preparing to take him back to the manor care and we were saying goodbye I made sure he knew I loved him and gave him a hug because I had a good feeling he wouldn’t live much longer. He died at about 5 am the next morning, 3 days before his 80th birthday. I spoke at his service and was told that it’s a very uncommon thing for a 15 year old to do, but he was so special and I felt I had to. I’m really glad they let him come home for thanksgiving, and that his last memory was of a good time with his family. He was such a kind and loving person and he was just so great. I miss him💗
I had the gut feeling that on December 26 something horrible was going to happen I was trying to sleep I felt as if I should check if my hamsters cage door was closed, I felt as if I should close my room door, I felt as if I should put a blanket over my hamsters cage I ignored every feeling and fell asleep few hours later my hamsters cage is open I check the hamsters aren’t there I cry in panic because I have two cats I go to the living room there where my hamsters dead I cried all day that day I still wonder how differently my life would be if I listened to my gut I miss them there names were peanut and butter I loved them and miss them every day
Stephanie_Estefania Beep I ain’t tryna piss u off or anything but I really doubt having ur hamsters live would change ur life in any way
normal text to speech videos: funny music and funny posts
this one: sad vibes all over
omg right 😭😭
I got one
I was in my second year of university, living on campus. At this point, I only met my great grandmother once (lives in Mexico, and in her late 90s when this story happened), and that was when I was seven. She wasn't a big part in my life, but was huge in my mother's. Two years before, we found out that she had dementia and was slowly dying. We heard stories of our great aunts trying to keep her alive, helping her eat, giving her water, etc.
Back on campus, it was Halloween night and I got home from a small, school-held gathering (I am not fun), stripped from my costume, and then got ready for bed. I usually just stay up late because all my classes were night classes. Midnight was about to come and I told myself that it was going to be Dia de los Muertos and we couldn't honor my great grandma yet. Completely out of nowhere, as she never really crossed my mind.
An hour later, my mom called me. Odd, because she never called unless she missed me, and that was usually in the daytime. She was hysterical because my great grandmother had just died and her family in Mexico told my grandmother, who then told Mom about it.
It didn't really affect me, as I only met her once and we never got to grow a relationship. I just found it odd that I basically, magically knew my great grandmother, a country away, was in her last hour of living with a terrible illness and would die in time for the Day of the Dead.
This is kind of creepy (and similar to one of the stories). I almost wake up before my alarm goes off. It was summer as well and I had to get up super early for uni etc. Me and my family had had a great weekend going to a fair, having BBQ and an overall good time. I came home from my (now ex) bf the night before and me and my parents have a really nice chat. The next day, I wake up before my alarm. Immediate panic. No idea what could be wrong. I get up, find my mom pacing around on the phone. She got a call from my dad's workplace, he had collapsed. Doctors had suspected he had a cronic lung disease. I was going to tell him to see another doctor a few weeks prior, but that was also close to his birthday. My parents had a whole vacation booked 2 weeks after. It was his heart all along - he did not survive. And I still regret not going with my gut.
At work my dad also said something along the lines of: "don't worry, I'm okay, just a little dizzy, let me rest a bit."
Everyone thought he was strong enough.
When my great grandma gave a beautiful bracelet and said take care of it i was confused and knew something was wrong she died two weeks later
I suffer from childhood repressed memories so I can't get into much detail... but I remember leaving to school and feeling this pain while looking at one of my dogs... I hugged her tight and weirdly felt teary... got home and she didn't greet me. Found my mom in the kitchen and just asked if she was gone... cried in my mom's lap for hours
I had something similar to the dog story, but with my cat, Angel. She was 13 and had been running around like a kitten all day. It was the day after Christmas. It was late at night and I saw her walking toward the dining room. I had no real reason too, but I followed her. She fell over. Couldn't walk right. It was midnight and no vets were open. We couldn't get help. She seemed to perk up, and everyone thought she had pulled something while running around like a demon. But I knew. I went to bed with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and the hope that she would hold on long enough for me to say goodbye. She did. But had a seizure and passed. For a long time I blamed myself. She had been vomiting an awful lot(we attributed it to her eating too fast and gave smaller portions) and sometimes would seem unsteady in the months leading up to her death. I asked myself what if.... was it an illness? Could I have saved her if I had just spoken up? But I've let it go. There's no point in wondering. I can't help her, she's gone, but I can help Bella, the newest member of the family, a 7 year old calico with plenty of cattitude. Her story will end differently because I will be more vigilant this time. And if you have a pet, especially a cat, please remember, they are hiders. They 90% of the time are excellent at hiding illness unless and until it becomes too much to bear, and by then it is usually too late. You know them better than anyone. If you know something is off, Get. Them. To. The. Vet. Even if there's nothing they can do, at least you'll know it's coming and that you did all that you could.
4:55 (around that time stamp)
Shit.. that hit me so hard because that could have been my dad.. he was diagnosed with ALS a few years ago.. I'm happy hes still with us but.. I'm also he has to suffer as well. I'm much older then this person, but I'm still a teen. Going through a parent death or watching your parent die is awful.. my heart goes to you and anyone else who needs it ❤❤
The one with the Great Grandma made me cry because I’ve gone over to my Grandmas house every Monday and Tuesday during summer for probably most of my life, and I fear every time I visit it will be the last time I see her because she is 92 and lives alone.
One normal saturday night, me and my mom were watching tv while dad was out to get some takeout from a nearby shop. Suddenly, i felt this really weird feeling and felt unusually sad. I started crying right away (i was 11). Not even 20 seconds later, a massive earthquake came which destroyed our home. I have ever since been spooked out.
Here's the one I always tell:
When I was in 5th grade I used to go to this day care and I had been going there since kindergarten. But, towards the end of 5th grade, I decided I didn't like my daycare anymore and begged my parents to switch me to another one. Something in my gut just told me that I didn't feel comfortable at that daycare anymore (plus I had more friends in the other daycare). My parents relented and I was sent to the new daycare. Not even a week after I left, one of the little girls (about 3rd grade) was almost kidnapped by a man in a dark hoodie trying to lead her away to look at his "puppy".
Thankfully, another girl pulled her away and they locked down the care. Police were called, everyone was fine but I don't think the man was ever caught.
I can't tell you how thankful I was that I switched and I think about what if I hadn't from time to time.
oh my god the one where the mother died in her sleep made my heart sink i-
this is sad. Like I didn't think this would be sad lol damn
,, lol''? You think this is funny?
Look at her channel it’s a typical white girl
It is
I don’t know of these replies are trolls or not but there are different types of laughter. And OP literally just said the video was sad, not funny. Don’t be stupid.
One day I went to work at Wendy's (18) and I was not feeling...well. Everything felt wrong, the world felt wrong, my gut told me to go back to sleep but I continued to ignore it. I felt like this for a while now, this day was nothing new to me. Context, I had worked at Wendy's for about 2 years before this point, and this was one of my last days working there...
I went to work and the first thing I was told was "We need you at *close location up the road*, they're short staffed and *super busy event* is gonna swamp them worse than us tonight."
So I go there, slowly but surely I get greeted into the place and it's practically identical except for the layout of certain things, and slap me on drive thru. As I deal with what might have been the 30th or 40th person, I have one more guy before I get sent on Lunch and somebody will cover me for my lunch break...
And the last guy I dealt with decided to get very hysterical with me. I was already feeling like crap, physically and emotionally and hid it well during my shift, laughing and putting on a brave face with the rest of them...but something about this man broke me.
"The hell you laughing about, boy?"
"What the fuck are you so cheery about?"
"Go fucking kill yourself, faggot."
The faggot one got the attention of my manager who quickly shooed him off, telling him to never return, but something about those lines (and much more) got to me, and as I went on break, I passed by the dish washing station and the prep knives (sharp green handle knives meant for bulk lettuce and strawberry prep) were in the tumbler...
My left hand instinctively reached for one and as I handled it, my eyes just froze staring at it...I lost all sensation in my body and just became a statue holding this knife. My arms shook and I was legitimately afraid of what was NOT going through my mind at that moment...no thoughts, nothing saying "do it" or "don't do it", just...blank.
For about 5 minutes this went on and my manager noticed me, quickly snapping out of everything and yanking me away from the knife, tossing it back in the tumbler and shaking my shoulders, asking if I was okay...I had nothing for her, I just stayed silent. She tried to continually repeat the words "It's going to be okay" over and over while she offered to let me off early...even though the rush was about to start and I was needed the moment my lunch break was over...
I took it, I don't remember how but I remember I did...and I called my then girlfriend (now fiancee) and told her what I remembered and she immediately demanded I hop in my car if I was able, and drive down to the hospital, admit myself into ER if I had to and tell the doc everything.
I got to the hospital, telling triage what happened and they sat me down in waiting room, where I waited for a grand total of 2 minutes before they hurried me into a room, giving me an IV and a warm blanket, asking questions. As they finished up, my girlfriend had apparently gotten a ride from her caretaker and hugged me tighter than I could describe, but just shy of breaking my shoulders, telling me she loved me. She told me "Don't you ever do something this stupid, ever! I love you too much for that to happen!"
I proposed almost a year after that happened...if my manager didn't notice, if my girlfriend didn't advise me to go the hospital...if I just stayed home that day...hell, I have no idea where I would be right now.
The cancer story really hits close to home as my father nearly died of stage 4 kidney cancer, but he survived and is so thankful. I really do love my father and am so glad my dad has been here my whole life. I know not everyone is as fortunate, and my heart goes out to you all. ❤❤ I will never take life for granted, not after nearly loosing my father.
0:45 I had almost the exact same experience with my dog. I still blame myself.
Don't blame yourself. It's ok. Your dog isn't in pain, anymore. Animals usually hide illness & symptoms as an survival instinct.
@@suelily4281 thank you. Logically, I know that, but it just still feels like I killed her. Your comment really helped though :).
I was doing you know what and I heard something.
My gut said.. “you should stop just in case”.
But I kept going.
Until I saw the hallway light turn on witch notfied me that my mom was upstairs and she kept flicking the light to get my attention.
String-io: this is true anxiety.
Your gut: I think not.
The Great Gran story I can relate to. A year or two ago I had a great grandma that I loved dearly. We visited and I couldn’t wait to go back. She passed away before our next visit and I cried and thought about her for about a month or two.
I had a gut feeling when i was seven .i had My cat eating and i felt something wierd and Took the cat from the food Bowl.. about a week later....he almost died by food poisoning and we had to put him down... Rip Loki 2009-2013 he was a nice cat
the story about the dad that killed himself made me cry i’m so sorry for that family
One time my mom, my cousin, my aunt, and I were driving in Grand Rapids Michigan. Everyone who lives in Michigan knows that Grand Rapids' traffic sucks. We pulled out of a The Outback and I got this strange feeling and looked out the window. I saw this car and I knew it was going to hit us. Everyone else just didn't seem to notice. I gripped on to my door and then the car slammed us. Cousin hurt her legs, mom had whiplash and bruised her ribs and my aunt had whiplash. Jaws of life had to pry open my mom's door. Thank God I held onto that door or I could have seriously been hurt.
These stories don't usually make me cry, but the story at 4:31 made me cry like mad
I was preparing to go on a trip to the countryside with my parents , that morning I was paralysed and began crying without a specefic reason , nobody knew what was going on but whenever I was thinking of our trip I started loosing control over myself. So we decided not to go (at least not this week) , two days later we were informed that a terrible accident happened the day of our trip , and because of it the road was blocked for a week ( people were stuck)
Omg the one about the cat made me think about my dog.
I had this old shih tsu named Joe and he was the best dog we'd ever had. He was super sweet and loved almost everyone. He wasn't in perfect health as he had arthritis but otherwise was perfectly fine. Suddenly he'd gotten very ill. His legs stopped working, it was very hard for him to use his hind legs so my dad would carry him outside to potty. Then within 24 he would get these like... painful fits and whine in pain unless someone curled up next to him to calm him down. We had just taken him to the vet for a check up and everything was fine but this was deteriorating fast... the night before we took him to the vet I slept next to him on the floor so he wouldn't be alone and would stay calm. Something in me knew this would be his last night with us... I knew it'd be something we either couldn't afford to have done nor he'd be strong enough to endure any procedures. My dad pick out Joe, my dad loooooved Joe. This was his favorite pet he'd ever had. And my dad is a very emotionally constipated of a man so he never cries, ever. He was bawling like a baby over how bad Joe had gotten and when we heard the news it was some type of organ failure... and that he'd likely never survive surgery. So we all made the heart breaking decision to let him go....
We all miss him so much.... our house feels so empty... my friends all miss my little old man. He was the goodests of boys
R.i.p. Joe May 2019
I had a horrible gut feeling one night... it was one that I knew was directed to my dog (8yrs old) and I said my goodbye just in case, he had to go to the animal hospital, he Lived but was in pain, hes now a happy boi that's 9yrs old
I had a grand- aunt that I loved so much. I usually gave her gifts ( plushies, candies, all that jazz) every time we visited. She was beginning to have money problems and she was getting sick. On one visit, something told me to give her flowers. I have no idea why, it just seemed right. That was our last visit, she passed away from lung failure. She was the best, not perfect, but she was very kind. That particular day I also behaved extremely good for no apparent reason. My last words to her were: “I love you”
The last one is like what I do and I'm going to see my great grandmother in a couple of minutes.
I dream of being kidnapped rly often and it scares me
Deodorant is a good substitute for pepper spray. Pens and pencils can be used to stab a potential kidnapper in the neck, eyes and other vulnerable areas. Same with keys. If put in a hold from behind, go limp and sag to escape if fighting back doesn't work, it may loosen their grip or get them to hesitate a second for you to either catch them off guard or get away. Look up self defence: alarms, sprays, defence objects (disguised knives as jewellery, cosmetics or key chains for example) possibly self defence classes if you'd rather. Find what's legal in your area or the area you're travelling to.
If these dreams are genuinely bothering you, find out how you can protect yourself and what you can do if you are kidnapped, perhaps it will help put your mind at ease?
ReiSpirit I mean when I’m in my dream I can’t move for some reason and some times I mistake it for real life but thanks for the advice
@@wsdadasdawf8384 haha, no problem. I was thinking along the lines of "people usually have nightmares of things they're worried/scared about". Hopefully you have better dreams!
@@wsdadasdawf8384 maybe it's your fetish
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1:20 - It was the same with my cat. We spent 16 wonderful years together and although she was healthy I had a bad feeling one day. I knew I would be leaving for summer camp the next day so my best friend (who also loved her very much) came over and we spent a wonderful last evening cuddling and playing with her. That night, I said goodbye to her. She died a few hours after I left. I felt so heartbroken for not being with her in her final moments but I'm glad I knew when to say goodbye so I could tell her everything I had to. Rest in peace my beautiful angel 💕 Penelope † 19 July 2019
My dad always says to trust your gut instinct. He says "If something feels wrong, then it probably is". He always says that when I go somewhere without a parent or guardian just to remind me that if you get a bad vibe from someone, to just not trust them so nothing bad will happen.
This is my story:
This was when I was in year 4, so when I was 10. One day I woke up to a feeling that something was wrong. I also woke up before my parents woke me up, which was and is extremely rare. So, I got up and went to the kitchen and found my dad leaning on the counter. Not unusual, he had/has back problems and leans on the counter to help ease the pain. But I still asked him if he was ok. He sat me down and told me gently that my nan (his mother) had passed away. I don’t remember anything else of that day.
Once, when I was home alone, I heard someone knocking on the door. I tried to convince myself they were knocking on a neighbor's door, but I wouldn't have heard it so loudly if it had been that. I hid out of view of any windows and a few minutes later heard someone say "There's no one home, let's go." I don't know who they were or why they were there, but I was really scared, and I kept trying to convince myself they were lawn guys, but I knew that wasn't it. I hope I find out who they are some day.
Dad: plans to leave his wife
Son: *ima end this mans whole career*
I'm so sorry about your Dad, R.I P I hope he founds the light and start a new life. happily, happily for yall too. 🙏🙏❤❤
Help. There is water coming out of my eyes
The one about the dad who killed himself made me shed a tear
In 4th grade on the last few days or school we were doing fun activities but I skipped water day because I had a bad feeling and then it starting raining bad and lightning struck almost 20 feet from all the kids
Ive had two of these, both this year
The first was during our finale day of doing the musical. We had to wait for 30 minutes before it started, as they had to call an ambulance for someome who passed out. I immediately thought “its mom, isnt it?”(my mom had nose surgery a few days prior, but still decided to try and come). Yup, it was mom.
The second one was earlier this month. I was staying at moms(divorces parents), as dad was feeling sick all week. That morning he had decided to go to the doctors, and I had thought nothing of it. Untill mom said we had to go to the doctors asap. All during the car ride, I just thought “dad has cancer”. i dont know why, but I did. And again, I was right. He had pancreatic cancer, and only had 3-6 months to live. He didnt even get that long. I miss you dad
When I was 18, one of my good church friends was 15. One Sunday at church, we were walking down the hallway together headed to our separate classes just chatting it up and laughing. We came to where we had to part ways and hugged. I had a strange feeling and told her that I loved her, and hope she enjoyed her class. She smiled and said the same. I stood there watching her as she walked away and something told me that was going to be the last time I saw her. She died in a car accident a few days later. It was tragic and her funeral was difficult. I think about her and this experience from time to time. God rest your soul, B.
My story :
Went to a local family video. 5 minutes down the street and after shopping and was on the way back I got a sickening feeling and started to sprint home and busted through the door to find my father having a seizure
When your gut feeling is actually you
I work at a dog daycare and I see many dogs, both big and small. I have a huge soft spot for big dogs and absolutely LOVE malamutes. However, there was one malamute who came in and on the first day I saw him, I had that gut feeling that I should never trust this dog, ever. After a few weeks, he became a huge fence fighter and on a couple of occasions, tried to nip when someone put on his collar. Almost 1 year after meeting him, he whipped around suddenly with absolutely no warning and attacked my boss (the owner of the building).
I had been saying for months to anyone who would listen that we shouldn’t trust that dog and we should treat him with caution, that I just knew he was going to bite someone, and badly, but somehow everyone was shocked that he’d bitten our boss. Smh, this wasn’t even the first time my gut feeling had been absolutely dead on either!
idk if this counts but I started my sophomore year in 2018 and a month before school started I was like, “I have a feeling that this year is going to treat me horribly”. And yes. It was the worst year of my life and i knew it would be before it even started. So many bad things happened and no good things. I knew it from the beginning.
When I was a teenager, I did volunteer work with underprivileged kids on the weekend.
1 day while everyone was eating at the empty cafeteria, I had a feeling a kid was missing. Not a single sign to indicate this because believe it or not, when you leave 50 kids to a bunch of teenagers, no one thinks to do a headcount at reasonable intervals. But my gut feeling was unshakeable.
So I asked a few kids if they noticed one of their friends was missing and they said no.
Despite this, I followed my instincts and walked the school grounds by myself while everyone else headed for the school hall.
Then I saw him. 8 years old. (I was assigned to work with 12 year olds hence I did not recognise him at all). Alone and in tears, walking straight out of the school gate by himself without any of his belongings. He later told me that he didn't even know the way home.
I caught up to him and brought him back. He was upset because some bully had hurt him. I made sure the bully got an earful from the teacher (who was supposed to keep an eye on us but barely left the staff room).
Gut instincts are weird but useful.
Bus had rod knock and you could smell burning oil
After a mile bus stopped and caught fire
I could have informed the bus driver but i was standing there
Doing nothing
My girlfriend has a gut feeling that is nearly never wrong - if she says anything like "I don't feel right about this", I will always follow her suggestions - due to several incidents that aren't relative to this particular story. She will always say that this is the worst time that her gut has ever given her, and she still wishes her brother would have listened to her.
So, her best friend is a bit of an oddity, but a great guy. My GF and her brother went to meet her best friend and her dad at a bar, and they spent the night pretty heavily drinking - it was during the holiday or something, not something she does often. Anyway, her best friend got incredibly wasted, and eventually she decided to take him home. Her brother went with them. When they stopped at the BFF's house, my girlfriend immediately said to her brother that they should just get him (BFF) out of the car and into his room, and then leave to go to another bar (it was still pretty early and she and her brother were tipsy and not as far along as the BFF, small town so bars are close by and the roads aren't too dangerous). Her brother said that they should at least go in to check that the BFF was OK, and she relented but said: "Ok, but I've got a real bad feeling if we go in there, we're not gonna get to go anywhere else tonight. Let's hurry." They got BFF as far as the couch, where he promptly fell asleep and my GF pulled her brother's arm to GTFO.
He still milled about, saying something about whether they shouldn't get BFF to his room, but my GF absolutely insisted that no, they should just get the hell out. As they got to the car, and she switched the car on - just about to get out of there, the BFF's roommates came out and asked what was going on. GF just wanted to go, but her brother agreed to go inside to discuss the situation with the roommates.
As they entered the living room, they found BFF had slumped off the couch, so GF's brother and a roommate tried to get him to his feet.
And that's when shit hit the fan, the floor, and the walls. BFF had it coming out of both ends - shat on GF's brother's legs, the living room floor, all over himself, and was now lying in a puddle of shit, piss, and vomit.
No one had the stomach to clean him up, save one person who was going "I told you so."
My GF cleaned him up, gave him a bath and a shower, and got him into bed. The whole process was a shitshow, involving lots of friendly-fire vomit, since nobody's stomachs held up and everyone ended up in a vomit-line outside. They're still best friends, but she never got to go to the other bar that night, and her brother tends to listen to her gut more often.
Cool trick I can do. If I feel the side of a coin and I suddenly get a relaxed feeling in my stomach, that means it will flip to that side. I tested it with my brother, and I guessed right every time. Try it yourself! Maybe it isn’t just me.
A couple years ago, around 2016, my Nana was in the hospital being treated for pneumonia. She looked very ill and didn't look like her regular self but was still happy. Usually when people I love or know go into the hospital, I try not to worry as I feel that they are in good hands and always end up coming out of the hospital. My dad, brother and I brought her Chick-Fil-A that day and talked to her, and as we left the room I had this horrible gut feeling that this was the last time I'd talk to her. I felt I had to say something important, but the most important thing I wanted her to know was I loved her. I remember yelling back to her as we walked off, "LOVE YOU, NANA!"
That night her heart failed and they had to resuscitate her and transfer her to a different facility. She never woke up and eventually ended up passing away. I'm so glad I was able to at least tell her I loved her one last time because my Nana meant the absolute world to my family and I.
I'm not crying.. you are..
These stories are so sad, and to agree with some others, the suicide story really got me too.
I had one of these experiences too. During christmas break this year, my dad needed to run up to his office at night, and I had this feeling all day that we were gonna crash... that the next vehicle I stepped into was gonna crash, and I decided that if my dad was gonna crash, I was gonna go with him and tell him about the feeling I had so he was extra careful. We got up to his shop safely (about a 15 minute drive), and now I was really nervous for the ride home. We ran into no one for 13 minutes, it was a clear night and no vehicles in sight, but I still had this lingering feeling that we were gonna crash. Idk, it kept getting stronger and i just knew. And, half a mile from our house, a huge deer runs right out in the middle of the road and we crashed right into it. I could literally see our street sign, and we hit it going 55 and skidded to a stop in a second. We were both find, didn't even dent the truck and only got a little whip lash, but I learned to always trust my gut from that. I still get feelings from time to time and I listen to them, bc ik that next time, we may not be so lucky.
I had a experience like this, My old Guinea pig (who was always hungry and never turned down food) Suddenly stopped eating and drinking and I was the only one suspicious about it so I told my parents we need to take him to the vet, they said “he is fine”. the next day I went to school, when I came home he was very dehydrated and hungry so his stomach was making weird noises and was very light, then I broke into tears then my dad came to see what was wrong (my Mom was at work) I told him about it, then he looked at my Guinea pig for a couple of minutes then decided we should take him to the vet. he called the local vet and they said they were booked out for the afternoon so we called another vet and they were also booked out so they gave us the number to another vet (who were 20mins away) who could give him a emergency appointment. When we arrived our guinea by then our pig was in a very bad state of health. When we got there they took a look at him for a hour, then they called us in. They told us about everything. Then they gave us a decision, to take him to the pet hospital (which would of costed us thousands of dollars) Or to put him to sleep. We couldn’t afford the hospital bill so, We had to put him to sleep😭. They made us bookmarks of his paw prints and gave us some of his fur in a bag, and they wrapped up his body in a beautiful cloth tied up with ribbon, a poem and some flowers, we buried him that night...
P.S. His name was Oreo
Our body could tell the future of what could happen
Both of my friends are pretty suicidal and go to the psychiatrist several days per week. I learned that if I ever feel that I HAVE to talk to them (we study in different places and in different cities) there's a reason. Because of these feeling I stopped several suicide and self punishment attempts and helped them when they felt down. I feel like I need to help them right now but there is a wall between us and I have been having several problems too... tho I try my best to take care of them
Started crying at the dad one. That's fucking tragic.
I've had feelings like that on and off my whole life. Usually just a case of "Hey sis, this person isn't your friends, she's using you" that was always correct.
At least twice I've looked at someone and it was like looking at a grave.
One was a random last on the street. (yes i stopped to tell her God told me to tell her to go check up with her doctor. idk what happened to her)
The other was a girl in high school and i felt like she had a month or so left. Convinced my sister to tell her since I'm shy.
My sister told me a few years later that the girl had been unnerved and checked with her doctor only to find out that she had endstage cancer or something. I had given her 4 weeks with her family instead of the 1 she would have otherwise had when symptoms kicked in.