「なんか嫌な予感」が命を救った…海外掲示板に集まったゾッとする実話集

When I was 22 I got into an Uber and my gut immediately screamed no. The driver seemed normal, but something felt completely off. I cancelled the ride and waited for another one.

Later that night, that same driver was arrested for assaulting a female passenger. I still get chills thinking about it. Always trust your gut. My BF comforted me for the rest of the week

In college I lived in an on campus apartment building. I went in and held the door for someone I knew behind me. She then held the door for someone I did not know. He seemed really off to me, somewhat close to college aged but I felt there was something wrong.

Instead of taking the elevator in a split second decision I decided to take the stairs. He followed me into the stairwell. I ran all the way up and sprinted to my apartment with him following me hollering that he needed to use my phone. I got in just in time to slam the door in his face and called the cops while he was still outside banging on the door and yellig. Turned out he was a local drunk (not student) who had tried multiple times to follow women into their apartments.

I was cruising through a road in the countryside, but the woods , and I saw a car, about 10-20 feet into the side ( not in the woods, just beside the road), but I could not see anyone moving in it, or any activity.
I did wanna go check it out, thinking maybe someone needed some kind of help, or maybe passed out or broken down car ig?

I also was running late for a dinner date with my boyfriend, along with that, I had a gut feeling that it was better to call the cops and inform them. Which I did…

I woke up the next day only too find out there was a killer out loose who shot and killed 3 people in that car …. God I was frozen…

I was about to go into London on my day off, but something told me not to take the train.

This was back in 1991 – an IRA bomb went off in Victoria Station that morning

On my last summer trip, my parents gave me tickets to Germany for my birthday; it was my first trip alone. Well, on that trip I met a guy at the hotel where I was staying. He seemed nice, but when I politely agreed to go out with him, we went to a nearby pub and everything was going well, but when I went to the bathroom And I went back to him. I don't know why, but something inside me told me he wanted to do something bad to me. Then I saw my drink, which looked fuller than when I'd left it, and I'm sure he tampered with it. So I just pretended I had to go back to the hotel because of an emergency, and well, something tells me I did the right thing by leaving.

I few years ago I woke up in the dead of the night, went out and sat in the dark on my couch staring at the back door. I just sat there for a few more minutes staring at the door, then got up checked the door (it was unlocked so I locked it) and went back to bed.

Not 5 minutes later I heard loud banging on the back door. Some deranged man had wandered through our back yard and was screaming “let me in!!” and trying to open the door. Wildly there were already cops stationed on our street and they showed up within seconds. The whole thing was so weird!

I lived in a cheap apartment in what was thought to be a rougher part of town, and there were some shady people hanging around sometimes. I came home from work one day and started walking down the hallway to my apartment. At the very end of the hallway, about 30' away, there was a tall man who made eye contact with me and then started walking down the hallway toward in my direction. 

I had a bad feeling, and quickly got out my keys and went into the apartment while trying not to look panicked just in case I was being paranoid. I turned around and again, trying not to be rude, I turned the deadbolt on my door as quietly as possible. About 2-3 seconds later, the doorknob started turning. The guy was going to follow me into my apartment. 

A couple weeks later, I was leaving for work (I left at the same time every work day), and when I started opening the door I immediately saw what looked like the same guy lying facedown on the floor of the hallway right outside my door, kind of splayed out as if there had been some sort of accident or medical emergency. I had opened the door quietly, so closed it quietly as well. I worked in healthcare, and wore scrubs to work every day. Again, I got a bad feeling, especially with what happened before. I very quietly opened the door again while locking the knob, then quickly inched forward, closed the door behind me, jumped over the guy, and ran all the way to my car. I called the police to let them know what was happening, and the lady asked me all these questions about why I hadn't checked his pulse, rolled him over, checked his breathing, etc. Apparently there was an officer in the area who headed over to do a wellness check, and I got a call back from the officer several minutes later stating that they had gone to the location and there was no one in the hallway. I honestly think that the guy laid there on purpose thinking that because I was always in scrubs, I would stop to check on him. Who knows what would have happened if I had. I'm 5'4", and at that time was probably like 125lb. I would have been no match for him. 

This isn't my story, but it happened to my uncle. When he was in his early 20's (I think), he went to a concert in Wisconsin with some friends. That night, they were all hanging out and drinking with some people they'd met while they were there, and my uncle realized he was out of cigarettes. One of the guys they'd met offered to take him to get some more, since my uncle was too drunk to drive. He was going to take the offer, but one of his friends stopped him, looked him dead in the eyes, and said "Dude, don't do it. Don't go with him. I've got a bad feeling about this." So my uncle declined.

Years later, my uncle was at home watching the news, when a report came up about a serial killer that had just been captured by the police. Of course, they showed the man's picture on the broadcast. Years had passed, so my uncle couldn't be 100% certain, but he was almost positive that it was the same man that had offered to take him to get more cigarettes that night. That was the first time my uncle learned the man's name: Jeffery Dahmer.

there was this guy at the school i used to go to who was just a piece of shit. i never liked him, i avoided him from before he even started causing problems. i knew it wouldnt end well. eventually one day he sat next to me and wouldnt leave me alone (my bf at the time had befriended him since he had no friends, boohoo, but he wasnt there that day). a few days later my bf (at the time) shows me some text messages about the guy trying to rally my bf to SA me. i knew he was bad from the moment i saw his face.

I've told this before, but I still think about it when I'm driving.

I used to deliver dairy products to small stores in a 26ft box truck, 10 to 12 hour days and the last store was usually my biggest order.

The parking lot was L shaped and I had to pull in parallel to the road, and reverse around the back of the building to get to the "loading dock." Mind you, this is a dirt parking lot, country store setting.

My helper was nervously watching me do this maneuver in the passenger seat, as it's a long reverse before a 90 degree turn and it was her first day.

I get to the 90 degree turn and I just stop. I ask her to get out to make sure everything is okay. This is the first time I've asked her to do this all day. I know these stores like the back of my hand.

She gets out, takes a little longer than I thought she would and she gets back in the truck white as a ghost. There were kids playing on and under the loading dock. The way the driveway is ditched mostly prevents me from seeing the bulk of the dock. I hope I would have seen them in my mirror but luckily, for some strange reason, I did what I never do and had someone check out the area before I backed in.