12 People Who Were Right to Trust Their Gut Feeling

Listening to what your intuition is telling you might just keep you safe from harm or sorrow. That’s what people online found out the hard way, when trusting their gut feeling meant a completely different outcome in a serious situation. Their stories are an important reminder for us to believe in our own inner voice.

  • I would always walk down the hallway in the night without turning the lights on. One night I get to the end of the hallway and have a sudden urgent feeling that I need to turn the lights on.
    I go all the way back to my room and turn the hallway light on and go back.
    Just in front of where I had decided to turn around was a huge and deadly Taipan snake making its way from one room to another across the hallway. If it had bitten me in the dark they wouldn’t have been able to get me the correct antivenom. © risska / Reddit
  • I was mowing my backyard with a ride-on mower, and I began to get an overwhelming feeling of being watched. I started looking around and thought I saw a figure in the upstairs window. I tried ignoring this as no one was home and continued with mowing when I started to feel an unbearable sense of dread.
    This made me immediately stop. As I did so, the ground in front of me gave way forming a 15-foot wide 12 foot deep sinkhole. If I hadn’t stopped immediately I likely would have been crushed by the tractor. © MujimIsYou / Reddit
  • My wife and I rented a really nice cabin in Big Sur, California, for a few nights. She woke up panicky and crying (which she never does) over a bad dream. I had an awful feeling after waking up and told her we could go for a drive.
    The further we went, the better we felt. We ended up staying in Monterey for the night. The cabin we were at burnt down. I still get chills writing this years later. © Unknown user / Reddit
  • I asked my mother to take me home early from boy scout camp because I was afraid of bears. A bear ravaged the camp the night I left. Luckily, it didn’t hurt anyone. It just tore everything up from what I was told. © SenatusRomanus / Reddit
  • I’m a firefighter. We got called out to a tree fire started by fallen power lines. We pull up in the truck, and I’m trusting that my driver and crew leader are doing their job and have good situational awareness. We get out of the truck, and we’ve parked next to a set of power lines (not fallen). It’s a very windy night and I can see the lines swinging, so I voice my concerns to my crew leader who says it’ll be fine.
    We get our hose out (risk of the tree fire catching onto a house outweighing potential risk of arcing plus the line disconnected when it fell) and I’m on the branch ready to start putting it out with two others near me when I get a chill. I look up to see the lines swinging violently and yell, “everyone move”. As the three of us sprint and dive out of the way we hear a thwip and crack and sure enough the line we were under came loose and stayed connected to the power pole. If I hadn’t got that chill chances are we would all have died. © DYESMOD / Reddit
  • My daughter was a year and a half at the time. She had a cold, but bedtime went off without a hitch. I woke up in the middle of the night that night, really uncomfortable and anxious. Something was off, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. I got up, had a midnight snack, tried to calm my nerves. I decided to check on my kids, who shared a room, before trying to go back to sleep.
    I get in there, and immediately I hear a light sound coming from her crib—wheezing. It was so quiet, there was no way to hear it outside of the room. I got her up and saw that her breathing was fast and labored. I took her to the hospital, where she ended up with an overnight stay, oxygen, and nebulizer treatments because her oxygen had dipped. She was diagnosed with Reactive Airway Disease due to the cold (which triggered an asthma attack). © Thr33wolfmoon / Reddit

I was riding my motorcycle with a friend on the back. We were going down a country road behind a truck hauling a bunch of old car tires when all of a sudden I decided we shouldn’t be there, so I slowed way down to let the truck go ahead of us. Just as I did, one of the tires fell off the truck and landed right where we would have been. © d***eyeAZ / Reddit

  • When I was two or three, I had nightmares. One night I woke up, went to my foster parents’ room, and informed them that there was a bee under my pillow. “No, there’s not, Arwen. Go back to sleep,” they said. Cue the rivers of tears. Finally, my foster mom goes into my room, switches my light on, says, “There aren’t any bees in here. Look!”
    As she picks up my pillow lo and behold, a bee flew out. My mom shooed the bee out the window as I was sobbing hysterically. She gave me the strangest look and asked how I knew the bee was there. I had no idea. My nightmare was completely unrelated. © Unkown user / Reddit
  • I was like 5 or 6 when my mom and sisters wanted to go for a drive out of town. I cried and cried because I just didn’t want to go with them for some reason, and decided to go with my other sister in her car. Turns out, my mom and other sisters ended up crashing, and they said, “If you were in the car, you would’ve had to sit in the middle, and you would’ve died.” Luckily my family was okay though. But I sure did feel really cool after that. © SnowLeopard000 / Reddit
  • I was driving on the road one night and I saw a car in the middle of the road with two people lying on the ground. My gut feeling was that something is suspicious here, and I decided to act on it by driving past the car and the two people.
    I stop to take my phone out and call the police and I look at my rearview mirror to see the two people lying on the road stand up with five other people coming out of the bushes. © Naweezy / Reddit
  • I met this cute girl on Halloween night, so I invited her to a party I was going to later. She drove with me to the party and I took her two friends too. We talk a little, but we ended up working the room and got split up. I had this sudden overwhelming urge to find her and I ended up getting a little worried.
    Some guy had moved in and had brought her outside and taken her to a semi private area underneath a patio balcony. I didn’t really care what he thought, grabbed her by the hand, acted like it was important and led her out of the party and in to the front yard. We both heard a massive crash as the very large patio collapsed above where she was standing three minutes before.
    I know most certainly that if I hadn’t grabbed her, she wouldn’t exist today. I ended up marrying her, and imagining how it almost never happened in such a dreadful way terrifies me. © Unknown user / Reddit
  • My mom tells this story a lot. She was working in an office, and she suddenly had a powerful urge to leave her cube, just to leave and be somewhere else for no reason. Not a minute later, a fifteen-foot-wide section of the ceiling collapsed, burying the floor in metal and plaster. © Kaleon
    / Reddit

We all have personal stories we’re afraid to share because they sound unbelievable. But some people feel better sharing them anonymously online. We gathered a few of those eerie stories in this article, and they prove that anyone can be deeply affected by spooky situations.

A Stranger’s Note on My Husband’s Car Made Me Call My Lawyer

A Stranger’s Note on My Husband’s Car Made Me Call My Lawyer

When Sierra is in mom-mode, trying to get her kids off to school, she finds a sticky note on her husband’s car that makes her question where he had been the entire weekend. Wanting answers, she phones the number on the note and slowly, secrets unravel with her marriage.

It was a typical Monday morning. I was in my mom zone, trying to get the kids off to school on time. That’s when a piece of pink paper changed everything.

A close-up of smiling children | Pexels

A close-up of smiling children | Pexels

I had just put the kids into the car and was about to put their lunch bags and backpacks in with them when I saw the bright pink sticky note plastered on the trunk of my husband’s car.

I paused, my heart pounding, and walked over to read it.

A pink sticky note on a car | Source: Midjourney

A pink sticky note on a car | Source: Midjourney

“Sit tight,” I told the kids. “I’m coming now! I just want to see what’s on Dad’s car.”

“Okay, Mom,” Natasha shouted from the backseat.

Children sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

Children sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

Sorry, I scratched your car last night. You shouldn’t park on the street though! -Neighbor from 283. This is my number in case you need anything!

Confusion and nausea washed over me. We don’t live near a house with that number, and my husband, Thomas, always parked in our garage.

A woman reading a sticky note | Source: Midjourney

A woman reading a sticky note | Source: Midjourney

“What was it?” my daughter asked when I slid into the driver’s seat.

“Nothing, honey,” I said. “Just a piece of paper that got stuck on Dad’s car.”

A woman in the driver's seat | Source: Unsplash

A woman in the driver’s seat | Source: Unsplash

Tom had just returned from a business trip this morning, so his car should have been parked at the airport the entire weekend.

My mind raced, and a sinking feeling settled in my stomach.

I knew that something was about to change.

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A man wearing a suit | Source: Unsplash

“Enjoy your day, babies!” I said as the kids got out of the car at drop-off.

“Don’t forget, we have to make cookies for school tomorrow,” Natasha reminded me. “We need like sixty cookies, Mom.”

I left the kids and drove to the grocery store, needing to get everything for the cookies that we needed to bake.

An aisle in a grocery store | Source: Midjourney

An aisle in a grocery store | Source: Midjourney

“Can I help you, ma’am?” a young woman asked me as I walked up and down the baking aisle. She tied the grocery store’s apron tightly onto her.

“No, thank you,” I said absentmindedly. “I’m just browsing.”

A person tying an apron | Source: Pexels

A person tying an apron | Source: Pexels

But my mind just couldn’t stay focused at all. What was Thomas playing at?

I filled up the cart as I went up and down the aisle, getting enough ingredients for everything we needed and then paid.

Then, I decided to call Thomas and just check in.

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A woman holding a phone and a card | Source: Pexels

“Hi, honey,” I said the moment he picked up.

“Hey, Sierra,” he said. “Are you okay? I’m just getting into a meeting now. I’ll speak to you later.”

And he cut the call.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

“What on earth is going on?” I said aloud as I picked up gummy worms for Jake, my son.

Later, I picked up the kids and made toasted sandwiches while Natasha and I baked for her class.

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A child holding a plate of toast | Source: Pexels

“Is everything okay, Mom?” Natasha asked, mixing in the chocolate chips. “You’re not helping Jake with homework.”

“Everything is fine,” I said, turning my focus back to my children.

Chocolate chips in a container | Source: Pexels

Chocolate chips in a container | Source: Pexels

But still, my mind raced and I couldn’t shut it off. I was distracted and unable to stop the conspiracies that plagued my mind.

That evening, after tucking the kids into bed, I dialed the number on the note. The phone rang twice before a cheerful voice answered.

A little girl tucked in bed | Source: Pexels

A little girl tucked in bed | Source: Pexels

“Hello, is this house 283?” I asked, nervously.

“Yes!” the woman said. “Who am I speaking to?”

“Sierra,” I said. “I’m sorry, but I found your note on my husband’s car this morning. Can you tell me more about the incident?”

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A woman holding a phone | Source: Pexels

There was a brief pause.

“Oh, yes, I’m Jane. I’m really sorry about that. I accidentally scratched his car when I was parking last night. I live at 283 Elm Street. Are you new to the neighborhood?”

My heart pounded.

“No, no,” I said. “I’m sure Thomas was just visiting a friend. Don’t worry about the scratch, I saw the car. It’s all good!”

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A parked car | Source: Pexels

“Oh, are you sure?” she asked. “I’m sure that the insurance will cover it.”

“I’m sure,” I said, turning to look out the window. “But can you tell me where exactly he was parked?”

There was silence for a moment.

When Jane spoke, her voice was softer.

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Pixabay

“He was parked right outside my house. There’s a small park across the street, and next to it, is a woman’s house. I’m sorry,” she said.

“Thank you, Jane,” I said.

I hung up, my mind reeling. Thomas had lied to me. He wasn’t on a business trip. He hadn’t even left the car at the airport.

A house with a garden | Source: Midjourney

A house with a garden | Source: Midjourney

Instead, he was at some woman’s house.

I didn’t want to confront my husband yet. I needed proof first. So, I got into bed beside him and forced myself to fall asleep.

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A woman sleeping in bed | Source: Unsplash

The next morning, I gave the kids cereal for breakfast while trying to decide my next move.

After dropping them off at school, I drove to Elm Street. According to the GPS, it was about twenty minutes away from me. I looked for the park and the house next door.

Bowls of cereal | Source: Midjourney

Bowls of cereal | Source: Midjourney

Before doing anything else, I knocked on the door. A few moments later, a woman in her thirties opened the door.

“Hi, can I help you?” she asked.

“My name is Sierra,” I said. “I believe my husband, Thomas, was with you this weekend?”

Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with her hand.

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A white front door | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, my God. I had no idea he was married. Please, come in. I’m Mary.”

My heart ached, and my wedding ring seemed to get tighter around my finger.

“He didn’t mention us? His family?” I asked.

Mary shook her head.

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A woman hiding her face | Source: Unsplash

“No, he told me he was single. We met at a local market, and we’ve been seeing each other for a few months now. But he did say that work has been hectic recently. So we haven’t seen each other very often.”

“Mary, I need your help. I need evidence of his infidelity for my divorce lawyer. I can’t stay married to a man like this, especially with my kids. Can you help me?”

People at a farmer's market | Source: Unsplash

People at a farmer’s market | Source: Unsplash

Mary looked at me with determination.

“Of course,” she said. “We need to catch him in the act.”

Later that evening, Mary was going to text Thomas and invite him over. She told him that she really wanted them to have dinner together at home.

“I’ll tell him that I cooked,” she told me as I left her home. “That usually gets him here.”

A homecooked meal | Source: Midjourney

A homecooked meal | Source: Midjourney

I left the kids with my mother and drove to Mary’s house, ready to catch Thomas in the act. When he arrived, Mary kissed him at the door.

My stomach turned, but I snapped the picture anyway. Then, I stepped out of my hiding place.

“Thomas,” I demanded. “What the hell is this?”

His face turned pale.

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A couple embracing | Source: Unsplash

“Sierra, what are you doing here?”

Mary crossed her arms, glaring at him.

“You lied to both of us, Thomas,” she said. “How could you? And you have children?”

He stammered, trying to find the right words, but there were none.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he finally managed to say.

“Save it,” I said, holding my camera. “I have all the proof I need. I’m ready to file for divorce.”

A close-up of a camera | Source: Unsplash

A close-up of a camera | Source: Unsplash

“Sierra, please,” he said, trying to follow me to the car.

I brushed him off and got in, ready to head home to my children.

In the following weeks, Mary and I became unlikely friends, bonded by our shared betrayal. The most surprising thing was how quickly my children got attached to her.

On the day that the papers were finally signed, I felt the biggest sense of relief and empowerment.

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Two woman sitting together | Source: Unsplash

Sure, my heart was broken, and so was my home. But as I was trying to fix myself, my children stepped in, ready to fill my life with the joy that only children can.

As for Thomas? He moved back in with his parents. He didn’t even put up a fight to make things better.

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Two smiling children | Source: Pexels

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