71 Shocking Moments When Trusting Their Gut Literally Saved Lives—You Won’t Believe #37
Ever had that gut-wrenching moment where your brain screams “Get outta here. Now!” but your feet are still frozen to the spot? Yeah, me too—and apparently, a lot of people have some wild stories where that instinct kicked in just in time. From waking up with a vague panic that sends someone booking a one-way flight out of dodge, to narrowly escaping blazing garages or unpredictable street violence, these “We need to leave now” tales are as gripping as they are unbelievable. Makes you wonder—how often do we ignore that little alarm bell inside, only to regret it later? Buckle up, because what follows is a collection of eye-opening escapes and split-second decisions that might just convince you to trust your gut a little more… or at the very least, keep your shoes on and your keys handy. <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/i6rrfq/whatsyourweneedtoleavenowmoment/g0zokak/” target=”blank”>LEARN MORE.
I lived in the States (Australian) for 7 years. One morning I woke up in a panic with the thought, ‘I have to go home NOW’ and booked flights.
Managed to get back to Australia 2 weeks later.
1 week later, COVID hit and the riots ensued near my old residence in the U.S.
I woke up to the smell of burnt rubber and it turned out to be that my garage was on fire. I woke up everybody in the house (9 people including a baby) and we got the hell out of there. Luckily the fire didn’t make it into the house and we had it covered by insurance but it was scary as hell.
Stopped at a burger king for lunch with a couple friends when the cops showed up because someone threatened to shoot someone. The supposed gunman left right before we walked in.
We left the burger king and just as we crossed the street, we heard gunshots coming from the place and ran for a couple blocks.
Not me,but my parents. My parents were in Thailand on their honeymoon on December 25 2004. They were by the beach. My parents say they had a feeling they should advance the tickets a day ahead. 8:00 am on the morning on 2004,they took off and saw the waves come in and destroy the resort they were in.
Went off roading with a friend in an area he’d gone to the week before. First we explored the stuff he’d already done, but decided to finish off by exploring some new areas. We get to the top of this crest and enjoy the view for a second before both looking down and seeing about 10 cars in a ravine. We were both ready to nope the f**k outta that.
Riding with brother in law to help him buy a couch he found on Craigslist.
Pull into a very shady looking apartment complex and notice a few people up front watching us pull in and suddenly calling someone with their cell. Bad body language all around.
Lizard brain says it’s an ambush.
Tell BIL and we turn around and leave.
That night on the news there was a shootout because dudes were setting people up to be robbed at the back of the complex.
Oh yeah the time when me and my friends were in an abandoned farm house and then there random unexplainable screams coming from the basement. Fun times.
I can think of many times at parties/clubs/events/ etc where I’ve felt the stare of a guy/group or guys and felt uncomfortable and that gut feeling of being uneasy and scared
Where I’ve been like “we need to leave now”
Not something uncommon when you are a girl.
Me and a girlfriend were making out in my car somewhere in downtown. Some empty parking lot at night. I happened to look out the window and see a guy walking up to us in the dark from a distance. I decided not to wait around. As soon as I started the car, he started running towards us. I took off as fast as I could.
One time I went exploring in an abandoned shed in the Everglades. Everything was fine until I saw a wall covered in wasp nests. Got out of there faster than a greyhound.
Latinamerican here.
I was with a coworker who wanted to become a youtuber, in a park that is very famous due to the apparition of *”La Llorona”* in that park’s lake, we were videorecording some s****y videos of him talking about the legends of La Llorona and stuff, notice that it was very late in the night, even for latinamerican standards, we arrived to the park near to 2 am, seeking something paranormal to occur.
And it did.
I swear that at **3:30** am every single dog from that park started running away from the lake, and I’m talking about 10-15 dogs.
It was poop town inside my pants.
