71 Shocking Moments When Trusting Their Gut Literally Saved Lives—You Won’t Believe #37
I checked the news the next morning and there was a robbery at a gas station nearby around the time I was going home. I don’t know if it was those same guys trying to take down another place, but they were giving me bad vibes.
I was underage at a club, asked an older guy to buy me a drink he responded with “what do I get in return?” I told him nothing because I’m not selling myself to him and I walked away. Three hours later and the club is almost closed, me and my friend are trying to get a uber he walks up with a group of 3 guys and says “I bought you that drink” and hands me one and walks to the other side of the bar. Had to take a second to even remember who he was, but as soon as I did I felt VERY strange. They were all kind of lingering and I didn’t drink the drink, instead tried to head outside for the uber and they followed. It was a freaky moment for sure.
During high school gym class I had a run in with a much bigger guy who was basically the class bully. He was bossing me around and I snapped back at him, causing him to go after me, ultimately choking me against a tree while the teacher was away.
Skip forward to the following summer break. I’d since apologised to the guy in person as he was not the kind of enemy I needed. One day I was on my bike heading to a local field to hang out with my friends, when I ran into the very same guy also on his bike heading the opposite way. We briefly stopped and had an awkward greeting. He asked where I was headed and (naively) I told him. He seemed friendly enough at the time so I was thinking we’d buried the hatchet.
An hour or so later I was hanging out at this field with my friends and in the distance I saw a group of about 20 other kids coming onto the field, all on bikes. I saw that leading them was the guy. Instantly my stomach dropped as I realised he was going to jump me (that happened a lot at the time with that group of people).
Luckily I was a distance off and amongst some trees so I very quickly got on my bike, said bye to my friends and booked it home. Can’t be sure, but I’m 90% sure I avoided getting the s**t kicked out of me that day.
I went to college in downtown Chicago and took the El tracks home after an evening class, it wasn’t too late, maybe like 8p? This one time there were only a few other people in the train car I was in and so everyone was spread out. At one of the stops this shady looking guy gets on and even though there were plenty of empty rows where he could sit alone he goes and sits next to a woman. Not 2sec later that woman gets up and immediately goes to another car.
This same guy then gets up from the seat turns around towards where I’m sitting, mind you like the woman, I was sitting near the window and had my backpack on the seat next to me. He sits down on my backpack without saying a word. Shocked I yank my bag from under him and thats when I see that he has this weird silver finger cover thing over his entire pointer finger. This ornament finger thing looked heavy and it had intricate carved dragons all over it except at the end where a nail would be there was like a long claw-like dagger. I look at this guy and he is just staring straight ahead, didn’t even flinch with me pulling my back pack, plus he reeked of alcohol. I then noticed this other guy who was seated across from us and was staring right at me mouthing: “GET UP NOW”. So thats what I did, I used my back pack to kind of buffer me from him and pushed myself out of the aisle as the train was approaching the last stop, I left that car and had so much adrenaline pulsing that I kept going through other train cars to get as much distance as I could, until the train came to a stop and I ran the f**k of of there and down the stairs where I alerted a cta employee about him. It was really scary and after that my boyfriend got me a taser and pepper spray that I would literally hold in my hands so that everyone could see when I rode the trains at that hour.
I was in Camden. NJ. 1991. Hanging with some people I was familiar with and my friend T. T and I were just talking, hanging out on the block while the older kids were selling to passing cars.
For a couple weeks I had been trying to convince T to stop hanging on these couple blocks. There was too much turf s**t in Camden. Always someone or other rolling through slow or staring from the end of the block. Gang s**t.
Anyway, one evening I see this car go by three times. I knew that was it. I could feel it in my gut. I saw them turn in again and then start to go a little faster. Grabbed T and got low behind a burned out car and made myself the smallest target. 3 dealers died that night. I’m pretty sure one or two of the guys in the car died, too.
