Fun fact: if the woods ever go quiet, get a gun or yourself out. Birds and other animals know humans aren't usually a threat so make noise around us. Only time its quiet for no reason is if there's a predator in the area. Im a ranch manager and the first time this happened, a mountain lion attacked a horse. Another time was a junky who was wondering the woods and screamed like a banshee when he noticed me from the other side of a lake. Pretty sure the mountain lion didn't go near as i was using a lawn mower most of the day and the junky didnt pull anything because i just shouted that i had a rifle on me.

The one where they were taken by 3 large men into some sketchy basement had me wonder why they didn't already run when they were led into an alley. Like this is so obvious that something nefarious is going to happen, why go inside, down the stairs and THEN decide to run. The men clearly were walking in that order to stop you from escaping. That's terrifying

45:26 wtf kind of mother leaves their kid to take a *BUS, ALONE, ON PAINKILLERS, AFTER SURGERY WITH ANESTHESIA?!?!?!* I swear sometimes these stories make me question how we survived as a species with people like that as parents...

"....one of the many, many reasons i dont exercise" 😂

People really misunderstand the meaning of "a grain of salt." When kids tell you they saw a van with a man hanging out looking around, don't assume their mind is playing tricks on them. Yes, maybe they're wrong. You should take it in stride if so, because of course, MAYBE they're wrong. But if not, you end up with stories like story 21. If you feel suspicious of something, especially so if a kid is suspicious of something so dangerous as abduction, treat it seriously until there's plentiful evidence to prove otherwise. Proper caution is cheaper than a lost child.

When you're in the woods, the silence usually means everything is hiding from... Something.

The human race has only survived for so long because it is good at sensing danger. Most important skill you need is to be able to act on your sense of danger and leave the group even if it seems like it would give you negative status with them.

hitting a concrete wall going 80 is pretty much a death sentence

A small story of mine was when I was in a mental health institution for let's just say, not being nice to myself. A girl twice my size and I didn't get along too well. I am very non confrontational, and you won't see me in a physical fight unless I absolutely need to defend myself. We were both in the rec room and I was playing some just dance. She was mad because her time ended and it was my turn to have a go at it. The staff left the room for a few minutes for some dumb reason and I kept feeling her eyes boring into me. Half way through the song I had the feeling that I needed to get to the ground fast. No sooner did my chest hit the floor, a chair hit the TV I was dancing infront of. If I didn't drop to the floor, the chair would have hit me instead. She got a day in the quiet room for that.

I used to take the bus all the time. One night I got some weird vibes from a guy sitting a couple rows down from me, he kept looking at me and I noticed he specifically payed attention when someone called for a stop and every time the bus stopped. A few stops before mine I pretended to get ready to go, put my phone in my purse, sat up straight, I pulled the stop chord and made myself look like I was getting off. When the bus stopped I watched him get off, and as the bus drove off he stared at me through the window. I shiver to think what he would've done if I had gotten off with him.

I was (attempting) to learn how to drive. I took a turn going too fast into the oncoming lane. No one was on the road but I had this intense feeling of "get off the road now!", so instead of trying to correct myself I drove into a ditch. This giant truck appeared out of no where and before my back wheel was even off the road he blew straight past us. If I'd tried to correct myself we would've gotten T-boned and myself and my friends would've died. Dude was going like 80 in a residential and was not slowing down.

Man the guy in the truck helping with the coyote was a twist. Glad they are ok

17:25 that guy had a full Final Destination premonition

Back in late 80s, I was scheduled to open at McDonald's. I was supposed to be in at 5 AM. As I was reaching for my car door, something told me "Don't go to work yet." I went back inside and sat on the couch for 10 minutes. At the same time, my co worker Liz was on her way to work and realized she forgot her hat, so she turned around and went home. Liz and I arrived at the same time, albeit late. Just as we pulled in, another car was pealing out. We got to the door, and the opening manager was sitting there in tears. She opened the door and literally collapsed in my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Another girl was sitting there, white as a sheet. It turns out that when the manager and other girl arrived, three guys jumped out from behind the bushes and put a gun to their head. They forced the manager to the office to get all the money. She never had the chance to lock the door. Liz and I were due any minute. Robber told her, "if anyone else shows up, all of you are dead." Manager gave him all the money in the safe and gave it to them. Remember the car pealing out when Liz and I got there? That was them!

WATERY.CHOCOLATE.MILK. I have never laughed out loud SO HARD over a KZfaq video. I personally don't like drinking yoo-hoos, but that is a beautiful way to describe them.

I've done the opposite. I was leaving a bar with a group of friends and we were going down an escalator. We were grouped up and chatting, not walking, and not all on one side (in general you're supposed to stick to the right side if you're not walking on escalators so people who are walking can pass). A guy came up behind us and yelled at us for blocking the path and I said something along the lines of "we're like 5 seconds from the bottom, calm down." He then said he had a knife and I burst out laughing at how ridiculous of a comment that was. We got to the bottom of the escalator and he just walked away, but being drunk definitely leads to doing stupid things.

Here's my own story I was 20 years old, working at a photo studio inside my local Walmart and dependent on the bus line. It was around the holidays so the studio was staying open later than usual, plus I had a bit of shopping to do afterwards so I had to take the bus home around 11 pm. The 15 minute bus ride home was uneventful, I pulled the bell to alert my stop and exited with my bags. Hardly anyone ever boards or exits at this stop as it's a very small town, and no one else stands to exit. When I get to the crosswalk a fair distance from the stop, I see the bus finally leaving and one of the other passengers had gotten off and is walking my direction. No big deal, there's a bar next to the crosswalk so I figure he's going there and continue across the street. I do take notice that he's average height, overweight, wearing a dark jacket and a ball cap pulled low to obscure his face. My apartment building is on this street that curves around, a sense told me to look behind me and when I did I see that the guy had crossed the street and was following behind. A little concerned I pick up my pace slightly, then peek over my shoulder, he has also picked up his pace and is slowly closing the gap. I pick up my pace again and can hear him do the same. I'm approaching the street near my complex which is pitch black as there aren't street lights for this section and I know that's where it's going to go down. I lower all my shopping bags into my hands so I can drop them and get prepared to kick off my flats so I can book it. I'm internally panicking a bit hoping I can outrun him, meanwhile still hearing his quickening pace behind me. Just as I'm approaching, I hear my name being called out from the darkness and I see my husband pushing our infant daughter in her stroller come out of the darkness and with so much relief I could choke I jogged up to them and shakily said "oh hi! I didn't expect you to meet me out here." (The walk from the bus stop is only a few blocks). I turned to check on the guy and saw him turn down a dead end street with only 3 or 4 houses on it. My husband said he just had this urge to come meet me at the stop, something he hadn't done before, something just told him to do it. As we walked (in the pitch black area of the street where the guy wouldn't have been able to see us), I turned to look again and saw him walking back toward the main road/bar/bus stop. That's when I started really hyperventilating because I knew, without a doubt that he was stalking me and had intended to attack me somehow. My awareness and my husband's instincts most likely saved me that night.

For those confused about dreams. It’s actually scientifically sound that they’re prophetic to a degree. To put it simply, our subconscious is rooted in the patterns we ignore but memorize. Those patterns emerge in the wishy washy dream state our subconscious puts us through. So you can absolutely predict the near future or possible future events just by passively absorbing that inevitability about to happen

Whew! Storytime! Decades ago living in Newark, Deleware, I had two roommates. Two of us were in a band together, and two of them were best friends. We went to a party one night, ranch style house with a basement, loud music, people hanging out all over the place. The three of us had gotten separated, doing our own thing. I was in the basement, chilling and chatting, when R came down the stairs, walked straight up to me, and said, “We need to go. Now. We gotta find M and we gotta go. Now.” She was keeping her voice low and was looking me dead in the eyes. Something was serious. Ok, we go upstairs, find M, and we leave. Outside and walking our way back to our apartment, R told us “They’re having a Klan meeting downstairs.” Downstairs. Like, precisely where I had been. And I remembered a back room down there that people kept going into. Thank goodness for R (with her 6' blonde blue-eyed self) getting my Black @$$ and M (who was looking terribly chic that evening in his black eyeliner and my black skirt) TF out of there. Yeah, 1989 was wild.

This is a story my dad told me. Shortly after I was born, my parents won a vacation to the Bahamas and while they were there they went to this beach, and in swimming distance there was a little island. He said that on the beach there was this really weird, twisted and unique tree. Well, while they’re there, my dad convinces my mom to try and swim over to the island. She’s reluctant at first but agrees and they start swimming. It’s not very deep, but too deep at some parts their feet don’t reach. They are really mostly wading. About halfway there, they get to a part that is just full of thick sea grass and my mom is immediately like “hell no, I’m not going through that”. My dad tries to convince her but she absolutely won’t go and so they swim back to the beach. About a week after they get back home, they’re watching the news and there was a guy from the same city in the same state as us (he was a dr or smth) who was on vacation in the Bahamas and passed away. They show on the news a picture of the beach, and in the picture is the same weird twisted tree and the same island that my mom and dad and went to. The guy died after he DID swim through the sea grass in an attempt to get to the island and was attacked and killed by tiger sharks ! Absolutely wild

My mom took me to the library to print somethings for a homework assignment. After a few rounds to the printer and back she got us out of there. She explained in the car that every time I went to the printer, an old man was following a few feet behind me. He followed us out and stared us down as we were leaving. She called the library but I don't know what happened afterwards.

This new guy has grown on me, used to just watch the ones with the usual narrator but now I’m watching all of these

Here's a nice one to help you all with the trauma: I needed to arrange a tall ship sailing trip for a program I was doing. My 3 other friends on the program picked one company and I just had an instinctual urge to go with this other boat (a lot less fancy looking tgan theirs, much less exciting trip and much cheaper/closer to home). I really couldn't explain it, but I absolutely HAD to pick that one. I usually also hated doing anything alone, but something in me made me want to do this. I had the best time, met awesome people who inspired me to be a better person (I genuinely changed myself after this trip), just honestly made such a difference in my life. My friends had an awful time, they were on horrible shifts, through the night, doing dangerous work and had sleep deprivation, food was bad, just all round absolutely miserable! Definitely glad I trusted my gut on that one!

So my medically diagnosed anxiety can save me and I won't know if it will save me or not. This fills me with even more anxiety...

I lived in a small beach community as a teenager. We used to hang out at each others houses all the time and everyone walking home at night was a normal thing to do. One night I was walking home, a street I had walked countless times but this time, as I was about 10-15 meters from a little dark patch of the road my neck hairs stood up and felt a void in my stomach. A voice in my head said "RUN!". I hadn't seen or heard anything, but I started jogging anyway. Just as I was entering the dark spot I saw movement in the corner of my eye. I start running. A man emerged out of the shadows and I booked it turbo speed. I felt his hand miss me by literally nothing while saying "I finally got you". I was an athletic teenager thankfully and I was fast AF. Ran full speed all the way home. Mom and Stepdad went out looking for the dude with a shotgun. Didn't find him but he was a known criminal in the area and if he had managed to grab me I would have been 1000% SA'd, if not worse.

Simply surviving childhood can be a major accomplishment.

80 miles an hour into brick wall?! He died

Rare case here: I’m a man and got roofied or something like in the first story, but by a woman. Went barhopping in Nashville and someone brought along a friend. She was a girl I went to high school with and was always super weird (might possibly have been mildly autistic, even. But she was a furry and shit, never showered or shaved body hair, etc.). Many times she would approach me being all flirtatious even though on a couple occasions I told her outright that I just wasn’t interested. Anyway fast forward to the barhopping 7 years later and she, of course, is excited to talk to me. I’m a prime example of people being totally different after high school so I figured the same probably happened to her. Because of this I was happy to catch up, see how she’d been, etc. Ya know, give it a shot, because she was never visually unattractive, just way, way weird. Things actually seem to be going alright and, from what I can tell, she’d grown to be a fine woman (at least I’d hope so because she was 24 where I was 21). After about 30-40 minutes I started feeling kind of off. I’m the type who has to be absolutely wrecked to start slurring and stuff as I’m quite coordinated, and I had been nursing, much like a wimp, the same 12 oz glass of jack I’d bought about an hour ago. I told my brother I felt way too off and had him drive me home after some intense convincing and I immediately went to sleep. I have insomnia and I didn’t wake up for 13 hours after that night. I knew something was up immediately. I didn’t even have to investigate; I woke up to a text telling me she got arrested because she was caught spiking another guy’s drink in the same bar shortly after we left. Might wonder how I found that info out so fast. Well, as soon as I looked up the jail booking records I contacted the jail and let them know that I was at the bar with her and had some shit happen to me and immediately went in to make a statement. She ended up getting 6 years with the possibility of parole

the mother dreaming and feeling bad about shooting reminded me of that time me my mom and my stepfather were going to go out together, but right before leaving my mom had a really bad feeling on her stomach pushing her to lay down, she laid down and couldn't get off the couch, so my stepfather went alone and i stayed with my mom, a few minutes later my mom started to feel better and her ex, my dad, called her all desperate saying that her bf got into a car crash in front of the place he works

The time a county cop stopped me for no reason on I-5 between Escondido and San Diego. He asked where I was from and where I was going. Being young and stupid I answered him. Happily, my answer was that I was on the way to say goodbye to friends and catch a flight home. He sighed and said "Well, have a safe trip," and walked back to his car to leave. I was thoroughly confused and mentioned the encounter to my friends. They frowned and said "This isn't the first time we've heard this story." I flew home and mostly forgot about it. Four years later I was watching 60 Minutes. They started a segment about a cop in SoCal who was stopping women, kidnapping and r@ping them. Then the picture came onscreen. Same guy.

Go HOSPITAL! If you've been drugged, go the hospital

When I was in college I went to a park with a couple of friends in the middle of the night (stone sober, just bored) and we were about to walk down a trail when all three of us got a weird bad feeling at the same moment. We shared a couple glances and hurried back to the car without even discussing it. If I remember right, some instinct had us watching the trail, not just turning and running. Definitely walked, but quickly. Next day, we hear there was a cougar sighted in the area, which was extremely rare. Like unheard of for our area. To this day, I have never felt the same deep dread in the pit of my stomach, hyperawareness of every hair and movement of the wind.

Not me, but my aunt was on vacation 23 years ago, and the afternoon of her flight, she and her friend, who she was with, decided that they instead wanted to take a later flight for some reason. The flight she was supposed to be on was the one that crashed into the pentagon. Not exactly a “need to get out” feeling, but some sort of gut instinct that saved her and her friend’s life.

I didnt have a feeling at all, my shirt saved me. I was around 11 in this story. Me and another friend went to this martil arts school which was right up the street from a cafe. It had a uniform that had a pair of black pants and a shirt that had multiple different variants, but we were both wearing a tye-dye rainbow shirt that said “blank Kung fu school blank academy” in big letters. Shirt stood out quite a bit. Anyway, me and my friend liked going to the cafe, but not crossing the parking lot entrances since it was pretty fast moving, so we would go through the back alleyway. That day we were going through the alleyway and a guy walked up. This was a pretty big alley and very used so not at all unusual. Guy slowed down when he saw us, and started reaching behind his back. Me and my friend gave each other “FUCK” looks and got ready to bolt screaming out heads off into the school where both our parents and a horde of other adults were training. The guy saw our shirts and stoped to read it, visibly reading. He pulled his hand away from the back and started walking very fast. We ran the whole way to the cafe and never used that alley again. Freaky still, several years later.

Love the singing dude 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

I walk home at night in the winter, i work night shift and dont drive. If your a night person you learn to know when your safe and when your not. You learn where the street lights are and what gas stations are open incase you need a spot to run to. You learn where the dangerous drivers tend to be and who else is usually around. It also helps that we tend to be sober when walking, i would not recommend even night people try to walk home drunk

This narrator is so much funnier and his deeper voice makes listening easier. 🖤

An actual person reading this stuff is so nice (The wild narrators are coming back) Nature is healing ❤❤❤

As a southerner and to answer the question of how does someone look “regularly rednecky”, half the time it’s obvious sunburns and unkempt hair, squinted eyes, if they have a beard it’s scraggled. Pretty easy to spot. There isn’t exactly a such thing as not your average one, maybe a bit better dressed I suppose

Heard a truck driver describe how it feels if your semi blows a tire. I believe his words were "It feels like being hit with the fist of god". Semi tires exploding have a lot of energy to distribute in a very short time. Don't be where it happens.

I remember during my summer job, I was driving a white van with some older teens who were getting their first job experience. As we were driving along to our next location the car was beeping like mad, icon showing that one of the doors were open. No big deal, the side door was a slide to shut and almost always didn’t close properly unless you really used all your force. So I slowed our white van down, told the teen sitting closest to the door to give it another go, and- as they slide the side door open- there is a young child outside looking petrified. Somewhere out there I imagine he might someday tell a story like what’s in this video. Woops, sorry kid 😅

2nd story: wtf were you thinking? Even getting that far.

I had one of these experiences a couple weeks ago. I live in tornado alley and it also takes me 40-45 minutes to get from home to work vice versa. One day I'm at work and overheard 2 employees discuss that management approved the use of liberal leave. Liberal leave allows employees to leave work due to inclement weather conditions. My gut told me that I should use liberal leave and go home early before the weather gets bad. I finish all my tasks and tell my supervisor I am using liberal leave, supervisor authorizes it and I leave work about 2 and a half hours early. Sure enough I turn on the news to see that a tornado went right through the highway I take everyday and had I left at my normal time I would've been caught by the tornado. The next day as I am driving into work, I see the path the tornado took and that it completely destroyed a grain silo and someone's house. I hope whoever lived there was okay as their house was turned into rubble.

Enough about the face reveal. This channel is run by a car

Not my story, but rather, my grandma’s. She felt a horrible feeling one night while my grandpa was at the bar. She called the bar and told him to GET OUT. He did. The bar either had a natural gas explosion or bad fire, I can’t remember, but people were injured and some killed. Her called saved him. Apparently this wasn’t the first time my grandma knew when something was wrong. She had this happen several times throughout her life and she was always right. I only met her once in my life and I never got to ask her about this. Would’ve loved to know more.

My mom told me this. Her and her mom both separately got a sudden feeling of danger while walking down the same path, hours apart from each other. Both of them listened to that feeling and ran home. One of them brought it up and the other revealed that they had felt it too. Not long after that, they found out on the news that a woman had been killed on that exact area of the trail, around the same time they had been there. Probably just after. They both believed maybe they were being considered as potential victims by this predator. Unknown if this guy was ever caught or any specifics of the crime.

Any time someone mentions a large white van it makes me think of the one my family owned for years. Like it was literally one of those pedo vans. During the summer my parents taught vacation bible school and my dad would take out the back seats to lay down a large mattress and then go to the different neighborhoods where kids wanted to go to VBS but their parents didn't have a way to get them there. So imagine some large dude driving up to a crowd of kids and their parents, throwing open the sliding door to a mattress on the floor, and the parents eagerly helping their kids climb inside. We all thought it was fun to ride around like that but looking back it sounds sketchy as hell, also just really dangerous to have a dozen small children just chilling like that in a moving vehicle. The 90's were a wild time.

My mother and her friends were driving on a winding mountain road a long time ago, when she had a really bad feeling and told them all they should turn around. They didn't listen to her. The feeling got worse. She urged them to turn around. They still continued. She finally said, "Stop the car! I'm getting out!" They did. They let her out on the side of the road. Up the road, they missed a turn, flew right off the side. All three of them died. Absolutely insane to me. My mom found out later that it was the same turn her dad had died on years before.

Once i was camping i got this gut wrenching feeling just before i was going to sleep. I felt that something bad was about to happen, so i put out the fire, grabbed my gun and went and hid in some bushes some 30 meters away from the tent. About 10 minutes later 3 dudes armed with knives and a shovel showed up looking for me, they searched the area but didn't find me. The adrenaline kick combined with the fear of getting ready to kill someone is beyond anything I've ever felt before or since. I felt like shit for days.

I once had to stop to get gas late at night after work when I was maybe 17. There was another car parked two pumps over from me full of teenage boys and it gave me the jeebies. I quickly put the pump in and got back in my car and locked the door. A minute later one of them came over and knocked on my door so I barely cracked the window. He asked me for a light, I said I didn’t smoke, so he wondered back over to his buddies. I could hear them laughing and they still weren’t leaving despite being there before me. When my gas was done I sped through putting my cap back on before taking off.

All it takes to dodge something bad is to let that tingle tell you no. Its one thing to feel nervous, or hesitant in banal circumstances, but its a very raw uncomfortable fear these feelings. Like a spike in your neck and gut. Listen to those

I was 18 with a 16 year old friend smoking weed in this outdoor dumpster room. An employee came in with some trash and, being me, I offered him a hit. He said no but his smile was cynical. My friend already had a bad feeling but I always give people the benefit of the doubt. He pointed behind the dumpster saying he found something cool. I peaked my head in and realized that that was the absolute perfect place to get SA'ed. I took my friend's hand and ran.

It's shocking to see how often these gut feelings can prevent something terrible from happening. The tale of the girls in Italy almost getting kidnapped was particularly frightening. Thanks for sharing these important reminders to always trust your intuition.

Story 4: the reference to "yoo hoo" (spelling?) made me think of a brand of glue, Uhu, also pronounced yoo hoo!

After listening to these stories…some ppl r still confused as to why so many women chose “the bear”🤦🏽‍♀️

I love your voice! You're hilarious!!!😂

45:16 I’m effing sorry, OP’s mom isn’t mad that her daughter was nearly robbed and assaulted, but that she was called by the cops to pick up her daughter!? Wow, mother of the effing year

these intoxication stories is the reason why I don't drink or do drugs and never will.

My "WE NEED TO GET OUT" moment: (Not really a LIFE SAVING thing, just a WE NEED TO GET OUT moment.) (More like my dads, but yk.) Me and my friends are beginners in abandoned house exploring, and there was a huge mansion next to my cousins house. Had an elevator shaft, and it all just got abandoned. Birds on the floor, floors unfinished, graffiti on the walls, a fridge, and a whole boat. There had to have been 30 or 50 worth of metal rods in the garage alone. So much money wasted. Suddenly, my father yelled "WE NEED TO GET OUT, *NOW.* " I ran downstairs, out the garage door, since it was the only unlocked place. I genuinely got lost, because of how big the house was. I nearly fell down the elevator shaft. Turns out the whole place was infected with black mold.

On a weekend away at a seaside town with my cousin, who never refuses a fight or to call out a troublemaker. After being at the nightclub drinking we were walking down the promenade on the way back to our accommodation, and stopped to watch the ocean and just chat for a while (chill vacation). There were a couple of separate groups of guys a small distance away and I got a bad feeling about them. I said to my cousin that I think trouble is brewing and he agreed we might as well head back to our accommodation. The next morning there were police cars all over the promenade. Turns out a massive brawl broke out and a guy got stabbed. Sure glad we left when we did.

My mom had taken me, my brother and sister to a park where my sister’s swim team did their morning workouts. I was 11, my brother was 9 and we headed for the playground and started swinging.After a while three teenage boys walked up to us and started asking me questions, like did I have a boyfriend. My body had gone rogue, I looked about 15 and I got a lot of the wrong kind of attention. The 3 of them started grabbing at me and caught the chain, leaving me sitting right in front of them, unable to leave. My brother took off for the pool. The creepy teens started groping me and I was terrified. It was early and nobody else was around. Before they could drag me off somewhere my brother returned with my mom, so they ran off. So it wasn’t me knowing something was off, but my skinny little brother and his protective instinct. Thank God for him!

One time I was walking around my small neighborhood with a friend and a white van drove down the road and started slowing down next to us. My friend was next to me in a way where she wasn’t really visible from the road, but when the truck started slowing down, she looked around me to see why they were stopping. When the driver, who looked to be a guy in maybe his 30s, saw my friend he sped up again and drove away. We were convinced that if he would have done something if it had been only one of us.

some of these people have instincts that border on precognition, holy shit

Gotta say its a breath of fresh air when i hear an ACTUAL person reading these. Especially one as charismatic as this one. 36:50 and apparently can sing! (I know its only like 2 seconds but the way he hit that note? Come on)

There is also a unique sound that an 18 wheeler tire tread has when it is coming loose. I have been behind an 18 wheeler on 2 occasions and instead of the steady hum, I heard an uneven thumping sound, so I moved to another lane, and on both occasions, within a minute I saw in my rearview the tread flying off the wheel. I make it a point to avoid following 18 wheelers closely.

36:52 Lmao this is why I love this channel, love the random singing😂

I’m often a true crime and missing person watcher, but this is the one video I had to pause because I was just getting so anxious about all these situations

My inner me has saved me, gotten me places and is always good to me.

For a lot of “the police didnt seem to care”, they do. They dont want to tip off the potential serial killer so they have to get their ducks in a row. It just will feel like nothing is being done since nothing can be publicized yet

My aunt worked at FSU with Ted Bundy (yes, the serial killer). He was helping her carry some work equipment across campus, She told me that when they walked through a semi wooded area between buildings, she got the most terrible feeling of dread in her life while in the woods. Nothing happened to her... This was shorty before he "visited" the sorority house.

if your drink has been tampered with don't go home call an ambulance or go to the hospital... have your blood checked then go back to the club have them check the cameras and charge the person... don't let them get away with it

Mothers arent always on the ball. Theyre just panicky so often theyre bound to eventually get one right.

Survive the storm and hail, but proceeds to hitchhike and dies anyway….

29:00 Everytime my mom has a dream about a tornado someone close to her dies. I have no reason to think she's lying and as far as I've seen it's either real or she's a grim reaper. So creepy....

You should do one of these videos on survivors of CPS. I guarantee there's probably stories on Reddit about the horrors of being in CPS custody. I know there's stories out there because I personally experienced some of them

That's why I am cautious ⚠️ about my surroundings and I don't trust anyone who I don't know personally 🤷. I tell my friends and family members to make sure that they locked up their doors and windows when they are home 🏡 alone. Call the police 🚔 officers immediately if they have any problems. Stay safe and healthy 🙏 💓. Listen to your inner voice 🙏 if you're nervous about any situation makes you feel uncomfortable leaving that situation is the best decision in your life.

Your commentary was A1 my dude. Also your drunk girl voice was spot on!

one time on my way home via the school bus, it started to gently rain. After we dropped one person i just sat between the next person and the door. The teacher after like 10 seconds told me to move, so I did. later during the ride, it started to rain hailstones. we got on with the ride and one of the urban routes to my place was barred off by a whole tree. we watched it fall. We turned around and followed through a different route. A tree literally fell on a car directly in front of us if I hadn't just sat between the door and that guy, we probably would have died

So about story 18: The Stanley Cup final one. This took place in the 2011 playoff run. A thing to know about the 2 teams competing for the Stanley Cup in the final that year, they both have their own reputations, Vancouver Canucks had a reputation of not exactly being a great team and not often making it so far into the playoffs, and Boston Bruins had a reputation of being a rough team to go against, they literally had players on their team who were basically "enforcers" aka the guys more than willing to slam the opposing team into the boards, start fights etc . . . and they would do this repeatedly. This was also a home game for the Canucks so people were super hyped for a win and a big celebration, even the city was excited for a win as the big outdoor gatherings were city sanctioned events. When the Canucks unfortunately lost, they we good sports about it on the ice and did what was required of them, but the fans outside of the building, shit went crazy. The OP of that story said "people got a little rowdy" but that's not the full truth, it was a full on riot and that is not the character of our fans typically. Rumor has it that there were people in the crowd who were never there as fans but there to riot and wreck things regardless. The city has never as far as I know thrown a hockey related street party since then. Also useful to note, The Boston Bruins have now won the Stanley Cup a grand total of 6 times (The most any team has won the cup is 24 times by the Montreal Canadians), The Vancouver Canucks have won the cup a grand total of 0 times, they get close but they've never actually won it and to me this is why things went as crazy as they did, our fans are not used to our team winning or getting quite so far into the playoffs ever (this current playoff run they got to round 2 of 4 and then were eliminated by the Edmonton Oilers) and if you were to watch that game 7, it was a tense game to say the least, I remember watching it on TV back in the day and it was tense, then watching the news coverage about the riot after the fact.

44:00 My family has stayed in Gainesville, Georgia the past few years for vacation and enjoyed being a drivable distance to Atlanta. Hearing this story is chilling because I loved staying there, the Botanical Garden was one of my favorite places to visit

I'm just glad the he avoided the dog

I have a good friend that has the opposite power. He has the power to always want to go somewhere right after the bad thing happens. We went to a gas station on a road trip to get gas but it was robbed 10 minutes ago and cops were everywhere. We went to a casino in Atlantic City and got there like 5 minutes after a stabbing on the boardwalk outside it. Those are the only ones I can think of off the top of my head but he has this happen more often than it should

Love this narrators voice. Please bring him back!

About fifteen years ago, I was super into the rave scene but one time, I went to this rave & the vibes were just off. I had traveled three hours to get there & paid good money for my ticket & for my outfit & party favors but after about an hour, I convinced my friends we needed to get outta there. Shortly after we left, there was a shooting. So fucking thankful we left when we did. My friends always listened to my gut instincts after that. It saved us from another violent attack (knife) at a house party later on too.

The one with the cops and the people on the train is wild, talk about an abuse of power.

It is really amazing what the body is able to do when adrenaline hits the nervous system and fight/flight mode is loaded. Just a bit of advice. If you feel you are being followed head back into the store. The more people around you the less likely the other person (s) will be to complete their nefarious plan. Also it is safer to not lead people to your vehicle. Last but not least, if you are in your vehicle and think you are being followed head to the nearest Police Station.

My father saved me as a small toddler.(1970-71) We had to take a taxi to the next town over for groceries. Usually I would be on my mum's lap in the front seat, while dad would sit in the back. One trip dad insisted that I sit on his lap in the back. As the trip continued, a very large rock fell out of the gravel truck in front of the taxi and smashed through the front window of the taxi. My mother got all bruised and cut up. If I had been in my usual spot with mum, I would have been badly hurt or worse.

Always a good time when undersparked or really sparked uploads also congratulations on 100k subs your growing vary fast rightfully so cuz this is the best Reddit video I’ve seen and I almost only watch Reddit videos 90% of wich are yours 😂😂

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My spider sense has saved me several times in my life. Always trust your gut !

I’ve had a drink drugged and I didn’t feel normal until three days later. That shit is scary.

I had my internal RWR bug me about the doorman at the hotel I was staying at once, nothing I could throw a dart at but just had the strangest sensation that something was off, I got out of the hotel pool not long after, If you have that intuition, listen to it, nothing eventful happened, but I'd rather have the events be when I schedule them.

Great narration!

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May 22, 2011 on vacation traveling from ST. Louis, Missouri to Texas. I woke up early in the morning to a voice saying " leave now!" I wake my husband up and we left the hotel driving on I44 we stopped in joplin, Missouri. The clouds were puffy and the sun was out. We left and we get to Tulsa when I heard of the tornado in Joplin. That voice (God) saved our lives.

23:10. I just wanna say: I hear you man, these are not for people with a faint of heart. Thank you for doing it, can't imagine how many sleepless nights this gives you.

My friend Dana and I went to a concert in Miami. On our way home, we got lost. This was before cell phones and GPS. Anyway, we pull into a convenience store, and I saw a guy in the parking lot. I asked for directions, and as he was giving me directions, I looked down and saw a gun tucked in his pants. I got to the car and told Dana, "Get the hell out of here, NOW. This place is about to get robbed." We sped off. When we got to the light, a cop pulled up next to us. I motioned to him to roll down the window. I told him what I saw, and he immediately turned on the sirens and cut across three lanes of traffic to turn around and go to the convenient store. When I got home later on, I turned on the news. They showed the store we were at and related how a cop walked into an armed robbery and was shot.

Advice on drugged drinks: if you’ve only had a single drink yet your starting to feel drinker than you should be get the fuck out of there. Doesn’t matter if you’re actually right or not don’t take the god damn chance.

Fun fact, your subconscious is able to pick up on subtle cues, details, and changes that can be signs of danger, alerting you in the form of anxiety, unease, or a feeling something bad is going to happen, despite you not consciously noticing anything

Had one years ago when my family was on a roadtrip in Colorado. We were staying at a ski resort and on the second morning we got a news report that snow was coming in and my parents asked if we wanted to stay and do some snow tubing for an hour before we left. My sister and I just went “NO WE NEED TO GO NOW” and so we did. We drove straight home (with pit stops for gas and food) for 15 hours and we were ahead of a freak blizzard by a few minutes the whole time