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.
My 5-Year-Old Daughter Told Me I’m Not Her Real Dad
Josh’s entire world is shaken when his young daughter unexpectedly reveals a family secret that challenges the very core of their existence. As undisclosed affairs come to the surface, a simple DNA test emerges as the crucial tool in untangling the intricate web of deception and rediscovering the true essence of family.
I’m still grappling with the situation, and honestly, I’m at a loss. My little daughter, Amy, only five years old, dropped a bombshell on me that has shattered my reality. She casually mentioned, “Daddy, you know you’re not my real dad, right?” Initially, I brushed it off, thinking she was confused or perhaps playing a game. Kids can have wild imaginations, after all. Or maybe she had picked up something unusual from TV. I laughed it off, attempting to gently correct her, but the seriousness in her eyes gave me pause.
The instant she said it, I was hit with a wave of shock, as if an icy cold wave crashed over me. Initially, I couldn’t believe it. How could my daughter, the little girl I’ve nurtured and cherished since her birth, utter such words? I tried to reassure myself that she must have misunderstood something she heard or saw.
However, as I looked into her innocent eyes, a sinking feeling took hold of me. The way she mentioned it so matter-of-factly, without grasping the gravity of her words, tore at my heart.
The shock swiftly turned into heartache. The idea that I might not be her biological father was incomprehensible. It felt like the ground was slipping from beneath me. My mind was flooded with questions and fears.
Had Jill, my wife, deceived me? Was there something from the past that I was oblivious to? The notion that my family might not be what I thought it was left me devastated.
“Then who is your real dad, sweetie?” I asked tenderly.
“Uncle Andrew,” she blurted out, before returning to her dolls, leaving me speechless.
I was bewildered. I adore Amy more than anything, and the prospect of a hidden truth like this has left me feeling betrayed and utterly shattered. My mind was swirling with questions. How do I even begin to address this situation? How do I approach Jill about it without causing further strain? I was afraid of what I might uncover, but I knew I had to unearth the truth for Amy’s sake and mine.
I resolved to discuss Amy’s unsettling words with Jill. I needed clarity, for both Amy’s well-being and mine. So, despite the storm of emotions raging within me, I approached Jill calmly. I relayed what Amy had said, observing Jill’s reaction closely. She chuckled it off, but her laughter seemed forced, almost nervous. In that moment, I sensed there was more to this than a child’s imagination run wild.
To delve deeper into the matter, I arranged a playdate not just for Amy but also for Kyle, Andrew’s child. I anticipated a typical day, yet I remained on high alert, monitoring their interactions, searching for any clues or indications. Jill’s uneasy laughter lingered in my mind, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that this innocent playdate might uncover more than mere child’s play. It was a plunge into the unknown, but I was determined to uncover the truth, whatever it may be.
As Amy and Kyle played, I observed Andrew closely. Something about his demeanor around Amy struck me as odd, too familiar, too intimate for an uncle. I remained vigilant, listening intently, and what I overheard shattered me completely.
In her innocent, childlike manner, Amy asked Andrew, “When will we tell Josh that you’re my real Daddy?”
“Soon, sweetheart. But until then, it’s our little secret.”
My heart skipped a beat. The pain of those words was unbearable. It felt as though the ground had collapsed beneath me. Anger, betrayal, and an overwhelming sadness engulfed me.
At that moment, I realized that this wasn’t merely a child’s misunderstanding or a fabricated tale. It was a hidden truth, concealed in plain sight, and it was tearing me apart. I maintained my composure outwardly, but internally, I was screaming. How long had this lie festered? How could Andrew participate in this charade right under my nose?
After the playdate, I was distraught, but I needed answers, I craved the truth. I confronted Jill once more, armed with what Amy and Andrew had disclosed. I demanded an explanation, no more brushing it off, no more justifications. The joviality of the playdate had devolved into a nightmare, but I was determined to confront it head-on, prepared for whatever revelations ensued.
The confrontation with Jill surpassed my expectations in intensity. As soon as I broached the subject of what Amy and Andrew had discussed, the tension was palpable. Jill’s usual composed demeanor crumbled, and she broke into tears, her facade crumbling under the weight of reality.
Amidst her sobs, she admitted to a brief affair with Andrew. She attempted to rationalize her actions by citing feelings of neglect and loneliness during a rough patch in our marriage.
According to her, my workaholic tendencies and emotional distance drove her into Andrew’s arms. She painted a picture of vulnerability and desperation, a moment of weakness where she sought comfort in the wrong place.
However, her tears and justifications fell on deaf ears. My heart was too consumed by betrayal and pain to entertain her explanations. The agony of her confession, coupled with the ongoing deceit surrounding Amy’s paternity, left no room for compassion. All I could think about was the deception that had permeated my household, the trust that had been irrevocably shattered.
I was adamant about my next course of action: a DNA test. It was the only means of piercing through the lies and uncertainties, of reintroducing truth into our lives. I informed Jill of my decision, emphasizing its non-negotiable nature.
The imperative need to ascertain whether Amy was indeed my biological daughter eclipsed all other considerations. That moment marked the commencement of the end of our marriage as we knew it, propelling us into a maelstrom of legal and emotional turmoil that would redefine our family’s future.
The wait for the DNA test results was agonizing. Each day felt interminable, a relentless stretch of time teeming with anxiety, hope, and dread. My mind was in constant turmoil, vacillating between the hope that Amy was mine and the terror of an alternative reality.
During those interminable moments, I found myself reminiscing about every shared memory, every shared laugh, and every tear with Amy. She was my precious daughter, the light of my life. The notion of her not being my biological child was unfathomable, a potential reality that threatened to upend everything I held dear.
When the results finally arrived, my hands trembled as I tore open the envelope. It felt as though the entire world held its breath, awaiting the outcome along with me. As I perused the document confirming that Amy was indeed my biological daughter, a surge of relief and jubilation washed over me. It was a moment of profound clarity and validation, severing the tangled web of lies and deceit.
The joy of knowing that Amy was mine was tempered by the anguish of betrayal and the imminent dissolution of our family as I knew it. Nevertheless, in that instant, the bond between Amy and me emerged as the one unequivocal truth amidst the chaos. This revelation fortified my determination to safeguard and cherish our relationship, irrespective of the legal and emotional battles that lay ahead.
Following the emotional upheaval of the DNA test and confronting the harsh truths within our marriage, I took the inevitable next step: serving Jill with divorce papers. The decision was not made lightly, but it became evident that our marriage was beyond salvage. The breach of trust was irreparable, and I needed to prioritize the well-being of Amy and myself.
The divorce proceedings were arduous, fraught with legal complexities and emotional turmoil. However, amidst the chaos, there was a silver lining: securing joint custody of Amy. It was imperative to me that despite everything, Amy would not lose access to either of her parents. She required stability and affection, particularly during such tumultuous times.
Throughout this ordeal, my primary objective was to shield Amy from the adult complexities and preserve her innocence. We endeavored to ensure that everything was as seamless as possible for her, ensuring that she felt loved and secure. Despite the pain and betrayal, I refused to let my relationship with Jill impede Amy’s bond with her mother. Children need love, not discord.
Now, with the divorce finalized and custody arrangements in place, I feel a sense of relief. The bond between Amy and me remains unscathed, reinforced by the trials we have endured. We are moving forward, just the two of us, reconstructing our lives with new routines and a deeper connection. The ordeal was agonizing, but it brought clarity and, ultimately, a fresh start for Amy and me. Our bond is unbreakable; we are navigating this new chapter together, with hope and resilience.
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