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
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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.
Devastated After Burying My Wife, I Took My Son on Vacation – My Blood Ran Cold When He Said, ‘Dad, Look, Mom’s Back!’
Imagine burying a loved one, only to see them alive again. When my son spotted his “dead” mother on our beach vacation, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The truth I uncovered was far more heartbreaking than her death.
I never thought I’d experience grief so young, but here I am at 34, a widower with a 5-year-old son. The last time I saw my wife Stacey two months ago, her chestnut hair smelled of lavender as I kissed her goodbye. Then, a phone call that will forever be etched in my memory shattered my world… 💔
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I was in Seattle at that time, finalizing a significant deal for my company when my phone buzzed. It was a call from Stacey’s father.
“Abraham, there’s been an accident. Stacey… she’s gone.”
“What? No, that’s impossible. I just talked to her last night!”
“I’m so sorry, son. It happened this morning. A drunk driver…”
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His words faded into a dull roar. I don’t remember the flight home, just stumbling into our empty house. Stacey’s parents had already arranged everything. The funeral was over, and I hadn’t been able to say goodbye.
“We didn’t want to wait,” her mother said, avoiding my eyes. “It was better this way.”
I was too numb to argue. I should have fought harder. I should have demanded to see her, to say goodbye. But grief does funny things to your mind. It clouds your judgment and makes you accept things you’d normally question.
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That night, after the funeral, I held Luke as he cried himself to sleep.
“When’s Mommy coming home?”
“She can’t, buddy. But she loves you very much.”
“Can we call her? Will she talk to us, Daddy?”
“No, baby. Mommy’s in heaven now. She can’t talk to us anymore.”
He buried his face in my chest as I held him tight, my tears falling silently. How could I explain death to a five-year-old when I could barely understand it myself?
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Two months crawled by.
I threw myself into work and hired a nanny for Luke. But the house felt like a mausoleum. Stacey’s clothes still hung in the closet and her favorite mug sat unwashed by the sink. Every corner held a memory, and those memories were slowly haunting me.
One morning, as I watched Luke push his cereal around his bowl, barely eating, I knew we needed a change.
“Hey champ, how about we go to the beach?” I asked, trying to inject some enthusiasm into my voice.
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His eyes lit up for the first time in weeks. “Can we build sandcastles?”
“You bet! And maybe we’ll see some dolphins.”
I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this trip was what we both needed to start healing.
We checked into a beachfront hotel, our days filled with sun and surf. I watched Luke splash in the waves, his laughter a soothing melody to my weary soul. I almost forgot the pain and lost myself in the simple joy of being a dad.
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On our third day, I was lost in thought when Luke came running.
“Daddy! Daddy!” he shouted. I smiled, thinking he wanted more ice cream.
“Dad, look, Mom’s back!” he said, pointing at someone.
I froze, following his gaze. A woman stood by the beach, her back to us. Same height as Stacey with the same chestnut hair. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat.
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“Luke, buddy, that’s not—”
The woman turned slowly. And my stomach dropped the moment our eyes met.
“Daddy, why does Mommy look different?” Luke’s innocent voice cut through my shock.
I couldn’t speak. My eyes were fixed on the horror about thirty yards away, laughing.
It was Stacey.
Her eyes widened as she grabbed the arm of a man next to her. They hurried away, disappearing into the crowd of beach-goers.
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“Mommy!” Luke cried, but I scooped him up.
“We need to go, buddy.”
“But Dad, it’s Mom! Didn’t you see her? Why didn’t she come say hi?”
I carried him back to our room, my mind reeling. It couldn’t be. I’d buried her. Hadn’t I? But I knew what I saw. That was Stacey. My wife. Luke’s mother. The woman I thought was dead.
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That night, after Luke fell asleep, I paced the balcony. My hands shook as I dialed Stacey’s mother.
“Hello?” she answered.
“I need to know exactly what happened to Stacey.”
Silence, then, “We’ve been through this, Abraham.”
“No, tell me again.”
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“The accident was early morning. It was too late by the time we reached the hospital.”
“And the body? Why couldn’t I see her?”
“It was too damaged. We thought it best—”
“You thought wrong,” I snapped, hanging up.
I stood there, staring out at the dark ocean. Something wasn’t right. I could feel it in my gut. And I was going to get to the bottom of it.
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The next morning, I took Luke to the kids’ club in the resort along with his nanny. “I’ve got a surprise for you later, champ!” I promised, hating myself for the lie.
I spent hours combing the beach, the shops, and the restaurants. No sign of Stacey or her companion. With each passing hour, my frustration grew. Was I going crazy? Had I imagined the whole thing?
As the sun began to set, I slumped onto a bench, defeated. Suddenly, a familiar voice made me jump.
“I knew you’d look for me.”
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I turned to find Stacey standing there, alone this time. She looked just like I remembered, but somehow different. Harder. Colder.
“How?” It was all I could manage.
“It’s complicated, Abraham.”
“Then explain it,” I snarled, my hands shaking with anger and shock as I secretly captured her conversation on my phone.
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“I never meant for you to find out like this. I’m pregnant.”
“What?”
“It’s not yours,” she whispered, not meeting my eyes.
The story slowly spilled out. An affair. A pregnancy. An elaborate plan to escape.
“My parents helped me,” Stacey admitted. “We knew you’d be away. The timing was perfect.”
“Perfect?” Do you have any idea what you’ve done to Luke? To me?”
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Tears streamed down her face. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t face you. This way, everyone could move on.”
“Move on? I thought you were DEAD! Do you know what it’s like to tell your five-year-old son his mother is never coming home?”
“Abraham, please try to understand—”
“Understand what? That you’re a liar? A cheater? That you let me grieve while you ran off with your lover?”
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“Keep your voice down,” she hissed, glancing around nervously.
I stood, towering over her. “No. You don’t get to call the shots anymore. You lost that right when you decided to play dead.”
As Stacey opened her mouth to respond, a small voice cut through, stopping me cold.
“Mommy?”
We both turned. Luke stood there, his eyes wide, clutching his nanny’s hand. My heart sank. How much had he heard?
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Stacey’s face went white. “Luke, honey—”
I scooped him up, backing away. “Don’t you dare speak to him.”
The nanny looked confused, her eyes darting between Stacey and me. “Sir, I’m so sorry. He ran off when he saw you.”
“It’s okay, Sarah. We’re leaving.”
Luke squirmed in my arms. “Daddy, I want to go to Mommy… please. Mommy, don’t leave me. Mommy… Mommy!”
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I carried him away, ignoring his tearful pleas. In our room, I packed frantically while Luke peppered me with questions.
“Why are you crying, Daddy? Why can’t we go to Mommy?”
I knelt before him, taking his small hands in mine. How could I explain this? How do you tell a child that his mother chose to abandon him?
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“Luke, I need you to be brave. Your mother did a very bad thing. She lied to us.”
His lower lip trembled. “She doesn’t love us anymore?”
The innocent question shattered what was left of my heart. I pulled him close, unable to hold back my tears. “I love you enough for both of us, buddy. Always. No matter what happens, you’ll always have me, okay?”
His tiny head nestled against my chest, a small nod followed by a deep sleep. His tears soaked through my shirt, leaving a damp, salty reminder of our shared grief.
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The next few weeks were a blur. Lawyers, custody arrangements, and explaining to Luke in terms a 5-year-old could understand. Stacey’s parents tried to reach out, but I shut them down. They were as much to blame as she was.
One month later, I sat in my lawyer’s office and signed the final papers.
“Full custody and generous alimony,” she said. “Given the circumstances, Mrs. Stacey didn’t contest anything.”
I nodded, numb. “And the gag order?”
“In place. She can’t discuss the deception publicly without severe penalties.”
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As I stood to leave, my lawyer touched my arm. “Abraham, off the record, I’ve never seen a case like this. How are you holding up?”
I thought of Luke, waiting at home with my parents, the only ones he could trust now. “One day at a time!” I said.
In the eyes of the law, I was no longer a widower. But in my heart, the woman I married was gone forever, leaving behind only a ghost of broken promises and shattered trust.
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Two months later, I stood on our new balcony, watching Luke play in the backyard. We’d moved to a different city, a fresh start for both of us. It hadn’t been easy. Luke still had nightmares and still asked about his mom. But slowly, we were healing.
One day, my phone buzzed with a text from Stacey.
“Please, let me explain. I miss Luke so much. I’m feeling so lost. My boyfriend broke up with me. 😔🙏🏻“
I deleted it without responding. Some bridges, once burned, can never be rebuilt. She’d made her choice, and now she had to live with it.
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As the sun set on another day, I hugged my son tight. “I love you, buddy,” I whispered.
He grinned up at me, his eyes shining with trust and love. “I love you too, Daddy!”
And in that moment, I knew we were going to be okay. It wouldn’t be easy, and there would be tough days ahead. But we had each other, and that’s what mattered most.
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