Apprehension of people who turned out to be a terrible reality. Part 1
We all sometimes misgivings. Perhaps this is due to the fact that some very well-developed intuition. Due to it's just such a "bell", many people have managed to avoid any trouble, and even to stay alive. This is a very interesting phenomenon, when a man has a presentiment of something bad that could happen to him.
Today, users of one popular social network Reddit tell us your stories about how they have managed to avoid certain unpleasant situations, only because of his misgivings.
"He fell from a 15-meter height, smashed his head and died instantly,"
This story was told to us by the nickname Stooby2. "One day I decided with my friends to go camping. It was in the distant 80s. At the time, I loved to climb various mountains, exploring new places, canoeing, and generally, to study wildlife. I liked hiking and when one of my friends invited me to go to explore the forest and the mountains, then I, without hesitation, agreed. We had previously rented a cottage in the woods. Upon arrival, I could not get enough of the local atmosphere. In the forest, always breathe better and, of course, is more beautiful than in the city. But at some point, I felt something strange. Inside I was born some panic, and I wanted most of all to go back to the house and not go out today. "
"My friends were just about to explore the nearby mountains and asked me, well, I'll go with them. Discarding all doubts, I still decided to go. At first all went well, and I even thought that my fears were unfounded, but came to a rock, I realized that everything was back. Two of my friends decided to climb the mountain to see what kind of it with views, I told them that they did not, but they did not listen. As they climbed it, a sense of panic and fear came over me from head to toe. I began to cry unto them that they quickly get off there. Given how I was thrilled they decided to follow my advice. When one of them climbed down, his foot slipped, and he fell from the 15-meter height. This horrible picture I will never forget. My friend died instantly because it fell on the rocks and cutting his skull. "
"My grandmother was driven away from their doors serial killer"
This story came from a user under the nickname arcamdies. "In our city one time wielding serial killer. No one knew what he looked like, and already there were three killed on his account. My grandmother lived alone since her muzhumer about 15 years ago. One day some unknown man knocked on her front door. My grandmother - a practical woman, she never went to school, because they grew up on a farm, and a lifetime to work hard, containing farm, but she is not stupid. When someone knocks on the door, she always looks through the peephole, but never opens strangers. Looking through the peephole, the grandmother saw a man of forty, which apologized very much that bothers her, but his car broke down and he needed to call. Grandmother did not immediately liked the look of the man, and, despite the fact that she is a kind-hearted person, something inside her tells us that to open the door and let a stranger into the house she could not. She politely apologized, but said she was not in vain, and asked to go to some other house. About a week later the cops finally caught a serial killer, and it turned out to be the kind of person who asks for the house of my grandmother. "
"My uncle killed my aunt and cousin"
This story was told to us by the nickname phridoo. "One day, we knocked on the door of a guy and asked about whether there is the house my mother. At that time I was only 13 years old. Looking through the peephole, I could not see his face, because he was unrealistically high. All I could see, so it's a black cloak, which was stranger. He said that he had not seen her for a long time, and that he is her old friend. In fact, at first I somehow did not even think that this man is a threat, I realized it when he bent down and showed his face. It is so strange smile that immediately crept doubt and fear settled in my heart. Something persistently told me not to open the door and even stop to talk to him. I said that my mother's asleep, and I wake up it will not. In turn, under the door of a stranger slipped a note with his phone number and name. I picked it up and examined. Once when I saw the name, I immediately remembered who it was. The man with whom I spoke, was my uncle. I have not seen him since 5 years old when he went to prison for the murder of my aunt and cousin. Thanks to my inner "Chuikov" that I did not open the door, because nobody knows what the killer wanted from my mother. "