Gut Feelings

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Gut feelings. Are they just bad tacos or your inner psychic trying to warn you? Either way, they can't be ignored. In this episode of Let's Get Weirdish. We're exploring the weird world of instincts, premonitions, and those times when your gut knew way more than your brain ever could. I'm your host, Amanda. Buckle up and let's get Weirdish. First, we're gonna get deep in Reddit. Y'all we're in the Reddit thread. When has a gut feeling ever saved your life? Winter Bird said I almost got kidnapped once I was like 23 or so. I was walking down the street a little after dusk. I saw a van approaching a little ahead, no lights on. Didn't think much of it due to the time of day. The van slowed down and almost started creeping. I was approaching this part of the sidewalk, which had a tall, solid wall fence to a community. This gave me some pause in that quick moment for me to keep walking. I'd have to go between the wall and the van. In the little time it took me to get a couple of steps. As the van was getting close, I noticed the side door was slowly starting to open. The one thought in my mind was, why isn't the light turning on inside the van? When you open the door of a vehicle, the light should come on inside it unless you deliberately switch that off. And I just ran to the median. I ran in front of the van across the street because if they're gonna get me, they're gonna have to use me as roadkill have at it. But they're not getting me in one glorious piece, which I think is freaking hilarious. Immediately that van took off, like someone lit it on fire from a slow crawl to a full speed. And as I looked to see the plates, I noticed it didn't have any and still no lights. I called the police. They sent cars and didn't find the van. I never had anything like this happen again, and I'm just an ordinary person, so I don't suspect it was targeted. I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Y'all. That is freaking wild. You just don't ever know. How many times during our life have we ever just randomly walked down a sidewalk, whether it's shopping or walking around the corner to go somewhere. You just don't know. People are crazy. I can say one thing, that gal is lucky. I've had something like this happen once I was 15 years old and we were on a cruise. It was me, my mom, my stepdad, and my younger brother, Austin, I'm not sure if you've ever been on a cruise, but most of them have teen clubs. My parents told me that I could stay at the teen club. I don't even remember how much longer. And they took my brother and they went back to the room I guess it was time for me to go back down to the room. And I had went and I got on the elevator and there was a man in there, and I honestly don't remember if he was talking to me. I think he was, but I don't remember what he said. Like I just knew that something was wrong. I don't know why. I just knew something was not right and that I needed to get out of there. And it stopped on a floor and the elevator opened and it was the weirdest thing because it wasn't a button that he or I pushed. So it was a God thing. But the elevator opened. Okay. And I went to take off running and he grabbed at the back of my shirt and I was running like, my momentum was going so hard that my shirt slipped out of his grasp. And I remember the elevator close and he hollered something, but he just let the door close. And I guess because like he knew I was gonna scream and I ran down the stairs all the way down to our room. And I wanna say I told my parents, but I don't remember because guys, I'm almost 34 years old. That was a long time ago, but it's definitely something that I will never, ever forget. Okay, this is another one from the thread from earlier, after a party many years ago. I was driving home at like 4:00 AM with my friend, passed out in the passenger seat, been there, done that. I was driving fast down a steep hill that's like half a mile long, at least. I was on autopilot as I drive down that street every day. Suddenly about half a block from a major intersection, which I had a green light for a voice inside my head, said these exact words, you may wanna slow down because if you don't, you might lose your life. It was weird because that's not how I talk anyway. I slowed down and as I was entering the intersection a car blew the red light at about 50, 60 miles per hour right in front of me. It was so close that I nearly threw up. I started shaking and punching my friend, yelling how I just saved our lives. Oh my God. just groan and went back to sleep. Punk, that's not funny, but I can, I can picture that. I can picture punching one of my friends, being like, I just saved our lives, and they probably wouldn't have been impressed either. just goes to show though you should always listen to your gut. This one is in the same Reddit thread. Not my life, but my cats. I had a cat who loved getting into things and hiding drawers, cupboards, the fridge, anything that was small and dark. She loved it. One day I was doing laundry and tossed everything in the dryer. Shut the dryer door and the button. It was one of those that takes a minute to start. Something didn't feel right and I thought maybe I forgot to add dryer sheets or something. I turn off the dryer and open the door and out pops my cat. Like, ha ha, you found me totally oblivious to what was about to happen. Ever since then, I always double check before turning on an appliance. That's so funny because actually my mom did this one time, um, gosh, I'm trying to remember how old Austin was Little. I have three younger brothers, by the way, so I have to remember who was born and who wasn't. But Cooper was definitely not born and Austin was really small. He was probably just a few years old, and we had a cat and my mom had turned the dryer on and it had been going for a few minutes and you could just hear clunk, a clunk, a clunk, and she thought something was wrong with the dryer and open it, and the cap was in there. The cat lived, okay, don't come for me. The cat lived. But it, it was pretty rough. It was pretty rough for a couple hours. So check your dryer people. Check your washer too, just in case. This is kind of a spooky one. Guys. I can't, I can't pronounce the name though. Chichi Lipford. Chichi Lipford. Not sure. I was like eight or nine when my parents took me and my younger brother to stay the night at my paternal grandparents' house because they were in the middle of divorcing. Oh, that's sad. they lived in a farmhouse that was connected to a barn with machinery, gasoline tanks, hay on the ground, and furnish rooms on the floor above that. And the room that we were supposed to stay in was in that barn. As soon as we went into the guest room, I was overwhelmed by panic and felt really dizzy. I turned around and just said that we will not sleep in that room and spent the night on the couch in the living room instead. Later that night, a gas leak in the barn ignited almost the entire barn, including the guest rooms on its top floor, exploded. Maybe I had that weird feeling because the gas leak had leaked into the room already, but no one else felt anything. And I'm sure I would be dead if I hadn't noticed. Okay. I've got questions like, why are you not sleeping in the house with your grandparents? You're eight or nine. I know things were different back in the gap, like we all pretty much had free reign to do whatever we wanted back in the nineties, and I'm, I'm not assuming your age. I. But why were you in the barn? Just you and your brother alone? Or am I reading this wrong? Because if the barn and the rooms above it exploded and burned down, nobody was in there. Right? Op didn't say that. So I'm assuming it was empty and her grandparents were in the house, right? I don't know. Is it just me or do y'all, do y'all feel the same way also? Yeah, different people can have different effects from gas. Like, I'm not saying that you didn't have a gut feeling, you probably did, but I know that gas leaks affect people differently. Like matter of fact, um, my dad died in October of 2024 And I stayed at his house after he had passed away and my brothers were coming over there and we were, you know, going through everything in the house and doing all the things that you do after your parent passes away. And the first night we were there was the first night, second night. I think it was the first night, um, my stepmom and I were there by ourselves and,, her and my dad were separated, so she had like, drove in and we were staying there cause it was a long drive for her. She had just gotten outta the shower. Look, I don't know. No. Okay. She had just gotten outta the shower. I was in my dad's room and all of a sudden the fire alarms started going off. We both run in there because we thought maybe we had left the oven on. You know? I mean, you're literally like, okay, I left the oven on, the house is on fire. Go in there, there's no smoke. And I'm like, is there a fire in the attic? Something's weird. So I finally just take the broom and I turn the fire alarm off and we go to walk back to the rooms and it starts going off again. I'm like, what the hell is happening right now? There's no fire. There's no smoke, and it's a fire alarm. It only goes off for smoke. It's not a carbon monoxide detector, just a fire alarm. So it goes off and we're standing there looking at each other and it goes off again. And I'm like, dad, stop.'cause I didn't know what else to do. Obviously it's him right? It cut off and it didn't go back off. It started going off the next day, I think it was, anyway, also, mind you, I stayed there for three nights and the last night that I was there, I slept in the living room and I got this really bad headache I mean, just terrible. I get migraines, so I didn't think anything about it, but my brother and his wife and two kids decided to move in the house. It was like a week or so later. and my sister-in-law was getting nosebleeds. It was just really weird, you know? When they had walked in the house, they had kind of smelled gas. But my dad, had said several times, sometimes you smell gas, sometimes you don't, whatever. And then the fire alarm would start going off. It was just really random. Just going off, going off. My brother called me and he was like, this fire alarm we're not. Quit going off, I'm about to take the batteries out, Turns out there was two major gas leaks in the house. So I feel like on one hand, our dad was like, Hey, get outta the house. It's probably gonna explode. And then our symptoms were from the, the gas leak. So I don't know. I don't know. What do you think? Also, I think it should be mentioned that John Michael was still messing around in that house even after the gas leak got fixed because the fans would turn on and off and things like that. So shout out, daddy, if you out there, please keep haunting my brother. Make it really weird. Okay, bye. I've got two more for you guys. This one is in the same thread and the username is Reddit hostage. I was on a date, I'm assuming this is the first date, guys. Okay. I think we're on a first date here. I was on a date. He didn't know where I lived or anything. I was always paranoid about that. But things have went well and my car was cold, so he offered for me to sit in his car while mine heated up. How gentlemanly he had remote start. Sure, I would love that. Besides, he had the cutest dog out there too. Why do you have your dog in the car while you're on a date, sir? I sat down and alarm bells went off. The door was intentionally locked. I went to open the door because I was freaking out. It didn't open. It also had a manual switch that could have been used, but it was broken. He mentioned that I would've needed a screwdriver to get it unlocked. What a weird thing to say, sir. We were talking about things like religion. When I told him I prayed and he told his dog that it was a sign from God, they were gonna have to keep me he looks in the backseat. I look in the rear view mirror and see rope in the back. He jokingly talks about kidnapping me a few times and going to put the car in reverse. I laugh right along with him while silently praying. Something tells me to go along with this. So I tell him he doesn't have to kidnap me to keep me. He also continues to make jokes about tying me up and keeping me locked in his basement. Nobody would ever know and then I would never be able to leave him. I go on gut instinct and tell this guy that I know I shouldn't be saying this, and it's only a first date. Okay, so we are on a first date y'all, but something just feels really right with him. He puts the car back into park and looks at me and says, really? I go on this bullshit tangent about how I know it's way too soon to know if there's a connection and didn't want to tell him for the risk of freaking him out. I told him I was really bummed I was going out of town for the weekend because it meant there would be no chance of seeing him when I got back, but I had to be getting home as my friend was expecting me over tonight. So we could leave super early in the morning, but I'm having so much fun. I don't want to leave. I would like a real hug before I got in my car. You know, the kind that requires standing and not being in a vehicle. So he makes me a promise that I'll hear from him when I get back. Absolutely. wanted a kiss if it wasn't too soon, me to be his girlfriend. Yep. Dude, whatever you want. My internal alarm bells are going off and I'm kind of terrified right now. Car door unlocks. We get our hug. I kiss him and try to appear pleasant. Of course, I had to tell his dog goodbye, so he rolls down the window for me to give the good boy pets. Guess what? I see trash bags and then ax on the floor, get in my car, wave goodbye and get the hell out of there. Okay? No, this is why we don't date, okay y'all. I say that I'm married and I get it, but this is why we don't date, right? This is why people go missing. I do not understand. Like that's kind of brave. Like put it in the trunk of your car. If I'm about to go on a kidnapped murder spree, I am going to put the ax in the trash bags in the trunk of my car. I'm not gonna put it in the backseat floorboard. It's not gonna happen. So if somebody ever accuses me of something and they say, oh, it was in her floorboard, you know it wasn't me. I'm too smart for that. This one is from Mom Goose. Get it like Mongoose ha. When my sister and I were teenagers, we camped a lot with our parents in a state park. Okay, pause y'all. Before we even read this, like my husband and I are avid campers. We take our kids and so I'm already kind of nervous. Okay, here we go. We almost always have a couple of our friends with us and we weren't ugly ducklings and we were very outgoing, so we almost always attracted friends for the weekend. I tell that to say we weren't suspicious of boys or young men who talked to us or struck up conversations or wanted to hang around with us. We were just typical teenagers. One particular weekend, four of us girls had been swimming in the lake playing on the beach area for most of the day, so we decided to walk down to the bathhouse and shower. It was a busy place with probably about six shower stalls on one end of the building and toilet stalls on the other with sinks and windows in the middle where you walked in. When we walked up, there was a youngish man, early twenties, maybe standing outside the women's side at the bathhouse, leaning on a rock wall. We didn't think anything of it since we assumed he was waiting for someone he knew to come out But the way the building was set into a hillside, the windows were at ground level outside, but higher on the wall. Went inside. Nothing to see in the area of the windows unless someone just chose to walk through in their skis. As we walked in, I glanced up to see the guy looking into a window. Still not a huge deal due to the window location. Maybe he was just checking to see if his person was about to exit. We get inside joking and laughing. One lady already inside exits and it's just us four. We head into the shower area and decide that it would be a good idea to start off showering with our swimsuits on to rinse the sand and lake water out. Lyrica, you know, Lira, gra, we don't know. We're just gonna pretend like we do. So we all claim a shower stall and start the process as we are showering, talking back and forth. I just got an overwhelming feeling that I needed to peek outside of my shower As I cautiously peeked around my curtain there, stood that guy with his hand on my sister's shower curtain about to open it. I let out the fiercest rebel yell as I lunged for him. About that time, my sister saw his feet and did the same. Then of course, the other two girls followed suit, not really knowing just yet what we were doing. That guy took off like a bat out of hell with four insanely brave and angry teenage girls chasing him. He jumped in a truck and took off, but dropped a big metal pipe he was carrying in the process. Then we freaked out. Park rangers and police were called, but as far as I know, he was never caught. I have no idea what made me feel like I needed to look out. I didn't hear anything except teenage giggling, singing and laughter. But man, am I glad I followed my gut. Yeah, girl, me too. Power to the girls. Y'all. You know people, people act like girls can't be doing the most they do. They do. Especially when you get'em all together. Don't make'em mad cause they're gonna come for you. So, power to the teenagers and good for y'all. Good for y'all. That was our first full episode, guys. I had so much fun and I hope you did too. If you liked what you heard, go ahead and click subscribe. I can't wait for you to join. Me being a weirdo next week we're gonna have listener stories. I've got quite a few ghostly tales to share with y'all maybe a shapeshifter or two If you have your own weird story you'd like to tell, go ahead and send that to Let's get Weirdish pod@gmail.com and I will see you soon. Keep it weird.