26 People Whose Sixth Sense Was Basically Screaming At Them

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“It was 10 p.m. at night. I was pregnant, driving with my 3-year-old in the backseat, and was coming up to a rural intersection. A light appeared on the side of the road, and a young man came out onto the road from the cemetery, trying to get my attention. Not frantically, but enough for me to slow down and see what was going on. I rolled down my window, and he stood about 6-8 feet away from my car, telling me there was an accident at the next intersection about three miles ahead. He didn’t seem aggressive, but something was…off. I know he noticed I was pregnant and that my son was in the back, sleeping.”

“I said I had to go that way, but he was adamant that I shouldn’t. He didn’t say that the road was closed or anything like that. I said I would take whatever detour they had at that intersection. He said it was better to take the road going over the hill, the next right turn. I said I didn’t know it that well, and at that point, I thanked him, said I would figure out how to make my way home, and drove off.

I looked in the rearview when I was actively moving, and he was gone. I figured he’d shut his flashlight off and that was why I couldn’t see him. But it felt like he just disappeared, and I thought it was odd that he would shut his light off and just stand in the dark. There were no streetlights where this happened.

I ended up driving a different way home that night, not the one he told me to, but a longer, out-of-the-way scenic route. I kept running the scenario through my head. I couldn’t shake his insistence that I avoid that intersection at all costs.

The next day, I called the state police and asked if there was an accident at that intersection last night. They said no. I relayed to them what happened, and they were perplexed by it all, especially the young man posing as emergency personnel. I called my mother-in-law, who lives right on that intersection, and she said absolutely nothing happened that night. But to be fair, she’s usually in bed by 9 p.m..

My friend summed it up for me: ‘So, a strange guy walked out of the cemetery late at night, told you to avoid an intersection because there was an accident, wouldn’t tell you what happened at this intersection, wouldn’t tell you if the road was closed or how traffic was being diverted, nothing. Just that you can’t drive down there. Sounds like a ghost to me. Maybe he saved your life that night.”

It’s been 20 years, and I still can’t forget this interaction. I wonder what would have happened had I just ignored him and just drove through it. Guess I’ll never know.”

—Verucalyse