Sense of dread on a ship

[Whip]

I used to be a wharfie and during the early to mid 2000’s I was onboard a container ship at night (either a Russian or Asian crewed vessel) and was searching the aft of the ship for some turnbuckles or container lashing equipment alone. As I meandered round a dark, covered alcove with no lighting I suddenly had an intense feeling of fear or dread rush over me that stopped me in my stride. I was only there for 3-5 seconds as it scared the c**p out of me so much I bolted back down the starboard side to the company of the other work mates. Dared not mention anything to anyone as I would have copped non stop s#@t from then on.
I can’t rationally explain the incident to this day but it was instant and it hit hard like I walked into a zone of evil for lack of a better term.
Anyone have an idea of what I mean or what I may have crossed?
I am not prone to any phobia, delusions, paranoia or making stuff up. All I know is I don’t want to experience that again.

Not the only weird thing I have experienced in the paranormal world.
Had a plastic clothes peg get thrown across a room about 4-5m from where it was laying. It hit a poster on a glass door and it was only the sound of it hitting the poster (rage against the machine) and landing on the floor that made me investigate. I was home alone and this was around 3pm so still very much sunny.
I was renting this house for a year and it was on a 6 acre lot. Many months later I was getting water delivered to top up my tank and the delivery guy asked me if I like living there. I said I loved it, quiet as I was a shift worker etc. he said the people that lived here before me had to leave due to the “weird s#@t” going on and the guy who owned the place apparently hanged himself.
I took stock of what he said and then presumed that explained some things around the house.
I like to think his spirit enjoyed my company as I played bass and drums at the time a lot, never felt anything nasty at all. Moved out as I got robbed towards the 1 year mark.

[Shazzoir]

Whip, in the absence of some sensory input that we rely on a great deal usually (think vision or hearing), which is not unheard of at night, when it's dark and we have no illumination, our other senses take over to try to formulate a picture of our surroundings. You could very well have stumbled upon the location of a death on the ship (won't go into the cause of such, though), and some persistent 'emotion' that has lingered, haunting-style. Or you could have wandered into a situation that could well have been your undoing, for example, a drug trade between shipmates. Your senses told you you were in danger, and you responded suitably, vacating the premises FAST. Thank your intuition or sixth sense, because either way, something that provoked your senses told you to leave and you did. Always trust your sixth sense. ALWAYS.

Shazz

[Whip]

Hi Shazz,
Good point on the spidey senses tingling on something that was potentially not even paranormal, I had not actually considered that aspect to be honest.
Totally agree with always trusting in your instincts, it has no doubt served each of us well on countless occasions and the the times you don’t go with it usually result in hindsight regret in my experience.
Have you had any strange paranormal dealings in the past?

[Shazzoir]

Whip, I believe so, yes.

Many years ago now, after my Grandmother passed away, I had a bizarre couple of experiences that to this day, I can't fully explain. My Grandma and I were very close, and even shared the same birthday, and I spent a lot of time in her company, before and after she retired to a nursing home of her own choice. When she passed, I wasn't in Brisbane, and it hit me hard. That was in the mid 90's when I was living on the Southside of Bris. Anyway, to the stories...

The first time, I was in my F350 truck (my daily driver for 5 years, loved that truck!), travelling the 7km between my workplace and home, after a long day. My mind was in autopilot, I suspect, as I neared an intersection on Murarrie Road, happy though, as the light had just turned green as I was slowing down for the just-changed-to-green red light. Out of nowhere, clear as a bell, a voice I didn't hear with my ears said loudly "STOP!" I continued braking, despite the green light ahead, and at that moment, a fully-loaded steel truck came blasting through the intersection from the roadway perpendicular to me. I slammed on the brakes, glad I'd already slowed significantly, and the damn semi just kept going, crossing my bows by probably no more than half a metre. To say I got a fright is an understatement. If that voice in my head hadn't spoken up, I have no doubt in my mind that I would have died.

Second one...

Back in the day, I worked at Cannon Hill, and used to enter for all kinds of trivia type TV game shows (don't judge me!). On this occasion, I had finished work and was headed up to Mt Coot-tha where the TV studio audition was, but it was rush hour and I was stuck firmly in traffic. I had to be there by 6pm on the dot, because at 6.01 they would turn you away, and my trip would have been wasted, so I was a bit frustrated and anxious that I wouldn't make it in time. I got to Milton Rd, and the traffic was horrendous. It was 5.45, and I thought 'screw this, I'm not going to get there in time by 6, I'll turn around and go home so as not to waste more time and fuel'. I even got into the right lane, put my indicator on, and was waiting for a gap in incoming traffic so I could do a U turn and head home. Again, clear as a bell, I heard the voice speak. "If you turn around now, you won't win the door prize."

The TV mobs almost always offered a door prize to encourage people to show up, but this seemed like a pretty specific and odd message, but I listened, flicked off the indicator, and continued on my way. I got to Mt Coot-tha with 3 minutes to spare, and as I approached the door, there was a guy standing there already. I motioned for him to go in, as he was there first, but he shook his head and held up his cigarette, saying 'Gotta finish this, you go', so I went in, collecting my raffle ticket from the girl at the door, before taking a seat. I completed the audition and at the end, they drew the door prize, and you guessed it... I won. A $500 Myer gift voucher, untold wealth, and something that later allowed me to stock my house with many, many useful things. The expression however, on the face of the smoke-finishing guy was painful to see. So yes, that solidified my resolve to listen to that inner voice, be it one from my own mind, or external forces I can't comprehend.

I should also mention that both times, though, the voice was eerily like my Grandma's so you can draw your own conclusions, but I feel she was looking after me in whatever way she could.

So yeah, there are others, but this are the two I can't reasonably say were my own mind's doings.

Shazz

[Whip]

Great stories Shazz! Your Gran was definitely looking out for you on those occasions.
Nice to know she still has you covered hey.
The account in your truck reminds me of one my mother had while driving home after a nursing shift and hearing a voice she feels was her father telling her to stop, and she did, avoiding driving into a heavily flooded road in her small barina type car (no street lights around on this rural road and her night eyesight not what it used to be).

I think it’s important to keep an open mind to the unseen and as you stated trust your intuition as it could save a life or land you a swag of goodies!