(N/C for this as I'm a MN regular).
We live in a first floor flat in a small gated complex.
This morning, about 10mins after DH left for work, someone buzzed our intercom. For no apparent reason I felt a sudden surge of fear. I asked who it was over intercom, couldn't hear anything but this often happens as there's a fault with it. Usually I buzz people in anyway even if I'm alone (I know I probably shouldn't but it usually turns out to be a delivery or my neighbour forgetting his key-fob).
However, this morning I felt strongly that I should NOT buzz them in or even go downstairs to check who it was. They buzzed again, I answered but couldn't hear much, faintly heard a man's voice but couldn't make out any words. I still had a very strong sense I shouldn't buzz him in so I ignored it. Why would I suddenly feel like this? Do you think there's any truth in 'intuition' or sensing danger or is it something else? Would you have listened to this feeling, or let him in as usual? I could have gone down to communal front door and looked through glass, but even that felt like really bad idea.
Im not usually superstitious or nervous. The only time something similar happened was years ago. I was in uni halls and used to take my laundry to campus laundrette at 2am as this was only time it was quiet. I'd done this regularly for 6months. One night I got my laundry ready as usual but felt jumpy and kept delaying. Eventually I carried it down the 4 flights of stairs to the side-door (laundrette was a 5-min walk away to a different part of campus, isolated from main buildings). It was a warm moonlit night. When I opened the door I noticed a dead glassy-eyed rabbit on the path, which made me jump. Suddenly the nerves turned into full-blown fear. I shut door and hurried back to my room. I felt really silly about this and almost made myself go out anyway as had no clean clothes left! Then next day we had visit from police... a girl had been sexually assaulted on campus by an unknown attacker (who wasn't caught) at 3am close to the laundrette I'd been about to go to. I was really shaken up.
Do you think this was a 'sixth sense' warning me against going out that night, or a complete coincidence? I was already uneasy before I saw the dead rabbit but would probably have gone to laundrette anyway had the rabbit not been there. On a different night I might have not been fazed by dead rabbit at all.
Anyone else had any experiences like this? Do you listen to your intuition or dismiss it?