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Welcome to R slash Ask Reddit where people answer the question. When did your instincts scream

leave now? And what did you later find out that you avoided?

Our next replies from Royal Bicycle. I went to sleep for an extra shift that I picked up earlier

than normal. One of my really good friends pushed and pushed for me to go with him to a party.

I couldn't bring myself to have fun instead of getting sleep before a 12-hour shift. Turns out he was planning to murder

suicide us. He wrecked his car into a tree right after leaving the party as his way out of this world.

He survived, and his dad found notebooks and poems about how he had planned all this out. And this was

his way of us living in the afterlife as

bros. We stopped talking after. Yeah, kind of a relationship killer, attempted murder and all.

Also, beneath that, we have a similar story from Devil's Advocate. I was out on the road at midnight,

being driven around by a friend. Suddenly, he says,

watch this, and moved his car to straddle the center line of a four-lane highway, and stays there,

accelerating over a blind hill, half in one lane, and half into the lane going the opposite direction. There were four of us in the car. The other three were all yelling, stop, stop.

Ha, ha, he said, as he roared over the top of the hill. There was nothing coming the other way.

But what if there was? I asked. But there wasn't. But there might have been. But there wasn't.

I never got in a car with him again and stopped being his friend. Patrick, you idiot.

Our next reply is from Honey Badger. Not me, but my husband. He used to work for a delivery company.

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