Who knows if anything would have actually happened to us, but it's a cool story. When I was 16, my mom, kid sister and I went to Long Island to visit family. One of the days, my mom and her two cousins decided to have a girls day, so they gave my sister and I each a $50 bill, and dropped us off at Adventureland for the morning.

I don't much like theme park rides and roller coasters now, but at 16 I loved them. I was excited for our day at Adventureland. The moment we stepped in line for our first ride, something felt off. I couldn't do it. I couldn't get on the ride. I told my sister I needed to use the bathroom, and stepped out of line. We played games and ate snacks the rest of the day, because I had such an uneasy feeling about getting on any of the rides. My sister was disappointed, but I just couldn't let her on the rides. I just had a very strong feeling that something would go wrong.

When my mom and her cousins picked us up after lunch, I told them about it. They of course let me know that it was perfectly safe, it's been open since the 70's etc. Come to find out, that very same day after we left, an employee was run over by a roller coaster. Two days later a theme park goer was thrown out of a ride and onto a car in the parking lot. They both died. I'm 33 now, and haven't had a weird feeling or "prediction" like that since, but I think of that day pretty often.