Have you ever felt evil or that something was deeply wrong?

When my son was little he would talk to anyone especially strangers who made eye contact.

We had a recommended builder come to give us a quote. He seemed perfectly nice but my son literally hid behind my legs, went silent and wouldn't look at him. He had never done that before and never has since. As soon as the builder went he was back to himself.

No idea what that was about but something about him had really unsettled my son so we listened and never had the builder back (despite him being the one we would have chosen).

The problem was that we felt as if we should do "something". The guy hadn't actually done anything but we sort of felt bad we couldn't warn (?) others.

I had something a tiny bit similar happen to me years ago. Was in turkey on holiday with my best friend. We were in our early 20s and both in relationships. Met this guy in a restaurant who initially seemed nice, he spent the year split between London and turkey so spoke v good English.
The second time we bumped into him, he still seemed charming but then kept saying I was unhappy in my relationship and a few other things that unsettled me. My friend agreed we would go to a bar with him and when he was buying cigarettes, I suddenly got this overwhelming flight response and I just told my best friend we needed to run.

We hid from him in some open ruins (this was not a part of turkey where its ancient monuments were respected; some had been turned into a nightclub), and he followed us there, screaming abuse but eventually went away.

That night both my best friend and I dreamt he had come to our hotel room.

I think I had picked up on a sense he was a wrong ‘un. Our guts tell us a lot, and I would say to any woman that we should always trust that sense. Feel like women sometimes stay in a situation that feels a bit wrong due to politeness and the way society tells us to be. Screw that!

I'm laying down whikenpoating and I messed it up, sorry! It's about the Canadian PM.

@Moranguinho I see it wasn't for me so never mind my rambings. 😂

I try to always listen to my gut instinct

when I was 17 Iwas meant to start college - turned up the first morning and stood outside the building and got the overwhelming feeling that it wasn’t the right choice.
i got the bus home - got off the bus and met a lad I went to school with we were friends for a few years and started going out at 19- still together now 20 years later.
I went to college the following year different college same course.

I’ve had the same feeling several times mainly about travel or significant life choices and I always follow it.
I see it as my internal compass keeping me on path.
I was going to say the right path but I know this is really only the right path seen from my perspective now. I don’t know if I’d have gone into college that day if I still would have met my partner but just in a different way.

I had a similar feeling when a guy came to read my electric meter. He had a badge from the company, so I let him in. As soon as he set foot in the door I had an overwhelming feeling of repulsion and fear. He read the meter and then just stood staring at me. I was between him and the door so he needed to walk past me to get out, but he just stood staring at me. I asked him to please leave, and he said “Really?” and smiled. My heart was pounding as I began to fear he was not actually from the company at all. I walked out my door and shouted at him to leave. Thankfully he did.
I contacted the company immediately and they did confirm he was one of their meter readers and would “have a word”.
I wish I’d got his name and reported him to the police.
As in other posts above, he didn’t actually do anything (other than state at me), but I had this overwhelming feeling that he was capable of something evil.

I haven’t rtft except for your replies op, but could your tea have been spiked?

He is friends with pedophiles, and seem to be one too. Have a look on bitchute/rumble about it.

He is friends with pedophiles, and seem to be one too. Have a look on bitchute/rumble about it.

My granddad had a friend. I only met him once when I was about 6. He didn't do anything dodgy, just an adult introducing himself to a young child and asking what I was playing. He wasn't too close or anything but he gave me the creeps.

Bizarrely my grandad denied ever knowing anyone by his name or description. Not sure if he genuinely forgot or if he just didn't want to talk about him.

So why didn't they knock the door in I wonder. Or do you think you just felt vulnerable due to being alone?

I started a similar thread last night

I met a guy on online dating - had a dream he turned up at my flat and tried to break in. He seemed on the surface nice enough
I was not that interested in him so broke it off after a couple of dates and forgot the dream

couple of weeks later he turned upto my flat and I had to call the police

Gosh don’t watch the devil in Ohio anytime soon 🙉

Yes that's the one @beachcitygirl - thank you it's been bugging me

Sounds like swingers or some kind of cult.

The sexual stuff - commenting on your figure, the huge over sharing about loud sex etc. suggests swingers.

Some of these show why you should listen to your gut. I'm lucky and the only times I've met men like that was when I was safe.

I had to do some work in a jail. The environment was just like any other community hall. The prisoners were fine/disinterested but one guy made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He was friendly enough but just "off". He didn't do anything, maybe stood a little too close but there is nothing unusual about that. I remember checking I could see his hands! I also remember the relief when his guard moved him on. 20 years later and I still.have no idea what he actually did to make me feel that bad. I didn't ask who he was or what he was in prison for.

The other one was at a public event with the army which wasn't unusual. There was a serving officer who was quite charming but there was an undercurrent. Again, I felt such relief when he left. Maybe I'm being unfair to him though. He'd toured war zones and I guess that will give anyone a darkness/edge.

My step dad couldn't take me to school one day, I was around 8 or 9. He arranged for a neighbour to take me. I didn't know him but he had children at the same school who I knew. I refused to go near this man. I made a big scene in the street and would not get in his car. My step dad slapped me hard across the face. I still would not get in that car. My step dad was late for work, I was late for school. In the end my step dads work mate I had never met had to come and pick us up. I had no problem getting in the car with him. He made me laugh and stopped at the shop and let me choose some treats. I was in trouble for a long time after that. But years later we found out the neighbour had sexually abused his daughters. Only then was I told that it was going to be a regular arrangement him taking me to and from school and I would stay after school until my parents got home. But I refused to get in the car.

I think he was laughing, but it wasn't right. It was like he enjoyed unsettling/scaring me.

I went to a party once held by a friend of my sister’s who had an evil vibe, everyone was in black, I’d unusually chosen to wear white. It all felt very sinister and I was pleased to leave.

My sister aged 6 ish insisted she hated one of my parents friends. Became a standing joke as she was generally a very sunny cheerful child but would glower at him and say how much she hated him to us on the way home. We stopped laughing when as a 40 something he left his family for a teenager got prosecuted and then moved to Thailand. She was right all along.

In the middle of the pandemic I was unwell but needed to get a toothbrush or something similar. The only thing that was open at that time was a petrol station.

I went there and I decided to stay outside and ask the member of staff if they could sell me a toothbrush (they were behind the counter there). They often sell items through the hatch in the evening. Around that time they were shutting the doors.

As I was standing waiting by the hatch I glanced inside and there was a man queueing and he was absolutely staring at me. He didn't look away or anything - he was looking directly at me, straight on. I looked away, and when I looked back up he was still staring at me. This carried on for a few minutes. Every time I looked back he was just standing there staring. It was deeply unsettling and uncomfortable. And then he smiled. But something wasn't right about the smile. It didn't look natural and was sinister. I don't know what happened after that, but I left.

I read this as B&Q, was ever so confused

I had this feeling towards a man my dad knew from childhood. Couldn't stand to be around him. Made me so on edge for no reason.

Anyway because he's friends with my dad I ended up having to get to know him. Absolutely lovely man, probably on the spectrum, had a difficult upbringing. He's actually probably very vulnerable to being exploited because he'd help anyone without question. He's now someone I'd always make time for, basically I put a lot on those gut feelings in the past and I'd not ignore it either. But I'm quicker to accept I could have it wrong now.