Ordinary places that have creeped you out.....

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I love to hear stories of these and need some distraction!

One was a house I used to babysit in as a teen. V "arty" parents, walls painted oxblood or black, real animal skulls on the walls and great vast black French windows with no curtains.

The first English dept I worked in. Dark wood, stained glass, coupled with modern "emergency" lighting at floor level as only source of light..... I was always so relieved to get away on a quiet weekend evening and shut the door on the spookiness behind me.....

Yours?

I went to Brading waxworks on a school trip in the 80s and it was really creepy, Rockbird! I can still see some of them in my mind’s eye.
I found Thetford Abbey profoundly unwelcoming. Also Grimes Graves. Actually, I find quite a few of the isolated little settlements in the Fens unnerving.

Portmeirion isn’t really an ordinary place. It was designed to look like Portofino and be a “tourist village”. It has never had residents per se.

I can easily see why people find it creepy, there’s nothing authentic or real about the place, pretty as it is.

And Betwys Coed. No idea why.

I used to live in Bristol and would not care to go back, I thought the people were very hostile, very much a Mob atmosphere imo

Culloden, hugely sad feeling, still, empty lonely...really hard to put your finger on one thing tbh

Also out on a drive, and I cannot remember exactly where but one of the tiny villages up the coast from Aberdeen as we turned into a narrow single track we noticed that the tarmac surface itself was quite mossy/grassy, as if nature was reclaiming it,...like pictures you see reports about Chernobyl, it really felt as if we were intruding, yet the road was clearly marked on the map. We did not stop!

Mill Hill in North London made me feel weird and uncomfortable every time DH and I would go (it was only up the road from where we lived.) However Mill Hill East and Broadway were fine.

Ikea in Wembley. Had a real claustrophobic panic attack in there once, I was completely frantic and just had to get out of the building immediately. I've no idea why, nothing like it has ever happened to me before or since.
Needless to say, I haven't been back!

The attic in my old home.
It would give me goosebumps, I would feel uncomfortable and could see moving shadows.

My dog barked a lot to imaginary enemies in that house. I often felt somebody was trying to push me off the attic stairs, too. When I mentioned to a psychic that esspecially the attic creeped me out, she mentioned the feeling of attempts to push me off the stairs too.

It was a very new house. Nobody died there.
Perhaps something happened on the grounds where it was built ( my grandma said it used to be orchards before they built homes there).

I used to work in a shop in a big old building and the stockroom was awful I quit my job there because they changed my job meaning I worked in the stockroom on my own and I was terrified. I used to hear the hangers scraping across the rails from the other room and when I would check nobody was there. The manager also got called in one night as the fire doors blew open and set off the alarm. Weird thing was they were doors that led to an indoor passageway behind the shop and very heavy but on the CCTV you could just see them fly open. Even writing this is freaking me out 😆

@twosoups1972 I loved kamloops i have always thought it I moved abroad it would be there 😆

Plymouth really creeps me out. Can't put my finger on it, just feel uneasy there.

Oh the area Stonebridge in West London is also scary stayed in a travelodge there for work once and I was petrified and weirdly enough there was a rolling pin left in the drawer. The whole travelodge though was shit and falling to bits no idea if it's still there but at the time the trip advisor reviews was so bad, it's also built on the north circular so the the noise was crazy!

An old farmhouse a childhood friend lived in. The downstairs was fine, but whenever I went upstairs the hairs on the back of my neck would stand up and I’d want to run back downstairs as quickly as possible. My friend’s dog also refused to go upstairs and my friend admitted she found it creepy too and slept in the bedroom downstairs.

Haunted? Dunno, I never actually saw or heard anything. But I had a HUGE sense of foreboding and fear whenever I went upstairs. Almost like something terrible had happened up there, even though as far as I’m aware nothing had.

I was seriously freaked out the first time I drove through Milton Keynes centre.

A lot of northern and western Scotland also creeps me out in the sense of distressing me. You hear people saying how marvellous and empty much of it is but you can almost feel the loss and grief from the clearances in the landscape. A lot of the West of Ireland has this effect on me to. The famine walls etc.

I went to Brading waxworks on a school trip in the 80s and it was really creepy, Rockbird! I can still see some of them in my mind’s eye.

Yeah, me too! It must be more than 30 years since I saw them but they’re still imprinted in my soul. Especially the Victorian chimney sweep and the murder victim in the four-poster bed. Pure nightmare fuel!

Brading waxworks freaked me out too! - esp the shrunken head and the skeleton playing the piano. It's got to be a good 40 years since I went

Another place I remembered - not really a tourist attraction. It is by the river at Hammersmith. Just some grass with seats around. Several of these type places. Nothing wrong with it normally. My friend and I used to sit out there in the sunshine (dodging the wasps). One day just as we were going to walk across the grass to a bench we both stopped and decided not to. Nothing woo. Just some men sitting on benches giving off a 'vibe'. Not threatening, just a feeling we were not welcome.

We realised it must be a gay meeting spot but none of the blokes seemed to be together or looking at each other, but rather on their own. It seemed a bit strange. We both had that feeling. I must stress that we are not anti gay but the vibe seemed a bit odd. Anyway, we went along to the next lot of benches.

I only had that feeling the once.

Hutton Buscel, a village near Scarborough gives me the heebie jeebies.

@Emerald123 @IggyAce - controversially, I really love Portmeirion. Have been there a few times as a child and an adult, including two overnight stays. As @SemperIdem said, it is a created village so I can see that the fakeness might feel a bit odd. The gardens/beach are beautiful though (and I'm a fan of the 60s series The Prisoner, so that helps).

One of the places I felt most scared of, was one of the dining rooms in an old manor house where I waitressed. The building is supposed to be heavily haunted (they've had TV crews in and everything) but the focus was always on other parts of the house when the older staff were telling us ghost stories. No one had ever mentioned this particularly room to me, but there was something about it that would creep me out - and I'd hate going in there alone. Weird.

I think it's a tea shop or a gift shop now. God love them but I'd chew my own arm off in hunger before I'd go in there for a scone!

A friend of dh was showing us round his new office building he had just leased it was a pretty listed place by the river but near a busy road, we were wandering round and went into the back room which had stairs in, and the temperature just plummeted and we all got this really dark feeling and scarpered! Never went back there!

Also and this is really weird, our old house, the spare room had an en-suite, it was a new build so no one had lived there before us but whenever I went into that bathroom I could 'see' or got a sense of someone, a man, hanging in that room, no idea why.

What’s the name of the pub in York that used to be a gaol? Sitting in there I had the most bizarre feeling, like I was going back in time or something.

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Dunno the name of it but I once had a funny turn in a pub in York, it was right in the centre of town. There was only seating downstairs (none available upstairs),and curiously there was no one sat down there but there was no way on earth could I stay down there. I felt awful, really claustrophobic and sad. Awful atmosphere.

Ha, just resurrecting this and remembered another one!

I did an "Edinburgh ghost tour" when we visited that city. The guide took us into an underground bit and did the whole obligatory some guests are so freaked out they need to leave early spiel.

Ha ha, yeah right. Only....... I did! I felt awful and had to leave.

Later, DSis who was 17 at the time told me an older bloke in the group kept trying to touch her. I wonder if I noticed something was off and responded.

I have always wondered this about Victorian women who ,"had hysterics" - was it a way of talking about other stuff?

My childhood house, but only upstairs. I used to be too frightened to go to the toilet during the night.

Random one, but public loos in a parking structure near St Paul’s. I walked in and felt absolutely terrified. It felt like the walls would start running with blood. Something awful has happened in there, I’m sure. We went out the wrong way and locked ourselves out, door slammed shut behind us and we had to walk down a winding ramp that needed up on the riverbank. Very weird feeling.