Can we have a thread about creepy places/experiences?[grin]

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‘‘Tis the month! Just enjoyed one in classics and thought it wasn’t time for a new one.....

Was time for a new one!

I always remember the sauvenhake (not sure on the spelling) forest one. That really creeped me out. I read that on my own one night and slot with the light on!

Furness Abbey, Barrow in Furness. I remember asking my mother where the singing was coming from, I could hear low male voices. She ran out holding my hand, firmly telling me it was a tape playing.....

Near to Barrow in Furness, Walney Island is creepy. Lots of Edwardian property and very old graveyards. There’s one grave visible from the pavement which has an old sandstone wall alongside it. The grave simply says Mona and is a plain cross which has gone green after years of exposure.

I walked there late one night when I was feeling brave. I saw nothing but it was scary! Poor Mona was the stuff of many playground legends!

Oh I love the spooky threads!. Mines an experience not a place. But one day when I was younger my Uncle had passed away, a week or so after he died I woke up and he was sat on the end of my bed. He told me that everything was going to be fine, he was proud of me and then opened his arms to hug me. I hugged him and then he walked out of my room. When DM came in to wake me up I told her about my experience and she went white as a sheet, apparently just before she had come into me, she woke up and uncle was on the end of her bed and asked her to stop being so angry at him and let him go. (She was angry as he had killed himself and thought it was selfish). I still have no explanation for it until this day.

He also wore a very specific aftershave and one night after I had my twins I woke up to feed them and I could smell his aftershave over the Moses basket.

Dave that’s scary, especially the way he visited both of you. It sounds very comforting, but I can see why your mother was so shocked. I have more but I will be back with them later. I love these threads too.

@PulyaSochsup exactly! If he had just visited one of us I’d have thought it was a dream, but the fact he visited both of us at similar times makes me believe it really happened

Portmeirion. No spooky happenings while I was there, it just reminded me of a really down-on-it’s-luck cast off of Disneyland that had been long forgotten - gaudy brightly coloured house fronts that seemed abandoned behind.
Always felt like we were being watched.
Strange place and I will never return!

Dave it always interests me how much more common sightings and experiences are in different environments. Irish wakes are totally different and Asian experiences of the afterlife seem more interesting too. I know the Tibetan book of the Dead is a strong part of Asian culture, I would be really interested in reading experiences of the book and particularly whether anyone reported an increase in paranormal experiences.

Berwick has a creepy feel - if I am sleeping on the train as I go through, I always wake up gripped by dread. Don't know why--I don't think it has a more blood-curdling history than the rest of that area!

Pointless unlit corridor running alongside the stockroom in the shop I used to work in, we'd only use it to keep excess stock at busy times of year. I always felt like something was watching me. Two new starters, without knowing how I felt, commented that they avoided walking there as it felt like they were being watched. One day a guy who had been working in the shop over 10 years came down onto shop floor (just me and him working the early shift) saying he'd been up there and felt something brush past him. Horrible place, I always used to try to find someone else to move stock up there!

According to the national heritage website Berwick has undergone years of conflict, William 1 captured the town at one point. Perhaps someone across the veil is able to communicate this distress to you, or could you have read about it? Either way, that sense of tangibility is unnerving. Anyway, I think I might be monopolising the thread 🙂.

I was creeped out by Boscastle when I visited it on holiday a few years ago. Can't really explain why.

....just one more. The house I grew up in had rather a sad and scary vibe. Years later I discovered that the previous owner had hanged herself and put her dog into a tied plastic bag. My parents kept her bed as it was a period piece 😮. I could never sleep in it!

beatriceprior OMG I remember the one about Savernake Forest! It scared the life out of me!

Savernake Forrest was great! There is a creepiest things to ever happen to you thread on digital spy that ran for 3+ years I think, 200 pages atleast. I've been working my way through it for weeks. If you're interested it's worth a read.

When DH and I first got together, he booked us a weekend in a reportedly haunted hotel. First night we had nothing untoward happen, then on the second evening the TV kept turning itself on everytime we left the room(we were drinking in the hotel bar til late and DH kept popping up to get stuff and charge his phone). Every time the TV was switched on. The bad manager gave us an unofficial tour down in the cellars etc(nothing happened), and we went off to bed. Just as we were drifting off there was a huge thud of something hitting the floor in the room, I leapt up with my phone torch to see that a book that was on our bedside table was now open, face down, 15 feet across the room in front of the door. I got out of bed to go over there, reached out to touch it, and all the hair on that arm just shot up.

Yes the Savernake Forest was what prompted me to ask for more creepy! DAVE your experience is quite comforting ....
I actually love looking round old graveyards, I don’t find it spooky at all I love all the history.

Reddit is good for spooky tales....

I’ve never seen a ghost but I’ve often had a strange but unmistakable instinct / premonition when someone close is about to die . Even when they have not been ill . My grandmother , my father (62) , and my mother , who all died very unexpectedly . I honestly think it was their essence/ spirit leaving that I picked up on .
I’ve also had this feeling though not as intense , as if someone was trying to tell me something, which was confusing until I realized they were dead . It happened as I was walking about a mile from where their body was hidden . However they gave me such a strong mental picture of where they rested that after talking to my friends and family I passed this on to the police after a lot of trepidation. The body was found eighteen months later exactly where I’d described after routine works were being carried out .

Once I woke up in the middle of the night feeling the “feeling” but was puzzled as I couldn’t make out exactly who it was . My husband and myself were renting a semi detached cottage at the time and discovered that one of the neighbours had died overnight just the other side of the party wall . The feelings have never been actually frightening - that’s the strange thing. I’m very wary of people who refer to themselves as mediums whose motives are often questionable. I’ve never visited one and I’m not claiming psychic ability myself - Inexplicably I just seem to pick up on this one thing .

MAJOR......that’s so interesting, as if you have the ability to tune in somehow

I had a strange experience today. I visited the Royal Armouries in Leeds and there was a pair of gloves in a recessed part of the wall. I tried them on and it was a horrible experience, very scary and overwhelming. I could almost feel anger and cruelty being transferred to me. Obviously it’s a war museum so I was primed for the experience but it was horrible.
Also, at the museum, many weapons are displayed in a tower and although they look very majestic and imposing, I realised that they are all murder weapons! It was a sobering thought 😮

I grew up in a haunted house.

I’ll try to remember all the things that happened but I’ll tell you the first experience first.

This house was an old farm house way out in the sticks. It’s a solid stone built building and is very long and narrow. Upstairs all the rooms come off one long corridor that runs the length of the house. My parents had a room in the bit of the house that was about 150 years old and my room was older, about 400 years.
For me to get to their room I had to go down the long straight corridor and across the top of the stairs.
One Sunday morning when I was about 4 I went into my parents room. I asked them who the lady at the top of the stairs was.
They were worried as they never bothered locking the door (I know but this was a long time ago) and thought it might be a friend.
They asked me to describe the lady and I said that she was wearing a long black dress with a black and white head dress.
My parents are both atheists and I had very little knowledge of the church, there weren’t any nuns near us.
My mum looked into the history of the building and it turned out it had been a nunnery at one point.

I’ll come back with the other stuff that happened later.

Pancake that’s terrifying, especially as a young child, but also having the house’s history confirm what you saw. Please come back soon with the rest!

Fortunately I don’t remember it.