What is the creepiest place you've ever been to?

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Was just talking about this with DH earlier. I remember going on a visit to Edgehill as a child and finding it really spooky. We'd been watching videos in school about the Civil War and there was talk of the phantom armies etc, so I think it was a combination of that and how strange it was that all these nice quiet green fields were once a battlefield

The second place was a ruined abbey in Ireland. Lovely sunny day when we visited, but my skin was crawling the whole time we were there and I kept feeling as though there was something peeping at me fron behind the walls

hibble ooh I'm wondering where that is now but I realise you might not want to say

I always wanted to go and have a look at the Insull Memorial but by the time I got around to it, they'd started boarding it up and I presume it's something new now.

ManicUnicorn yes it is in Nantwich,just down the road from where I live & I've never been there.Can't imagine why

That should have been 'Can't imagine why' !!!

@wagil - I don't live far from Wincanton and I know what you mean!

pixi and wagil I don't live far from wincanton either, its abit drab but I don't get the creepy thing?

I think it feels a bit Royston Vasey to me. Very unfriendly. Poundbury bear Dorchester feels the same, but in more of a "The Prisoner" type way. Glastonbury gives me a headache.

Great thread, everyone!

Thankfully for me I don't have any creepy stories, but I'll bump this thread anyway.

@ Witchend - are you a Knotter? I am (was) and went to Edgehill when I too was about 7 or 8

Speaking of Knotter creepiness, The area where the Battles Of Newbury were fought are bloody creepy. My stepdad was on guard duty and saw a group of people in full on kit walking towards him, he stepped out to challenge them and ask for their membership cards when they just... evaporated... in front of him.

Wardour castle in Wiltshire (not far from me at all) has an atmosphere. As kids we would sneak in and stay the night. We had a campfire going i one of the old fireplaces and it had died down to embers. All of a sudden the fire roared back into life with leaping flames before dying back down again as quickly as it started.

Clifford's Tower York - I am so un woo - don't believe in ghosts at all but that place has an awful feeling about it

Creepiest place I have been to was when I was scuba diving in the Dominican republic and on our second dive of the day we came across what looked like a field of balls and chains with white rags attached to them. Now, I know nothing of naval law in that country and to be honest I don't need to but each one of us freaked the hell out once we realised what it was.

Must have been about twenty or thirty weighted chains in the area and we were alerted to not touch anything and get out the area.

Our divemaster got us back into the boat and we were all sitting there shaking (it was 38°c) and he just said - dead place.

And I look back at it now and realise he was right. The DR is beautiful for diving but when we came across that area no plants fish or anything lived.

Apart from that I'm Scottish so used to weird shit happening and our battlefields protect themselves. ☺

ghostylovesheets Do you know the history of Clifford’s Tower includes a massacre in the 11th century of York’s Jewish community? They hid in it to escape a mob who were after them and rather than wait for them to get there and kill them they committed suicide. The wooden tower was then torched and any survivors killed. No doubt lots of other vile things happened there over the centuries . I find it oppressive too along with the rest of York. There’s so much I love about it in theory but in reality I rarely go and when I do, am glad to leave again.

@gryffen forgive me for being a bit dense but what was it?

gryffen sorry if I'm being a bit obtuse but what was it exactly?

Another one who wonders what it was Gryffen

Sanctuary Wood, Ypres.

Went on a school trip aged 15, thinking about the boys on the trip but ended up wondering if I was delusional as no one else could hear men crying.

I think gryffen means the balls were originally attached to people thrown in the sea to die?

Or bodies of murdered people to dispose of them?

Oh Jesus

Ok so I live in a horsey town and the famous jockey Fred Archer killed himself here after his wife and infant child passed away.
If you’re walking the dog at certain times of night up the gallops where he commited suicide you can sometimes hear a faint jingle and clip clop of hooves. Not just one occasion, and others have expressed the same noises. No horses about at 9pm plus I may add. Well creepy.

Near where I grew up there's a farm and I was utterly convinced it was some sort of mI5/CIA training camp. I have no idea why, and the place still gives me the creeps. I genuinely speed past it, every time I drive past it. I would actually wet myself if I broke down along that road.
I'm fairly sure rural Lincolnshire, is not host to any type of government training camp

Bodmin Jail, erm, Museum! They decided to depict infanticide and death by starvation
and the admission was for under 5’a too.

I was on a country walk on my own once, a very long time ago, and passing through woodland there was a clearing with several pairs of women's tights hanging from the trees. I was totally spooked and hurried on as fast as I could!

Atlas Obscura is fab for info on spooky places worldwide. I spend way too much time on there!!!

The tower of London for me , Kilmainham gaol, parts of Dartmoor too!

I’m totally non-woo, but I do think places have an atmosphere to them, even if it’s a dull one.
So, we went to Sicily last August; I’ve been raring to go for years and I finally persuaded DP that the Mafia really wouldn’t be interested in any of us!
We went for a nighttime walk on the second night; our villa was on the top of a hill overlooking the town so we thought we’d look at the lights etc. All was well until I just started to get a feeling that the island itself didn’t want us there.
It was as if it was saying “This place is very old, we have our ways here and you’re not welcome.” This feeling persisted for a while and I had to hold DS’ hand - until he complained about my sweaty palm!

Got back to the villa, phoned a hippie friend to tell her I’d got the vapours, drank some cheap Nero d’Avola and was right as rain.

Acre in Israel - creepy in a bloody marvellous way. Loved it!

Italian Chapel in Orkney made me feel alright, contrary to a PP. I just thought about the kindness of the islanders to the prisoners and while, although they were sad, they were safe and welcomed enough to return in later years.

Orkney as a whole has an alien feel, but a very non-judgemental, relaxed alien feel.