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

When I was a child I used to live on an island in the West Indies where there's an area with toxic trees. They look like a big, normal trees, but they're the only thing that lives there. No grass, plants or other trees at all, the land is barren except for those trees.
The whole ground is red-ish, as if the soil and the stones had rusted.
When it's raining, people who don't know about the trees will sometimes try to take shelter under them, but the water dripping from the leaves will rapidly cause irritations and rashes. One day another kid somehow received a leaf on his eye. It was swollen shut for two days.
The creepiest part for me was the red and barren ground, compared to the rest of the island that is quite luxurious.

Definitely agree with those who have said Bodmin Gaol. Strange dated dummies which barely resemble humans all around didn't help!

Snowdrop, there is a church and a house and outbuildings and the ruins of the rectory. I say is, this was 40 years ago.

The underground war hospital in Guernsey. That place is creeeeepy. It has footprints in the concrete of Russian POWs.
I whistled a German folk tune whilst walking around and my mum got really spooked and legged it.

There's a church in the Czech republic decorated with human bones. Seriously. Thousands and thousands of them. They've made horrible walls of skulls and I remember a chandelier of bones. I think I lasted about 30 seconds in there before leaving. It gave me the serious heebie jeebies.

My old house, it was a 17th century farmhouse and I had lived there since birth, I never realised how eerie and ‘not quite right’ it was until I moved out at 18.

Light used to turn on and off, I vividly remember seeing a little girl in a Victorian style dress with blonde hair at the bottom of the stairs that led to the attic, she was levitating. I massively freaked out and mum actually called a priest in to bless the place as she’d felt a presence too. My dad also said that he used to see black mists.

There was a walk in cupboard in the living room and you could hear banging on the wall from the next house (it was a semi detached house) which at that time was empty.

I used to also have really strange dreams which stopped when I moved out. But because I’d never known any different I never realised how unusual it was until I moved into a ‘normal’ house.

I lived in a house directly on the side of Edgehill for a while OP

I moved from there to the house where I live now. The drive drops onto a dip on a country road which is the site of one of the most documented hauntings in the UK. I have seen lightning hit the ground in the field around the house and turn into a bright bouncing ball.

Before all this and a while ago now I lodged in a house in the west country. I spent a whole night awake, sweating with a malevolent presence in the room which eventually gave up at sunrise. The owner told me the next day the house had been exorcised and later that day the church (CoE) sent a minister to the house to exorcise it again.

A reclamation yard in our city. Full of old church gates, statues, pews, lampposts, cobbles, etc etc. Have never felt so unsettled before or since.

Not sure if it's scary but it certainly creeped me out enough to vividly recall it over a decade later.

Husband and I went on holiday to Blackpool with the bil and sil. Both wanted to do this tram to see the illuminations and we had to get this special tram. So coming back (we didn't do the whole route) we had a wait between trams and wandered down in search of a drink.
We soon found this pub which looked OK and walked in. I guess it's possibly off the beaten track but still on a touristy trail, but let's say the welcome wasn't quite warm.
There must have been 10 people in this quite large pub. Every single one turned, physically, to watch us enter. Unnerving but OK. Then we go to order our drinks.
Not one drink is a recognised brand. Beer, lager, soft drinks, even the nuts and crisps!
Slightly more unnerved because we've never found a pub that doesn't sell one branded item at least!

Anyhoo, drinks purchased and we're literally watched back to a table, everyone's silent. We sit down. Still silence. We actually talk in whispers cause it's such a noticeable absence of noise.
Still being watched we rush our drinks, not entirely comfortable so don't wish to hang around!
Then we leave, again with our audience watching.
Now even bil who is usually quite chilled is taken aback.
Now this is the odd bit. Light if day, we return to where we "found" the pub.
Not there. Nothing vaguely similar. Just houses, few small shops, no pub.now this was mid evening, our first drink so we weren't all pissed (bil is debatable) but sil and husband both recall exactly what I do.

Phantom pub? Slip into alternate reality? Or just 4 people rubbish with directions and didn't find the right place again.
I'll never know......

Pittapatter Thank you for mentioning Atlas Obscura. I'd not heard of it before and it looks like a fascinating site.

Lol sorry!

It was an unmarked naval graveyard from probably the 18th century or something- if you DD or died at sea (discharged dead) then you were sewn into your hammock with a cannonball or weight in the feet area with a chain. Due to a massive storm recently (we went 2002) they think the chains were dragged further from their original resting place.

Been diving since and friends who are in South England are cave divers have see similar in modern at sea burials that are allowed in certain areas.

Creeped me right out and I used to work in a morgue.

I live near Chingle Hall. That.

We visited the famine cottages at Slea Head on the bleakest day I’ve ever known. Not sure if it was a combination of the wind and rain but the sense of despair was overwhelming. Couldn’t get away fast enough!

Childhood home, old terraced house. It was scary AF growing up in a place like that. We (me and my step brother at the time) could hear little footsteps running up and down the stairs. Screams on occassion and then one day my mother heard it all too. After months of saying it was all in our heads and "active imaginations". Eventually we moved house and all has been well since. Phew. Still gives me the creeps walking past that house.

I used to stay with my dad's cousin in a farmhouse just outside Wincanton when I was a kid. It was a really lovely old house, but you definitely got the feeling that it wasn't possible to be completely alone. It seemed like there was always someone behind and to the right of me, or just by the door.

Arcadia - 2 places in UK I felt distinctly odd in and wouldn't return. Glastonbury & Tintagel.

I've just rtwt; thanks for the reminder of Oradour. My Mum lives about an hour away from there and has said i should visit next time I'm over.

One place I would like to visit is the Paris catacombs. If anyone has been, what were your thoughts on it?
There is also a plague island very close to Venice which has an extremely dark history. Apparently its forbidden for any visitors to land there.
One other place that I read about was the potter's field close to New York (can't remember the name of the island) but the whole history of it is just so sad.

Strangely enough, I was trying on some clothes in Jack Wills on Stonegate in York in their upstairs changing rooms. The changing room was styled as a large traditional little girls bedroom, with original fireplace features. Obviously as it was a changing room, there were many mirrors around, however the atmosphere was totally off and I have never felt a sense of paranoia before or since quite like it. I felt like I was being watched. I had a few items to try, but I felt when I was getting changed that if I opened my eyes again from e.g. pulling my top over my head, that I was going to see someone standing there! I still shop there, but I always insist on trying the items on in their downstairs changing room.

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You're welcome, some really cool stuff on there.

Like other pps, Culloden.

First time, with DM, overpowering grief, terror, going round. Unbearable. This time, with DH, a real sense of doom and the shivers as we parked. But I’d prepared myself and knew we were going to put flowers on DH’s clan grave, which made it a bit better. My own ancestors will have fought both for the Government and the Stuarts.

Have experienced panic with DH walking along a woodland road in Kent, a real fear.

Eyam I’m fine about but am local.

The Silent Inn in Howarth. Stayed overnight and was freaked out the entire time.

A pub in York - there were no tables to eat upstairs but downstairs there was space - it was shaped like a cavern, every table was free but no-one was sitting there at all, the atmosphere was terrible, really oppressive so we went somewhere else.

Don't particularly like Blackpool, find it very depressing.

I've visited Auschwitz and honestly just felt a sense of peace. Maybe because it was summer.

Marking

Ooh, yeah another one... A spooky Hotel over Shap that I stayed in one night. The floor moved I swear. Really unnerving. Felt 'off kilter' all night.

Apparently WW2 POW's were kept there. It had a very cold atmosphere.

I love Blackpool, but my family is from there and I get the feeling that the place "recognises" me.
Culloden was interesting. I didn't feel anything but tired, and my husband said he didn't feel much, but he saw something (I saw nothing). He wouldn't really explain what he saw, just that it wasn't threatening to him.

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

Isn't there an FBI underwater 'bodyfarm' type thing round there?