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

hodor I must have been a similar age when we visited the German underground hospital and I remember feeling so unsettled by it.

Went to Sark a few years ago and found it really spooky but couldn’t quite put my finger on why

My brother and I once got up really early in the morning and went on a rowing adventure (we were sstaying on a yacht) we towed to a tiny little island (like 10 metres wide If that) that looked lovely, climbed off the boat and immediately both felt spooked and rowed back to the yacht. Telling our family the story later we pointed out where we had gone on the chart - it was called “Hangman’s Island”

Actually, we visited the catacombs in Palermo and I found them really reassuring and friendly. The fact that families used to visit their deceased loved ones on high days and holidays to eat lunch and so on made me happy on a weird way!

Askeaton graveyard in Limerick. You go in and there is definitely someone watching. Terrible injustices were done there. There are unquiet spirits.

I love standing stones. At Avebury I felt the urge to hug the stones. Weird I thought. But years layer I discovered that the traditional response to discovering a standing stone is to hug it. (In a book I read). I'm really not woo otherwise.

But there is a stone near my home...I would never hug it...I don't even get close.. .don't know why, it's just not...'friendly.

Goodness that sounds weird. I'm really not.

Obviously I felt awful when visiting Auschwitz and Birkenau. But I was more freaked out by the friend I went with. He wasn't moved in any way. He just kept shrugging and saying, "Well, that's human beings for you, isn't it? They hurt each other. We'd do the same." He made the whole experience creepy for me. I haven't seen him since either.

Monasterevin. Do not go there. Even the chip shop is haunted.

“We’d do the same...?”

TBH, I think your friend was freaked out and was desperately trying to normalise it all. He’s not as wrong as we’d like to think, either. Just read the Daily Mail or Express.

Standing stones, wells, catacombs, no effect on me, I'm a bereaved parent. But I'm glad those bloody maisonettes in Muirhouse Crescent in Edinburgh were knocked down, because I wasn't the first to see someone in the bedroom on the second floor of one particular flat when the entrance and windows on the first floor had been boarded up with metal there. A young man with dark hair, wearing a green and white striped top, which I later found out was a Hibs top, and a young man had been knifed to death there in the 80s in a house party, and no one ever stays long.

Our own flat, a man called Kenny hanged himself from the the long pendant in the stairwell in 1996. No idea how I knew that, but I did. One drunken evening I brought it up when the flat was full of visitors from the scheme, who verified it. I can feel him sometimes, but it's not a harmful feeling and if anything, protective.

There is a road near here called Cromlech. And lots of people who live there have had strange experiences. It's an old place. But I'd rather live here than in some place called Cromlech, that's for sure!

Doctroo wins the thread!

Auschwitz-Birrkenau.... the atmosphere is so sad and heavy. It stayed with me for weeks. I believe bad energy stays in a place and it certainly felt like it there.

@merrychristmasyafilthyanimal. Was is Wast Water (the deepest lake in England)? It's alway freaked me out too. I always remember my mum telling me that a women was murdered by her husband and he dumped her body in the lake.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wast_Water

I haven't read that ^ as it still freaks me out and I'm already struggling to sleep after reading this thread 😨

Ooo yes Wast Water very Eiry

love this thread but I'm to chicken to go scary places

I was doing part-time work for an elderly couple in Yorkshire. They employed one full-time man who was a bit odd - popping up everywhere unexpectedly. There were various strange relatives calling in at weird times. I never quite knew when there were other people about and when the house was empty. It was a very large house and there were cupboards and hidden doorways/heavy curtained windows.

The old man had a temper and liked his orders followed exactly - I wasn't allowed in various places and I had to use an outside toilet. There were sheds and barns full of the entire belongings of dead relatives - slowly decaying.

The old man had a gun room - rumours about him shooting someone in an argument and escaping justice were rife. His wife was very old-fashioned and they didn't speak too each other.

It was just very uncomfortable and even though I was well paid I got another job ASAP. I felt constantly on edge.

The house that Anne Frank and her family hid in - only time I have truly ever felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

@CointreauVersial I've been there too, a few years ago now though. Really chilling. Think I was abit young to appreciate the importance at the time but wow. The church where all of the women and children died, I won't ever forget it. Horrible.

A backpackers lodge beside the gloworm caves at Charleston in New Zealand. I was travelling alone and discovered that I was the only person staying that night. The owner was an alcoholic who carved jade in an annex to the "hostel". He showed me my room, which was covered in cobwebs and (mostly) dead bugs, and the door was off its hinges and didn't close. He showed me the showers and toilet blocks, all with no doors and covered in grafitti. He kept patting my shoulder. I left my bag and went to the gloworm caves for my tour and the lady on the desk asked where I was staying. She immediately got on the phone and found me a motel room nearby and told me to go get my bag and come back..and if she didn't see me within 30 mins she'd call the police...! I went back, paid the man 26 dollars, apologised for not being able to stay there (no idea why I apologised really..or why I paid...other than to not make him angry) and legged it back to the caves. It reminded me of a scene from a horror film...

I worked in a care home which was a grade 2 listed building with a newer extension. For the main part the extension was fine but the main building always gave me the heebie-newbies; especially the old servant quarters upstairs which was where the staff toilet, break room, offices and storage areas were. Never went up after dark as I was so scared - would never even hang my coat on the landing. Once I was washing up in the kitchen and glanced up to look as I sensed movement from a window and saw a curtain being held up by a resident. Except that man had died about 2 weeks previously and the room was locked up as empty. Work colleague saw it too so we took the key to investigate and the room was freezing cold but no window open to cause a draft and since it was locked no one in there. Got out quick. The man had died in that room and was not pleasant; used to chase people who went near his room with a stick. He died in that room and im certain i saw his ghost. He used to love curtain twitching. Eventually new resident moved in and the room was always cold and the lady in there used to complain about banging on the windows at night and saying a man was staring at her. The management got people in to correct the heating to no avail. Her family arranged a priest to do a blessing then she was happy. No more complaints of the man and the room felt warmer. I'm just glad I don't work there anymore.

Godshill village on the Isle of Wight, it’s picturesque but Creepy with an evil undertone, my DH Couldn’t wait to leave the pub, which is unheard of. We later spoke to some people local to where we were staying on the island and they said they felt it too!

I can’t believe I forgot Kamloops, Canada. Creepiest place I’ve ever been to - really off.

Been to Blackpool loads & never had a bad vibe.

There are a few.

When I was 6 my grandma lived alone in a huge country estate. She was moving out so we went to help her. The house was a stand alone farm house in the middle of nowhere. Most of the furniture had gone so it was just a huge empty house. Me and my cousin went off to explore and upstairs in one of the bedrooms there was a god awful fireplace that had a big black iron thing over it. I remember standing and staring at it and I felt cold and frightened. My cousin then came in and looked terrified. He said "we have to go downstairs now". He was 5. I followed him downstairs and his mum asked him what was wrong. He said "the old lady upstairs told me I had to come back downstairs". There was nobody up there but I remember feeling like I was in a place I shouldn't be when I was staring at that fireplace. Another cousin who is much older had once visited and refused to ever go back. He's now 40 and still won't talk about it. The house is up for sale now and has been for years, for some reason it can't sell.

Another one - Poveglia island in Venice. There are no words.

Also, my old school was a former hospital during the war. The locker room was in the basement and it was cold and eerie as fuck. It used to be the morgue. It felt empty and almost unreal, like when you stepped foot in there you stepped out of reality. I can't explain it but I can still picture the green Victoria's wall tiles and the eerie silence.

Oh and the Paris catacombs. Corridors of death. Fastinating but so morbid.

As a teen (late 80s) i was babysitting for an older friend in their off the beaten track house in the woods near Rickmansworth. Beautiful summers day i wandered with the child down a little track through the trees and down to the river where there's a bridge. Bubbly brook over the stones ect. Isolated, but lovely. The atmosphere changed totally as we got to the water's edge near the bridge. I stood there and goosebumps rose all over my body. The sun still shone but i felt on high alert and started looking over my shoulder and peering into the bushes ect. Panic took over and i remember bunging the child back in his pushchair and flying back up that bloody path with him. I didn't look back. I was afraid of what i'd see frankly. I'm an only child and used to roaming about alone - not easily spooked. I've no idea what happened that day but i've never forgotten it. I never went back!

Blatent placemsrking to read this tonight! Apologies!