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

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I also found Portmeirion creepy. We went on a lovely sunny day and in theory is all should have looked beautiful but it just felt all wrong to me. Maybe just incongruous, an Italianate village in the middle of Wales. Probably just our brains realising it doesn’t fit in with the surrounding and making people uncomfortable.

This is nowhere as creepy as others’ stories but years ago as teenagers my sister and I shared a room in a hotel in a family holiday to Menorca (might have been Majorca, I can’t remember).

One night we both woke up wide awake. She said she had felt something touch her through the covers. I assumed it was a small animal (lizard etc) that had got in the room, so I told her to hurry up and put her bedside light on so she could see what it was. As she reached her arm across to do so, this thing touched me on my foot through the covers. I screamed in fright as I hate lizards etc as she finally turned the light on. There was nothing there. It was literally a second later so a small animal couldn’t have got that far. We looked everywhere in that room. Opened curtains, looked under things,,behind things, under the beds. there was nothing to be seen anywhere. The windows were shut tight as we’d had air conditioning on earlier in the evening so it couldn’t have got out through the window.

We can’t explain what it was, and it certainly didn’t scurry ACROSS the beds, it was a definite light touch of each of us. We convinced ourselves it was a frog that had leapt from one bed to another, or a big cricket, which had somehow found a way out of the room in the second it took to switch the light on. No noise from it though, and nowhere really for it to go so......

As a child - my friend & I were exploring what had been a large shop and house. Totally derelict - and we shouldn't have been in there. Into the top of the building - looked up to the rafters and saw, what we thought, was a coffin. We would have put Usain Bolt to shame the rate we came out of there! Needless to say we never went back. With the benefit of hindsight, it had been an antique shop - and our "coffin" was probably a Grandfather/Grandmother clock.
On a different level - coming through Glencoe - there is definitely an atmosphere. Also, same applies to Culloden Perhaps it's due to prior knowledge.

When I was in early teens I visited Glastonbury with my parents. Pretty pleasant unremarkable trip but there was a hill in the town and a church about half way up (hadnt been before or been back since so cant be more precise) that I was transfixed by and all of a sudden I had a horrible feeling of dread and sorrow and wanted to run away and leave. I actually cried (not like me) and begged them to leave. Couldn't explain why I felt that way either. Parents said i was a stroppy type of teenager but they hadn't seen me like that before or since so we just upped and left. Never been back. Never will.
The feeling is still so strong about the place that I turned down free trips to the Glastonbury festival as i didnt want to feel like that ever again!

Another one for Bodmin jail! Had DS1 in the sling and as we went down into the jail he started screaming his head off and wouldn't be comforted. He was usually a really placid quiet baby so this wasn't like him at all. He didn't stop until I left. I needed up waiting for the others in the tea room and enjoyed a lovely cream tea so wasn't all bad.

On our honeymoon we paid out to stay in the Tower suite at thornbury castle. All was lovely enjoyed a walk round the castle as was a lovely summers evening. Then settled down to go to sleep and all the power went off. Called down to reception and they said oh the switch trips in there a lot I'll just be up to sort it. He came up and the switch was fine. They couldn't find a reason so said they'd move us to another room. When my oh was packing his stuff up in the dark I was taking pics of him and when I looked at the pics there was loads of orbs round him. It didn't feel creepy as such but there was something about it. I'd stay there again .

Everywhere on holiday I went round the UK. My mum and dad always took us to castles and historical places, but Hadrian's wall got me. I felt right in the middle of the war between the celts and the Romans

Ooh my DH grew up on a farm near edge hill and lots of stories about phantom soldiers walking across the fields, also of women tending to the dead....

Creepiest place I’ve ever been was an abandoned wire works in shining cliff woods. You had to walk through it to get to the youth hostel from the train. Ours was in late so it was almost completely dark on a cool breezey June evening and it clanged and made terrifying shadows!!

When you say edge Hill where is that, because we've got an edge Hill In Liverpool

Bodmin jail is foul. I felt sick the whole time and miraculously recovered on the car park. George Hotel on Glastonbury High Street is awful. Did not sleep a wink and saw dark shapes in the corner of my eye all night.

The ruins of the church for the McLeod clan on Skye. It was so creepy and the dog flatly refused to come inside the walls - I carried him in eventually and he leapt out of my arms and ran off as soon as we got in there. From memory I think there was a bloody battle (or several) between the McLeods and the other clan, but something about that place was not right at all and my totally creeped out feeling also continued when we walked through the woods nearby - it just didn’t feel like a good place to be. But the rest of Skye was lovely!

We were house hunting our first home. The vendor was a really creepy old bloke, greasy hair, dodgy teeth, trousers up to his nipples, battered brown jumper. I'm sure you get the picture. He followed us around as we viewed the rooms breathing heavily with scant respect for personal space. The house didn't look like it had been decorated since the 70s, minging kitchen, threadbare brown and orange carpet, nasty wallpaper. The guy said he had lived there for over 30 years. One bedroom was decorated with wallpaper with images of ponies and horseriders. Another has football wallpaper. So we asked if he had kids as it seemed like children's bedrooms. "Nope" he replied, "I've always lived alone".
Something felt very wrong and we got out pretty quick after that. And, no, we did not make an offer on the property.

I used to work in a very old pub in Kent and often ‘saw’ people out of the corner of my eye walking about and when I turned towards them (even once starting to say hello) no one was there. On one occasion I was in the cellar changing a lager barrel when I saw a figure standing in the doorway, I was in a rush and assumed it was one of the chefs who was around the same height. As I walked to towards it it disappeared and I’ve never run up the stairs so quick in my life! No one ever wanted to close the pub on a Sunday night as you were on your own, my bf (now dh) used to get that shift a lot and would phone me as he was going round locking the doors and switching off lights as he used to get scared. I only covered this shift once and refused to do it again, it was just this really creepy feeling that you weren’t alone.

A church about 2 miles from my house, on a hot day with clear blue skys, we went inside and it had a horrible feeling, after about 5 minutes of being in there we could hear rain hitting the roof and rain spots started appearing on the floor.. except they weren't wet.. totally freaked us out, i believe in something but my mum who i was with didnt until that day.

Ok. I work in tv. I sometimes direct voiceovers. I worked one place where the audio suites were tucked away in the depths of the basement. It was less than glamorous and always slightly eerie.

The voiceover sits in a separate soundproof booth while I sit in the audio suite next door with the audio guy and maybe someone from production (if you need a reference, look up the toast of London!). The voiceover has headphones on and through them can hear the tv showing whatever they're recording against, plus talkback from our room so she can hear us chatting and giving feedback. Unlike toast and other swish places in Soho, in this dive we can't see the voiceover from our room so we have to rely on talkback.

We start recording. All going well. Then she starts talking to herself a bit in between takes. We're amused but don't think much of it. (I could start an entire thread on things actor people have done). Then she starts to go a bit quiet. Misses a few cues. Seems a bit flustered. And says - stop saying that. It's not funny any more.

At this point none of us are talking. And even if we were, the talkback wasn't even on as we were in record mode. Audio guy asks whats up. And she's really upset by this point saying - what do you mean what's up? stop whispering at me.

Audio guy and I just look at each other. We weren't whispering. And nothing on the tv could be described as whispering. I tell her this on talkback and she just starts crying. Audio guy dashes off to the booth to find her a sobbing mess. I can hear them as she freaks out saying she could hear a man heavy breathing and whispering to her in her headphones.

He brings her back in our room. She hasn't finished the job but there's no way she can go back in there. Audio guy sits in the booth for a bit with the headphones on and we chat through talkback to see if he can hear. Nothing. Just us.

She says she thought it was one of us messing around. (We knew her quite well. She was a regular so we would always chat and have a fun session). It started off just saying hello. I can see you. Then got creepier with heavy breathing and sounding menacing.

Then we listen to the recordings of her voice. And in between her talking, if we boosted it up, I swear we could hear something. Someone whispering

We never got to the bottom of it. As far as I know it didn't happen again in those suites but then I left soon after so thankfully never had to go down there again.

Interesting to read all the Culloden references, it's been a very long time since I was there but I've never heard anyone say that before (I'm a local).

I don't believe in ghosts, and am largely not creeped out by stuff, I found the concentration camps I've been to distressing and sad, but not creepy as such. That's my disclaimer - obviously I have a story! I once went into the vaults in Edinburgh on a ghost tour, and it included a vault with a pagan shrine thing in it - I felt deeply uncomfortable the whole time we were in there and like I really shouldn't have been there. I assumed that it was because I'm a Christian and something made me feel wrong in there, as any other time I've been in the vaults I was fine!

Furness Abbey name checked already on page 2. A cottage nearby has a bridge where rumour has it the roundheads were meant to cross and he says he had seen all sorts of weirdness late at night when walking home from the pub, now closed. Lovely property for sale there which dh refused to even view.

My colleague's dad lived there. He called her before work one morning to go up because he said a bunch of drunks had left a mannequin in the stream in the garden. Except it wasn't, it was the dead body of a young man.

That aside, I walk my dogs near there. The woods have a slightly off feel but the abbey itself is rather lovely and atmospheric and I have not had bad vibes myself at all.

The first flat DH and I moved into together. I often used to get an uneasy feeling when I was there alone but put it down to being a new place. One night I woke up and rolled over, as I did I saw what looked like a man come in the bedroom door and walk to my DH's side of the bed. I had just rolled towards DH so was facing this thing but was too scared to move or turn away. I leant my head down into DH's chest but knew that it was still there. Something in my head was telling me not to look at it again, it'll be fine so long as I don't look at it. I laid there terrified for what felt like ages until I must've fallen back asleep. It was the first thing I thought about in the morning though. Who knows if it was just a dream or not but I can so clearly remember the absolute terror I felt and how I knew not to look at it again.

I’ve had a couple of weird experiences;

1. When I was young, my grandad always used to drive us down a country lane near where we lived to the house he grew up in - just to show us. And I remember seeing a lady run out into the road and nearly screaming thinking we were going to run her over. Turns out there was a lady back in the 40’s that ran across there (it wasn’t originally a road) to kill herself in the well on the other side of the road.
2. In a small tiny place outside Paris, I was with my not quite in laws (they are now in laws) and I saw a man hanging on the side of the road, I’d only been dating my now husband for a year so couldn’t say anything to them.

I don’t really remember creepy places but I do remember having a dream when I was in my teens waaay before meeting my husband that we would visit a house that had a specific floor plan and there would be one of those rooms completely empty with just a bassinet in and a doll - 5 years into dating hubby and his parents take us house hunting with them and this EXACT house I had seen in my teens was standing in front of me and I was able to show my hubby around and to the room with the creepy bassinet in it.

I’m really surprised by people’s comments about Lindisfarne and Wordsworth’s house though, they are 2 of the only places I have EVER felt truly at peace!

I've really enjoyed reading these!

Creepiest and most bizarre place was Sutton House in east London. It's a National Trust property dating from the Tudor period.

I was visiting with my DP and DS. We'd looked around the house and realised we'd missed the cellars. On out way down the stairs into the cellar there were what can be best described as throbbing waves of overwhelming power. They were so strong you could almost see them.

When we got to the into fine cellar, we were informed it was once used as a chapel. This sense of power was so thick I thought everybody must be able to feel them too. My DP and DS looked at me if I'd lost marbles when I asked them.

I couldn't wait to get back into the house and it unnerved me much, I'm reluctant to go there again.

Won't name the place - but a shopping centre - I got a bad feeling about the place and wanted to leave. I can still see it in my minds eye. There was a killing spree there about a year later. I never went back.

@Sinistrophobia which room in the vaults?

Oh, I've remembered another one! Sister and I were walking the dog up in one of the Forestry Commission woods behind Inverness and came across an area with loads of ribbons tied to the trees. No idea why, but it was really creepy and we moved on very quickly! We just didn't feel comfortable there, like we were intruding on something.

Great thread. Find it so fascinating.

I grew up in a 15th century pub and had many creepy experiences. Went into the ladies loos (which I always felt uncomfortable in). There were 2 cubicles and you had to open two doors to get into the loo area.

I went in to one cubicle - the other cubicle door was open and I was the only one there. As I was going to the loo, I heard someone aggressively push through both doors and then slam the next door cubicle door shut. I assumed someone was really pissed. Came out of my cubicle and no-one was there. Never legged it so fast on my life.

We had so many incidents there-heavy breathing in my room, my posters all came off the wall and laid face down on the other side of the room etc.

@leftwiththedognow snap! I'm from Burnley and have never felt anything but at home in Pendle. Story goes that my ex's family are descended from Alice Nutter. Knew my DDs were little witches

Interesting to read all the Culloden references, it's been a very long time since I was there but I've never heard anyone say that before (I'm a local)
The thing my husband saw was apparently not connected to the battle at all. He said it was something to do with a wedding, of all things. He's a highlander and has the second sight, so I'm used to him seeing things but don't really ask about it. It was in the car park when it started (I can always tell when he sees something, but not what he sees).

There is a place on our farm, where the road runs along the sea front and you have to go along this road to get to our neighbour's house (the road crosses our land and the cottage is on a little peninsula). I used to visit the old man who lived there and we would often see the lights of a car approach the house then hear a car door open and slam shut, and the sound of footsteps across the gravel. There was never anyone there though. Walking back home was really creepy. It was fine until halfway to our house, then as soon as I reached the boundary of our garden, a noise would start, like the snapping sound of a flag on a windy day. It would stop just as suddenly when I turned the corner towards our gate. At first I would assume it was an old sack caught on a fence, but after I hunted high and low for the cause of the noise there was never anything to be found. My husband told me not to bother, because for 100 years his family had worked the land here and none of them had ever been able to work out the cause either. I was quite glad when the house became empty and I certainly never walk that way at night any more. In the daytime I take the dog or make someone else walk with me.