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

@DrRanjsRightEyebrow re the Lyceum theatre and those toilets. I'm not woo at all. Been to lots of places mentioned on this thread and felt fine but those loos are the only place I've really felt creeped out.

We used to go to the restaurant Livebait next door very frequently. The restaurant shared the loos with the Lyceum so you used to have to leave the restaurant by the back door and you'd come out by one of the theatre exits, go down a few flights of stairs and the loos would be there. Right in front was the entrance back into the auditorium and it would be pitch black in there. I could never look at the window to the auditorium.

Those loos were deathly silent and creepy as fuck and I'd wait in some discomfort to go when we got home instead. Nevertheless I must have gone maybe 30 times to those loos over the years and there was never another person in there but I never ever felt 'alone'. I'd leg it back up the stairs and the atmosphere would totally lighten coming into the restaurant.

25 Cromwell street. It was not fun

And that’s all I can say about it without getting freaked out.

The house my dad lived in when I was in my teens. It was a beautiful big Victorian terrace but it had the strangest atmosphere, especially if you were alone. I always felt as if I was being watched.

My room was an attic room and I hated it. On several occasions I heard breathing and felt the presence of a man. A relative who stayed over in that room once later asked me how I could sleep in there as 'there's a man in it'.

I used to suffer with sleep paralysis around that time, only rarely at my mum's house but virtually every night there. On one occasion, being a lazy teen, I'd slept in while the rest of the family went out leaving the dog with me. I had a paralysis episode where I woke up to someone lying on top of me, pinning me down by my shoulders. I snapped out of when the dog started barking. He never usually left the ground floor but he had come up both flights of stairs and stood in the doorway shaking and growling. I ran downstairs and he sat by my side growling at the doorway until everyone returned.

My step mum had quite a few spooky experiences there - things being moved etc when there was no one else around. Even my dad, who'd normally scoff at that sort of thing admitted he felt uneasy at times. I was pretty pleased when they sold up!

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.
If memory serves, this could be something to do with pagan worship, then later offerings to saints. Was there a well there? Or a spring, or something?

There's an Irish called 'Thin Places', the idea being that there are places where the 'walls' between one time and another, or one dimension and another, are thinner. So you can feel something....else...

@Schlimbesserung - look for "Clootie Wells"

Beaulieu Abbey at the motor museum. In one part it wasn't too bad but all 6 of us felt very cold in one particular spot (not a draft) but a few minutes later that spot was fine. Then in another part DH refused to go in, he felt really uneasy (and doesn't really believe in woo stuff at all). I did go in but had to walk out a few minutes later as felt sick, was struggling to breath, got very hot suddenly and it fell like a cold wet hand was pushing on the back of my neck. I was genuinely terrified and deffinitely felt like someone / thing wanted to hurt me. Was fine as soon as I stepped outside.

I was on honeymoon in the Highlands when I encountered a stone circle. I heard a strange buzzing noise and when I got closer and touched one of the circles I blacked out. Next thing I know I'm in the 18th century and I'm getting married to a gorgeous young Scot. How he can fill out a kilt! But now I think I might be pregnant and things are getting a bit dicey here with his family and the English.

AIBU to think I should find the stone circle again and try to get back to my first husband?

I also found Lindisfarne very peaceful, and Culloden, too.

First time I visited Ludlow Castle. Husband was paying and I wandered into the grounds. Suddenly burst into tears and felt very confused. I was then fine walking around but it was like the place meant something to me. Went back a couple of years ago, but nothing happened.

@SinceWhenDid the very last one I think, it was a couple of years ago now but I'll never forget the feeling I had in there

Oooh, I also had a creepy experience in my own house! DH was out and I went up to bed but wasn't asleep yet but my eyes were closed and I swear to this day I heard the front door being unlocked and opened and closed, heard footsteps coming upstairs and the slight creak of our bedroom door. I felt the bed dip as, what I thought was, DH sit on it, I even rolled slightly to his side. I know someone was there, I could feel them (you know how sometimes you just know someone is in he room with you?) It all seemed very quiet then and he would normaly say hello when he came in so I opened my eyes and there was no one there. I shouted hello, no answer. Got up, checked the bathroom but DH wasn't there, couldn't feel anyone there either IYKWIM. Rang DH and he was still out.
Very strange and no explanation but it was a comforting pressence and I felt safe, even if I can't explain it.

Killearn Hospital. Hate it.

The Bridestones - sort of between Congleton and Leek in Cheshire/Staffs. I used to drive past them quite often in the dark and every time the hairs on the back of my neck would go up. Lud's Church is nearby and also had a bad feeling about it.

@Catzpyjamas yes! Thank you

@Pastithea
Killearn Hospital - surprised you managed to get on that site + don't think I'd want to, as it's supposed to be, allegedly, full of asbestos.
Happy memories working there before it's closure.
Trivia - episode of "Taggart" filmed there.

NeedsAsockamnesty please go on 🤤

Culloden - deathly sad and haunting silence of the place
Port Arthur Tasmania - went there long time ago, but still remember that even at church prisoners were boxed in unable to see who they were sat next to.
Edinburgh’s underground city - sad place
Glasgow Central Station underground tour - prepare to weep!

Just remembered another one. I was asleep in my room in my parents house. I was woken up in the middle of the night by drawers being opened and shut in the room below me. I sat up in bed listening with my heart thumping. I eventually went and woke my Dad up who went and checked. Nothing there. Still can't explain what it was, but I know what I heard.

I stayed with friends at a very nice old pub/hotel at Moreton in the Marsh a few years ago. It had a cobbled carriage way in the entrance hall and was near the main crossroads/roundabouts in the town centre (can’t remember the name of it). My friends shared a double bed in the main room and I stayed in a little side room up a couple of stairs. We’d had a bit to drink though not much really, a good laugh and went to bed happy. But during the night I kept waking up feeling really creeped out. I couldn’t see anything but had the recurring sensation that something was hovering over me and swooping at me. It totally freaked me out and even though I was knackered, I had crappy sleep. I was a bit embarrassed to say anything to my friends so I don’t know whether they felt anything but suspect they didn’t. I always wondered whether there was anything the hotel staff could have told me, if I’d asked.

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 actually felt 'something there' but it didn't feel evil.

In fact I've posted on one of these sorts of threads before but it was more of a happy story.

It was back in 2012 I was feeling pretty distraught. We'd just had our third (I think - we had eight in the end - it's hard to separate them out sometimes) miscarriage and had been told by our consultant that we probably wouldn't have a live birth (Severe bicornulate uterus amoung other health problems)

My mum runs a coach holiday business, so she decided to book us on for a weeks trip they were doing to the I.O.W. Just before we went on holiday I found out I was eight weeks pregnant, I wasn't feeling hopeful.

One morning we were invited on an island tour - which I included a trip to Godshill. The second we got there I felt drawn up the hill. I'm not religious, I'm not really woo, but it actually felt like I was being attracted to that church.

It was a very strange feeling, my dh described it as 'feeling something ancient'. Inside the church is a statue of a woman holding an infant, with a rack in front of it for lighting candles. I felt close to tears as I donated, lit one, and then wrote a little prayer, begging for my baby to live.

I'm aware I've wattled on quite a bit so I'll try to make this a bit briefer

In short, DD was born healthy the next year. We suffered a few more miscarriages after her. For some masochistic reason I was determined that our family was supposed to be a four. I was about to give up and be grateful for the miracle I had.

My dh this time booked us on a trip to the I.O.W as he knew it held a special place for me now, though we hadn't had chance to go back.

I found out I was pregnant a week before we went to the I.O.W, I would be 8 weeks exactly again when we arrived there. Naturally I insisted we go back to the church on the hill for a repeat of what we did with dd.

Ds was born healthily the next year.

If I'm remembering properly I promised I'd start believing in 'something' if my prayers were answered. I haven't held up that, so should probably start looking into it!

Schlimbesserung and Puffins - I don't remember there being water (it was 15 years ago) but Clootie wells is the phrase for describing it that was lurking at the back of my head! I knew there was a proper phrase. The one on the Black Isle is relatively well known, but i've never found anything online about the one we came across.

East drive in pontefract. We'll know haunted house that had poltergeist activity in the 80s. Even had a film made about it. I am not at all a believer in the supernatural but we had a series of events happen when we were in there for a couple of hours at night - a girls phone was wiped clean of battery when she was taking pictures but worked again when we left, a seriously cold creepy room and coal cellar which didn't feel just normal cold but horrible sensitionally cold and when we said goodbye to the house just before we left there was a crashing bang upstairs. Most haunted did an episode there. I would never go back

I've been to several of these places - Glastonbury, Mary King's Close (in the days when you had to Know Someone to get down there), underground bunker, and so on, and only felt sad or open to whatever was there. I've had the occasional thing moved round the house but I just say out loud that I want it back and it usually appears in a very odd place. Maybe I'm too open.

Worked in a couple of places which were definitely haunted though. I spent a few years working in a dockyard and there were odd things that went on in two 20th century office blocks overlooking a dry Dock. In one the cleaners refused to enter one of the bathrooms as they said they heard voices and showers running when they were empty. My boss had an experience in the other block where a man in overalls, safety boots and hard hat, came into her office while she was photocopying in the early evening and walked round some cupboards to the desks; she went to say that she was the only one still at work and he'd disappeared. He would have had to pass her to go out the door and the windows didn't open that far for safety reasons.

There's an Irish idea called 'Thin Places', the thinking is that there are places where the 'walls' between one time and another, or one dimension and another, are thinner.

I think these places could feel calm and timeless. Maybe to others they feel creepy. Or maybe it depends on what has happened there.