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

I was going to say Bodmin Jail as well LidoDeck.

The other one for me was Ham House in Richmond. We did a ghost tour there a few years ago. We were in one of the bedrooms and I started to feel ill, as though I was getting a migraine. When we left the room it went off. I mentioned it to the tour guide afterwards and she said that we were in the Duchesses bedroom and she didn’t like women and many women feel ill there.

I don’t believe in ghosts at all so I don’t know what to make of it but I know I felt awful.

One place I worked was an old house and no one would work alone on the top floor in the code room. The bunker was creepy but only because of the corridors extending into darkness, empty except for the racks of bunk beds to sleep on in the event of emergency. We were told not to go down the tunnels as no one really knew now how far they went and it could be dangerous.

I also worked as police staff in an old building that had been converted and extended into offices with some accommodation. That place was very well known to be haunted and several senior officers (who didn't know each other) told me the same stories about the same rooms, including the presence of Something Female in the early hours and seeing shadows walking past open doors of rooms. A colleague saw a police officer in uniform in her office; as she came in, he vanished. One day, I was escorting a visitor to offices which were up an old back stairs into the servants rooms. I showed to the empty office where he had to complete a task for his interview. He asked to go to the loo so I took him down the corridor to it and stood waiting while leaning on a colleague's open doorframe, talking to her. After some moments, I clearly saw a man I thought to be the visitor going into the office a few yards down. I remarked how I hadn't noticed him pass me and she agreed that she hadn't noticed him either. I went into the office and it was completely empty. Nowhere to go except a tiny window over the rooftops and there wasn't time to have opened it. The visitor was just coming from the loo. That same office, two colleagues who had used it at separate times both felt that they had to keep the door shut as they kept half seeing/feeling someone standing at the door and they would look up to invite the person in to find no one there. It ended up so accepted!

Prob Pompeii... so sad what happened there

Savernake Forest - there are lots of creepy tales about it and malevolent spirits (one amazing one on a previous thread here), but it's also beautiful. I only know the stories because I like that kind of thing -I'd never mentioned them to DH or DC. One day we'd been shopping in Marlborough and decided to go for a walk and a picnic in the woods.

As we were driving through to find somewhere to park, DS aged 2 piped up from the back 'Why are there so many baddies here?'.

We did NOT stop for a picnic.

I'm very un-woo, though interested in the 'stone tapes' theory.
But also thought I would share another story, which is a nice one for anyone who's reading this thread and worried they are not going to sleep.
When I was 19 I was rather more woo-inclined (tarot cards, Mists of Avalon, etc) and I was staying with my then-boyfriend's family in the New Forest. Boyfriend and I went into a little shop which had been the house of the local ('good'/wiccan) witch - and walking into that shop was like being hugged. I remember saying to one of the counter staff, 'wasn't she lovely,' and they said, 'yes, and still here,' and I said 'Yeah, and still lovely.
I bought a little pot from the shop and still have it.

Reanimated, was that Sybil Leek's old shop?

I've never been to Saddleworth Moor but several Yorkshire friends say that there feels something hungry and evil up there, as though what is there demands a life every so often, and some say there are stories of that before the murders, as though the murders were another episode of the Moor demanding its blood.

I liked Pendle though.

Aushwitz

Papalazarou I know the building you mean, by the Jolly Giant. I was fascinated by it as a child, and kept asking to go there, even though I was always told you couldn’t go in.

It's new Most Haunted next week :)

TooManyPaws the shop was called A Coven Of Witches (I only know this because i went and looked at the little pot in my 'Things' cupboard) but I can't remember her name or exactly where it was, as this was about 35 years ago.

ClaireBeauchampRandallFraser

we need to talk....

I imagine it's even more eerie now since that awful massacre in the 90's.

The war tunnels on jersey particularly the hospital bit 😱

The Guildhall museum in Leicester, the old jail part is terrifying and has a horrible atmosphere. There’s one room there as well that I couldn’t get out of quick enough

@JamieFrasersMistress Dinna ye ken my Sassenach ways?

Yes Horse the German Underground Hospital is definitely creepy. I went as a small child some 30 years ago and still remember how eerie it was.

Years ago, late 90s/early 00s, I used to work in The Clink Prison Museum in London whilst I was a student. It's not at all creepy during the day when all the lights and exhibits are running, but when you're the lone female unlocking it early in the dark winter mornings, or locking it up at night and you hear chains rattling and dragging on the floor, or cell doors creaking open and slamming closed when you know you're the only one there, it gets really freaky.

ClaireBeauchampRandallFraser yes try and find your first husband. It’s only fair. I like the sound of the man in the kilt though.

I think 95% of the woo on this thread can be attributed to bad dreams, funny feelings, sound waves, frequencies, shadows, noisy old houses and mice. The other 5% I’m not sure.

The Feldherrnhalle monument on the Odeonsplatz in Munich.

I was about 20 and working in the city for a few weeks in summer. I stopped between appointments to sit upon the sun soaked monument, catch some rays, all that. And the most overwhelming urge to just get out of there and off that platz set in. The malevolence totally closed in. I was totally creeped out, left, and avoided walking by Odeonsplatz during the rest of my stay.

It was a significant place for Hitler and the Nazis. It was where he first tried to bulldoze his way into power. When he finally became chancellor, the Feldherrnhalle was a very symbolic and important location for Hitler. So significant was it that people were expected to offer the Heil salute when walking past the memorial/ through Odeonsplatz. There was a quiet diversion for those who wished to avoid having to walk past and offer the salute. That would have been me, back then! I didn't know its history at the time I felt that sheer malevolence. But when I learned of it, my horrible feelings made sense. I felt so troubled.

When I was seventeen, many years ago, I worked in a building that was part of the old Thames watergate, near the embankment. When the cleaner left unexpectedly, a couple of us young ones decided to do it for a few weeks after work to earn some extra holiday money. We would be given a key when the last person left and lock up, posting the key back through the letterbox when we'd finished.

It was a very old building with a stairwell encased in wood and frosted glass, my friend was on the ground floor and I was in the semi basement passageway, I heard her coming down the stairs and saw her shadow go passed the glass. I opened the door and called her to see what she was doing and she came out of the office behind me.

They persuaded us to finish the week and we decided we would but we would stay together at all times.

The next night we were in the basement office and there was a terrific crash outside the door, we ran out and there were reams of paper strewn the whole length of the corridor. It had all been stacked neatly against the wall earlier. My hair is standing on end just remembering it.

Needless to say our cleaning days were over, and we were teased by everyone. The teasing stopped when a few weeks later one of the girls decided to set up a ouija board in our lunch hour. Everyone was giggling until the glass flew off the table and smashed.

The strange thing is I don't believe in anything woo at all, I don't believe in spirits or ghosts, I think there's always a logical answer, even if we don't know what that is.

Place marking for tomorrow 😱

LidoDeck I had the EXACT same experience at Bodmin Jail! Was in the area and heard that it was interesting, love historical places like that so was really looking forward to it - was also chucking it down with rain. I absolutely hated the place, couldn’t wait to get out. I’ve been to so many old buildings/museums/castles and NEVER felt like that before. And like you, something really stuck with me for a few weeks, horrible feelings, terrifying dreams etc

I live in Edinburgh, I'm surprised so many have found it so creepy!

The creepiest place I've ever been was my old house in Cumbria - I didn't choose it, someone else arranged it for me, and I moved in with my cats (relevant). It was a terraced house from about 1800 at a guess and had an extension built out the back in the 70s or 80s. I could always feel some kind of presence watching me in the back sitting room and the extension, though nothing ever happened to us.

One of the cats suddenly got so nervous he would pull out his fur though, and stopped when we moved away again, and the neighbour on the wall adjoining the creepy thing killed himself. I really don't miss that house at all.

Interesting that a couple of the most oppressive places I've ever been have already been mentioned - Culloden Field and the underground hospital in Jersey.

One of the worst places I've ever been was a WWII lookout post on the East Coast of Scotland. It was beside a caravan park where we had a family holiday. My sister, cousins and I were all Charging about and when we went inside that lookout post, I instantly felt sick and like we were being watched. I can't remember where it was and just Googled to see if I could find it. The images that came up gave me that feeling again, it was so horrendous, I'm sure something bad happened in there.

I also felt like this in a council flat in my home town. That place was terrifying and a number of scary things happened to me there. My dog hated it and barely left my side in that flat. Friends stayed once, left the minute the sun came up, then never came back.

Alcatraz. Shit me right up. You can feel the death. Positively eerie.

I also meant to say that one of my best friends used to work in Mary Kings Close and said that it was terrifying. The staff used to take turns being the one to lock up at night, which meant going through the whole close putting lights off as they got nearer and nearer the exit. She said it was as if it started to come alive as soon as the lights went off

It was a bad idea to start on this thread while in bed in Edinburgh!

I've visited Mary King's Close a couple of times. The first time I went about half way through the tour, we walked from one side of the room to the other. It was just an empty room with scaffolding. Suddenly I felt a dip in temperature and this overwhelming feeling of dread, almost as if i'd zoned out from everything. I didn't understand why I was feeling like this as the tour guide was talking about the sewage system back then. A few minutes later we walked round the corner into a small room where there were toys and teddy bears. I think the story that is told is that a young girl died there during the plague. I have no idea if this is true or not. There was no mention of this throughout the tour. I had no idea it was there until we walked in the room. I don't know if it had anything to do with what I was feeling, but I'll never forget it.