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

Somewhere I worked years ago. My eyes get hot and teary just thinking about how bad it felt.

Pavlovian That does sound genuinely creepy! It reminds me of a Spanish short I saw once, about an apartment for sale.

Placemarking.

Scariest place I've ever been was the Woodberry Down council estate in north London 20 years ago at night. Never felt so threatened. Think it's changed since then!

Creepiest I'm not sure. Might post later if I think.

I can't remember the name but it was a concentration camp in Belgium about 25 years ago. I was with my mum, on a coach trip. She wanted to take a lot of pictures and there were a couple she took of me out in the execution yard. I really wanted to get out of there and I definitely wasn't going to do any cheesy grins.
One of the pics came out OK, though I look thoroughly unhappy. The rest all came out black (this was pre-digital cameras so a matter of taking the film to the chemist and getting it developed.)

In a place in the west midlands once, I used to live (and work,) and every time me and my colleagues went for a coffee in the retail park, we could smell a burning; maybe hair or rubber - we weren't sure. But there was never anything there that was burning.....

After a few months of this, we discovered that women used to be burned alive as witches, (about 2 centuries before!) at the point where we could smell the burning.

I'm not kidding. Creeped me right out it did.

Also, me and some friends went to an old house in Birmingham where 2 children were murdered in the 1880's (by the their father who was hanged for it,) and when you went into the room where they were murdered, I swear down, the temperature dropped about 5 degrees C, and a chill ran straight through all 5 of us, and we all had a feeling of terrible foreboding.

Creepy as hell. Even the one hugely pessimistic woman in the group felt the chill and wanted to leave straight away.

@dratthecats story was creepy!!!

In Ireland my cousins have castle ruins in the field behind their house. When I went there when I was younger my oldest cousin took me and my uncle there and it was super eerie. I was 8 at the time but we heard noises and random stuff happening. I’ve been to creepy places recently but as I love stuff like that it’s not all that creepy. Walking through Alton towers at night is pretty cool. Living in a small town when we get snow we basically get cut off as the road gets blocked. It’s like dawn of the dead.

Oooo place marking...

The drovers inn on Loch Lomond. My ds and I were terrified 😂

bingbong those are genuinely frightening...right up my street! Whereabouts are they?

Laurence of Arabia's cottage in Dorset, Cloud's Hill.

And Wincanton.

Port Arthur in Tasmania. It was an old penal colony and they had an asylum. Went on a ghost walk there. The whole place was beautiful but very creepy and the history was just so sad. Great place to go.

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DratTheCat Your story gave me chills, I know the exact feeling you describe and it's awful. Did you ever find out what it was?

same here.... did the odd family say anything to you the next day, Drat? Did you say anything to them? Sounds like everyone ‘s worse nightmare

'And don’t get me started on the house that I wanted to run shrieking from within two minutes of stepping through the front door.'

C'mon, now you have to tell us, Pavlovian.

DH and I did this far out walk around here a couple of years ago. I mean, it was strange, meandering but only 10km. Halfway through we found this 2 story derelict house of the trail. Wicked! We love shit like this. So of course we went to it. It didn't feel right and we've been in dozens of these places. DH was ahead of me in what must have been one of the reception rooms when a female voice near him said, 'You should leave!' There was no one there and I don't speak with a Scottish accent. We bailed!

The second creepiest was a council flat in Edinburgh.

Culloden battlefield felt eerily quiet and as if the whole place was holding its breath.

Burton Agnes Hall church, took one step through the door, turned round and walked straight out, it felt very very wrong, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and I just needed to leave.

Beaulieu house in Dorset. There was one room in that house I could not get out of fast enough. I later found out that one of the pictures on the wall had a reputation!

Furness abbey! I visited it on my own once and just felt like I was being watched. It's so interesting.,.could it be that we expect to feel that in old buildings so we do... or is there more too it?

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In northwest Leeds there is an old working farm that is now run by a charity for the variously disadvantaged. It has gardens and a farm shop and cafeteria/restaurant. I have only visited once and I vowed I would never go again. For all the good the place does, it just gave me the creeps. I can't explain beyond that.

Kilhope Wheel I went on a school trip to but my only memory is wanting to buy the crystals from the gift shop! The old manor houses at Beamish are really creepy when walking around on your own too

Visiting my Granddad in a psychiatric hospital very was scary. A lot of seriously ill people looking right through me making strange noises. I'd never been around people so detached from reality before. It didn't help that my mum had been bitten by a resident on a previous visit.

On a lighter note, Saw: Alive at Thorpe Park.

In Stonetown Tanzania we visited a place where the slaves were kept before shipping. It was a small empty stone room with a narrow walk way and raised sides where the slaves all sat/slept and a very tiny window and low ceiling. It’s a very humbling experience but with just 3 of us i felt claustrophobic. I started to imagine people being there and even writing about it makes my imagination go into over drive. I don’t believe in ghosts etc usually but it felt like there were real memories
/images unfolding in my mind

Thetford Abbey. I love historical places but this felt malevolent.

In my younger days I was really into exploring abandoned buildings and visited quite a few derelict old asylums. I never felt scared, more interested and I'm not woo in the slightest. Once we went in what I think was a gatehouse for the old asylum next to my university building, it was a fairly normal looking house but something in there felt really, really wrong. I remember thick cobwebs everywhere that looked like they were covered in soot, and a really horrible oppressive atmosphere and a sense of needing to leave. Really weird!

It was just a horrible, horrible feeling, expat, but it was the vendor as much as the house. He didn’t say or do anything inappropriate, but had this way about him that just reeked of sinister.

The house was very run down, with damaged walls and floorboards missing, and I couldn’t help wondering if some poor souls weren’t secreted about the place. I know that might make me sound crazy, but four years later, I can still remember how the experience made my flesh crawl, and it still does.

Currently, my own damn bedroom.

I had one of those 'sleep paralysis experiences'.

Ds was struggling to sleep and I'd been up most of the night bf him. I got past tired in the end and sat reading my kindle.

I obviously must have dropped to sleep but didn't remember it.

In my mind I was just reading and suddenly the bedroom door slammed shut. Then it creaked slowly open, and I saw a hand.

I freaked the fuck out! But I couldn't move, all I could do was watch as this 'thing' entered the bedroom and crossed the end of the bed to stand with it's back to me by the wardrobe.

It was a female (I think) about as tall as the door handle and she had red hair.

I desperately tried to shout as I could see dh snoring next to me. Just as it was turning to face me I sat up and it slowly faded before I could see it's face. My kindle was open at the page I was 'reading' and in my hand when I 'woke up'.

I'm not ashamed of the fact that I sleep under the covers now

We used to walk past a horrible house on the way to first school. I used to say to my mum how much I'd hate to live there because it gave me a horrible feeling.

My parents bought the house when I was 8 and we moved in.

They still live there now. I still don't like it at all. I always felt like killers were going to turn up there.

A tube station, fairly early on a Sunday morning. I was the only person on the platform and it felt like a post-apocalyptic horror movie