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 worked as a funeral arranger for some time and the branch I worked in was a very, very old funeral home. It had originally been a funeral home (very old fashioned where the family lived upstairs) and it was creepy as all hell. There was an attic but the stairs were condemned and even if you opened the door it was too pitch black to see up the stairs. I used to spend a lot of time there alone and I could always hear people wandering about, the chapel doors would open etc. Outside there was a basement door and it was where the old chapels and mortuary had been before it was taken over. It was horrendous in there - a maze of rooms and in the middle room was apparently a huge metal mortuary table and other things. I never got in that far I was too frightened lol

love this thread want to visit some of these places

Alas @Reddlion there's no guarantee you'll experience anything creepy. I've been to several of them and not felt a thing - v disappointing!

Not a creepy place - but an interesting child ...

My mother works in a Nat Trust property as a room guide. Very very old property, loooong history, site dates from 1500s. Mum's worked there for years.

Right so one day a couple of summers ago my mum was in a particular room, not very busy, families wandering through, when a little boy (7ish) came up to her and asked where the other chair was.

• What chair love?
• The pink one, the big one like that one when it was pink. (points to blue faded chaise lounge at the side of the room
• Weeeeell it burned in a fire about a hundred years ago ...
• So why is this one blue now?
• Because it had to be recovered after the fire ... who told you about this love?
• They used to be here and here
• We think so yes ........ how do you know love?
• Yes. The nice lady used to sit here all the time. Doing sewing. Bye!

Mum >

None of that info is in the blurb.

Most interesting Laiste sounds like he’d been there before!

Not me but my auntie is a cleaner in a hospital. She’s partial to a bit of woo and creeps herself out in dark corridors etc when working back shifts, but she says all colleagues hate cleaning the recovery room just outside theatre. Lots of unsettled souls there apparently.

If you would all like a spooky story, I will post one here tonight at about 11 pm. I have name changed to the place where the haunting took place many years ago. Except I have replaced 'OOO' in front of the farmhouse name to protect whoever lives there now.

Cannot post now as I have work, but at 11 pm I will be back. Don't read it if you are easily scared.

My friend got married in Scotland, whilst we were there she asked us to join her and her new husband on their honeymoon - they had rented a big old house in the Lake District for three nights on the way back. We decided to take them up on their offer. It was the creepiest house ever. The landing light went on and off on its own. It was like someone had just upped and left it as it was in the 50s and never returned. Very, very odd feeling in there - I make DP stand on the landing when I needed the loo in the night. Lovely big garden with deer and foxes though and view of Lake Windemere.

"she asked us to join her and her new husband on their honeymoon"

That's weird in itself.

Laiste you have definitely posted that on here before, I’ve read that before. Still fascinating!

000bourneFarm ready and waiting.

Place marking for 11 pm!

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You'll enjoy every moment there. ps it's even got a pub.

The Oak Tree Inn in Tantobie, County Durham, nearly 30 years ago. Very creepy & creaky, with an ancient waitress in a long black dress & white pinafore. Very odd place indeed - food was good though!

When very pregnant I was completely freaked out by the Dracula Experience place in Whitby, even though I knew it was just a load of old plastic vampires & not real at all.

Been an English Heritage member for 20 years. Not many castles or abbeys scare me, although my husband saw a faceless woman wearing a long cloak, at Sudeley Castle, or rather in the woods there, in the 1970s.

Although one of the places mentioned several times here, I can't name because it is too outing, I was in the garden there very early one morning before it opened to the public, with my late friend, (we were doing living history) and it definitely felt like we weren't alone. But very benign and not 'creepy' at all. We both felt utterly at home there - at the same time, I think we both felt there was something slightly off kilter about the place. But garden, not house.

Another vote for Bolsover Castle. One of the few that crept the bejaybus out of me - one particular room, with, IIRC, a window-seat. I have been back recently and the second time, felt nothing.

Another place that always shook me up for no really obvious reason - Witley Court, near Birmingham. Just felt 'alive' to me.

Years ago, not doing living history, but we went a lot to a certain castle on the English/Welsh border. I had this horrible feeling near the woods nearby. Just always felt like I was going to stumble on a body, there. Family went to a re-enactment there, some time later and a young girl hung herself in the same woods, that weekend.

Copper beech tree in the gardens at Lotherton Hall, near Leeds. I saw an Edwardian looking little boy under that tree. Got closer. No-one there.

Clifford's Tower has no effect on me. Husband knew someone who used to work there and she told him when they closed up at night and the public gone, they often hear running footsteps on one of the spiral staircases and knew there was nobody else in the building.

There is a church in the parish where I live so I can't name it, that I can't step foot in.

A student I worked in a big modern hotel while my then BF worked in a small country house Hotel.
His place was understaffed for a big wedding and asked me if I could help out, which I agreed to.

During the evening I had to use the ladies loo. While in there I was gripped by the most appalling and terrifying need to get out - a climbing-the-walls fear.

I later found out that when the Hotel had been a private residence there had been a fire and the wing where the ladies loo was had been gutted. A maid had died in the fire.

My first professional role was in an office that was converted from a small old factory.
The main office was bad enough but I found that if I was first in and if I said "good morning" the awful feeling went.

The back building was another story altogether though.
The archive room at the top of the stairs would often be found to have papers strewn everywhere, even if no one had been up in months. It had a horrible feeling and the door jammed. I never went in there alone.

Halfway up the stairs there was a big room that opened directly off them, that also had a horrid feeling. Apparently after I left a concealed room was found off that area and the feeling got worse after it was opened.

There was a full ghost hunt in that place at some point after I left and it freaked out the seasoned hunters as well.

Teaser.

When you shine a torch beam at something, it ends when the object it finds reflects light back at you. But can a torch beam just end with nothing there?

Where you can walk up to the beam that ends, but there is nothing there, why does the light stop?

What is there stopping it?

When you are standing in its place.

Before I left home for good the second time (so when I was about 19) I used to stay at my friend's house a lot because my parents and I didn't get on. One day we were talking about a place nearby and she told me it was haunted. Then she said that her house was haunted too. I laughed and said that I hoped she was joking because the idea of ghosts terrified me. She said something like "You really shouldn't have said that". I thought nothing of it and reminded her that all houses make noises (there were often banging noises in the attic or kitchen).
One night I cooked dinner, cleaned up the kitchen and put everything away, then we watched TV for a while and went to bed. In the morning I was first up and while I was in the living room opening the curtains I heard a banging noise in the kitchen followed by a click. I went in and the kettle had just finished boiling. In front of it were three mugs- there were only two of us in the house.
There was much more over a period of months- banging doors, if I was alone in the house there would be all sorts of noises all round the house and just outside. Machines would stop working as soon as I turned my back on them, things would fall off shelves, things would be moved and turn up in odd places, the works.
I stopped staying there after it all started to feel nasty. Previously it was just mischief, but I began to feel that it was turning spiteful. My friend moved out shortly afterwards and her cousin moved in. The house burned down very shortly afterwards. Since then a succession of people have lived there but none were happy and none left for happy reasons.

The house I grew up in was haunted, now I am a proper grownup my mother now actually acknowledges that she has always felt and heard things but didn't want to make it worse when I told her things as she didn't want to scare me.
Apparently when I was a baby I used to cry in the night and she would listen and see if would settle, usually I would but sometimes she heard me cooing and laughing and when she checked on me I didn't register her as I was looking at another 'point' in the room. This particularly freaked her out when dad was away for long periods.
When I was about 3/4 I used to talk of the lady who read me stories after bedtime. I still have memories of her, she would come in and had a brown Mack that she would take off and fold on the bottom of the bed before she sat down. I was never awake to see her leave but used to ask 'is the lady coming to read stories tonight?'.
My parents had no idea what I was talking about.
Also for years I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and sometimes could hear someone with a very swishy skirt (or coat) walking by my bed.
Years after I left home my dad moved into my old room for a while and he said that he heard it to (the walking around the bed) and mum has said that for years she heard steps on the stairs.
Nothing frightening at all, just part of the house.
My dad recently passed away in the room I used to see the lady for stories in, mum and I joked that one day there may be a small in there who will be regaled with The magic wishing chair' and The Far Away Tree from an old man.
I have been alone in my parents house since dad's death and to me he is not there, but when I went to bed I still heard the bloody footsteps.

Can't wait for 11pm 🕸️

What's at 11pm.

I don’t know why I read these at night!

zeezeek I know that Telegraph Hill bit and I've not driven down there for years now. Bloody scary. I think there have been murders up there although that could be hearsay

I haven't heard that On my way!, it frankly wouldn't be surprised because there is something very wrong about that part of the road.

To the pp,who mentioned the Underground Hospital in Guernsey- yes, definitely creepier than the Jersey one. Gave my eldest nightmares (and me!)