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

To the poster who mentioned Blackberry Hill Hospital in Bristol I had very intensive outpatient therapy there at the Cedar House building some years ago. I never found the actual hospital b uildings at all creepy in spite of my state of mind but I did find the area next door by the Glenside Chapel quite unsettling. Not creepy as such more sad.

I grew up in Bristol and also knew someone as a child (family friend) with learning disabilities who was a patient at Hortham Hospital Colony in the 80s before it closed down. Now that place did give me the creeps a little. I did not like going there. I would wait in the car while my mum went to fetch her friend and take him out for outings. She used to saay she found it terribly oppressive. Our friend was non verbal but when he lived there before it closed and they rehomed him sometimes he would seem very nervous. I have since read that inmates in there over the years (friend was old, in his 70s and had been there since childhood) had been treated quite badly, as sadly was the norm in those places and i often wonder if something had happened to him. he was so much happier when they removed him to supported housing.

A motel in gettysberg....

I used to work in a haunted pub and was once unlocking the cellar door as I was opening up the place and half saw out of the corner of my eye someone coming up on my right, they brushed past me and went down the corridor. I thought it was my colleague turning up to help me set up so I yelled 'hey x!' But got no reply. because she wasn't in yet. No one else was in. That one particular ghost could feel nice or nasty depending on her mood it seemed. The room she was most often seen in was gutted during renovation and a child's skeleton was found by the fireplace.

Regarding the SS Great Britain I remember being taken there as a child. I do not remember feeling woo exactly but I remember feeling very anxious there. I tended to be a child who got sudden spells like this so no idea if it was connected to the ship at all, but I remember crying and wanting to get off it. Normally I liked boats and being around water and used to find trips up to Bristol town area (we lived on the outskirts) exciting, so in hindsight this does seem a bit odd.

A motel in gettysberg...almost on one of the battle sites. Some guests saw men on horses. Didnt see anything but alot of atmosphere. We left very early and didnt sleep well. In fact looking back to our trip to usa there were alot of spooky places...

This last post I wrote has made me remember something else about Bristol. Blaise Park and castle... always felt very heavy and oppressed there, regardless of weather or time of year. There was only one part of it i enjoyed and that was the little area near the children's playground and cafe (near the main road). i loved the little railway thing and the ice creams i had there. The rest of that place, though. Ugggh....

Bristol Zoo. Not woo but very sad and depressing. evenas a young child i remember feeling so oppressed by the way the animals had such small and sparse enclosures. The polar bear anclosure made me particularly sad and the big cats. As soon as i ws old enough to opt out, i stopped visiting. As an adult i went to Chester Zoo nd teh contrast is amazing there.....big airy enclosures, animals seemed much happier. Still not as nice as somewhere like Longleat but the atmosphere was much nicer atmosphere. Happy animals. Ditto with Noah's Ark Farm and Zoo which is in North Somerset

Chillingham castle in Northumberland - Just an awful seedy vibe, can't explain it - cold damp atmosphere with random bits of antique furniture, old toys and medieval armoury piled up everywhere.
I was really looking forward to visiting - reviews said it was quirky and very different from your equivalent national trust properties. In the end I couldn't wait to leave - particularly recall an awful very amateurish torture chamber set up in the dungeons - a bit too realistic. Funnily enough although we weren't due to vacate our holiday cottage until the following morning we actually drove home
that evening.

When I was younger my parents moved to a new house, a dormer bungalow. My mum, dad and sister had bedrooms downstairs at the front of the house and mine was in the dormer upstairs above the garage overlooking the back of the house.

My room was always freezing no matter how hot the rest of the house was but I just assumed it was because it was over the garage. It never felt quite right in my room, I felt like I was being watched all the time and hated being in there. After a few months the feeling seemed to get worse and I would actually be scared to be in there.

One night I woke up to the feeling of someone/thing lightly touching the hair on the top of my head backwards and forwards. I absolutely shit myself and got a taxi over to my boyfriends in the middle of the night.

After then I refused to sleep in there and spent most nights on the settee downstairs one night I even slept on the floor in the hall outside my parents room I was that scared.

The worst thing that happened was one morning I went up to my room to get ready I put the tv on and it started going funny, thick black lines across the whole screen making static sounds. Thought nothing of it and carried on getting ready, turned my back to the tv and when I turned back the tv went black and a mans voice came from nowhere and sounded like it said GET DOWN! I legged it out of there.

God knows what it was and I know I sound like a crazy person but this actually happened. My parents moved out a few months later as the house had damp problems and I was so happy!

We found out just before we moved that the previous owners had lived there with their son who died in a car crash and my room used to be his.

I will have to delay my 11pm post for a couple of days as my phone battery is low and there is no charger where I am.

With the battery I have left, and until it goes, I will give you a summary. But I will leave out the detail until another day when I can write a fuller account.

I can only call this thing 'the beast' I never saw it, only felt it beside me one long night.

I was young, coming up to my 19th birthday, and living in digs in a farmhouse that had long been surrounded by new housing on the edge of a market town. I used to work locally, going to bed early and rising locally. The house was occupied by a young family, running it as a small guest home, with two or three lodgers from time to time. My evening pattern was the same, go to bed early, read my book then go to sleep to get up around half five or six.

One night, in the middle of a long hot summer, I only got as far as reading a few pages of my book. In the corner of the room, where there was only a wardrobe, in the shadows something stirred behind me as I lay horizontally under my covers. It was so malevolent my hairs, skin and flesh down the back of my spine immediately stood up. In just a few seconds I had tried to rationalise, there was nothing there, just a sound, just a silly thought. But no. It was so unmistakenly malevolent that immediately another presence joined me, a good presence, I knew it was smaller. I could feel it was smaller in size, but lighter and it was sudden and it was next to my head. Like the beast, invisible, but there for me. Thoughts were coming to me from this good presence telling me not to turn, not to turn and look, not to acknowledge the malevolent thing. It was telling me it's real, but I can only win through the night if I just don't look.

For six or seven hours this battle of the malevolent beast in the room and the good presence continued. All the while I knew I must not turn to accept its presence, I knew if it did I would lose. When I nearly gave in during the early hours and wanted to turn to look at it, I was shocked how the room was so dark. The street lights simply opaque against the window pane, the light not capable of penetrating the clear glass. A physical impossibility.

The good presence was begging me not to turn all the way round. It's silent will pushing me on, to deny the beast the pleasure of gaining my eye contact, until we pushed on to dawn. When the sun rose the beast subsided. But it was there. It made one final attempt, a physical attempt to breach me. It rushed me and I felt it's force hit me hard in the back, but by then I sensed it's power was dwindling. The sun was rising and as it did, I felt the good presence fly away.

It was not a dream, I didn't get a second of sleep that night. But I won through the night. I did not recognise the beast, did not turn to look at it.

The events later that day were also bizarre, I never felt the beast again, despite going back to my room for another few months.

This is not the whole story though. The rest will have to wait and there is more detail to tell, when I can come back.

At my old family house, I had come home from university and was just sitting with a book reading, with the telly on in the background. I saw our white/mix fluffy cat run past and up onto the top of the sofa by the window as normal. Then I remembered she had died 2 months previously. Not scary but more like a re-run of a well remembered action.
It that same house (and sitting in the same spot) I saw two men carrying something long between them across the kitchen window and into the back cold room behind the kitchen. I just thought it was my dad and a mate, as they often took things into that back room. Only, when I hadn't heard anything for 5 minutes, I went to check and the back door between the kitchen and back room was locked - from the inside - and no-one was in the back room. To be fair the house had belonged to the undertaker and the back room was particularly cold and they used it to store the bodies for presentation so it may have been a replay of that.
The actual undertaker also sometimes made an appearance. Not scary but sad because you knew the cold patch, feeling slightly expectant, at the top of the stairs meant someone in the village, or had been born there, was about to die and the undertaker was ready to do his duty. Never scary and it was almost comforting that he was making sure his people would always be taken care of.

Thanks to this thread I got the fright of my life last night. I thought somethinf was coming for me along the walls. Then realised it was shadows of dhs feet as they were moving

Our eldest ds now 20 has just reminded us of "the lady in the hall" who he used to talk to when he was a toddler. He says he was never frightened of her, but the spooky thing is he suddenly at age 2 knew all the words to bohemian rhapsody. Now my mum had passed almost 3 years before he was born and she absolutely adored queen (she always said before freddie passed she would have loved the opportunity to try to turn him! She wore black for 4 weeks after he died!) I got a photo of her from the dresser and asked him if this was the lady in the hall and he said it might be, but the picture I showed him was of an old lady! So I found one of my mum when she was in her mid 20s and he said yes yes that's my lady. The first picture I showed him was of mum about 2 months before she died so she was in her mid 40s.

This 11pm post is going to turn out to be a book idea isn't it?

Hugged I thought that too, that it sounded more like a creative writing assignment than something that actually happened to someone.

Hygge

@000bourneFarm Have you told that story on MN before? I think I've seen it here in a previous spooky thread.

I just saw this and thought it might be of interest:
www.google.co.uk/amp/s/www.thescottishsun.co.uk/fabulous/2111824/hen-party-scotland-loch-eck-ghost-photo-reddit/amp/

I wonder if 000bourneFarm's next bit is going to be Tristan and Molly's camping pods?

The 11pm story is bugging me, it really reminds me of an old fashioned thriller I read years ago where a man lay in bed too terrified to move as there was a creature in bed with him. Sadly I can't find it on Google. Xx

Gin

I think that could have been one of the old Tales of the Unexpected

treacle agreed especially with all the cryptic teaser posts leading up to the big reveal and then suddenly being unable to tell the whole story at once, frankly I found the whole thing laughable.

Pan I vaguely remember that one, wasn't it deleted? I seem to recall that story promised updates with the history of the main house which weren't forthcoming.

Same with the 'Blood Man' one on here a while ago.

I watached 'Paranormal Witness' at 11pm last night and it was hella scary.

The Coylet Hotel on the shores of Loch Eck is now in a very sad state. The kitchen caught fire a few years ago - nothing suspicious, the staff were in the place at the time - and has since become a bit of a ruin. IIRC it was recently purchased. It is right on the road. Plenty of people used to sit outside with beverages in Summer, but it always unnerved me because people drive far too fast along that road.

That hen party photo looks like a lad just photobombed them, there are several caravan and lodge parks nearby.

FWIW, that area around the Coylet is rural, but not 'the middle of nowhere' and there's quite a bit of traffic about in all seasons but Winter.

@PanPanPanPing I still don't know wtf a camping pod is off to google

My 11pm post is real. Not fiction. Very real to me a long time ago. Until then I was the biggest disbeliever in paranormal stuff. But that night changed everything. The way the malevolence was being projected onto me was terrifying and I sweated buckets constantly that night.

Yes QueenOfTheAndals I have posted it before, but toned it down a bit mainly because when I tell it (usually orally) people also get fearful. Probably because I have nothing to embellish or make up.

The house was exorcised after that. The owner - a very sobre guy who was director of a quoted company - had it done when they acquired it and from time to time after. I did not need to tell him what happened - he looked at my face and just knew.