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

Agreed CassandraCross except when it's your own family. I find the First World War battlefields haunting too.

Yes Andrew, sorry, I hope I didn't offend you, badly worded on my part.

Cantfindausername2, yep that's the place

Not offended at all CassandraCross.

One place I would like to visit is the Paris catacombs. If anyone has been, what were your thoughts on it?

It felt fine to me. It’s also lovely and cool in the Paris summer heat.

There was a specific point on a footpath near to where I lived in my teens where I always felt like I was being watched. I mentioned it to my sister once and she’d had thd same feeling. I was in the area with DH last year, so we walked that stretch as part of a longer walk and it felt completely fine. It had changed in the intervening years, though - an open gateway had been fenced over and the hedgerow and surrounding trees had filled in a lot of the gap.

Visited Per Lachaise cemetery in Paris. Final home to Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde. Place is creepy as feck even on a hot summer day. Overgrown mausoleums. Cracked stone coffins etc.

Not a sound in there.

Walking along trying not to stare too long at the creepy edifices when one really gripped me and I couldn't take my eyes of it. I couldn't see into the gloom apart from the foot end of about 6 stone coffins all with holes and big cracks in the lids but I sensed movement in there. Suddenly a thing shot out of the one of the holes and towards me.

Fucking big black cat. I fair nearly shat myself.

It's funny, I live next door to Père Lachaise and don't find it spooky at all. It's very peaceful it's true, but I've always thought it must be rather a nice place to be laid to rest among the trees with all the tourists wandering around - you'd never feel forgotten or neglected. I sometimes get off the bus a couple of stops early so I can walk home through the cemetery - I see something new every time. The catacombs are entirely different kettle of fish - you are actually underground among the bones! I advise anyone thinking of visiting to book tickets in advance as the queues are huge.

Sukie, I had the exact same sea sickness/floor moving sensation at Chingle Hall. It was very odd and I remember being so off balance and almost falling over. We visited a few times in the 90s when I was a teenager, and it was always so so interesting. It's a shame it's not open for tours anymore!

OMG I remember the camping pod one! Tristan and molly

Totally had me

Years ago, when ds1was a baby. Had the family over. All sitting in lounge, ds asleep in cot directly above lounge. All of a sudden there was a few knocks/banging from his room. Even elderly dg heard it and he was nearly deaf. Dh and I assumed he'd learnt to pull himself up (he was at that age) and was bumping somehow in the cot. Went upstairs, ds still tucked up and fast asleep! Puzzled, went back down. Half an hour later, same thing. Ds still fast asleep! (he was a good sleeper though) Never happened again but after that there was always a warm spot in ds room that smelt flowery and sweet. This disappeared after about a year and we never did find out what it all was.

Grew up in a large village in Yorkshire. There was a church and nearby with fencing around it, was a big old rundown house which used to be the vicar's, now empty. My friend and I decided we would explore and squeezed through the fence. The front door was hanging off and we went inside. There were 2 staircases, the main one and the other was at the end of the house, a very narrow staircase leading from the kitchen up to a tiny bedroom, which we assumed was the servant's/maid's room. So, we had a nosy round and we were back to standing in the main entrance when we heard footsteps coming down the narrow staircase. We just froze and listened! The footsteps got as far as the kitchen and then stopped! We just looked at each other, then legged it out the front door, too scared even to scream! Told our parents and got into trouble because the place was probably dangerous. Gave me goosebumps just now, thinking about it again.

Nakedavenger74 I laughed out loud. Sorry.

That's interesting Laiste because I'm spooked by the M50! Awful road, always quiet, feels sad and neglected. There's nothing on it, nothing to look at, no services. It feels abandoned. Always glad when I get off it.

Not sure if anyone’s beaten me to it, but a woman was murdered on the hard shoulder of the M50. I hate it.

www.bbc.co.uk/herefordandworcester/content/articles/2008/05/14/m50_marie_wilks_timeline_feature.shtml

Marie Wilks 11 year old sister and 13 mo old son, who’d been in the car with her, were found wandering on the hard shoulder by police.

Lincoln Castle, as you walk round there is Audi description. Climbing the stairs of a tower and standing on the top, the same walk people took before executed at the top. Was really creepy. Apparently locals gathered outside the castle to watch too, I dunno it just really made me consider the emotions of a person's last moments climbing those stairs.

badbadhusky That was me that posted about the M50.

I remember that horrific case of poor Marie Wilks on the news when I was first year at uni, sometime in 87-88. I never knew till today that it was the blooming M50. It was just an English motorway to me then - name meant nothing as I was a young, non -driver in Scotland, so I didn't remember its name.

I hate it even more now

Not lng after DH ad I met we went out for the day walking in the Cheviots. In the late afternoon he said he wanted to go to Flodden Field (he is a historian). We got back to the car and drove the 10 or so miles to Flodden. It was about 6 when we got there and we walked across the fields to the monument. There was no one else there.
Nothing happened but it just felt very remote and sad. The countryside is a beautiful Northumbrian landscape. It was early summer and really pretty. As we were walking back it was dusk and very quiet. There was just a feel. I kept thinkng about the thousands that died there in the battle. You get tattered Scottish and English flags that people take on the anniversary, stuck in ditches and hedges, fluttering n the breeze- which contributed to the atmosphere.

We visited Wharram Percy a couple of years back. It’s a deserted medieval village on the edge of the Yorkshire wolds and it’s about a mile walk from the car park.

As soon as I got out of the car I wanted to get back in, anyway, I urged myself to get to the actual place before freaking out.

Got there and it was still all kinds of nope, there was a deserted church and a brick building (don’t even know what that was) and the outlines of original houses.

I don’t know why I reacted the way I did but I will never go back there!

My famil are originally from wharram percy, I've always wanted to go!

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