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

Laurie Yes is was!

The lady turned to us but looked like she wasn't talking to us.

Maybe she could of been a nurse at a different hospice as she did seem old enough. But surely she wouldn't of been able to remember him, or remember my mum as people look a lot different between teens and 40s? Surely if it was just a small world syndrome she would of said more than 'I knew Freddy'. That's literally all she said and turned away.

Madeleine I’m sure that place has been on tv, a ch4 programme if I recall correctly, in the last 5 years or so. Seemed very odd and not in a fun way!

My boarding school, which was an old stately home in Sussex. It was a huge house and all the staff would disappear at night and just leave us to it. I was nine and very anxious anyway, I used to lie awake in absolute terror night after night in huge rooms with huge windows and boarded up fire places with the wind whistling down them and dark shadowy trees groaning and creaking in the wind outside. Awful just awful.

Madeline it wasn't Camelot Castle Hotel was it? I was looking into booking that for me and my OH as I absolutely love the Arthurian legend and want to explore some of the places from it. I think you may have just changed my mind...

It's a shop in York (or at least when I went it was there); it's called Haunted. You could do the tour of the house, it's the creepiest thing ever. I could see dark figures in some of the rooms- especially in the thermal imaging room, however the person I was with couldn't see these figures.

WHY am I reading this now! Alone in bed!

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Borley rectory In Sussex, the most haunted place in England.

We were teenagers and thought ghost hunting would be a good idea.

We were in the car parked in front of a cottage, we heard the sound of horse hooves on gravel, there was a crash and glass flew out of the windows of the cottage. No one was in the cottage and the doors were boarded up.

All of the nearby houses where boarded up and everyone had left.

Priest's house in Southern Ireland. Old bf came from the small village and we were invited back to priest's house for a quick catch up chat after the pubs had closed, so late. We sat in his huge house on the hill while he sat in a high backed chair drinking what he said was water but very much seemed like vodka from the way he was acting. Very conscious that we were in this big dark, house (nowhere was really lit except a little bit of the room we were in) in the middle of nowhere with someone who was a bit odd.
One of the smallest Scilly Isles, can't remember which one. Arrived with a tent and bags to find a whole group of people who apparently camped there long-term who all turned and silently stared when we arrived. They had two calves tied up next to the site. We got straight back on the boat out of there. I had unfortunately just seen the Wicker Man the week before the holiday though.

We have 120 acres of woodland surrounding our home. We are completely alone here.

DH always told me at night not to shine the torch around because you won’t like what you see.

One night walking back to the house I heard footsteps behind me. I stupidly turned the torch on, which ruined my night vision. But what scared me was seeing several pears of eyes reflecting back at me.

Next day we retraced my steps and found both wolf and bear tracks. DH summarization....”you were being hunted”

Where do you live, Kursk?!

Sinistrophobia - same happened with me in the vaults. It was awful and I couldn't sleep all night or shake off the feeling of total doom for the whole weekend I was there. It was an awful, claustrophobic, oppressive feeling mixed with terror. I love Edinburgh, it's a beautiful place but I've not been back since and this was 18 yrs ago. Also the same feeling where the plaque is where the witches were killed. I should say I've also lived in two very haunted houses , and am not easily spooked! I've seen hundreds of ghosts but Edinburgh left me quite traumatised!
I had that exact same feeling a few years before this, visiting the prison in Tasmania . Awful things had happened there to the convicts (eg life imprisonment and terrible cruelty for, eg, stealing a loaf of bread) but a few years before there had also been the awful massacre of staff and tourists by a gunman. I have to say , nothing would make me ever want to visit there or the vaults again... I shudder just thinking of it (and I"m the kind of person who seeks out spooky places, uses ouija occasionally but those two places were beyond creepy)

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We live in Northern Maine USA we moved here from Somerset 4 years ago

The cemetery island in Venice. Standing in the dark and freezing fog waiting for the boat to collect us. (Just ex partner and I) A very sinister looking man dressed in black was standing on the same platform. The atmosphere was so weirdly wrong. The boat came, we got on, looked back but the man wasn't there! The gates were locked and I have no idea where he could have gone 😐

Bodmin Jail when I was on holiday in Cornwall. It was a really awful day, weather wise, so we thought a museum type thing might be quite interesting and sheltering! Once we got in there, I'd have rather stood in the rain on the beach. They had waxwork dummies that looked like they'd been in a fire, the whole place was just.. dark - and I'm not just talking about the lighting situation. I especially hated the basement... I think the only time I've ever felt that petrified was in a nightmare when I was a child. I swear to god something followed me for a couple of weeks after that, weird shit started happening and it was NOT a good feeling. Never again!!!

We stayed in Rockingham Castles gate house when I was younger, my sister and I shared a room and barely slept all week. Horrible feeling of being watched and we both felt scared to look at the fireplace... we still talk about it now and it's just as creepy!!

Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris and the church in Cromarty, just had to run out of the church. My daughter had pains in her head walking over Culloden Moor. Very strange.

I've never found Chartres cathedral spooky.

Once I viewed a house to buy that was really creepy. It was a very old Cotswold stone house with a huge attic full of beams. The moment I walked in it felt oppressive, like a weight was pushing down on you. My mum and DH were with me and we all felt it. I can still feel the foreboding feeling when I think about it.

On the other hand I often go running by the beach. There's one particular clump of scrubland that forms a tunnel over the path. I've always felt really peaceful there and sometimes stop to look at birds an rabbits. Turns out all that time the body of a murder victim was just metres away in the bushes and had been for over a decade.

They do a tour of the old Oxford prison, and you can go to the underground part of it which I believe was the oldest area, felt very unnerving

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The Ancient Ram Inn in Wotton-under-Edge, Gloucestershire. Went there as part of a ghost hunt. Lots of activity and the owner was still in recidence, but he had dementia and mid way through the night he started to shout at us to get out!
He forgot who we were.

The crypt of Notre Dame. You really do feel the full weight of history behind you there

Was also coming on to say Oradour-sur-Glanes in France, like Cointreau. Really sad, horrible story and it was oddly quiet there when I went. Felt like even the birds knew not to sing.

Also the 'drowned village' of Dunwich in Suffolk. Was a huge port in the 13th century but a storm dragged much of it under the sea. There's a local legend that in the right tides you can hear the bell of the old church tolling under the sea.

@chipscheeseandcurrysauces. That house in York is now a Chinesse dry cleaners. No kidding!