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've mentioned this before, but the chapel at Wynyard Hall. It looks beautiful but it has no soul and just gives me the hebe jebees. Was so glad to get out of it.

Toul Sleng prison in Phnom Penh (Cambodian capital). 17,000 passed through it during the Khmer Rouge perpetrated genocide in the late 70s and less than 10 people are known to have survived it. Prisoners were executed on site or transported out to the killing Fields outside capital and executed there.

The prison has blood stains left on the walls and pictures of the bodies found in some of the cells amongst other things.

I didn't find it that creepy, just very grim and sad. Probably due to the bright sunlight and loads of other tour groups there at the same time. No birds singing in the trees there though and I bet once the tour parties have left for the day and the sun goes down, the atmosphere becomes a lot more creepy.

Climbing the medieval fortress in Salzburg. It is quite a hike up but on my second visit up there I was seized suddenly with sharp headaches, shortness of breath, and a tightening, clutching in my chest. I was 20, fully fit, energetic, never before or after had such symptoms, not on hikes or mountain trails or alpine wanderings or anything. And I felt as if there were still old souls stuck there, and they would have liked to switch places with me and was terrified the whole time. I'm not terribly superstitious but I felt something. Haven't been back there since. And won't go again.

The crypt in Berlin cathedral. A lot of children buried there. Very sad and a horrible creepy atmosphere.

The church in Drogheda where the skull of St. Oliver is enshrined. Is it St. Peter's? A family friend took us to visit it when I was about 10 and the sight of a charred human skull scared the living crap out of me. I felt physically sick for hours afterwards and was upset long after we got home and topped the day off with nightmares. My family still take the mickey out of me for it.
Another spot not too far from Drogheda is Newgrange also scared me as a kid and I have only ever been inside it once though I have visited a few times, nothing will get me inside it ever again. Lets face it, its a tomb, not meant for the living.
By accident i ended up in Mitre Square (site of a Ripper Murder) one rainy, dark Friday evening in 1990. I had got lost on my way to Liverpool Street, wandered down a street, looked up and saw where I was. It still isn't the most welcoming of places. Very badly lit, overlooked by buildings with unlit windows....ewwwww

And there is an old church in London, somewhere near Strand, by the river (not Temple) but a Georgian-ish church, with a black and white chequered floor. I like sitting in Churches, gives me peace and thinking time. But in this Church, where I was certain I was alone, I sensed that I wasn't. I ran out of there. Never do things like that and that is the only time I have run out of a Church.

HonkyWonkWoman Fri 12-Jan-18 13:12:52

Doctroo whoa! That must be the best! Seriously, got shivers down my spine! What did the Latin mean that he whispered in your ear?

Roughly translates as Who are you? Friend or Foe?

Visited the Culloden battlefield last year which was sad and spooky. There was a well of the dead there which fascinated me.
Also managed to visit Newsham Park Hospital in Liverpool when there was a rare open day, paid £1 each for entry.
That scared me silly!!!!

And a Diner in Maine, New England. No thanks to lonely planet we were led to a charming little eatery. But i was Sitting in discomfort and eager to get out of there once I saw the waitress/cook - with her plasticcy red permed hair, brown teeth and long spooky nails, and weird eyes she was 100% out of the Roald Dahl spooky story where a landlady poisons her guests with cyanide (almond smelling tea) and later remarked on what soft, unblemished skin they had. That lady freaked me out, something in my instincts warned me, and we left as soon as possible. Unfortunately we had already ordered before I had seen her, and everywhere else was closed. It was ok though. Weird scary place.

Also a decrepit Post/Inn in Switzerland, halfway up the Alps. Seemed a den for robbers and murderers, had to stop there in an emergency. The place hadn't been renovated since 1880 and the owner was spooky and grumpy. Stood my hairs on end.

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Thanks for the translation! I have a scarey tale but nothing on a par with this one.

Great thread!

For me it has to be Pluckley in Kent. It is known as "the most haunted village in Kent", but it was actually a field just outside it that got to my brother and I. We'd walked down a dead end road, turned into the field and were following a footpath across it towards a line of trees, and the further into the field we got, the more oppressive the atmosphere got and the slower we walked. I suppose we were about two thirds of the way to the trees when I said, "Shall we turn back?" And DB, who's usually fascinated by this sort of thing, couldn't have agreed faster. We almost ran back to the road.

2 places near me. One is literally just a bend in a very pedestrian country road. Don't know why but it scares me and I avoid taking that route whenever I can.

2nd one is a tiny village/hamlet. You can rent the church as a venue and I've been to a few evening meetings there. It's totally pitch black, no street lights for miles so everyone has to bring torches to pick their way through the graveyard. First time I went I was alone but felt like I was pushing through a crowd of people to get to the door.

I've looked at it on Google maps just now and there's a pub marked opposite the church that wasn't there last I looked at the map. Except the pub closed in 1877 and no longer exists!

Samlesbury Hall near Preston. We'd been to a party & were driving home, went past this striking black & white timbered building & stopped to have a look. There was a craft fair going on upstairs, so it was quite noisy & busy, but I went to walk into one of the upstairs rooms off the main hall and stopped dead. The most awful feeling of dread & terror, I refused to go in. My DH went in & came out looking a bit spooked with the laminated card detailing the history of the room. There had been a monk murdered in there and an indelible bloodstain on one of the floorboards.

The house I grew up in (a 16th century farmhouse) was haunted, the whole family saw our ghost on occasion over the years. He wasn't frightening though, just.....there. The new owners have told my Mum they've seen him too.

Me too with Bodmin Gaol. DH flicked a switch on one of the landings and we were plunged into darkness! DD and I screamed, nearly peeing ourselves. Not funny at all, dh. I didn't like the drop in the floor outside in the yard, where they used to hang people. Horrible feeling. Cafe was good though, did a lovely cream tea

Warwick Castle, albeit I was doing one of those organised ghost hunt things in the early hours of the morning! 😩🌑👻🏰

The school that dm taught at. Especially the abandoned top floor.

but I've been to Edgehill when the Sealed Knot were doing a re-enactment there and I found it a really comforting atmosphere. I was only about 7 or 8 though.

The ruins of the old TB sanitorium at Grassington up in the Yorkshire Dales

I came on to say Colloden Battlefield. It was a lovely sunny day but as soon as we stepped outside I couldnt stop shivering. I got the overwhelming feeling that I was intruding and wasn’t wanted there.

I’ve been to Waterloo and the WW1 battlefields but have never experienced anything like the chill that place gave me.

Bank Gallery Kenilworth in Warwickshire. Used to work there and in the daytime it was fine but once (and never again) I was there late, round about midnight unloading stock and I suddenly became aware of someone angry and very unpleasant very near by. And they didn't want me there. I ran, leaving lights on doors unlocked I really didn't care as long as I was out of there.

Another one, this time a B&B in Oxford in 2000.

It was quite a spooky B&B, all gloomy wallpaper and dark green paint on the skirting boards, banisters, doors etc. Run by a little old woman who was pleasant enough, albeit in a slightly sinister way, IYSWIM. Blue rinse hair, thick spectacles, and a moth-eaten old cardie.

My room was on the ground floor near the front door of the B&B and had a knackered old single bed and rather bizarre tea-making facilities (milk in an old pickled onions jar, teabags that looked yellow and ancient, and brown powder - coffee, presumably - in another old pickled onions jar).

The bathroom was icky - clean, but tiled in dark green, with a brown bath, sink and lavvy. And in a (cracked) mug on the sink, a dozen old toothbrushes with brown and curly bristles! WHY? Why would she think anyone would use them?

I was a little creeped out but thought whatever, it's a place to crash, as long as I drink enough strong lager I should be able to crash later on, no worries. So I went out (to see Robyn Hitchcock), drank loads of strong lager, returned to the B&B and duly passed out.

I was awoken in the small hours by a series of extremely disturbing noises. First, a long-drawn out, eerie, creaking whining noise, like a crypt door opening or an undead being groaning. Then a gentle tinkling, like chains clanking.

I sat up in bed, absolutely petrified. The sounds - one after the other - first the creaking whining, then the tinkling, were getting louder and louder, and the thing - whatever it was - was getting nearer and nearer - it seemed to be approaching the window of my room which gave out onto the street -

Creak - creak - clank - clank -

I sucked in my breath to scream -

Then - IT loomed into view.

A milk float.

A milk float with a milkman doing his early deliveries (it was 5am). The groaning whining was the sound of the engine of his milk float and the tinkling clanking was him loading and unloading milk bottles.

I let out a gigantic gasp of relief and collapsed back into bed. Seriously I'd never been more scared in my life. A milk float!!!

The Killing Fields in Cambodia,outside of Phnom Penh.Open mass graves,bones,clothes,teeth...

Honky scary story please?

Doctroo!!!!!
That's amazing.
I'd be dining out on that forever.

The German Underground Hospital in Guernsey was pretty creepy. Also a massive disused nuclear bunker in France. I'm not really claustrophobic but the feeling of walking along endless concrete corridors underground, with long-disused objects like metal bedsteads and flickering fluorescent lights and the smell of damp and rust...in both cases I was very very glad to get back up into the daylight after what seemed like hours.

A couple of pp have mentioned it, not because it's creepy but Oradour-sur-Glane because of the overwhelming sense of sadness. I mean sense of time standing still from the exact time the villagers were murdered by Nazis is really striking. You can't even here birdsong and just will the tram from Limoges to return full of people. I exited the church where the women and children were shot like cattle and just quietly sat and sobbed. The evil and horror of that wanton destruction of all those innocent lives seeps out of every bullet hole. It seems even worse that a short stroll away life in new Oradour continues to bustle. It's all so incongruous.