Have you ever felt evil or that something was deeply wrong?

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Inspired by an experience I had recently that has really rattled me. It's very outing as I've talked to everyone in my real life about it, it bothered me so much so I'll keep it brief.
I met some people I hadn't met before to buy an item from FB marketplace. Its a fairly rare item, and an expensive one so I went off to see if it was the right thing. The house was beautiful, it was a very large manor house that has been turned into huge expensive period flats,the grounds were amazing and the people were nice but a few odd things happened that were boundary testing and also some oddly timed things happened. While I was there I felt OK, it was a beautiful place, very quiet and entrancing but as I drove away I had this overwhelming sense of relief that I was leaving, and I was scanning my brain for any information I'd told them about myself in case they could find me. I am not a scared person or one prone to flights of fancy , this has never happened to me before. I had a physical reaction to the street they live on when I drove past some days later. My brain said "I'm never going up there again" and I keep having that feeling of having been in a bubble, it bursting and me being glad to be away from it. A weird story I know. Anyone had similar? I just know there was something deeply wrong there. I even asked my lovely neighbour to send a prayer up for me to protect me , and I would consider myself a non believer!

Gotta be 'that person' and say I just don't believe all the premonition stuff. Occasionally, you'll have an uncanny coincidence, but for the most part we're selective in terms of memory and just don't remember the many instances where we misjudge stuff. Of course, with things like terrorist attacks there are always going to be loads of people who were meant to be on that train but stayed late to help a colleague etc.

Mostly, I think these 'feelings of evil' are more internal than actually having any basis in external reality.

Not that this makes a difference but in a previous job we had someone come to work for us who was a friend of one of the accountants there. He was a paralegal and we'd been told he'd been convicted and charged with assault on someone and apparently either got a suspended sentence, anyway he didn't get off.

He started at our offices and was charm personified until one day, not long after he'd been there, when we were in the office alone (lunchtime) he wanted me to do something which he wasn't allowed to do. He literally put his hand over mine to make me do what he wanted and was quite aggressive. He was much bigger/taller than me and no one else was around. I tried to complain about this but was fobbed off. I felt that regardless of what he did to me (the owner of the company was a sexist, nasty piece of work too) that he'd be kept on regardless. He's a nasty piece of work and was one of the reasons I left that company.

@Johnnysgirl . Yes, I always thought the same. The Georgian part of the house was supposed to be haunted, but it felt absolutely fine.The modern bit felt really menacing. I was sure something horrible would have happened to me if I had gone in there alone.

Do you remember the little or big signs that made you have that knowing?

Its off the topic but it's interesting when the mask slips isn't it?
I work with a guy who has had a kind of 'bumbling idiot' reputation. I have never liked him as I felt it was an act (not woo like my other experience, just a totally normal dislike) Anyway, I saw his mask slip once at a social event when the blackest most aggressive look went across his face to his poor wife. He gathered himself really quick, only me and another colleague saw. It took another 4 years for it to slip again, when he squared up physically to a female colleague

Do you work for Boris?

How terrifying! I’m so glad you were not on your own there trying to get home late at night.

I went for walks as a teenager through the woods many times (not very safe but I thought I was invincible and my parents always told me not to so of course I wanted to do it)
You walked a loop from the car park and at one point the path forked and went 2 ways. One way took you on a longer route than the other.
I always took the left path as it was lighter as the other path had more trees around it.
One day I got to the fork and couldn't bring myself to walk down my usual path - had a bad feeling about it. So I went the other way.
A young woman was raped in those woods a few days later and I've never been back since.

@Fernticket I just had a look at the story of poor little Christine and the other girls. I do remember looking it up but this is years ago. That picture on the wikipaedia page shows a light coloured path, you can’t see the tree trunk colours but it looks so familiar it made me feel really stressed just looking as took me back to that time. Those poor little girls, the killer only died in 2014.

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Did they offer you an elaborate pendant with a weird smelling herb for "luck" inside? Is so, don't wear it, especially if you are pregnant 😉.

@GETTINGLIKEMYMOTHER oh I hope I don't start anything. It's just an experience I've had that I can't but would love to explain. Ive never mentioned it for the very reason that if I had heard it from someone else I'd have probably rolled my eyes. Its maybe tied up in some other trauma and I'm projecting, who knows, but to stay true to the ops thread it is my experience of feeling that dark/evil and being a bit confused and relieved to have distance from it.

That's an interesting story! I've never believed I've lived another worldly kind of life at a different time although I do feel we are guided at times to protect ourselves.

Went into a antique shop in Tetbury all good until we got to the top floor. Felt so uneasy it had an odd atmosphere and I felt physically ill . Had to get out. Went back there a good few years later and felt exactly the same .

Years ago my parents were moving our family house and had secured a viewing of a house on a beautiful popular road. It was sure to go super soon and the only time the EA could show us around was when my dad was at work. So my mum took me (7) and my two sisters (10 and 13) instead.
As soon as we got in, I remember we all fell silent. It was the eeriest place ever, it had a musty smell throughout the whole house and I remember just obediently following the EA around the rooms. I remember the main bedroom so vividly - it still had the previous occupants pink nightie hanging on the wardrobe, a silver hairbrush placed on the dressing table, still having tangled white hair in the bristles and brown slippers neatly lined up near the bed. This was the only room that smelt like bleach. So strong it felt like it was burning my nose hairs.

No one had spoken, even the EA, since we had entered the property. It was like we were in a trance. I don’t know why but Mum just turned and lead us all out to the front garden without seeing the rest of the rooms and I remembering feeling teary, so happy, so grateful I was out of that place. I still remember my mum was breathing heavy and my middle sister was pale as anything, and my eldest sister felt so lightheaded she fainted. Even though it looked ghostly, it wasn’t a ghost kind of fear. It wasn’t a feeling of being scared as kids in terms of oh it’s haunted, someone is watching us and doesn’t want us here…. it just felt immediately upon walking into the house that it was dangerous; like it knew evil and that it wasn’t safe for me and my family. I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to anything ever since.

My parents ended up moving on a road not far from the house, and whenever I find myself near the house I still cross the road so as to avoid not passing in front of it. At aged 7 I would have put my feelings down to an active imagination, too many sweets or too many scary stories but the fact that decades on my mother and my sisters can corroborate how evil that place felt that day I know it isn’t just in my head.

In my teens I used to walk a lot alone through the fields surrounding my old village. Usually this was absolutely fine, but one day as I crossed the road to enter the fields a man in a white van saw me crossing and just the way he watched me as I walked into the fields was unnerving. He drove off but I couldn’t shake the feeling so I turned around about 3 minutes into the walk and he’d driven back and parked. I walked past him at a distance and knew he would’ve followed me if I’d just kept going.

Another instance occurred on a bus train replacement service in London. I was travelling home alone and this man - fifties (I was 23), overweight, foreign accent- sat nearby and said he liked my shoes and asked how much they were. I replied politely but not invitingly. No smile or eye contact but he moved closer to me anyway and kept talking. I really didn’t like him, he gave me the absolute creeps and I was on the verge of tears with him just near me. I felt really sick. He wouldn’t leave me alone the whole journey and he just kept getting closer. At one point he touched my leg and I looked around the bus for help. He got off where I got off despite this not seeming to be his stop. He kept insisting his wife was coming to pick him up and she could give me a lift. I obviously refused and walked away into a more populated area without knowing where I was going. Another female passenger approached and asked if I was okay and said he was disgusting. Was very thankful for her standing by me until he was out of eyesight.

My boyfriend or my parents couldn’t understand why it was so bad and just shrugged it off, after all men approached quite often back then and I couldn’t really explain why I was so upset by him.

So.... he got angry enough to give somebody a nasty look twice in a four year period? Sounds like a saint compared to a lot of people.

Errrr...no, did you miss the bit where I said he physically threatened a female member of staff? He was sacked for it. My point was, I and another colleague had seem his rage slip out some years earlier when everyone thought he was nice

They're sex people .....

@BlankTimes

Apologies, I should have said Robert Brown. Why do so many of these types have very ordinary, forgettable and easily confused names too?

Robert Black was a serial killer and a paedophile

I went to school with a Robert White- should I be concerned ?!

@Adversity I can remember it happening (Christine would have been about the same age as me). One minute all was calm and the next, her name was on everyone's lips and Danger Stranger was everywhere. Our childhoods changed forever after her death, poor girl😥

I once viewed a property that I loved, part of an old mansion. It was stunning and fronted onto the beach. As we went up to the 3rd floor I could hardly do it as I felt so overwhelmed with wrongness vibes. No idea what that was but I wanted to run away. Told myself I was being stupid and we put in an offer. I was so glad it fell through as this weird staircase started to play on my mind. So odd.

I was on my way home after work. It was circa 9pm and dark.

On getting off the bus I noticed a guy got off too. My instincts said he was dangerous.

I quickly realised he was waking in the same direction as me. On turning into my street (short walk from bus stop) I looked back in the direction I had come from and saw the same guy still walking towards me. Despite me being a very fast walker, he was closing the distance between us. Something felt really off, I knew he meant me harm but I thought I might be able to get to my friends house in time and raise merry hell.

On turning around again a few seconds later, was within 10 -20 meters of me and he was looking straight at me. I crossed the road, he did too - he was walking towards me fast at this point and it dawned on me I wasn't going to make it. We had both stopped at this point and were staring eachother down on this residential street.

I've no idea how I did it but fortunately I hadn't gone too far into my street, I darted back across the road with speed I didn't even know I had and ran back towards the main road - he began to run after me. Luckily the main road is always busy so I rightly or wrongly ran and stood in the middle of the road with cars going either side of me. Fortunately I already had my phone in my hand and called my parents who literally live one street along. At that point the guy walked off and fortunately my dad was there in literally minutes. I have absolutely no doubt that if id carried on he would have harmed me.

We take in a lot more information than we can consciously process - so it is really possible you saw/heard/smelled or felt things which were off in some way but which were very subtle. If it is not something that happens to you regularly (in which case you may be paranoid) then you should absolutely pay attention.

@Marmite17 Batophobia is quite a common phobia (fear/extreme discomfort re large structures such as wind turbines, brutalist large scale industrial buildings dominating the horizon etc). I’ve treated someone who had to make a detour each day to get to work, in order to avoid a large structure they couldn’t bear to drive past, especially when they had passed it and couldn’t keep an eye on it properly in their rear view mirror. It really caused them problems in an otherwise relatively anxiety free life.

@thequeenoftheandals do you suspect bleach was to get rid of the smell of blood? It's often used for that.