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!

Created an account just to post my story as it’s still something that still disturbs me today.

25 years ago, trekking around a South American country with a female friend I had met out there. We were both late teens/early 20s. We got to some ruins late in the day, but we were desperate to see them, reasoned we might never get the chance again etc. We got there, got really absorbed exploring them (they were in the middle of the jungle, quite cut off from civilisation). A really tall, good looking American guy appeared, he seemed a bit older, maybe mid thirties. He just appeared from nowhere and was outwardly charm personified, but the moment I saw him I felt absolutely terrified, like a bucket of ice had been tipped over me and I had a horrible gnawing sensation of dread in my stomach. It was something in his eyes - they were so cold and radiated cruelty. There was also a complete incongruous mismatch between the way he acted and his body language/expressions, so he had this easy, wide smile but it would never completely reach his eyes and I got the impression that he was trying very hard to put on an act/seem friendly, like he was moderating his behaviour and it was taking a huge amount of effort. I also felt like I was prey being sized up and considered by a predator, like the way a cat would play with a mouse before killing it.

It was at that point I looked around and realised the sun was setting and most of the tourists and visitors had gone and it was getting quiet, dark and empty. I heard a voice say in my mind “get the hell out of here, do not go with this man”. So started to drag friend away, making our excuses, but trying to stay calm and not panic or piss him off at the same time. The guy was asking loads of increasingly intrusive questions, where were we staying, how were we getting back, if we were part of a group (I lied and said we were, the others were waiting for us back at the hostel). He said he was staying there too and could give us a lift. Friend was keen to go with him, and in the end I half dragged her away from him, yelling that we were getting the bus back and thank you we didn’t need or want a lift. There was no way that I was going to let either of us go with him. I had a clear premonition that if did, that would be it and we would never be seen or heard from again. It felt like some force was physically propelling me away from him.

I ran/dragged friend back to the entrance (she was reluctant to go but could see I was afraid and determined and so went along with it) and we managed to get one of the last buses leaving the site, still with him following us closely and trying to insist that he give us a lift, he was. Only looking out for us, and what was my problem, I was being paranoid and rude etc. We got to the back of the bus, and looked out of the window back towards him and I will never forget the look on his face - it was pure hatred and rage, shot through every feature. It chills me now just thinking about it.

We got back to the hostel and later got chatting to some locals in a bar next door, who warned us to be careful, apparently there had been a spate of disappearances of young women in the area, particularly foreign women travelling alone, some
of whom had been raped and murdered and the police were investigating it. To this day I remain convinced that it was him and we were incredibly lucky to have got away from him. If we hadn’t made that last bus, I don’t think I would be alive today. It’s the only time I have ever felt that kind of fear.

Once in a club a friend bumped into someone she knew and he offered to give us a lift somewhere. I looked up at him and the only way I can describe him was like W black hole of evil. His eyes were like black puddles and his whole aura was like liquid tar, sticky and sickly and repulsive. He seemed incredibly nasty and dangerous and I had zero to base it on. I refused to go and my friends could not understand my reaction. I tried to hide how scared I was but I think he knew. I felt like he was looking into my soul. Bleurgh. Really shook me up for a long time.

Not evil, but twice I saw in advance that someone was going to attack. Once at a club i told my boyfriend to get off the dance floor as a man was going to start a fight. He said, 'What are you talking about? He's just dancing' but followed me off the floor and within moments the man had started punching a complete stranger.

Another time I was walking along the street as a woman quite far away was approaching DH and me. I knew she would attack me as we passed her, Just knew. She got up close and lashed out at me and i just side stepped and carried on walking. DH was impressed I didn't get upset but I saw it coming. No idea how or why now. Don't think I have the same radar any more.Although one of DC's close friends absolutely gives me the creeps, despite not having done anything.

Robert Green in my case: oo-er!

Ooops, sorry - quote fail - as in classmates called Robert 'Colour'

I get feelings that people I know are sick or dying. I’m a nurse so I tend to shut about it at work in case anyone thinks I’m a murderer.
I once got a bad feeling about a friend who I hadn’t seen for a month and got her neighbours to pop round. She had had an injury and was lying unable to move on the bathroom floor. Several other things like this have happened to me including something really traumatic where I didn’t save them. I hate this instinct and it has caused bouts of depression but it has saved lives. Follow your instincts.

Same here. At least when I was younger. I knew it would be the last time I'd see my gran )even though she seemed healthy). And I randomly thought of my great aunt one day and told my mum she should phone her. Turns out she had been taken into a hospice.

I mean...I do think it's perfectly plausible that our bodies sort of "take on" extra information that we don't process the same way we process the usual speech/sounds etc, but also, a lot of these are just literal sexual harassment 😳

I've just bought a piece of furniture from man via FB marketplace. He gave me a really bad feeling. He wasn't rude, but he made some critical remarks about us (DH and I) not having measured the size of the car for the piece of furniture in advance (given that I had told him that we had a large 4 x 4 with the rear seats removed and it fitted in easily, it seemed a strange comment to make) and seemed impatient. He sent me several rather curt messages beforehand, changing the time of collection and then demanding to know when we would be there. Absolutely no attempt to be pleasant. I got the impression that he was on a hair trigger.

I really hope never to see him again. How anyone could bear to have him as a husband or partner I do not know. He came across as clinical and chilling and not at all concerned about how he came across to other people. Please don't make excuses for him about people not turning up when they say they will, it was when I met him in person that I got a bad feeling.

You're seeing offence where none was intended.

Just because its not intended doesn't mean its not there.

I still maintain that being happy someone is dead who has done nothing beyond being weird is absolutely fucked up. The OP asked if anything ever felt deeply wrong, well that post did to me.

In my late teens getting a bus to my friends it was winter so dark and had been raining. There was an extremely well dressed man who stood out due to his very expensive looking clothes in thirties or forties. He looked out of place to everyone else is all that I can explain.

He spotted me and I can only say that when he did I felt like his prey. I didnt look at him directly, didn't want to give him the satisfaction. He made no attempt to talk to me, just kept staring and making me feel uncomfortable. I knew he was enjoying that.

My shackles rose and I stood tall and started jabbing my dads golf umbrella on the floor which I'd borrowed, trying to look confident and bolshy to give I'm on to you vibes.

He got on the same bus and kept staring. It was quite full and he was at the other side. I felt like I was in real danger so decided to get off a stop earlier than the quiet, dark stop I should get off , as would be able to go in a shop or similar which I'd decided to do. There were no mobiles in those days.

I got up to go to the door and so did he, and he got off before me. At the very last minute I decided to stay on. There was a crowd so the bus doors shut before he realised I was still on there and he looked at me furiously, and then went and banged on the front door to ask the driver to let him on again. I looked at the bus driver who must have realised something was up and he said sorry mate next stop is my last stop (it wasn't) I'm taking any more on. I've never been so grateful to someone in my life.

I told him thank you and I thought he was following me and he told me to be careful when I got off the next stop.

He felt completely malicious and dangerous and I felt I was at serious risk of harm.

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It really makes me sad just how many of these posts involve lone women being scared by frightening, intimidating men.

But in most of the stories the men haven’t actually done anything wrong.
It’s scared women saying they had a “feeling” and nothing actually happening to justify that feeling .

Most lions haven't attacked humans but I don't want to sit next to one on the Tube

@SoMuchBloodyWashing omg that's terrifying 😮was your friend relieved by your intuition after?

Not "most of the stories" at all. I mentioned first my former neighbour, wife killer Robert Brown. I also had the same feeling regarding a couple of people who have been later jailed for crimes of violence and fraud, respectively. Other posters have mentioned similar experiences.

Given that relatively few people are jailed for such crimes and that the proportion of people who don't know them all that well should become aware that they had been later convicted and later jailed for a crime, thats actually a fairly significant statistic.

Also given that quite a number of men have been jailed or are abusive behind closed doors, I'd say that the anecdotal experience reporting has a high probability of being accurate, however if you are looking for proof to a criminal standard that they are accurate ie beyond reasonable doubt, then thats the job of the courts and not of a posters on social media.

Its a bit like cheating. You hardly ever get outright evidence of it but often you have to act on suspicions, behavioural changes, circumstantial evidence, gut instinct, little bits of evidence here and there, because unless you have unlimited resources and public powers at your disposal, you are never going to find out beyond reasonable doubt.

Theres also nothing to justify your claim that the women on here are mainly "scared". I wasn't in the least bit "scared" of the final man I described, because I only met him once in a controlled setting and will almost certainly never see him again. What you do demonstrate is a tendency to stereotype and classify reporting of these experiences in order to dismiss them.

Once a man in a van turned last me slowly at a junction then leaned out the window to sort of leering. I screamed, because his face and expression wasn’t a man but a demon-type creature. My boyfriend couldn’t understand what was wrong and said he just saw a normal man.

*past

The only person that’s given me a feeling of unexplainable repulsion from first sight is the Canadian PM. I can only assume it says something about me rather than him as he can’t be a massive evil creep, I’m sure someone would have noticed and stopped him getting to the position he’s in.

I think you got that feeling because your subconscious knew that you were in a fairly vulnerable position.

I'm not judging you or your husband for the girlfriend - you were young, trying out relationships, it can be complicated. But from your sub-consciousess point of view you were alone with someone who was doing something duplicious, you didn't know him that well, your existence was presenting him with a bit of a problem where he would have to make a difficult decision/do something awkward, you had just been talking about that dilemna, you were in a remote area, and as a woman you knew that women are often mistreated by men. Your instinct was wrong in this instant but it wasn't wrong in adding up all the bits.

For the other poster who had this feeling in bed with her future husband - also a good guy - your subconscious was telling you that you are physically smaller and more vulnerable. It may be your future dh said something or did something that sent off your instincts - something that was just throwaway and didn't mean anything - but still made you feel "hey I'm in bed with someone who is way stronger than I am".

I think most women spend their lives subconsciously or consciously adding up the danger in their surroundings. I have often picked up on stuff that dh misses completely - from us walking in a deserted area to little things an acquaintance might say that would make me think "not sure he is a nice guy". I think I am aware that I need to be more careful of my physical safety because I am not a 6.2 physically fit man like DH.

@georgarina yes she was! We also found two other women travelling and spent the rest of the journey with them as a foursome. The whole experience really shed any delusions we had had of being “invincible” at that age!

I get this strange feeling around one of my friends husband's. Not as bad as the gut 'run' instinct but the feeling something's not quite right with him. He is very devoid of any sort of positive emotions, if he laughs it's a fake laugh, his eyes often glaze over and there's nothing behind them... Almost like he's constantly thinking other things. I put it down to social awkwardness at first, but me and a few others always feel an unwelcome presence in the house whenever he's around. Almost like he's vaguely learnt how to be a functioning human, says a few stock phrases, smiles in the right places and goes through the motions. His wife will often say 'Tom was annoyed about this....Tom doesn't like Jane etc, but there seems to be nothing Tom ever likes or doesn't get annoyed at. He just seems dead behind the eyes and creepy. I genuinely don't think he'd hurt me, nor would I label him a psychopath, but I think he lacks any empathy or warmth towards other humans.

I would have called the Police over this. He sounds really dangerous.