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!

Neurotypical not neurological!

And maybe the PP who actually met the man and worked with him has much more information but for brevity/privacy has boiled that down to calling him 'weird'

I think most people would have changed jobs rather than work with someone they had such an extreme reaction to, not celebrate that person's death.

Would you say what part of the UK it was in? There are definitely some weird groups out there.

The poster I was responding to was glad a man is dead because he was weird. Not dangerous or frightening, weird.

As for "Also it's offensive to assume that neurotypical people can't identify and allow for autistic difference", well 1. how do they know someone is autistic or not and 2. clearly many people don't take that into account. I've lost count off the times throughout my life I've been called weird, or cold, or odd.

That made me think immediately of Ghislaine Maxwell.

I was walking to Tesco's a few months ago with ds in his pushchair and it was about 8:30pm as ds had a late nap and no way he was going to sleep early so I thought I should just take a little walk to kill time. As I was walking a man who was nicely dressed was walking towards us and the closer he got, the more my alarm bells started ringing and warning me that it's danger. He tried talking to me and asking about ds and I just started to walk faster and faster saying sorry my husbands waiting for me over there which then he started following me. Then a bus stopped where loads of people started getting off and he was still following me. I started to jog towards Tesco's and as I got in I felt a relief. I asked the security people if I could wait next to them as a man was following me and I called DH to pick me up. I don't know what it is but I felt this vibe which indicated danger which I never felt before. People do sometimes stop me to ask an address or the closest tube station but this was nothing like that he just gave me a really weird vibe as if he had just recently murdered someone. I don't know what happened to him after though but because I had ds with me and never felt like that before with anyone when I'm out and about with ds alone but I just felt this weird sensation in my stomach which I'm guessing it's what we call 'gut feeling'. I've never felt this in any situation before though.

The cult type thing rather than you have been there before. Some people have very odd behaviours and test your acceptance of them/sexual/personal space/suggestions etc and not the building itself.

Trust your instincts...that's a weird conversation and they were definitely testing your boundaries. Women get into all sorts of trouble because they ignore their instincts in order to be polite or nice.

I live in a historic town. I went into an old building that was used as a shop. Suddenly felt like I had to get out of there, a weird feeling of dread/queasiness. Left. Later I found out it had been used to store bodies during the Black Death.
I’m normally a massive sceptic about these things.

As a child (maybe 10) I started in a band. I played a brass instrument and I was placed with a fourteen year old boy to ‘mentor me’. I was a sociable child and loved older kids but something about him instantly repulsed me and I didn’t want to go anywhere near him. I would always keep a chair between us, wouldn’t speak etc. My mum would bollock me at the end of every lesson for not engaging and being rude to this nice boy and I couldn’t find the words to explain how I felt. She eventually let me quit.

From an adults perspective I now realise what made me uncomfortable was that he exhibited quite predatory behaviour - he would pat the seat to get me to sit next to me etc but I would enter almost a paralysis whenever he went near me. I tried to talk to my mum about it years later and she laughed at me.

We later found out he was a cousin of my sister’s hairdresser. When he was 20 he was sent to prison for very aggressive rape and assault.

I doubt anything would have happened but at ten I got the gut instinct that something was very wrong with him. I am always wary about my children around older ones because of this. In hindsight it made me hesitant around older men (lol he was fourteen) probably until I left high school. That always sticks out when I see threads like this.

Your subconscious mind must have picked up on irregular parts of the encounter and sent your conscious mind into 'fight or flight' mode. Maybe one day you will find out why! Good to always follow your gut instinct.

This is a bit different. But it’s a time where I had a sudden overwhelming feeling that something bad was about to happen.

My Grandma had to be taken to hospital unexpectedly in February. She was chatty with the paramedics, very alert, her usual happy self. She waited in A & E for a while with my Grandad and Uncle. She was checked over and admitted for the night, and in a stable condition. She just needed some tests doing, and my Grandad was sent home. He was happy that she was ok, and so was I after speaking to him. That was that and I said I will see her tomorrow.

At around 11pm that evening I just got this overwhelming feeling of dread and my Grandma was all I could think about. But I was told earlier that evening she was ok, so I tried to reassure myself.

A few hours later I got a phone call from my mum. My grandma had passed away.
What makes it very strange is that at around 11pm that’s when she started to go downhill and that’s when all of a sudden I had that feeling of dread. I had no idea what was going on in the hospital at the time. I always say it’s like my heart knew. 💔

Many years ago my daughter started playgroup with another little girl who lived across the road. Mum was very pleasant and went over for coffee a few times.
One day I came back from town with the children and her husband ( whom I'd never met before) was standing in my kitchen chatting to my husband.
He appeared to be ordinary and normal but I had an awful feeling wash over me and felt hot, cold, shaky and sick.
I couldn't get him out of my house fast enough so made a point of being very busy and getting the dinner. He left, saying " Anytime at all, just pop her over" .
Apparently he had come over to collect my little girl to play with his.
Expect I found out the next day that his wife had been at her mother's with their daughter and baby .
I was going to report it, but in the 1990s thought it would had been brushed off. So didn't.
A few weeks later this man was arrested for inviting two primary school girls into his house to see the new baby. His wife was out and he molested the girls.
His wife immediately left him and took the children miles away to life. He went to prison. Thank God he never had access to my daughter. Evil man.

I've probably posted about this before so will keep it brief.

New guy started in work. Everyone liked him, so did I. He was friendly, polite, seemed to be a nice guy.

One day I was chatting to him and suddenly had a chilling thought come into my head in very clear words: 'I don't know what you're capable of'. I felt so freaked out I stopped talking mid sentence. I never told anyone and as time went on more and more information came out about him. Basically his past caught up with him and we discovered he had been sacked in his previous job for allegations of sexual misconduct with a teenager. My instinct has never been so loud.

This is so so so spooky… as soon as I read this topic, I thought of that local… for me it was the bit at the end of the bridge above Embankment station, that led down again on to those streets below. I got into the habit of never ever using that access because of how queasy and uneasy it made me feel. I thought perhaps it was to do with the lights there, they were dim and had a greenish tint… but no other similar lights and made me have such a feeling. I tried to dismiss it, thinking there was some physical perfectly normal explanation.

What on earth do you think it was?!

And I am dying to hear other similar feelings you’ve had, you must please share… because on the strength of the above, I would absolutely believe you!!!

Reading this very interesting thread reminds me of something that happened over 20 years ago that I haven't forgotten. It's nothing evil but very bizarre.
Went on a family holiday with hubby and teenage kids to Spain.
Around the hotel I saw a man similar age to me, late 30s-ish and he looked strikingly familiar. I saw him numerous times around the hotel and noticed that every time he spotted me, he kept looking at me as if he knew me.
Around the pool area I saw him in a France football shirt and overheard him talking in French. I have never known any French people so I couldn't possibly have known him, but it was just so weird, pretty sure he felt as I he knew me as well!!

@Daisybuttercup12345

That is horrifying!

I was in Askeaton graveyard in Limerick once. It was my first time there. I had an incredibly intense feeling of 'being watched' while I was there. I also had a stifling feeling of evil until I left. DH felt it too.

Did you buy the thing? —was it a sex couch—

I've never had your visceral intense reaction before - but I have had flashes of what I call 'the dread' about certain people/situations/places. It's like a flicker in my head and stomach that something I can't process is very very wrong and I should quietly extract myself as soon as possible. The thought or sensation bypasses the rational completely! I listen to it now. My own danger radar!

The only evil I experience is the elite wanting to get richer at the expense of average tax payers getting poorer by the minute.

Yes - I was driving down a short dual carriageway yesterday and approached a roundabout. Beside me there was a really nippy but massive lorry. I just knew he was dangerous, and hung back from my correct lane at a roundabout - sure enough he swung across both lanes at speed and would have taken me out if I had been in my (correct) lane at that time. Sounds trivial but I had a baby and toddler in the car with me. I just knew I was in danger while he was driving near me.

And when I was 14, walking home, a man who I used to baby sit for tried to offer me a lift home - but I was literally meters from my house and he knew this. He also invited me out to football games. Who invited a 14 girl old girl out as a grown man?

@Triselly There's more spooky threads? Where? Could you please link them, pretty please? 🙂

When I was 19 I was walking back to my Grans where I lived by Kingsholm Rugby ground in Gloucester at about 9 at night.
A car pulled up and a chap asked if I wanted a lift ,I obviously refused.
As he drove off I was overwhelmed by a feeling of absolute terror, ran home got in, locked the door and turned all the lights on ( my Gran wasn’t in), I felt tearful and very shaken.
I can’t say for definite that it was Fred West, it was dark and I only got a glimpse of him and his dark curly hair, but I can say that this guy looked very similar and that I have never experienced fear like it before or after
Your instincts are there for a reason.