What places in the UK have weirded you out?

[Oollliivviiaa]

I know Glastonbury and Bath always come up but where else have you been that just felt "off". Not scary or unsafe as such, just made you feel unwelcome and want to leave. And logically, WHY do you think they do?

Mine are

• Glasgow Centeal station. I've been to lots of stations at all sorts of times but this station always makes me uneasy even during the day when it's busy. Maybe it's because it's such an odd station and easy to get disoriented in.

And

• Berwick on Tweed. Really, really weird vibes there. People were nice enough but it felt a bit like there was some sort of sinister undercurrent. Why? I actually don't know. All I can think of is that it feels quite isolated and a bit like the edge of the world. Maybe the history of the place, means it feels like a no man's land? I know lots of people really like it.

And

• Holy Island. The history, bleakness and again, isolation I think. Plus when we went, all you could hear was the wind and seals which is a bit spooky. I liked it there though.

Chester seemed like a city of two unrelated halves - the metal-shuttered, boarded-up shops we walked past to get to the beautiful, thriving, older part.

There was a mass shooting in Savernake Forest and Hungerford in 1987, a lone gunman killed 16 and then killed himself, I remember it being all over the news.

Any area with miles & miles of flat moorland & nothing else to see when driving through always unnerves me for some reason.

Was only joking. I grew up there, love it really, plenty of weird characters though and nooks though.

Brighton. I hope very much to not go there again.

Me too. And driving through mountains makes me feel comfortable and protected.

Why Bath? I love Bath. Wellwyn Garden City had an odd vibe, like the Steppford Wives.

That’s odd. Cardiff is an extremely multicultural city- the opposite of inbred I’d say.

Sorry if you've heard the urban legend which I've copied from wiki:

"Urban legend has it that the courtyard's name commemorates the murder of Lady Elizabeth Hatton, the second wife of Sir William Hatton, whose family formerly owned the area around Hatton Garden. It is said that her body was found here on 27 January 1646, "torn limb from limb, but with her heart still pumping blood."

Elizabeth Hatton apparently lived in Ely Place.

I came on to say exactly the same. Used to drive through it regularly and it always gave me the shivers.

I came on to say Slapton as well. Very creepy vibes. Like you're being watched constantly. Felt like everyone spoke at half volume as well. Like a loud whisper

Totnes, more specifically Totnes House. Years ago this was an attraction and I went to it as a kid. They would talk about spirits there and that, freaked me out. Years later I went back with DH, had a hard time finding it as all the brown signs for it had gone. We got there walked in the house and realised it wasn't a bloody attraction anymore and we were just stood in someone's house. Still had a really weird feel to it though. We scarpered when we realised we were trespassing

Avebury is my favourite place in the world

Isle of Wight
Harrogate
Berwick upon Tweed

I don't know what it is about them, but I get a weird vibe in all of them.

My friend grew up in Totton. It was known as "Totton in the mud"!

Like most places now not much going for it apart from a big Asda, a nice old fashioned sweet shop (if still there) and a nice cafe where the coach parks up on my trips!

One of the oldest multicultural communities in the UK.

Rotherham, don't feel safe there nowadays.

My son visited the uni but the city put him off.

Egham. So much hatred from groups of young men gathered around the town centre.

my mother always says that she thinks that whole Romney Marsh area is like something out of Deliverance

That day, exH and I were meant to be going on a visit to Littlecote, and we would have been driving through Hungerford at about the time of that shooting. We woke up in the morning, and I flat out said I didn't want to go. I was adamant. It must have been some sort of premonition.

I remember going on holiday to Poole many years ago.
We stayed at a Haven (?) holiday park and you could get an open top bus which went via the bus station.
Every time the bus pulled in everyone who was on the top deck would wave and cheer at the locals who would glare back 😂
It was like a rule or something !
I remember Poole being lovely though.

Oh Jeez she might be a relative, I am of the MacLeod Clan but my Grandfather (never knew him) was from Harris!

Chesil Beach. Felt like I was going to be swept away.

Finnegans.