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.

I haven’t had this experience but a (very sensible) friend was telling me about how she had a visceral reaction to looking round a house recently. Had the most sinister feeling even though it was just a bog standard house (not super old or anything like that).

Malvern is downright sinister.

The South East .

Yay, my hometown. The famous Tiger Bay area around the docks was very multicultural in the 19th & 20th centuries and still is, though there's been a lot of regeneration and modernisation over the years.
We can't be inbred, we have a Russell Group Uni! 😂

Salisbury Plain - it was an overcast day and I felt like the sky was pressing down me! May also have been the history as a place of ancient worship!

I've never been, but surprised no one has mentioned Pluckley.

I had a birthday party at that death trap!

Bridport, very creepy, couldn’t wait to get out of there. Jewish quarter in Krakow, there street food eateries in a circular building that used to be a slaughterhouse ( i looked it up )

I came on to say Totnes and see that another poster beat me to it and for exactly the same reasons. Weird and unfriendly - I was really glad to leave.

Where my in-laws live

Eyam - the plague village in the Peak District. The village was very nice but rather sad. I came down with a sickness bug the evening after visiting and that weirded me out a bit. Luckily not plague though as I survived.

2 places spring to mind.
Bodmin Moor is one.We spent a week in a cottage near there.Fantastic place, great hosts, wonderful weather, but spent the whole week feeling strangely nostalgic and overwhelmingly sad.
The other one is Bishop's Cleeve near Minehead.
We hadn't booked a B&B, so turned off the main road when we saw a sign.
It was a beautiful old house, with massive thick walls.
Walking towards it I started to panic for no reason.
As we were waiting for the door to be answered I remember thinking please be full I really don't want to stay here.
A young woman holding a baby came to the door and said yes plenty of rooms available
The whole place had a really weird vibe and we only stayed one night.
Later that day in the village we were told that there was an underground tunnel leading to a monastery.The house was where the monks lived.
Nothing happened to us in the night but couldn't wait to get away .
To me it was a very real visceral feeling of panic and needing to escape.
Never felt like it before or since.

In 2006 I set my Dad the following 1500 word essay question, and asked him to send it to me so I could mark it.

”Dungeness is not dungeon-esque.”

Discuss.

19 years later I’m still waiting to receive it.

I love York but went to a restaurant near York minster snd fuck me, it was awful dark vibes.
Hayling Island is another place that’s always felt sinister to me despite being very pretty.

Bodmin Jail. We went as a family years ago and it was all fine until we got to the lowest level and me and youngest son 13yr old were alone as everyone else had moved on we heard what sounded like someone walking on gravel, there wasn't any gravel I have never run upstairs so fast in my life. Nobody believed us but we both heard it.
Driving on the motorway through Saddleworth Moor, obviously I know why but the feeling of such sadness and menace is really upsetting.

Fort William, manages to be both sinister and depressing

Lived in Slaithwaite (Slawit to the locals)
for a few years and it was like League of gentlemen.. haven't been back since and wouldn't go back if you paid me.
Such a wierd place full of strange, strange folk.

The feeling, here, could be something to do with this...

https://www.history.co.uk/articles/the-todmorden-ufo-mystery-a-close-encounter-in-west-yorkshire

My mum and I met Alan Godfrey and his family on holiday in Majorca, not long after this had happened to him, and every time I see the name Todmorden I think of him and his 'abduction'

Its gone a bit upmarket these days, lots of little chi chi shops and cafes and the best Indian restaurant for miles.

Piccadilly Gardens in Manchester

I was at Uni in Manchester in the noughties and it was fine then but now I absolutely hate walking through the place.

We found a brochure from Grimes Graves when clearing out our parents' house, I'd forgotten we'd been there but as soon as I saw the pictures it all came flooding back. I had nightmares about holes in the ground for years after visiting that place.

I wonder if we know each other, I grew up there in the 90s. Jokes aside I loved the place.

Yes, you definitely said that to provoke.
You didn't need to put 'non English'. 'were intimidating, looking into every car going past.' would have got the point across.

OH lived in Fort William for 9 months, 52 years ago. He still speaks about how awful it was and how they were all utterly miserable.

We went back last year for the steam train trip and nothing had changed
It pished rain the whole time and the town was dead

I was going say the Rollrights - they're on the border of Oxford and Warwicks in fact. Went there with my utterly rational sceptical cynical dad. it was late afternoon and we were the only people there. We just looked at each other and both felt we had to get out immediately. By the time we were approaching the car, we were running.
Hermitage Castle in the Borders is another.