York minster
I used to live in york (born and bred there) and I can't go anywhere near it
I'm fine with every other building in york-and its got a lot of history-good and bad
In fact,I'd walk miles out of my way to avoid it
Ds once had to go with school (I had to drop him off and stay)
I couldn't sit still-it was like black energy was oozing out of the walls and touching me-I couldn't breathe until we left and got down the street
The whole building looks black to me-i don't care if its when I'm walking past or just a picture,I feel the same
One of the high rises in the town I live in now
We live near one and the other is about 2 miles away
The one near us is fine,but there's no way will I walk past the other (I can't cope if we drive past)
I'm told it's full of people who are well known to the police
A friend of mine was once walking past and was mugged (I didn't know this until years later-i went shaky the second I saw it for the first time but can't explain why)
I get the same feeling as york minster-its just black energy
I was once stood talking to a friend (just off micklegate,york) next to her work (in the car park)
I suddenly had the urge to get away from the ground and onto the pavement as soon as I could
I knew I wasn't meant to be standing there but couldn't say why-my feet felt weird and I needed to move
Turns out,it had been a mass grave of victims of the plague (I think they found this out when they dug it up)
I've never knowingly walked across a grave in my life-i try to be respectful
Saying that,as a kid I refused to walk in the car park of the barbican (at this time,it was a swimming pool)
The front was fine,but I couldn't walk around the back (my siblings found this odd)
It was like an invisible brick wall around it-id walk round the real wall but not take a short cut across it
They dug it up years later and found old skeletons which they think where murdered or died a horrid death
Oddly,places like the tower of London,Hever Castle and Hampton Court are fine
I stood near where Ann boleyn had been beheaded and felt nothing (apart from sadness that a woman had been murdered by her husband for nothing she'd done,apart from not giving him a son,so he lied and had her killed)
God knows why I feel/felt like this