Places you have visited with a strange vibe

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Hi. I'm off to Saltburn (near Whitby) tomorrow and I feel sick. I visited last March. The weekend before the lockdown.

The place was so eerie. I was actually freaked out on the pier and had to run off it. I actually managed to sleep at night but I honestly didn't think I would.

The cottage was surrounded by cliffs and there was a Victorian lift and a small morgue by the beach. I'm not sure whether these have anything to do with it.

Has anyone else had this feeling from a place they have visited?

@kimmsutt

Cuba! Absolutely loved it but our group (3 females) had men openly w**king over us, in groups or lines, in broad daylight... on 3 separate occasions.

🤮🤢

@plominoagain

A lot of people I know think that the Fens where I live can be decidedly eerie . Particularly if you have to drive through them at night . I scoffed at them until I hit a deer at 2 in the morning and wrote my car off , and was there waiting for recovery alone in total darkness with not a single house nearby and the mists rising because of all the water around us. I was bloody glad when the truck arrived , I can tell you , and I’m not easily spooked .

I got lost late at night driving through the fens and I agree.

@EstuaryBird

I’m not easily spooked, I live next to a cemetery, but I can’t believe nobody’s mentioned The Colloseum 😳.

I’d already found Rome a bit ‘uncomfortable’ but put it down to too many people but when we went to the Colloseum I never felt a feeling like it.

Went in and all OK, quite interesting. Had a wander about, went early so not many people, then as we were walking across the middle it felt more and more oppressive. I couldn’t even speak to DH, just pointed to a way out and legged it.

We went to Ostia Antica next day which I quite liked but spent the whole time dreading going back to Rome.

We’d been to Italy several times and always loved it but weirdly that one moment has now to an aversion to the whole of Italy and I doubt I’ll ever go back 😢

In other news I love Dungeness and Romney Marsh 😊. I love bleak, flat marshland with endless skies and very few people.

I love Italy but I have had a lifelong inner shudder at the Colosseum. Age 3-7 I used to have really vivid nightmares about the place and awake in terror although I’d never been there (not convinced I even knew it existed). I couldn’t even go inside it when visiting Rome as an adult. That place has bad juju.

I felt the same but less in a similar smaller place in Tarragona.

Tower of London, also grim there.

I’m an absolute idiot and get creepy feelings with great regularity, but once DP and I stayed in a beautiful cottage in Herefordshire and something was up. I felt like I was being watched the whole time. We went on a walk and as soon as we stepped into this one field my skin was crawling and I felt like there was someone behind us. I barely slept at night because I just couldn’t relax.

I never normally feel it that badly, and DP always dismisses it, but he said he felt the same - and I’ve never heard him say he felt like he was being watched! One afternoon we got back and the gate was wide open when we’d left it shut. We packed our stuff and left a night early 😂

@Pericombobulations

Glenn Coe beautiful place but just wanted to leave as fast as possible.

Trerice, NT House in Cornwall, the rear upstairs corridor, both my son and I wanted out of that corridor asap.

Like a poster above, London Dungeon, fainted in there due to the atmosphere.

Personally found Men An Tol fine and lived in Bradford for years, but I guess different things weird different folks out.

There was a massacre at Glencoe in the 17th century, wonder if that explains the weird atmosphere

@NotTerfNorCis

Greyfriars Kirkyard in Edinburgh. I went on a 'ghost tour' there a few years ago. The tour itself wasn't scary at all. It was more historical, and in the Kirkyard itself they got someone to jump out at us for a cheap scare.

By the time we were leaving the Kirkyard I was chatting to someone else on the tour and had forgotten all about ghosts, including the alleged inhabitant of the Kirkyard, the MacKenzie poltergeist. Just as we reached the gate I stepped into an area of cold. It was like being hit by a freezing wind, but the weird thing was that it was cold inside, not outside. The evening was warm.

We went to the pub and things moved on. After a few drinks I went back to my hotel, where I was staying by myself. I went to sleep.

Then I woke up with a strong sensation of something being in the room.

It was such a powerful sensation that my heart was beating like mad. I even thought about going down to reception to tell them something was up. But of course I didn't.

I've never experienced anything like that before or since.

Later on, reading up on the MacKenzie Poltergeist, I've read stories of other people walking through cold spots, having a sensation of being watched and even finding deep scratches on their skin.

I've also been on that ghost tour - was absolutely terrified and clinging on to my friend.

Banguor hospital Livingston. Felt like someone was watching you the whole walk round g.co/kgs/gzrRmN

I went to Santa Cruz once in America ( where they filmed lost boys) it was super creepy really freaked me out

I've also been on that ghost tour - was absolutely terrified and clinging on to my friend.

Huh, just looked back at an old diary (14 years back!) and it seems that both entering and leaving the kirkyard, 'I felt a weird, cold and heavy sensation in my stomach and chest, and my heart sped up'... What could cause that? Some kind of magnetic field?

I had that eerie Fens experience while lost on Dartmoor once.

I also did that Edinburgh ghost tour and was terrified!

@NotTerfNorCis

Greyfriars Kirkyard in Edinburgh. I went on a 'ghost tour' there a few years ago. The tour itself wasn't scary at all. It was more historical, and in the Kirkyard itself they got someone to jump out at us for a cheap scare.

By the time we were leaving the Kirkyard I was chatting to someone else on the tour and had forgotten all about ghosts, including the alleged inhabitant of the Kirkyard, the MacKenzie poltergeist. Just as we reached the gate I stepped into an area of cold. It was like being hit by a freezing wind, but the weird thing was that it was cold inside, not outside. The evening was warm.

We went to the pub and things moved on. After a few drinks I went back to my hotel, where I was staying by myself. I went to sleep.

Then I woke up with a strong sensation of something being in the room.

It was such a powerful sensation that my heart was beating like mad. I even thought about going down to reception to tell them something was up. But of course I didn't.

I've never experienced anything like that before or since.

Later on, reading up on the MacKenzie Poltergeist, I've read stories of other people walking through cold spots, having a sensation of being watched and even finding deep scratches on their skin.

I remember being on that ghost tour! One of our group had to leave while we were in the crypt as they were going to faint. And as much as there was the cheap jump scare, the guides were a bit scared themselves while asking us to check later for any unexplained bruising or scratching.

We had to sign a disclaimer I think, in case anyone came to any harm!

[Between 1999 and 2005] there have been 350 documented attacks. 170 people have collapsed.

www.scotsman.com/arts-and-culture/tourist-terrorising-mackenzie-poltergeist-2509117

@Keepyourdistance000, the whole of Norfolk?

I had a lecturer who had gone to visit a stately home with her husband and kids. At one stage she felt quite breathless as if she was having an asthma attack (felt really scared and panicky) and had to sit down her disband then saw a welt on her neck - a line from under her chin to behind her ear.

A guide brought her some water and told her that there had been a young woman hung in that room (usual story - maid in the house, ner do well man of the house taking advantage etc).

@kimmsutt

Cuba! Absolutely loved it but our group (3 females) had men openly w**king over us, in groups or lines, in broad daylight... on 3 separate occasions.

Oh that’s grim.

kimmsutt How long ago was that?

I've been to Felbrigg Hall (in the summer) and thought it a delightful place - we even went for a long walk in the surrounding countryside and I didnt' feel a thing.

Had a conversation with DSibling about Ephesus (as they've been there too but on a separate trip). No 'vibes' there but they did say they felt a strong sense of the weight of ancient history in Delphi.

Pocklington near York and some of the back streets in Edinburgh.

Boscobel house and white ladies priory. Never would you drag me back there kicking and screaming.

Whitby, Robin Hood’s Bay and Saltburn are three of my favourite places, and I’ve been to loads mentioned on here without a problem.

I’ve only read half the thread, so apologies if it’s been mentioned. But I’d never go back to Beaumaris Gaol on Anglesey. We arrived at dusk, an hour before it closed, and it was so gloomy and oppressive. I’ve never been so glad to get out of a building. The sadness in the room where women prisoners worked, with ropes going up to the ceiling and through to the cradles so they could rock their babies while they did so. And the gallows.... Groups apparently sleep over for charity. You really couldn’t pay me enough.

Enham Alamein. We were travelling to Southampton and got “ lost in this village, it was like something out of a horror story ( not horrible but spooky )
We find out after that it was a place for ex service men to be rehabilitated after the first ww1.

Kuala Lumpur

Interesting that a couple of people have mentioned Trerice. The first time I went there - having never been to Cornwall in my life - I felt ABSOLUTELY at home, I knew where everything was, I could walk the house and direct you to rooms and similar.
The only thing that I didn't like was the car park, because when I'd lived there it had been a pond and I kept wondering where it had gone.

They've now done further site archaeology and there was in fact a (Tudor) pond where the car park is now, so I'm happy with that.
I mean I'm not sure Tudor/17th-century me didn;t drown in it, so that's not so great, but I'm glad they know it was there now.

(Appreciate this does sound woo, bu it was genuinely the scariest experience I have ever had. And no, I wasn't Lady Whatsit, I was a very ordinary servant, I think. Trerice is my "home" I'm sure of it. I love that house.)

Years ago my friend was at uni and her halls had been an asylum. Each cell had been converted into a room for a student but was still quite visibly a cell and the bathrooms are communal. It was the longest weekend of my life as I just felt awful the whole time. My friend said that she often heard something that sounded like scraping around the walls of her room.
Other place of note was the chalice well in Glastonbury. The gardens were beautiful but the well itself I found very disturbing it literally felt like it was sucking me down into it. I had to move away from it in the end.

Mine is Blubberhouses, between Skipton and Harrogate. I used to live in the area and always felt a bit uneasy when driving through. I think it’s because the road winds and dips down into a bit of a valley and it feels oppressive. My sister, who is definitely more “woo” than me, once had a strange experience when she was driving through alone at night and suddenly felt like there was someone else in the car with her. I heard a spooky story about it on a ghost tour once too which probably exaggerates my feelings about it!