Have you ever felt the presence of evil?

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I mean, without having any rational reason to feel it? It could be a person or a place.

For me, a friend's father used to really radiate evil - much later, my friend confessed that he had been physically and emotionally abused by his father

I also knew a woman who had a senior job with the police. She was a friend of a friend and I had a bad feeling about her. She eventually got struck off and imprisoned for stealing huge amounts of money from a children's charity she was in charge of.

Hurr1cane Thanks for that, yes I've been through there it was prolly just cold LOL!, it's on very high ground that old church there looks rather foreboding, has a short stumpy spire.

Must get up that way again before long once I've found a lady friend who loves rambling:-)

It creeped me out. I didn't like it I thought it looked like a setting for a horror movie

When I was a young girl me and my 2 neighbours (they were sisters) used to play outside and ride our bikes up and down the street etc - normal kid stuff. One day a man drove past us in a blue, battered looking car with a smiley face air freshener dangling from the rear view mirror (they still freak me out to this day). He slowed right down and took a good look at the three of us with a huge grin on his face and stuck his tongue out at us before driving off. My heart was pounding and I ran home in such a panic my parents thought something really terrible had happened. But when I told them about the man they said something along the lines of 'stop being silly he was probably just being friendly'. My friends didn't seem too concerned either and even stuck their tongues out back at him but I just had the most awful feeling about him.

He carried on driving past whenever we were playing in the street but one day I couldn't play out as we were going for a family meal for my grandma's birthday. The next day I went round to my friend's house to see if they were coming out to play and their mum answered and walked me back home so that she could speak to my mum. The night before, the man in the car had dragged my friend into his car and had taken her to his flat. My mum never told me what happened and shortly after that we moved and I never saw the girls again. I dread to think what happened but I do know that the she had a baby when she wasn't much older so I pray to God it's just a coincidence. My mum passed away and I never got the chance to ask but the evil look on his face was like nothing I'd ever seen before.

That's awful typing :(

I haven't checked, but can't remember if anyone else has mentioned Chanctonbury Ring.

I can't find the article I was looking for when the author Robert Macfarlane wrote about his terrifying night sleeping in a tent on Chanctonbury Ring, where he heard eerie voices swirling around outside in the middle of the night, but I think he was very courageous not to run away very fast. I would have.

oh i went to lovely parties at chanconbury ring and loved the atmosphere of the place.

An aquaintance of my mum had been inside the Fred and rose west's house, I'm not clear if it was to enquire about an au pair type position or enquiring as potential lodger. Anyway apparently she was creeped out by them for no apparent good reason and never went back!

There was another woo topic a while ago and one poster said that in her youth she'd turned down the offer of a lift from a man who she later realised was Fred West

I think I saw Fred west with one of his vvictims in his car when I was a child.

I had heard a lot about a man who'd been lecherous to women (assault of junior staff in lifts etc) in a very high up position and had never been brought to task over it - just quietly asked to move on despite various people having evidence that these were more than just allegations. I had never met this man/seen his photo but when he came over at a station to speak to my father about something work-related I knew (at a distance) instantly who he was without him saying his name and he gave me the creeps. Not in a 'kill me in my sleep' kind of way but just urgh.

When I was pregnant with DD, I had to see a gynaecologist in the hospital for a fairly routine check-up. I was very, very vulnerable during the pregnancy due to severe antenatal anxiety and depression.

I have never had such a strong, instant, negative reaction to someone. I tried to brush off my feelings or put them down to my anxiety. But the feeling just got worse the longer he spoke. The best way I can put it is, there was nothing behind his eyes. They were just blank.

Anyway, the time came for the physical examination and I felt so uncomfortable that I declined to be examined. As soon as I did that, he became aggressive. It was like he felt he was being challenged, and went on the attack. Extremely verbally unpleasant. It was so bad that I got up and left the room and made a formal complaint to the hospital.

Afterwards, I googled his name, which was fairly unusual. Turns out he'd been charged with the sexual assault of a child in another country, he wasn't convicted but subsequently lost his job due to being difficult to work with. Multiple other patients and staff had made formal complaints to my hospital, too. Maybe he wasn't 'evil', I don't know. But before I even knew his background, I felt so strongly that there was something 'wrong' with him that I didn't want him to touch me.

I'm so glad this thread is going to stay.

I've remembered something from when I was much younger.

This will sound very odd I'm sure....this is centred on a book.

Just to set the background; I've loved spooky stories ever since I was young, avidly reading all sorts. One tale in particular that made a big impression on me was a supposedly true story about the Croglin Vampire (some of you might be familiar with it). I first read it when I was about 11 and it frightened the life out of me.

Anyway, roll on ten years or so and I'm living with a boyfriend. I pop into an old second hand book shop and among other things pick up a large, old fashioned looking book about vampires. When I'm at home later reading it, there's a section on the Croglin story which piques my interest. A turned a page and (this will sound utterly bizarre) there was the most blood freezingly HORRIBLE illustration which absolutely radiated evil and made me feel physically sick. It frightened me so much that I slammed the book shut and hid it under a pile of laundry.

My boyfriend arrived home later that day to find me quite shaky and tearful. I explained what had happened and he was thoroughly bemused, no doubt thinking wtf. I begged him to get rid of the book - I couldn't bring myself to even touch it. He said not to be daft, and wht hadn't I just chucked it out if I hated it that much. I was very insistent though that the book had to go - as in, away from our home, not just in the bin. so eventually he agreed to sort it out the following day (all the while wondering why his girlfriend was behaving so oddly, I'm sure).

Needless to say I slept very poorly that night and had awful nightmares feauturing this book. I repeated to my boyfriend my concerns about the book the next morning and remember the sheer relief when he finally took it out the house.

I've always wondered about that book. I did try to trace it but never managed. On reflection, perhaps that's for the best.

Battleship and typing how awful .

Despite my stories on here (which I know makes me sound utterly barmy ) I think we have more to fear from real life 'evil' than supernatural woo stuff.

JUST READ THIS which is pertinent to this thread.

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I am a bit late to this thread, but yes I have. I was really good friends with my neighbour as a child, we were same age, in same class at school etc and spent a lot of time together. But I could just not go into their house, she would always come to play at ours, or we played in the street. I can remember from a young age being just so uncomfortable in that house. And it was because of her father. if I think about him now, some 30 years later, I actually feel sick and my stomach churns. He was a creepy bent over (even though he wasn't that old then) man, short, his glasses always slipped to the edge of his nose, so he looked over the top of them at you. And he had this comb over thing with his hair. He always wore brown trousers and a cream shirt with the buttons not done up so it showed his chest hair.

They moved away from that area, and as my mother and his wife became good friends as neighbours, when we went on a long trip a few years later, they offered that we stop over at their house for a night to break the trip and see them after some time.

Again when I entered their house, I got that sick feeling i remembered from years back. When I saw him again, he looked exactly the same, but now I was a bit older and instead of looking over the top of his glasses at me, he glared, all the time, he didn't take his eyes of me.

We were going to the shop and i had stroked the dog on the way out and she smelled so I ran back inside to the bathroom quick to wash my hands. The door was behind me whilst i was at sink, and i just heard the door click, and i turned around and he was stood behind me. He then proceeded to molest me there and then, tried rape me, whilst he hands were in my pants I bit him and I managed to get out, although he had locked the door. I was 14 years old. I never told a soul about it until a few years ago. The only reason I spoke about it, was because a friend was over and she asked to look at something on facebook. I got the ipad and as I refreshed my page before logging out, I saw a notice from his daughter that he had died. I was actually sick there and then. All of these messages of condolences from people, saying how he would be missed etc etc. What he did to me has affected my life forever, and there he was dead and everyone saying they missed him. He was pure evil. My only solace is, that the day he passed I hope that was the day he got his punishment, that he went to hell and will burn for eternity.

Last December I took DD for a walk with the dog on the hills nearby. It was quite windy and cold so we chose a route along an old green road between high beech hedges to keep the worst of the wind out. This particular route goes down into a deep valley with a stream at the bottom. The ground is rough and rocky where the water has worn the soil away between the stones. DD and I were picking our way down this track, heads down watching our steps - all of a sudden there was the clearly identifiable sound of a motorbike revving it's engine. I looked up and saw a motorbike with someone sitting on it staring down the track at us. It gave me a fright as it was so unexpected. I exclaimed and DD looked at me. I told her that the motorbike had frightened me - she hadn't heard it. I pointed up the track and it was gone. There was no way it could have moved off without making further noise. But the worst of it was a sense of utter despair - the worst feeling of dread and hopelessness I had ever experienced. I wanted to cry, just sob and sob with misery. We carried on walking and the feeling lasted until we came out of the green road onto the A road where we had parked the car.

I don't know what it was. I don't even know if it was anything. But it still fills me with dread even now. There are a series of tracks and paths that permit off-road bikes - and there have been a number of fatal accidents over the years. I did wonder of there had ever been one there.

I walk and run alone in that area all the time - never felt spooked quite like that before.

IrianofWay Well you might explain the absence of the bike noise with the wind that can alter sound patterns quite a bit, it might have been that he just moved the bike with low engine revs as it might have been downhill on that part of the track but the odd thing is the bad feelings unless you were scared by the sudden presence of this person on the bike and you just did not expect the see anything like that there at all?.

Have you been there since and any other oddities happened there at all?.

Indeed have you seen any other bikes in the area ?.

The poor child in the red coat :(

I am sure you are right justaboy - the only definite thing for me was the way it made me feel - but that is by it's nature subjective so not really proof of anything.

I haven't seen any bikes around that particular area - they tend to stick to the areas of open common land where there are a network of BOATS.

Went back a while ago at DD's request because she likes that route - with DS2 as well. He had a accident - was climbing on a fallen tree when it collapsed and he hit his head. Decided I simply don't like that place.

So nothing creepy or bad happened in the MN community since last week then?.

20 odd years ago I worked in a static fairground. Lots of staff there would not walk past the Funhouse after dark. The security guard on night duty wouldn't check it after dark after an incident when the guard dog refused to go inside and in his words" screamed" and the vet had to come out to sedate him.I was a chargehand at the other end of the site but had to go past late one night to return my paperwork to the office. I can only describe the feeling as walking through a thick atmosphere, like the air was pushing back against you . Horrible.

Actually, was thinking about this thread again earlier in the week - took the DCs on a bike ride and we ended up in the park I mentioned earlier that gives me the creeps. There were 2 other families there (one I recognise from a toddler group enough to say hello and make small talk), it was a bright day, the council keeps it very nice, the grass was cut, trees had been trimmed back since last time I'd been there, all the play equipment was clean in good order etc.

But still, I felt it again, an unease. When I told the DCs it was time to leave (after only about 10 minutes), neither argued, even though normally we'd spend a good half hour at any park we go to with that much play stuff.

I was trying to logically analyse it, and I've got nothing, there's no reason to feel more uncomfortable in that park than others in the area.

I do wonder if there's a logical explaination why some places make some people feel uncomfortable.

When i was about 5 an oldish couple moved in on our street. My parents became friends with them. I would have to go over to their house with my mum and this man freaked me out so much. He was always hugging me and trying to kiss me. I always ran away from him. He was a peadophile, i had a lucky escape only being groomed.

I also got the exact same feelings from my dads best friend who was at our house all of the time. He never came across as strange, odd or mean - he seemed and is still perfectly 'normal' in my eyes...but i still get those vibes and often wonder what is hidden under the surface.

I am very cynical and the least woo person I know.

However, last summer I was staying in a village in the south of France with some friends.

I woke up early and decided to go for a walk to a hill top church at the top of the village.

I walked up the hill. It was a lovely morning and I was enjoying myself.

I got to the church, opened the door, and had the worst, most terrible feeling ever. I just had to get out of there.

I think that it was perhaps because there was recorded chanting playing in the church and a strong smell of incense, neither of which I had been expecting, and it came as quite a contrast to the fresh morning silence.

But it was a truly awful feeling and I left pretty quickly after that.