Have you ever felt the presence of evil?

[Petridish]

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.

There was a guy in my town that gave me a bad feeling as a teenager, I'm not sure why, he seemed quite popular and nice.
I saw him yesterday (I don't live in that town anymore) and I got the bad feeling again

Yes !
When we were younger me and my friends would walk the streets and just doss about like your average group of young teens and we always refused to walk past this one house where a very large middle aged man would stand at the top of his drive and stare at us.
We all got nasty vibes from him and we're terrified of him for no reason.
Time passes we were between the ages of 14-16 and started hanging around with that mans son (we will call him B) who had 3 younger sisters.
It was my birthday and we were all talking about presents Ect when B started telling us how his dad had bought his 13 yr old sister sex toys for her b day ! Obviously we were all shocked and asked him why and said that's not right and it's weird Ect
We decided to tell the police because we were worried so told our local pcso who was always near the shops. He didn't believe us and must have thought that we were just nasty teens out to cause trouble.
Few years later my younger sister is in the same class as B's little sister. B's sister had borrowed her dad's laptop for school and Wilst in the same class as my sister she had turned the laptop on to find videos and photos of the dad and uncle molesting and raping all of the children including B's newborn baby .the children were taken by ss Wilst at school that day
It makes me sick to think that because the police didn't believe us that those poor kids were left to go through this for years

I wonder what happened to the poster who was 8 weeks pg after lots of miscarriages who lit a candle in the church?

This is a second hand story, but about children giving off vibes.

I had a professional relationship with a senior policeman once, and we were discussing a 10 year old boy.

Cop told me the boy was a murderer, then qualified it by saying he just hadn't learned how to be one yet, but had the makings of a murderer and he had no doubt that one day he would be.

He said this child gave off a vibe and had all the hallmarks or whatever of the many evil people he had met.

I had bad feelings about the first house I grew up in. We lived there until I was 10 and I was really attached to it, which is odd considering how much it scared me. It was an old terraced house in the suburbs of a city, very high ceilings and an attic and a cellar.

From when I was very little, as far back as I can remember, I had horrible nightmares of a pack of dogs coming up from the cellar and coming to stand by my bed in the dark. Except they didn't have eyes, there were just black holes. I had those dreams all the time.

When I was 9, I started getting different dreams, although I don't know if you could call them dreams as I was awake. I'd see someone coming up to my room from the cellar, holding a shot gun, except the person was invisible. I'd just see a shotgun coming up the stairs, moving side to side as if someone was slowly climbing each step. Over and over again I'd have this horrible vision, I'd even hear each footstep.

In the 10 years we lived there, I never once stepped foot in the cellar. I wouldn't even stand on the first step to go down. I also had a few nightmares about the back bedroom, I didn't like going in there either.

Weird that a house I loved so much had such a horrible feeling to parts of it. I looked it up on zoopla a few months back and just the picture of the hall made me feel nauseous

Dusk, you need to research the history of that house. What a poor scared child you were.

Marking place to read when it's not dark!

3 things:
#1 - a relative of mine.
#2 - the house I recently moved out of. Lived there for 10 years. Longest anyone has stayed for around 50 yrs, apparantly. One of the basement rooms has a corner which I cant go near. Actually the whole basement room, but that bit in particular.
#3 - a property 'magnate' from the 1980's. Had to go to a meeting with him with my then boss. The magnate was radiating evil. Couldnt get away fast enough.

I was recently walking along a street towards a nearby town when there was a man approaching me on the footpath. I smiled when I got near to him and the expression on his face as looked back at me made my blood run cold, I felt really uneasy and threatened. I carried on walking but got this horrible feeling that he was following me. I reasoned with myself that I could outrun him as he looked quite old. When I turned back, reluctantly, he wasn't following me but was standing still and watching me. He was still watching me when I turned around a moment later, and continued to do so until I reached a bend in the road where he went out of view. I had to walk back that way later and was so scared of seeing him.

Shamelessly place marking for non night time

Yes. My childhood home. I had recurring nightmares of being stabbed on the landing. I was only little, and had no reason to dream of anything like that. I was shielded from the news, so never knew about stabbings etc.

There was a section of the landing that I never went on. I jumped across the second to last step and jumped to the main landing. This went on for years.

One day, I decided enough was enough. I stepped on the top step, and saw blood splattered up the walls. It was a brief hallucination. Absolutely terrified me.

I also saw the devil in my dreams. One time I went into my parents bedroom (where the person came out in my dreams to stab me) and my mother had devil horns.

I also saw the clocks move once from 4am, back to midnight.

Sometimes I'd wake up and find my light on.

I also had problems with sleep, but later found out it was sleep paralysis.

One other time, more recent, I had a delivery driver come in the house to drop in a parcel. I felt horrendous. Like something very very serious was about to happen. He looked around, heard the children upstairs and looked up as if to clock who was in the house.

Anyway, following week we get our normal delivery driver. I mention the person from before. Driver says, oh yeah, he shouldn't have been taken on. He had a criminal record for rape. They took him on without checking

Not so much evil but there are people I have met along the way who have such a deeply unpleasant vibe about them they repelled me. I did not want to be in the same room as them which was difficult when I had to see them through work!

In contrast I have also met people whose vibe / aura is like a bright shining light. It's quite rare but it has felt joyful.

FOFONAR

'I wonder what happened to the poster who was 8 weeks pg after lots of miscarriages who lit a candle in the church?'

I am she.

Pleased to say baby made it and is now a strapping one year (and a bit) old.

Going through a rough breakup right now but I cannot knock that hill! 😁

A friend recommended a massage therapist guy as i was having a rough time and she thought it would help me relax and help with my anxiety. She had used him a lot and had become quite friendly with him, she really liked him. They used to go out for coffee etc. He had agreed to give me discounted treatments.

I went for my first session, at his house, in his therapy room, his girlfriend was in another part of the house and something really felt off, I did not feel comfortable but didnt know why. I put it down to my anxiety and had the treatment and left.

I decided i hadnt enjoyed it and wouldnt go again, i just couldnt shake the weird feeling, but felt that the treatment hadnt done anything to help me so that was it.

My friend continued to encourage me to go and eventually after lots of nagging i, against my better judgement, went for a second session.

To cut a long story short, when I got there, he was alone in the house, girlfriend was not home and this time, he ended up sexually abusing me.

I reported him and another lady came forward who he had done it to aswell. It took two long years but we went to court and he got found guilty and prosecuted.

If only i had listened to my gut feeling.

When I was a little girl, around 4 years old, each night at bedtime there was an old lady who used to sit on my wooden toy box. I would sit on my bed and chatter away to her. My parents used to pop their heads round the door and ask who I was talking to. I would point to my toy box and say ' the lady there '. My parents couldn't see anyone and would close my door before going downstairs and freaking out. ( I didn't know at the time that they were freaking out ) they never said that they couldn't see anyone.
I can remember this old lady to this day and can still describe her and her clothes.
A few years ago, my parents were looking through their photo albums when I was visiting, in one of the photos was the old lady. I was startled and told my parents that she was the old lady who used to sit on my toy box and chat to me when I was a child.
My father looked at me in surprise and told me that this lady was his grandmother who had died many years before I was born.
She sat there for weeks chatting to me, then one night she wasn't there and never returned again, yet I never questioned why she was there or where she went.

Another strange one was around 3 years ago, my husband and I used to go to a local bar. We used to cut through a park which had a large wooded area.
This particular night we hadn't gone through the park going, but went to cut through it coming back. Obviously it's pitch dark at turned midnight. We got about 20 yards in near the trees and I couldn't go any further. I just felt something terribly sad had happened, but I didn't know what. I felt like I was suffocating. We turned round and left. As soon as I went back through the gates I felt more settled but still prickly.
The next day I found out that a father and son team were doing some maintenance on some of the trees when the son had an accident while up one of the trees with a chainsaw and was crushed to death. Poor man.

Teutonic
I used to see my great grandma too! I had no idea at the age I was (2/3 years old) and they're my earliest memories of her sat on my bed reading the paper, turning to me, smiling and then reading her paper again. I used to sit up in bed and watch her. When we moved house she stopped coming. She'd died years before that and nobody believed me except my mum.
Had lots of 'woo' moments over the years, none I'd consider evil except one experience when I was around 14. I got out of bed to turn the hall light off which was just outside my bedroom door frame (I didn't have a door!) as I went to turn it off this huge shadow enveloped me and I couldn't move. I saw a hand that was absolutely beyond the size of a 'normal' persons hand. Finally felt I could move & I bolted to my bed leaving the light on. Hid under my duvet and didn't come out until morning. Was an awful feeling.

Some of these stories are so sad to read

Meriwitch.
It's strange isn't it. I've often wondered how it is that she chose to sit with me and not my siblings. I can remember gasping when I saw the photo and all the memories coming back. I had never seen this picture or any other picture of her before and I can't remember her being mentioned by my father.
Stranger still I suppose that we never questioned who this lady is and why she is in our bedroom at the time.

Perfecttimes I'm so glad he has been prosecuted.

Azero that's lovely news re your baby

Teutonic totally right about us not questioning it at the time. I learnt to expect her on a night tbh!

Crazy how many people have these 'encounters' and such. Fascinating. I think it gives a real hope that they're is something other than just us, especially when you hear so many people come forward

Shameless placemarking .... love a bit of woo 👻

I took DD for a walk in a nearby village when she was about 5, nice path along the river. We had been lots of times with DH or family so no reason to feel weird.

We rounded a bend and there was a man picking blackberries, not unusual but there was nobody else in sight. As I walked by him I got the most horrble feeling. He didn't look at us or say anything but I felt this awful sense of dread.

Down the path a little way there was a gate leading to a caravan park and I almost chucked DD over it as I climbed over, I felt like I couldn't get away quickly enough. I have no idea why.

There were some lovely older people just the other side of the gate and I must have looked terrified because they asked if I was ok. I said I was fine but one of them insisted on walking me back to my car with her DH as she said I looked sjaken up. I told her what had happened. She said you should always follow your instinct and I was so gratfeul she didn't make me feeel daft.

I felt awful afterwards because the poor man was probably perfectly innocent and minding his own business. I'll never know but I have never been back.

Yes my childhood bedroom but strangely enough only after it had been decorated for my 12th birthday.
Had recurrent nightmares for years, always felt as though I was being watched so always went to sleep with my head under the duvet, often snuck in to my sisters room to top and tail in her bed. Oh and when I was younger I remember distinctly hearing an evil voice in my head ( thought it was the devil at the time) saying that my mum is dead (she was at work in the evening. She is not dead)
Very strange. I think the house was built in 1900?

I met someone who joined a social group a few years ago that i just did not particularly like. not evil but something about them made (makes) my skin crawl, which a strong reaction even for me. The type of person who was ever the victim of something.

later they made a very inappropriate pass at me and I decided not to have them in my life after then, as best as I could at least.

Over the years in work situations I can thankfully tell if a customer is someone who should be sold certain restricted goods by my approval. Only a couple of times in about 10 years have I got a bad vibe about them and being the type to listen to my intuition, have chosen to decline the sale of these goods or to make my concerns known to my managers.

I'm a huge believer in the gut instinct. We can pick up non verbal signals from people - I have ignored my gut instinct and lived to regret it.

My friend had been in abusive relationships all of her child and adult life and her last abuser was her sons father (whom she is now away from) and due to him having lived in an abusive household then he attended an after school club specifically for kids in his same position.

The kids would do arts+crafts within the club and there was volunteers who belonged to the church that the club was held in, and some of these volunteers would take the children on days out etc, etc.

One day I was popping into my friends for a coffee and I passed her 10 year old son going down the stairs with an elderly man, they were coming down from hers & I was going up, I said Hiya to her son and he said Hiya back and he seemed his usual cheery self, but the man that he was with couldn't have eye contact with me & he put his head right down and I got a 'punch in the gut' feeling - instinct I think - and right away I KNEW this guy was a paedophile and I shouted down to her son - in the cheeriest fake voice I could muster - "so whose this & where you off to" and he told me that the man was from the X club and they were going to x,y,z, the son had just been picked up from my friends house, I said bye to her son & quickly dashed into my mates house but I didn't want to sound like a nutter and say "that guy with unsupervised access to your son is a beast" - bearing in mind that he was a volunteer working with vulnerable people for a charity, his disclosure would have been done etc,etc - so I asked a few questions about the guy and it turned out that he was a church goer, unmarried, rich, etc,etc and had been volunteering at the club for some time.

Anyway to cut a long story short, (lol) my friend actually started suspecting herself that this guy was off - he started making negative comments about her parenting, undermining her, he gave her son a phone to keep (this was strictly against club rules) and took lots of photos of her son- albeit normal ones - and my friend stopped her son going to the club & the manager met up with my friend to discuss the reasons as to why; well the manager looked as though she too believed him to be a paedophile, I thought she was going to be sick (it was she who had first interviewed him)- and she made a remark about him always taking boys, and never girls, on outings and she was absolutely livid about the phone present.

Nothing ever happened to my friends son but IMO the grooming process had started already.

I never would have forgiven myself if he had have been abused but I honestly felt like I could have caused unnecessary fear+alarm if I had have just said "I just know hez a paedophile, my gut told me", its a strange feeling but also a very strong one, and the gut instinct feeling should be trusted 95% of the time.

IMO I never would have allowed a guy without kids of his own (and a church member, cliché) to be a volunteer for children, it just doesn't sit right with me, call me sexist, etc,etc but I watch the news & read the papers, you can never be too careful.

Overall a very scary experience.