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.

Frogtits: I just typed out my long post after only reading one post on this thread, after I posted I read the last post which was yours about gut instinct, I have just mentioned the same!!

The mind can be very intuitive and IMO this is amazing, the mind is exactly why I am studying Psychology next year, it just fascinates me no end!

Scot - amazing how often gut instinct is correct.

The guy you mention reminds me of a minister of a church I used to attend. Didn’t like him and didn’t trust him. I once caught him taking my little boy to the loo - luckily, I intervened.

Frogtits
Omg that's awful about the minister (what is it with some of these church guys?) with your son, did he give the excuse that he was taking your boy to the toilet? I can imagine you were absolutely livid and felt sick?

I have actually also had a boyfriend who started saying very odd things with regard to paedophilia and I ended up finishing with him, and low and behold a few weeks after I was told that he was 'dodgy' and I asked how and she said "well he's capable of things you wouldn't believe", but she could give me no concrete evidence as to what which was pretty useless, when I think back then he was literally dying to be a youth worker...major red flag with all his comments.

I always trust my gut instinct when it comes to people as it's never been wrong.
There's been a few people I've always felt uncomfortable around, never knowing why until it manifests itself. Not yet felt evil radiate from anyone. Get it occasionally from places though but i can't remember any specific ones.
My dad has however. He once met Myra Hindley in prison and he said it was like looking at a shark; no soul, black eyes, totally didn't feel human. Second person he met was at a prison in the US, don't remember his name but he said s soon s he got close to his cell the hairs on his body stood on end and the worst ever feeling came over him. He had to get out it was the worst thing he's ever felt (and he's been attacked by poltergeists- even got eyewitness accounts of those so he's not making up). Don't remember what the crimes were for this guy but they werent nice that's for sure.
(Dad wasn't in prison for anything bad I should add. He was being given a tour when he was in police training and then over in America by a friend who took him in as a 'pastor' so he could see how it was)

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Omg that's freaky!! Can't believe he met Hindley, I feel sick just seeing her pictures never mind actually meeting her, its a good dinner party topic though and I doubt many people would be able to top it -well in the 'worst person you've ever met' category anyway!

I know this is an old thread but I feel I have to resurrect it because of all the posts about Glastonbury.

I lived in Glastonbury as a child for over 10 years and lived in two houses there. They both had a very dark 'presence' to them, there is no other way to describe it really. In the first house I felt generally uneasy, a near constant sense of being watched. We had a spare room and at the time it was full of junk, you know, toys, cardboard boxes, and paperwork. Normal stuff. Almost every night we would hear what sounded exactly like someone rifling through all our stuff. If you went in there though there was never anything to see, just the noise. It was a very unsettling feeling.

The second house was far creepier. I lived there until I was in my early teens, and several years after moving in that house developed such an intense sense of menace. I have never felt anything like it in any building before or since. It was a big three story town house that had once been divided into two flats (upstairs and downstairs) and a bedsit (attic). When it was converted back to one house the two kitchens remained. So we had a downstairs kitchen that was used normally, and an upstairs kitchen that we used to store old kitchen equipment in.

To me that upstairs kitchen had always had an odd feeling about it, but it was basically fine. Our dozy old Labrador didn't like it though, he would stand on the landing barking at it, hackles up. But we just ignored him. My sister and I used to play in it, but then when I was 10 years old it got some sort of inhabitant. A very powerful angry one. Again, we never saw what it was. Just heard it.

Something in that kitchen started moving pots and pans around. We would hear the noise at night, and sure enough, mum would check and pots and pans had been moved around. It started off like the normal sounds of someone cooking. We thought it was really strange, but a bit amusing to start with, we nicknamed him 'pots and pans man.' But then it particularly seemed to happen when my sister and I were on our own together in the house, she was older than me and would keep an eye on me while mum and dad were out in the evenings occasionally. 'Pots and pans man' got out increasingly out of control, whatever he/it was, kitchen stuff would be thrown around, stuff would hit the walls, plates would be smashed. And someone would scream, like a high pitched piercing scream, like a whooshing in the ears. It was like the kitchen was humming, vibrating, shaking the whole house. We could hear and see everything, but not who/what was causing it. It was like that kitchen became possessed. I never went in it ever again.

After this, the entire house was transformed. Such an awful bad feeling came over the house, I used to experience the most intense instinct to run out of my bedroom, past this awful kitchen, and down the stairs as fast as I could. The whole upstairs became virtually uninhabitable, everything about that house just screamed at us that we had to leave. My whole family felt the same way. We couldn't get out quickly enough after that.

It was easily the most frightening experience of my whole life. And it has made me incredibly wary about houses and buildings in my adult life, I will refuse to set foot anywhere where I don't like the initial vibe. I just googled that house and it came up on right move, there's no pictures of that kitchen, but the pictures of the house alone were enough to make me go cold.

I still can't stand going through Glastonbury now (I haven't lived there since childhood). I find the high street a very dead, soulless place, I always have. It's a place that makes me feel like I need to run.

If anyone has any other experiences of Glastonbury I'd love to here them.

I long ago worked in a school library, and one lunchtime I heard a very loud rhythmic banging from behind the tall standing bookshelves. I was dealing with a lot of yr 7s all milling round and I assumed it was workmen- we had workmen outside.
It was one boy standing with another seated, holding the seated ones head and rhythmically smacking it down hard on the table. The standing boy's face was absolutely expressionless. We dialled 999. The hurt boy was ok, and the other one vanished from the school. He was well known. I never thought it was possible to meet an evil child (he was about 14) but that one came close.

Starsorwater- how scary! I find that the thought of evil people can be more frightening than evil places in a way.

I wouldn't say I've ever come into contact with an evil person, but I've met a few people that I just feel have something not quite right about them.

My grandmother was friends with an elderly vicar (such a cliche, I know!) who was very odd. Maybe its just that he was socially awkward, I don't know. But certainly something in his eyes, the way he looked at people, made me very uncomfortable as a child. He would sort of leer, look at people sideways, I always felt like he was constantly side-eyeing me. There is absolutely no suggestion that he ever did anything he shouldn't have, but I was on high alert around him. I made sure I was never in a room alone with him.

Another time when I was much younger and still lived at home my mum and I were driving home one evening in the winter, about 6pm, pitch black, rural. We were just pulling into our drive when a young man came out the shadows. Early twenties I would say. I jumped out my skin and mum put the central locking on and lowered the window a crack. He jumped into action and gave us an odd, but friendly-ish spiel about being the local village milkman going door to door looking for customers
My mum said oh ok give me a leaflet and I'll have a think. He said he hadn't got any, but if we went into the house he would tell us all about what he offered. The conversation went on, and he was insistent about going into the house, and gave us some information about the milk deliveries, telling us that he delivered every day. My mum made it very clear that we would not be going into the house and he went on his way. I was frozen with fear throughout the short conversation.

Several weeks later my mum and I were talking to a neighbour about the milkman. My mum says oh yes he delivers every day doesn't he? Neighbour says oh no dear, three times a week, it's always been that way

Whatever that 'milkman' was or wasn't trying to do that night on our drive, my mum's spider senses about almost certainly saved us from something.

Not evil as such from a person but a very nasty and wary feeling about someone who lived next door to us at our previous house.
Our neighbours were an older couple, they had children but they lived away and I never saw them.
The lady seemed ok, she was a bit pushy though (well actually very pushy) about our children going to stay at their house if we ever wanted a night out. I told them thankyou but no, partly because he really did have this not very nice feeling about the husband and partly because our eldest son has special needs and the only people who have ever looked after them since they were babies were my parents.

This didn't stop this lady asking though, she even asked my mum once if she could look after the children.

Once whilst her husband was talking to DH at our house (he come around to ask for something) I noticed him looking at my daughter, she was 4 and he wouldn't take his eyes off her which I thought was a bit odd but.. I just thought that it was just because he was odd.

A few years after we moved he was arrested and charged, for the multiple rapes of his daughter and one of her friends as a child and the possession of images of small children (girls) being abused.
People are saying his wife didn't know anything, but I think she knew, I really don't understand why she would keep pushing to have the children otherwise.

The time where I felt what was pure evil was a place, it was a school where my mum worked and I had to spend a lot of time there when I was growing up, although it wasn't until I was a teenager that I started spending a lot of time there.

It is the ground floor that is the worst and the feeling builds up gradually but you do feel it building up. It mostly affects people when they are alone. When it starts off you just think that its just because your on your own the entire building is a bit creepy really.

It happened to me once and it wasn't until later I found out that it had happened to other people.

I was on my own on the bottom floor one evening when I was about 15 as my mum was in a meeting (the bottom floor is the floor where my mum taught, she taught nursery/reception aged children and the 3 classes were all connected so it was like one large area). The lights of the two rooms either side of me were switched off, and it does
feel a bit like your closed in, even though the space is nearly entirely open. So when I started getting this feeling which was coming from behind me I brushed it off.

It got worse, and worse I felt like I should get up and run (this is the point where the other lady this had happened to, a teacher, had ran and left behind all of her things).

I didn't though (looking back I don't know why I didn't run at this point I'm just blimmin stubborn). It got worse though, I started to feel
threatened and the atmosphere had changed, its always been a bit of a strange atmosphere, but this was really heavy and really horrible, and there was an awful smell, which smelt like raw chicken that had gone off.

Then it was like something was pushing down on me, like something was pushing my shoulders down forcefully, and I felt really weird, my head was really really hurting but I was seeing all these images that lasted at the most a split second, it was like watching something on fast forward, I couldn't make sense of them, but they were not my thoughts and I couldn't stop them, it wasn't like your imaging something then can make yourself think of something else, I had no control over any of it, it was like I was just watching all these images.
Then it all stopped very suddenly and I heard this voice in my head of a lady and she said 'Go! Run! Now!' so I did. I went and sat outside (middle of winter, blimmin freezing).

Months later I told my mum about it, it was then she told me about what had happened to this other teacher.

Years later (I can't go into specific details because its going to link to the school if I do, and I can't do that) things got very bad at that school, after a new head had taken it over, it ended up in special measures my mum had left by then (actually she was forced out by bullying along with a few other teachers) but it wasn't until after she left that it got really bad.

An inspector lost her job because she went back to the education
office are doing an inspection and told them that the building was pure evil. So whatever it was, has from the sounds of it increased with the amount of negative things that were happening there.

I think now its been taken over an turned into an academy (the head and deputy were removed) and the school has had better reports from it now. I don't know what that thing will be like now though or if it still affects people like it did.

Sorry... that ended up like an essay.. well done if you get to the end :)

I just wanted to bump this because I love all the spooky stories on this thread. Wanted to keep it going

How do you bump?

DH has a friend, we'll call him Dave for the sake of anonymity. As it happens I've actually known Dave for longer than DH has but I've never been friends with him, we just moved within the same social circles.

It is well known that Dave has a bit of a thing for me. He has remarked to me, in front of DH, "if you guys split up, I'd be all over you like a rash" then did the "ha ha I'm only messing" thing when called out on how inappropriate it was.

He's very friendly, very nerdy, very "harmless" seeming. He gives me the fucking creeps. He keeps inviting DH and I on nights out and I keep declining, I can't help but feel that if he got me alone then he wouldn't take no for an answer. I've asked DH to never leave me alone with him and won't allow him in my house.

I don't think he's actually "evil" but he certainly doesn't have good intentions.

I've used a name change for this because I don't want to be too outing. I'm not woo at all in any shape or form, I don't believe in anything supernatural or bad energy or anything like that so it's unusual for me to say this about someone.

There's a man I work with who I get really bad vibes from, he's not done anything to make me feel this way but there's something about him that unsettles me. I caught him staring at me through the doorway from another room yesterday and it freaked me out. I don't think it's evil but it's just something really uncomfortable and I have genuinely never had that feeling with anyone before.

Take heed of your inner voice Coffee, it's shouting for a reason !

I've experienced instances of children who just seem to exude malice and seriously dangerous vibes.. one over time proved those feelings to be true.. one I'm almost nervously awaiting future news reports on.

The first was a child in my mother's class (primary school teacher) many years ago.. I wasn't much older myself then but I was always extremely wary of this boy because he had a 'look' about him I couldn't explain. Years later I mentioned him to Mum during a conversation about school and it turned out he had been imprisoned for several sexual assaults culminating in a serious rape charge.

The second child was in my son's class at primary.. he's now a young teen. Father a politician. Seemingly respectable family. But from reception this kid caused trouble within school. Mother refused to see her blue eyed boy could possibly be at fault. There were hints of sexualised controlling behaviour even in junior school. He has the most dark eyes and sneering smile I've ever seen in a child and an air of pure arrogance. Driving home on the school run one day, I caught sight in my rear view mirror of him hitting his mother around the head. I reported this discreetly to school but I think because of dad's position in parliament, they appeared reluctant to get involved! Anyway.. as I say.. I will possibly be the least surprised person should his name hit the headlines in years to come.. 😐

So have been reading through the posts over the last few days, some are really interesting.
Yesterday evening, just after reading this thread, I was talking to my dear wife about arranging to meet up with my mother. All of a sudden my wife’s phone pinged and it was my mothe r asking us i when we’re around to meet up! My wife looked at me and said , talk of the devil!
We don’t text or speak on the phone daily, so it really was quite random.

We haven’t seen her for a month or so and haven’t spoke on the phone for weeks, which is normal. Just seemed really coincidental!

Another one from me. I used to be in the Army and served for several years in an old German military base. I think it was built in the 1930s before the outbreak of WW2. Whilst I never actually saw or heard anything, the place had an ‘eerie’ feel to it. Some guys got depressed and were sent to a mental health unit, lots of marriages failed whilst many people just left.
Doing Christmas guard duties one year was a bit spooky too, doing night patrol around the camp!
There were shut off tunnels too, allegedly secret tunnels used by the German SS in the war.

@jedijim I'm not surprised to hear that at all. ARRSE has several spooky threads and the former German barracks feature frequently, especially those near concentration camps or railhead. I'm not terribly psychic but I heard a lot of stories from my oppos in the TA about Cultybraggan (the Black camp for German PoWs where a notorious murder took place, which resulted in several German PoWs being hanged at Pentonville after a trial at the Old Bailey) which does ghost hunts now. HMS Claverhouse in Edinburgh was supposed to be haunted, particularly the cipher room, but didn't bother me, nor did the Pit at MHQ Pitreavie, except for the fear of getting lost in the tunnels. I did work in a notoriously haunted police establishment establishment and saw something there - everyone just accepted it 😁. Rosyth Dockyard has a few stories, even in the modern buildings which isn't surprising considering the number of people who must have been killed over the years.

Placemarking

Anyone read/watched anything about Skinwalker ranch Utah?

I'm going to regret googling that at this time of night aren't I?

Please watch ‘Paranormal Witness’ and it’s the ‘Fox Hollow Farm’ episode, oh ya fucker it’s terrifying, it’s about an American serial killer named Herb Baumeister, he killed 20 odd men and buried them in his huge backyard where he lives with his wife & 2 sons.

There’s also the episode abt that couple that kept Coleen somebody in a box for 7 years, freaky as fuck.

Please excuse my language, I use it to emphasise how fucking scary it actually is

Gourmet I’m gonna go google your post

@Scotschic Uh oh, hope you slept okay