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.

When I was on holiday in Essex a few years ago, we went to Clacton on Sea the one day, and I remember really not liking the one part we walked round, and telling my Mom I had a bad feeling about it. Later that evening she'd been watching the news and said it had just been on that there had been a murder in that same area the night before.

GourmetGold I haven’t even googled it yet but I’m going too tonight as I love scary things.

Does anyone remember the ghost in the late 80s/early 90s movie ‘Three men and a baby’?! Some people said that the ghost boy was a cardboard cut out and others said it really was a ghost...I googled it and apparently a young boy had died, in the Place where the movie was filmed, years beforehand...very spooky indeed & it leads me to believe that the sighting was an actual ghost.

My post shouldn’t have had a capital P for place so my apologies.

Well I have loved every second of this thread. Hopefully someone will add some more as obviously 23 pages just aren't enough 🙈

@Scotschic No, that's a long-debunked urban legend.

@Scotschic - is thst the series with a guy who was going to use a mechanical skinning device on women he kidnapped and strung up ... that scared me! Like Wolf creek did - nothing g scarier than real life psychos

Well it maybe is a debunked urban legend but google deffo told me someone had died in that house, although I’m pretty sure that there’s been a death in every house that has been standing for a certain amount of years.

@Flumpybear No Herb Baumeister, also known as the ‘I 70’ killer murdered gay men, he met them in gay bars in Indiana and took them back to his mansion and pretended he was the caretaker of said mansion, and they snorted cocaine and then Herb had ‘a little game’ to play, sexual axphixyation, and long story short, a hose would be put around their necks until they stopped breathing, he then buried the bodies on his very large estate garden. He was married to a woman for 25 years and they only had sex six times in all that time and they had 3 kids so that was kind of lucky! She obviously liked the money he earned, he owned and ran a very successful thrift store. You should look him up, and watch the program, it’s utterly terrifying so careful with what time you watch it, and keep lights on!

Sorry I’ve taken so long to reply, I didn’t even know you had replied to me until tonight!

@Scotschic It wasn't filmed in a house, it was filmed on a soundstage! The actors themselves have confirmed this, see the Snopes link.

Ahh ok, thanks for the info!

Loving this thread

So I work at night and my colleagues and I have to do security checks

I’ve been to many isolated and wooded places and whilst some are a little bit creepy mostly I’m not bothered and often we enjoy the solitude.

We recently went to a new place which is a long alley descending to a bridge over several railway lines and then the alley continues. It’s wooded and derelict.

I went with two male colleagues A and B. As we descended towards the bridge I didn’t feel too keen but said nothing and A was nervously joking about this not being too nice

The bridge itself was a caged bridge-fully enclosed and we both imagined being chased across it and the feeling of unease grew

As we went down the stairs on the other side there was a bright street lamp on the corner and I just had this sense that something nasty was round the corner. A sense of foreboding and evil. I really did not want to go round there but kept quiet to see if it was just me.

Upon turning the corner the path runs through waste ground - to one side there are wooded mounds, pitch black-despite the lighting. Extremely oppressive. To the other side it’s more open and backs onto houses but quite far away. Up one of the banks is the remnants of a metal stair rail but the stairs are long over grown and I just felt that we are being watched from up there.

A pipes up that he is getting extremely bad vibes from this stretch and we both say “something bad happened here”. This little stretch of path has so much negative energy and it just felt utterly hideous to the point that he and I refused to go back.

However, we had to in the end as we had no choice. On the return I felt so surrounded by evil that I said prayers out loud

Colleague B was unaffected however.

I will add that we also did checks in the adjacent cemetery and I got no bad vibes at all in fact it was a peaceful place.

Now ive name changed so I can talk about where this place is. South Londoners may be familiar with the Green Chain Walk. I grew up in S London and in the 90s there was a guy called the Green Chain Rapist who is suspected of up to 100 sex attacks and who went on to kill Rachel Nickel on Wimbledon Common and Samantha Bissett in Plumstead..anyway he carried out his attacks on the Green Chain Walk and although I’ve no evidence at all of this I feel certain he was there (he definitely carried out attacks nearby but only a few of his rapes were documented)

So if you’re in South London it’s called Railway Children Walk (creepy name) and it’s in Hither Green

donduck im a South Londoner and no the green chain walks well, your post made a shudder

*me shudder

I felt very strange when visiting Culloden Battlefield up in Inverness years and years ago. I was in a big group, it was a bright sunny May day and the atmosphere was jovial I would say. Not disrespectful but no feeling of 'what had happened here' I would say.

I stood reading an inscription and suddenly looked up to see the group had moved on about 40/50 metres ahead. I didn't want to miss what the guide was saying so jogged to the group.

I have only felt this once in my life.

It was like I HAD to run. Run run run or else! I didn't have thoughts of what had happened on that site going through my mind, I wasn't being all woo woo but it was like I had a big crowd of people behind me chasing me or running off in random directions themselves. Like a force from many angles going all over the place.

Very very odd and although I felt internally flustered when I reached the group I just joined I didn't say anything and no-one really paid any attention to me - it had only been seconds after all.

As I say, the whole thing lasted seconds but I felt hot and like I had been running for at least twenty minutes. My 'fight or flight' senses were going into overdrive. I calmed myself down pretty quickly and enjoyed the rest of the tour.

The guide touched me on the shoulder later on and quietly said to me 'I saw your face, you felt IT didn't you'. I didn't say anything back as mouth was hanging open!

I can only think there is some sort of energy that remains in these places, captured forever that appears when certain things happen (ie: me running so in a way re-creating the running of those fighting).

Another quick two...

One was seeing a young boy's face when I opened the curtains late one night (around midnight). I only opened the curtain to close the window. The boy was very white and had wide open eyes. But it was real - could see all features and just a little boy standing there. He was about age 9/10. I thought a young peeping tom. I shrieked loudly (just due to being so surprised) and shut the curtains quickly. My male housemate heard my shriek and came into my room and I told him what happened.

He legged it through his room (it had an outside door) to where the boy was. We had a very small front yard and extremely high fences (over 6ft) around the house and a large gate at the front. Neither of which a young boy could leap or climb over easily in a space of 15 seconds.

The heavy gate out the front normally made a huge squeaking noise when it was opened but there was no gate noise and nowhere for this boy to hide. My flatmate turned on the lights and had a look outside (he would have blocked the boy leaving). We were very confused. There was no sqeaky gate noise and there were no footsteps in the sand outside my room or anywhere else along the side of the house.

My male housemate who was in the army and the most non-woo person I have ever met looked at me and said 'I don't want to ever talk about this again'.

Just got chills and shivers as I type this.

And last one.

When I was much younger I was part of a baby sitting club. Took on jobs all over the city. I was told my the parents of one young boy (18 months) that he could get very distressed and I was just to calm him down.

All ok. They went out, the baby went to bed happily. About an hour in the baby screamed. I mean did not cry but screamed. Sounded like a grown up screaming, but of course it wasn't. I raced into his bedroom and he was absolutely in distress. He had blood on his face (had bit his lip) and was shaking uncontrollably.

I was very freaked out but cleaned him up and calmed him down. Turned on many lights and let him sit on my lap whilst I had the TV on and played with the remote control. He seemed to be ok but kept looking at his room and then looking at me with big eyes and almost a look of absolute terror in his eyes. I thought he was getting sleepy so went to pop him back into his bed but he sprang into life and scrambled/scratched at me and started crying so I just sat up with him. He settled back on my lap and fell asleep.

His parents came home and I told them and saw them flash a look at each other briefly but they just said 'it must have been a dream'. I said nothing but thought it was a bit odd they didn't think it was unusual for him to have screamed so loudly in terror and bit his lip so badly.

My boyfriend at the time was very non-woo ( I seem to always end up with non-woo men - a good thing!) and he came to collect me after my shift. This was pre me having a mobile phone so he had no idea what had happened. He got off his motorbike and walked up to the front of he house. The lights were on, TV on, the mum and dad talking and laughing to me - all looked very normal.

My boyfriend just said a quick hi and 'let's go' to me.

Once we were home he said to me 'I could not get you away from that house quicker. It gave me the absolute creeps and made my blood turn cold'. He had never said anything like that to me before or after.

I often wonder what happened to that young boy and if parents had any idea what was going on. I think they did but didn't want to mention it, maybe they had gone through many babysitters! Poor kid.

When I see pictures of the late Queen Mother's teeth I get a whiff of evil

How odd, me too!

Sure it's not just the whiff of halitosis?

Has anyone been to Portland Bill? Dorset? That place gives me the creeps. We also stayed on Lundy Island and the Holiday Cottage was just the eeriest place. It was definitely not a holiday as we didn't sleep! To make things worse, the electricity there turns off at midnight!

@wellhelloyou Have a search for the Haunted Barracks thread on ARRSE, the unofficial army forums. All these very unwoo soldiers certainly seem to come across some very woo things. I certainly heard all about Cultybraggan from TA oppos.

Flipping heck @TooManyPaws how strange, I’m new to this section on MN and starred to read this thinking about one time in the TA when I was on Stag (night watch) with an infantry regiment in North Yorkshire on training manoeuvres - something absolutely chilled my bones all of a sudden, I was convinced there was a malevolent ‘something’ out there watching (stalking) us. It went after about 30 minutes but I swear I haven’t felt anything like it since, my relief felt a ‘’wash’ when he came out and we presumed it was someone playing silly buggers but we checked in ( we were bivvying in a ruin of some sort, nothing historical that we knew) all were all sound asleep. Next day all was ‘normal’ but I can sometimes flash back to it, how odd.

In relation to gut instinct definitely read a book called The Gift of Fear by Gavin deBecker, he goes into that 'gut' feeling and it's fascinating.

I love this thread it's interesting, creepy, and chilling, in equal measure.

Viewed a very normal looking 3 bed home yesterday, the estate agent put the absolute fear in me. He wasn’t physically intimidating- young and of slight build, but OMG a sense of evil was radiating out of him.
Fortunately he had a trainee with him so we weren’t alone, I instinctively kept moving away from him. When I left I started to feel sick and drained, this eased after a couple of hours.
The whole encounter has totally put me off using this particular estate agent, I have had bad vibes about people before, but nothing as visceral as this.