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.

All I can say is please act on your feelings, intuition or whatever.

I too can't stand Glastonbury although the abbey is fine and I hated Lindesfarne Island too, I couldn't get off it fast enough. I can't explain it, just an overwhelming feeling of dread, evil, foreboding. DH said I'd turned very pale all the time we were there.

I wish someone else would come along who's been to Kamloops. I'd love to know if as many people thought it was as creepy as think Glastonbury is. Not that that would give an explanation.

I found Mostar similar to the descriptions of Glastonbury and Kamloops - very oppressive feeling.

I felt a horrible chill at Howarth and at the parsonage where the Bronte family lived. I really felt uncomfortable and had to leave, which was a shame as I love their work.

Kamloops is a mill town. some people consider it a shithole. Never been there so can't comment further.

Haworth obvs.

globalnews.ca/news/1235916/kamloops-pulp-mill-so-smelly-that-60-people-phone-police-overnight/

also mines around there etc. very blue collar.

As a child we visited a village in Norfolk called Tasburgh. We went to have a look at the church and its surrounding grounds (my parents had a thing about visiting churches) and I found it unbearable! The whole area (church and cemetery) had the most oppressive feeling to it, inside the church was the worst, and I had to leave and wait on the road. We stayed in this village for a couple of weeks, every night I had nightmares and when we drove or walked past it I couldn't even look at it. It made me feel physically ill. I've never felt like this before or since but the only word I can use to describe this church is dark.

It's nearly 30 years since I've been there but my heart is racing thinking about it.

My old ground floor flat in a Victorian house. I had nightmares nearly every single night about being chased out of the house. One morning I woke up actually praying, out loud, to the 'house' to leave me alone. I had some really, really chilling dreams that frequently ended with me yelling 'alright, I'm going!' and running out and leaving the spirits to it.

Some really spooky shit happened in the flat, but the dreams and the feeling that I was not wanted there, were horrible.

I found out a few years later that the house had been used as a hospice for First World Soldiers. And just typing that and remembering one of the dreams I had before I knew the history has genuinely sent a full-on shiver along my spine.

I pass the house every few months or so and part of me is intrigued to know how I'd feel being in there again.

Oh I remember one from my childhood. We walked along a familiar cliff top pathway and I was suddenly overcome with utter terror. I threw myself on the ground, clutched at grass, yelled at my parents to get away from the cliff top. I remember it in crystal clear detail. I was utterly convinced someone was about to die, and assumed it would be one of us.

The next day, a man took his two daughters to the cliff top and threw them from the top. One survived, one died.

I didn't used to believe in this sort of stuff, but intuition is very powerful and I've had moments where instinct has warned me off something or somewhere.

Feeling the presence of evil though? I was driving along one day, lovely sunny summers day, listening to music, feeling happy and cheerful when I stopped at a mini roundabout and made eye contact with another driver. Instantly it felt like my blood went cold, I felt the hairs on my arm stand up and I started to shake. I've no idea why but I felt he was a very, very bad person.

He looked quite normal, burgundy small hatch back, probably in his fifties with grey hair, clean shaven, not scruffy. It was only about 30 seconds that our eyes locked but it honestly terrified me for no reason.

Back in the early 70s, my cousin's father, I was about 9/10 yrs old. Didn't meet him many times and always with family around. My aunt was in hospital for an op, my mum wanted to visit her and there were restrictions on visitor numbers so my mum told me to go and wait with this man by his car as in "go and wait with X". This man smiled/grin at me and in that moment I hugged myself and told my mum I didn't want to. I couldn't explain the terrible feelings I had about this man to her, she just told me not to be so silly, it's only X!

A couple of months later he was arrested and subsequently jailed, for continually raping my cousin for 2 yrs from the age of 8 . Thinking back now, the look he was giving me was one of lasciviousness which was not a look I had come across before but my gut instinct was telling me something was very wrong. And there was something very evil about him.

Mum says there didn't appear to be anything "wrong" about him to the adults but us young girls, did not like him - go figure ........

I don't like Glastonbury (town) at all. How interesting that I'm not alone - I've never told anyone that before because it sounds crazy.

When I was at school, I had a friend used to live in a very old house that was part of a former monastery. There was one section of the house - the dining room and the room above it - that everyone was creeped out by. Just a really horrible feeling.

It's all been places for me rather than people - I don't think I've ever met someone who radiated evil. Thankfully

so, I have to ask - what IS it about glastonbury? does it have a bad history?

I don't like Glastonbury bury either; there's something quite chilling and soulless about it. Soulless like Terry Pratchett's elves are soulless, that's the only way I can describe it. I like the tor though.

I didn't like Howarth either, though that might have something to do with the fact that it was so bone chillingly cold and cheerless.

Yes, in the last job I worked in. It came in the form of something resembling a major mechanical malfunction in the Cabbage Patch Doll factory. I thought I was being irrational but then swiftly realised it was actually just evil. Needless to say the evil being was slayed by getting out of there as soon as possible!

Lynda - do you meant the house jn Glastonbury?? My dad grew up in a really old house that was part of the monastery there, my mum always said It was terrifying sleeping jn that house

Ooh no trying - this house was in Norfolk.

I don't know what it is about Glastonbury - it's very odd. Agree that the Tor is lovely, as is Worthy Farm.

Yeh, 2 things.
I got a bad vibe from a toilet in a place that i was staying at. Couldnt shake teh feeling. Something made me feel that something bad had happened in there and it was something to do with the bath.

The other thing was many years ago. This guy was an orthodontist. Everything about him shouted creepy. He was treating my kids and i just couldnt relax. Kept telling myself he is a perfectly nice person but something just wasnt right. He was an oldish man so no idea if he still works. His appointments were always at around 6pm and one day i got a phonecall to say that he couldnt make his appointment [a month away] as he had to go to a funeral????
Weird!

Lynda I hesitated for a while about posting about. Glastonbury because I thought it might sound too daft, but dad and my friend were very clear about it and I'm intrigued that others have found the same, maybe it is the leylines!
It put me off ever going there! Sounds like the area outside the town is completely different though.

My husband and I were walking in the Peak District. Lovely walk until we arrived in Youlgreave. Cold, odd place. Felt unwelcome and as though we were being watched.
Reminiscent of "The Slaughtered Lamb" in the film American Werewolf in London.

Ive dealt with some nasty people , but the one person I had an absolutely visceral reaction to , was someone I met , whilst doing something totally innocuous . I'd been food shopping with the DC's , had put the stuff in the boot , then gone back to return the trolley because it was one of those you needed a token to use , clipped the trolley into the line , took the token and turned round to find this man standing right behind me . As in RIGHT behind me . I did the normal look up , step out of his way and smile , but as I looked at his eyes , it was like there was nothing here . Nothing at all . Now I'm no sensitive petal , in fact I'm virtually impossible to intimidate . But I'm telling you , my stomach turned to liquid , and I went absolutely icy . Grabbed the DC's and FLED . And he hadn't even said a word . I've never ever seen him since , and in our town , that's virtually impossible . I've never reacted to anyone like that , before , or since . In fact even thinking about him has set the hairs rising on my arms .

I too dislike Glastonbury, as does a friend of mine. Strange to see so many people on here saying the same, quite amazing. It's the feeling in the town, and I agree it feels dead, static, ominous. Hate the place. In one shop I had such a bad feeling about someone in there I had to leave it immediately, such a nasty, creepy feeling from the person.

Strangely someone who I have known for a long time [but never trusted, and who has shown her true colours lately] has moved there. I never want to go near the place.

I got a really bad feeling from someone in a supermarket queue once. I was shaken by an awful vibe I was getting from a bloke, like something was being given off by him and it felt really bad. Couldn't stop looking at him, and couldn't understand why others didn't pick it up.

I also have had bad feelings from Tintagel Castle, Tintern Abbey [the kitchen/scullery] and a quadrant at Oxford University where I entered on a lovely sunny day yet felt something awful had happened there. I had to leave quickly.

Also because of childhood events making me vigilant and observant, I can sum people up quite well. I notice things others don't seem to, looking and listening, reading body language [it's a survival thing]...and I am usually spot on. Even if I doubt myself in the beginning, the person goes on to show who they really are in time....and who I suspected they were.

To be fair I also get good feelings about people and places. Gut feelings and instincts are there to protect us I'm sure.

I'm glad it's not just me that feels uneasy about George Osborne, it's summed up perfectly by Frankie Boyle, who describes him as 'A man who is not afraid to bark at his hairdresser, “Demented syphilitic emperor!” and his tailor, “Prom night at Slytherin!”'

Those who are saying about survival meaning their body language skills may be honed like me might be interested to watch 'lie to me' based on the work of Paul ekman who developed the science of reading micro expressions.

One of the characters is a 'natural' at telling if someone is lying. Because of her violent father she's learned to read people quickly in order to survive. Ekman did a study and found 50 naturals but has declined as far as I can tell to comment on whether they were victims of abuse/violence.