Well it's been 10 years....

Ten years I say, since I started this thread. So many great stories have been told and so many members have expressed their enjoyment in reading those stories.

Would love to hear some more stories about "A Sense of Evil"

Thanks, Carnivore

PS: Yeah, the zombie thread is back.

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I saw a thread on another gun site that has kept my attention since 2007. Every now and then someone adds to it. I was hoping that some members may have something to say on the subject of "A Sense of Evil"

Have you ever been in a situation where all of the sudden you know something is wrong and you involuntarily react to it. Could just be the hair on the back of your neck standing up a little or it could be a gut wrenching wave of anxiety washing over you and there is no apparent reason why.

Here is my experience:

I had something like this happen to me in December of 2004. I was hunting at our camp in middle Georgia and was sitting in my favorite condo stand. It was about 11:00 am and suddenly it got completely quite. I mean no birds, squirrels, leaves rustling, nothing. Not even the long distance sounds of dogs barking or far away semi trucks. Nothing was moving, no wind, no sound. The way I viewed things became one dimensional, sort of like a painting, but not a picture.

I had the strong feeling that I was being watched from behind, even if I turned around in the swivel seat. I heard the seat squeak as I turned, but no other sound. No matter which way I looked, I felt like something was behind me. This went on for about ten minutes. I thought about leaving the stand, but climbing down the ladder with the feeling that something evil was watching me was not appealing.

Finally, sounds returned and my perception of the landscape was again normal. I sat in the stand till noon as planned, then rode my Rancher back to camp. My hunting partners asked how my hunt was and I did not have much to say then or for the rest of the day. Did not hunt that afternoon and the next day, morning hunt I went to a stand 7-8 miles away from my favorite stand.

I have thought that maybe I had an episode of paranoia of some sort, but I am not a worry some type of guy. Normally things do not bother me much. While it was happening I was in complete control of my thoughts and was not panicking at all. What was happening was real. How or why it happened, I do not know.

That was a horrible experience and extremely unnerving. Not one I ever want to repeat.

Has anyone else had something of this sort happen to them?

Not exactly.

But what comes to mind from many years ago is being alone in a room on simple legal matters twice with a guy, and thinking there was something really wrong and spooky about him. IIRC he was convicted a year or two later of killing a nun and decapitating two young girls.

Never happened to me, thank goodness. I got the creeps just reading that.

Yup, a couple times. One was a sense from a stop I did on a semitruck. The guy I was talking to had dead eyes. NCIC came back clear, but that dude was evil. I can see his eyes to this day. I've had a couple of different times in houses I was in that there was the sense of several people looking over my shoulder. Not evil in those cases, just spooky.

Over many years I have been alerted to upcomeing danger by the smell of leather, like boxing gloves. I cant explain that.

I have had that happen on a few occasions in the woods hunting, especially in early morning, or late afternoon low light conditions. Ive always chalked it up to my mind wandering and playing tricks. I'll sometimes hear a noise I cant identify followed by dead quiet, followed by bristled neck hair.

Then there have been occasions where I have felt the compelling urge to vacate an area and quick for no good reason other than my guts telling me so.

I think part of it is the fact that there are some predatory critters starting to show themselves in my area where there never has been my whole life. That tends to put my nerves a little more on edge when Im out there.

But yeah, I definitely know what the OP is talking about......just recalling a couple incidents is creeping me out right now.

Probably 20 years or so ago, I was hunting mule deer in central Montana far away from anything and suddenly came to realization that the only thing I was hearing was my own hearbeat. I stopped, turned my head to pick up any other noise and there wasn't any. I clapped my hands together to make a noise and to make sure I hadn't suddenly gone deaf. The wind blows nearly constant out here so rare is the day it isn't going in one ear and out the other but like you said, not even the birds or grasshoppers were making any noise. Just no noise. Really wierd.

OP: Yes, I've had it happen and more than once. I've heard it referred to as discernment and tend to call it that myself.

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its kept me breathing through some dark valleys and manifests itself in a few forms.
Sometimes I get this odd thought of doing harm to someone. just an odd visual out of the blue ... this, I have learned to take as a warning to break or avoid contact.
on a few occasions I get that haunted feeling like the OP . I ready myself to shoot my way to the proverbial door. if something dont feel right, it isnt right, but theres no telling exactly what brand of wrong your working with
then theres the ghost gun ... I'll be walking along and swear I feel a rifle slung over my shoulder this one is a proceed with caution sign

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Yes a few times. Gavin Debecker talks about it in his book The Gift Of Fear. I think Its called Intuition

I forgot one spooky instance. Anyone else been to Gettysburg? I was at Little Round Top as the sun was going down, mist started rising....even in the crowd of people there, things got very quiet.

Once, in the early 1980's, I took an evening walk downtown in a small city in the Northeast.

After a while I noticed that I was being followed by a guy;
and confirmed it by crossing the street several times.
(I walk with a very pronounced limp and cannot run)

I went into a store and called someone to get a ride home to shake him

Recently I did some research and found the face I remember
was very similar to a man convicted of being a serial killer a few years later

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First, I would suggest that no one ignore these things that we have from our Creator, like the hair on the neck sensation. A very bad idea to try and ignore or laugh off these things. You will have noticed that when you are in a place or situation that alerts you to the possibility of danger that these "senses" become more acute or "aware." Maybe you have not taken note of them, but these things are innate, and are opperating all of the time. When I was in the military, the ability to depend on "feeling" my way along became exercised to the point that it was my/our primary source of feedback as to what was going on, including the lack of the need of verbal communication with the others I worked with. We all have this ability, but we should become acquainted with it, not fear these feelings, but heed them as you would any warning signal. We were afraid to be afraid, because that was when you could mess things up for yourself, or worse, for someone else. It helped me at those times to think, or say to myself that it's "too late to be scared now," kind of gallows humor, but it works when you are about to get on the bus.

The other thing that I would say is that there is evil in the world. What a revelation huh?! Well, we are in the middle of an enormous war that is based in the realm of the Spirit. What we see with our finite faculty's is very small in comparison to the whole picture. Everything, both good and bad has a spiritual foundation. The war is one and lost in the hearts and minds of one individual at a time, based on their choices. This is what I have experienced. Choose the Light. Flapjack.

Yes I have had this happen to me more than once. When I was 23 and just married I told my wife I was going squirrel hunting and took a 22 rifle to some thick woods full of squirrels. I came across an old log cabin that was fallen down. Cabin had square nails. I was looking around on the ground for any treasure that I might find and suddenly I was smelling a foul odor. Something was dead and I was close. I followed the smell to a well that the top was built from stones. The horrible smell was coming from this well. I looked over the side but could not see the bottom. I took a rock and droped it down to see if it held water. No water. All of a sudden a feeling of danger came over me to the point that I was really freightened. Something did feel evil. I did not walk out of those woods I ran. Got in my car and went straight home. The feeling surrounding that place was unreal. Cattle were not in this area, the smell was too strong to be small animals. The top to the well prevented falling into it easily. I almost called the Sheriffs Office but talked myself out of it. About a week later I read in the local newspaper that a womans body had been discovered in that well. She was from a town about 20 miles away and her husband had killed her and dumped her in that well.

I live roughly 90 miles west of Gettysburg. I have been studying the field and collecting relics from there for many many years now. I have quite a few friends that live down there and some of them live in homes that were there during the battle. One in particular was a Union hospital site during and after the battle. The floor of one room upstairs still has visible signs of the blood that ran in small streams over the wood floors. Spending a night in this house will give you the same feelings the OP spoke of and more.

Today, the house is empty and slowly falling apart (he sold the land to a big company that wanted the land and not the house). I recently spent a night in there alone and the only reason I didn't get up to leave was that I was frozen in disbelief at what I was feeling and hearing. I'd bet good money that most people would have pizzed their pants!

I spend a big part of my summer in Gettysburg and can relate story after story to y'all. Speaking of Little Round Top, I've attached a picture that I took down there once at dusk. Can anyone explain it? I'll bet I can shoot down just about every theory y'all come up with for it. The monument is that of General Gouvenor Warren on top of Little Round Top.

shortly before moving abroad for a two year stint, my younger brother and I had a huge falling out. We have always been very close and the disagreement surrounding his life decisions, while put to bed now, was tough on both of us.

Anyways, I moved away without things being settled and we didn't talk for a while. One day I am laying in bed, and I hear the terrifying sound of an animal in the other room growling. I try to get up from the bed and I can move my limbs, but it feels like something is holding my torso down. This goes on for what feels like eternity, and then I have the sensation of waking up. In the first few moments, I am thinking (between heavy gasps), wow that was a crazy dream. Then I look around the room and everything is knocked off the dresser, the alarm clock is on the ground and the rug that is usually next to the bed is on the other side of the room.

To say the least I was pretty shaken up. I did some research and I guess I experienced textbook sleep paralysis. The weird part was, my brother called on skype shortly afterwards, relaying same dream, but with me calling out his name instead of growling. Needless to say, we put our differences behind us.

I'm not religious, and I understand the scientific causes of this phenomenon, but regardless, our minds are powerful tools that can force us to realize threats and problems, sometimes against our conscious will.

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I mean, you feel me....

Nothing really spooky and not really the kind of OP feeling but I've had weird instances. Especially, when bird hunting. I get so hyped to any sound resembling gunshots or a bird flushing. Anyway, several times I envisioned a bird flushing and me shooting only to happen exactly the way I envisioned it; from the spot of the flush to the way the bird tumbled to the sex and species.

The most memorable was 'feeling' a pheasant location in an unlikely place. Pheasants were fairly rare in the area (one a year if lucky). Well, after a fairly long push, I arrived at the truck where everyone was having lunch. I had a 'feeling' a pheasant was in a 30'x30' patch of grass next to the truck. I announced, "there's a pheasant here." and walked into the patch. Everyone looked at me stupidly. I kicked up a hen then turned back. Someone suggested the rooster may be in there but the 'feeling' was gone and answered, "just that one." He searched the patch with his dog but didn't kick up anything.

Those of use hunt know there is a sense that most animals have, watch deer antelope, elk graze with your naked eye they are cool. Then when you scope them they all of a sudden become uneasy. Most of time they will suddenly move out very soon. don't know why we shouldn't have some sense of danger left from our less civilized days.

I've experienced these feelings also. It comes in strong...I'm being watched. I check my weapons and move on out, pausing to listen and look around periodically. My wife feels this more strongly than I, and she has commented on dead eyes.

Howdy,
I think these feelings are instinctive. Maybe things we recognize and don't know why. I think there is, for a while, a indiscernible smell of death. Not a stink of rotting flesh. Not something we consciously recognize but something our instincts alert us to.
I was sent to check on a boy who reportedly had fallen off a bluff. In reality his step father had shot him to death ,his sister and his mother also after strangling the neighbor lady with her pantyhose.
There was no stink or hum of flies, just a heavy sense of dread. The "Creeps" so to speak. It took away the urgency to get to the boy and replaced it with a bit of caution.
Another example I have is the movie JURASSIC PARK when T-Rex made his appearance and howled out from the darkness in the movie and standing water shook in the puddles, I had the instinctive urge to jump up and run from the theater. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I was somehow telling myself not to be gobbled up. How far back does that go?
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Mike

When I was about six I went to stay at my grandmother's farm over night in Petaluma, Ca. Around 1963. It was my first time away from my parents. Grandma and her boyfreind had a freind who was a single dude and sometimes had children over to play in his yard. He had kid toys there in front because granny pointed out his house once on a quiet tree lined country road. His house was a two story house in need of a paint job. This guy was real nice when he was over to the farm. He looked like the guy over the fence in Home Improvement, if you seen his face in other shows. Next day granny said I was going over to that guy's house the next day and I freaked out! I got under her kitchen table and wouldn't come out until my dad drove two hours to get me. I was screaming hysterically. I thought he would be mad but everything was fine going home. The warm contrast of fear and then the safety of my dad is as vivid as if it was yesterday. I don't know why granny's freind freaked me out thinking back on it but I couldn't understand as a little kid why this single guy had kids over when he had no kids of his own. And why didn't grownups feel alarmed? Turns out he was a child mollester and went to prison for it some time after my "ordeal".
Fast forward to when I'm in my late 30's. I'm driving a forklift at work and all of a sudden hit the breaks. A vivid new memory popped into my head instantly and I don't know what triggered it. I remember helping my grandma bring groceries in the back door of the farmhouse and that neighbor was there, all nice and smiling. Then at one moment we were alone, I was picking up some baby potatoes I dropped and he got on his knee and his smile turned into an evil menacing sneer and he said something like, "You'r coming to my house tomorrow. You understand that?!" It scared me to death and that's why I hid under the table that night. His expression changed the second he knew we were alone like a dark cloud casting an omnimous shadow instantly over the back yard. I don't know how I forgot that and what brought that memory to light. But that guy was pure evil and I felt it as a six year old while the adults didn't. Repressed memory can be a phoney manipulated thing in a courtroom, but in this case it was real. But not because of what happened, but what almost happened.

Excuse the long windedness here. It's a great topic.

Just some random thoughts about this interesting topic.

I remember in E and E training being told, that when the bad guy is close to finding you in your hide, don't look him in the eye. "You'll draw his eyes right to you," was the reason. And I have used that info with success. And I have, in turn, felt the sensation of being watched...

I think also, that hunters, woodsmen and outdoor people in general don't give themselves enough credit for getting saturated in nature. The "predator is close" feeling seems to come out of nowhere, but is essentially, a "change in the force" that you sense...the absence of "normal." The unusual quiet, the weird scent that you really don't discern, but maybe your brain has picked up on anyway.

For example, ever caught yourself in mid-step when the chipmunks, squirrels or jays start up with the warning sounds?

I have also seen the the "dead" eyes in people, and I believe you're in the presence of real evil then.

I'm not on high alert as I go through life. I don't look for bad guys around every corner. I like to think I'm wary when I should be...but every now and then, when I'm oblivious and clueless, one of my dogs, [labs who usually like everyone] will take an instant dislike to someone that I barely notice. And the one time I had a chance to find out about the person they were snarling at, there was a good reason for it.

But, I also believe that good people project "goodness" or the presence of God in them. The bad guys sense them every bit as much as the reverse.

Len

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I, too have read that topic on graybeard. Some good, and scary stuff. I'm sure a lot of LEO's here have some stories, if they are willing to share. I understand not sharing, though.

I've had a creepy feeling before. Hair on the neck, being watched thing. Nothing BAD, yet.

I've also experienced deja-vu. Dreaming of something happening, or seeing it while awake, then it happens some time later. Just a moment in time, or maybe a couple of minutes worth of action. Could be the next day, could be weeks later. Always makes me stop, in my mind, and go "huh?"

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I never had those feelings until after I taught my wife how to shoot....

When processing a person whom I had arrested for drugs and alcohol I asked the standard questions and got the standard replies until I inquired if he had any aliases.

He said: "Yes, Lucifer; son of satan."

Trust me, I was then on full alert. Processing went on. He subsequently appeared in court for trial (with a public defender), was convicted, and got jail time...the exact sentence I do not recall.

On the very day Len Bias killed himself a secondary news story was that of a person who murdered his mother in their home. You likely now suspect it was the same person; it was.

I spoke with the public defender soon after and wondered if either of us could have done anything differently. No, was our consensus though we wish there was.

Be safe.

Oh yes, and I've seen it.

I remember one quiet, beautiful, summer, Sunday morning. While my family and friends were headed to church I responded to a shots fired call and found a woman lying next to her car, eyes wide open, unblinking staring into the sky. Stacked up with a couple depuites and cleared the residence. Found a man inside with a self inflicted gunshot wound to the lower abdomen.

Boyfriend had blasted her with a 12ga, OO buck at about 10 yards when she got out of her car, center mass. He went inside called her mother, told her what he'd done and killed himself. Struck me as odd that somene would gut shoot themself as a means of suicide...

If that ain't evil I dont know what is. The devil is at work in this world friends, I firmly believe that.


As far as the "funny feelings", etc. I call that my spidy-sense. My fiance laughs when I call it that, but its real, that sixth sense we get that tell us something just isn't right. It's not something to be ingnored either. If you can vacate the area. If not, take a deep breath and proceed forward with caution.

Very interesting topic. I too have seen people with those blank hollow eyes.

Reading wyatt burps experiance reminded me of a similar one I had at about the same age. I was raised in a country general store my mother ran durring world war two. You wouldnt belive the freedom of wandering the country as a small boy I was given. I guess by necessity with mom running the store by herself in a tame area I am sure wandering about a good mile from the store at 5 years old was a everyday non event.
My friend lived a little over a mile away on a farm. I was walking to his place and a 1936 chev coupe was driveing towards me and stopped. Two mean looking guys with beards that wasnt common back then asked me did I want a ride? I knew everyone in the country back then with mom running the only store around, but I didnt know these guys. I think it was the first time I can recall being scared or cautious. There was a farm house maybe a 100 yards up the road and I said no, I am almost home and pointed at it. To this day thinking about it I am fairly sure that saved my life or kept me from being molested. Strange. Back then and most my life I never would tell my mom or in later years, my dad about things like that when something happened. My dad was like that too.
Now, in my old age I am telling the world here.

At the first department I worked for after I graduated from college I was assigned to a section with a captain with a reputation of being a difficult man to work for. To this day I am not too sure if he was completely insane, completely evil, or both. We could be at a desk writing a report when suddenly there would be a cold gray feeling. We would turn around and it would be that captain just walking into the room. Everyone would have the same feeling. It was as if a cold gray cloud of evil traveled with that captain.

On one occassion he threatened to kill me. I left for another agency with a very substantial pay cut. On two occassions he threatened to kill one of my friends. He left for another agency, Contra Costa SO. One day my friend was working on a case, and he suddenly felt the cold gray feeling. He turned around and there was the captain. He had come up to Contra Costa on another case.

Years later I was in court on a case. The defendent had these crazy Charles Manson eyes. After the trial the judge said that she was never so frightened by a defendent the way he looked at her. She thought that he was pure evil. That defendent was not half as scary as that captain.

Make no mistake, there is evil in this world. It is up to us to fight it.

I am firmly convinced that the world became a better place when Saddam Hussein hit the bottom of that rope.

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I work with inmates all day long and most don't scare me, but there are a few that will scare anyone.

A few months ago on a Friday I fell asleep watching TV in my living room and woke up at around 1:30 am with the oddest feeling. Couldn't describe it to you very well just felt odd. So I grabbed my 640 and flash light checked on the kids and made sure the doors were locked and grabbed my baton and extra speed loader.

I eventually fell back asleep and nothing happened but I made sure that 640 was in my hand.

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Hi:
I had an experence when i was in high school (1950s) that I had not thought about for years.
One afternoon I dozed off on the living room couch. I was the only one at home.
I partly woke and was unable to move my limbs but was semi-conscious.
I thought I had died. I thought that if I could at least move a finger I wouldn't die. I really tried to move the little finger of my left hand. I was finally able to move the finger, than the hand, than the arm, and finally my legs. Then I became totally conscious and was able to sit up on the couch. It was like my body was totally paralysis but my mind was barely conscious. I never related this occurance as I couldn't explain it.
Jimmy

Speaking of strange feelings and foreboding.

Last year me and my wife were on a holiday trip in France, driving around in a rental car, improvising as we went, finding a hotel when the day ended.

One late afternoon we were again getting ready to find a hotel for the night. We saw a small two storey hotel by the roadside, in a well populated area on the coast.

We parked the car and entered the hotel lobby. It was a two or three star hotel, not very well kept but not exceptionally bad either. There was a young man in this thirties that came to greet us. We wanted to see the rooms. The host showed us a room on the second floor, with a large balcony with a very nice view onto the sea.

The price was well within our budget and we decided to take the room. When we got back to reception, surprisingly the host said we should pay in advance. This is very odd as the custom is to pay when you leave. He had some kind of explanation of making sure we do not leave without paying. I had an eerie feeling and did not offer my credit card, opting instead for cash.

The hotel was empty, it seemed we were the only guests. We took our bags to the room and drove the car to the nearest town to do some shopping for groceries. On the way we discussed that there was something strange about the manners of the host of the hotel, but we could not pinpoint what it was.

When we came back to the hotel it was already getting dark. There were no cars in the small parking lot. The hotel was totally dark.

We went to our room, set up a supper on the table on the balcony. There were four rooms on the seaside of the hotel, with the balconies in a row. We were on the first balcony. The third or fourth balcony had the door to the room open. On the table of the balcony were a couple of glasses, half full. I remembered that they were just like that a couple of hours earlier when we had left to town. Not a thing had been moved on that balcony, which felt a bit odd in a hotel.

It became very dark, we sat at the table on our balcony, ate our supper we bought from a supermarket, enjoyed the night sky and the stars. Suddenly I heard a very loud noise somewhere very near, but could not see anything in the almost total darkness. We both startled. Then I heard the noise again. Then I saw what it was - a big chicada had entered the balcony and was sitting on the wall.

We relaxed and continued enjoying the Mediterranean summer night. Out of the blue something hit me in the head. The chicada had jumped from the wall and hit me right in the temple. We chuckled at the scare.

Finally we went to bed. I was feeling a bit nervous and closed and locked the balcony door even though it was hot in the room and there was no air conditioning. My wife seemed to understand well, she felt uneasy, too. We discussed that something does not feel right, but decided it was just because of the darkness and that we were tired, and went to bed.

We did not fall asleep, we both kept turning around in bed. We said to each other that something is wrong, this place does not feel good.

We decided to have a look around. We dressed and quietly left the room, slid down the unlit stairs, very softly and carefully went across the small lobby and carefully opened and then closed behind us the main door. We were on edge, having a tingly feeling.

We had a look at the front of the hotel, not a single light, every window totally black. There was another car in the parking lot beside ours. We went past the two parked card and around the corner, then took a dark alley to the other side of the hotel. We took a look at our room, one in the row of four balconies. It felt good to be on the outside, and a dreary feeling to think of going back inside.

There were also a few windows with no balconies and there was a light in one of the windows. Someone moved in the room and we heard muffled sounds of talking. Everything seemed normal in that, a couple of guests getting ready to sleep.

All the other windows were pitch black, including our balcony. We continued walking around the small building of the hotel, and came out to the main street through another alley. The hotel felt very menacing by now.

We crossed the street as there was a small building with a couple of shops in it, with the soft light of the front windows standing out in the darkness. We had a look at the adverts in the windows, the other shop was a realtor's office, the other some other type of office.

Me and my wife did not feel like returning to the black and eerie building of our hotel so we found a place to sit under a big tree. I picked the place as it was in the shadows, I did not want for us to stand out on the quiet street. Call me paranoid, but having gone through guerrilla warfare training I have learned the value of seeing and not being seen.

As we sat there pondering our next move we heard a motorcycle. Not a car had passed us even though this is the only road along the densely populated coast. The motorcycle rounded a bend, slowed down and stopped in front of a fence that was around the other end of the hotel. The rider put the bike on the stand, opened a gate, rode the bike inside and closed the gate. It seemed to be the same guy that had checked us in a few hours earlier.

A light came up on the second floor and we saw the guy move around with no shirt on. It seemed he was doing his evening routines and preparing to sleep. Just after a few minutes the light went out. We still sat under the tree, quietly whispering to each other.

Then we both reached the decision: we are not going to stay in this hotel. Too many out-of-place incidents: almost empty hotel at the peak of season, no other guests except for the one room, the somewhat creepy host that did not act according to the normal hotel routines, the balcony of the other room being in a state just like someone left in a hurry and no-one cleaning up the table, the guy coming in late on his motorcycle and switching off lights in his room almost immediately. To top it all off the chicada jumped right at my head.

Hesitatingly we walked across the street to the hotel main door, entered the lobby, walked upstairs to our room. With a sense of urgency we packed our bags. We felt tension rising, it was very uncomfortable to be in the room.

Not a moment too soon we stepped out into the corridor, me carrying the large bags, my wife carrying a smaller one. We quietly shut the door and once more went down the dark stairs to the lobby. My wife opened the main door and I took the bags out, then I went back inside and left the key on the counter. Then I took the bags to the car, helped my wife into the car, put the bags in the trunk. All the while I was doing this I watched around, listened carefully.

With a sense of relief I started the engine and drove out on the street. In the town not ten kilometers away we took a room in a modern Best Western hotel. It was a huge relief to be in a normal hotel, with every little detail being as it should be.

In the morning we woke up in a good mood and had a good laugh at our sillyness. How can grown up people get so scared of a hotel that they abandon the room in the middle of the night? But we both agreed that this was exactly the right thing to do, not a hint of doubt about it.

You cannot tell if there really was some danger or if our imagination just ran wild. But when you get such a strong sense of doubt and then fear, it is better to act on it. I am happy we did not stay to see those cards.

I don't pretend to know what was going on , but you've got the makings of a great spooky novel there!

Went to a Krispy Kreme once with the wife and granddaughter. We were at a table and in walks a homeless guy. Unkempt, dishevelled look but absolutely non aggressive. Age @ 35.
What I noticed was his personal projection, for want of a better description. He was well built, healthy and had clear eyes. He went to the head, came back out and was standing in a corner by the backdoor.
In walks a young mother with her daughter. Mom was 25ish, very attractive. He locked on her like a laser. He watched her bottom all the way to the front counter until she turned a corner. He actually licked his lips. He exited out the backdoor and walked around the place 2 times while she was eating her doughnuts.
I told my wife what I saw and what I felt and had her go to the young lady and tell her what had just happened and that I was going to watch them to the car. (You have to understand, I'm 6'2" tall and >325lbs, and about 46" across the shoulders. I tend to be very intimidating so I didn't want her scared of me.)
She thanked us, and I saw her safely to her car. I made sure she wasn't followed, but he had completly disappeared. This KK is located on the end of a parking lot with visability @200 yards in any direction. That dude had evil all over him.

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My Mom spoke of that very thing, but as the sun rose.

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I believe that humans possess a sixth sense, an ability to sense danger/evil/threats. It's part of our psyche, it helps us stay out of danger. The stupid among us bluster through it and suffer the consequences. The rest of us heed the signals and act accordingly. I believe that both good and evil exist in our world. The good in all of us keeps the evil at bay.

Know the feeling, and always pay attention to it. But once had an experience totally different from a sense of danger. Was driving down a country road when a car came to a stop on the intersecting side road. Mini-van with a woman driving, and kids in the back. I would swear she looked at me when she stopped. Was only going about 45 and as I got to her it was almost as if a voice in my ears screamed "BRAKES". I about stood on the brake and clutch and it was good I did, she pulled out right across my path. If I hadn't braked I would have T-boned her. As it was I had to swerve like hell to the right to miss her (God bless the inventor of anti-lock brakes). Every time I think of this I wonder was there some visual clue that I reacted to subconsciously or if maybe my (or her) guardian angel was riding shotgun.

I’ve never experienced anything like the O.P. or others have written about, but on several occasions I have sensed that something was not right, I can’t explain what the feeling is but I just knew to be careful. Each time my alert status went up and I left the area as soon as I could.

I firmly believe that whoever created us gave us this inner threat alert for a reason, and I for one pay attention to it.

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I am glad to see these posts taking this topic in a serious way.

I have come to truly believe in good and evil. I believe that God gives us our senses for a reason. Often we use those senses to protect ourselves and our loved ones.
I have also met those with the "empty eyes". I describe them as "shark eyes". Cold with no emotion.
The last one I met was just before I retired. He was a serial killer that I had to interview just after he killed his last three victims.
It actually bothered me being there with him. Not that I was afraid he would hurt me, just that he was pure evil. I could feel it.

I agree about Gettysburg, two of my childhood friends and I have been there six times over the years are still planning another vacation there.
We agree that we are almost drawn there by something. It's more than the history.

I think that there is a lot that we don't yet understand about ourselves and the world around us.

Not Gettsyburg, but I had two such experiences several years ago at Shiloh. The lesser was on the Sunken Road, but the kicker was standing on the edge of Bloody Pond.

I don't know if it was a sense of evil. It was decidedly out of place. Especially when you feel the temperature drop in the middle of summer and the birds go quiet.

I Know the feeling well. It has saved my bacon on two occasions. I'm here to post because I moved when I was "told". Call it God wispering in your ear or instinct if you want. I believe God protects his own just as Satan mentors his own. I also believe some of us have been given the ability to recognize the evil among us and the "dead eyes" stand out. I think that explains why the serial killer or child molester next door always seems to his neighbors to be, most times, "a really nice guy".

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Hey jimmyj, the keyword in your experience is " semi-conscious". That all has to do with REM sleep my friend - we are basically paralyzed when we are in REM sleep, its a safety mechanism in our brain to keep us from hurting ourselves while we sleep. You came into a semi-conscious state but your brain was lagging behind thus not allowing you to move. Once it caught back up with you, movement was allowed again. I'll bet it was pretty scary though! There's a medical term for it but it slips my mind right now but you're good to go!

I've occasionalyy had the sense of threat, sometimes to the point of hair-raising. I was working Late at a little company outside Madison.
Had access to the building, and frequently came in at night. The
equipment I was running was pretty loud, too. I suddenly got that
"not-alone" feeling, and it scared the heck out of me. I can't deal
with fear, so I picked up the nearest hammer, and went hunting.
Never found a thing, but the feeling persisted. I went home very
soon after the tour. Why go hunting for trouble? Anything that
scares me that bad has to be confronted. Hadn't thought of that in
years, What's left of my hair is trying to stand up, and I think
I'll go out and check around. TACC1

I've not had experiences like some posters, but numerous times in my life I've had a thought just erupt in my head that said "Get out of where you are, NOW!" I've always done it and never heard of anything bad happening where I had been. I still listen to my minds eye immediately. Another time, A drunk pulled out in front of me on my motorcycle and I knew in a millisecond that there was no choice but to hit him. An incredible feeling of calm came over me and a "feeling" poured into me that communicated "I got you and you will be fine." Never in my life have I been so at ease as in that very brief few seconds. I also have an uncanny sense about people VERY close to me when something is not right with them. It usually manifests itself with a sudden filling of the mind with thoughts of them, then a Very sour stomach, shakes, and finally, a trip to the restroom. A call or contact with them then fills in the blanks. Strange, but it has happened many times. I've also had lots of "deja-voo" instances. Many from as far back as five or six years old. I don't ignore it, but don't bring it up at parties either.

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Me, too. I certainly wouldn't discount anything someone else has felt, it just hasn't happened to me. I have, though, had that "Something isn't right and I need to leave" feeling. I always take the warning and get out, so I don't know if there's anything to it or not, but I'm guessing there is. Many times I've exited my truck to check the seal on the trailer or throw away some garbage and the little voice has told me to bump my tires. I rarely find a flat, but I have seen unsavory types hanging around where they shouldn't be. Maybe the sight of a weapon (a 20" long piece of solid hickory) deterred them, or encouraged them to move on to a different "customer". Who knows? All I can tell you is that I will always listen to that little voice.

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it's called sleep paralysis. it is what I am talking about in my "episode" too. Absolutely terrifying experience. A lot of alien encounters and other "unexplainable" events are more likely than not a byproduct of this natural phenomenon. This experience is found in almost every region and culture of the world. A rational explanation makes it none the less scary when it is happening though.

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I mean, you feel me....

I imagine it would indeed be a terrifying experience. Thanks for posting the correct terminology

Wow, another reason not to hunt.

Believe it guys. Fredo has seen the elephant....

It happens to me all the time. I will be sleeping and having a nightmare but in the nightmare I know I'm still asleep. In order to stop the nightmare, I know I have to wake up and the only way to wake myself up is to move a limb or hand or foot. I then concentrate hard on moving my hand which I force it to do and then I'm suddenly wide awake. No haziness but wide-eyed awake.

Not all my nightmares end that way. You know those dreams where you're falling in a deep hole? I once dreamt it all the way through - maybe because I was curious - but I hit the bottom and died. The dream went blank and I said to myself, "This all it is?" Then I awoke.