"A Sense of Evil"

[phs3194]

My story isn't about a spooky person or place, but a thing. A Colt Detective snubbie. I bought this gun about 20 years ago. As long as I owned it I kept thinking about using it to commit suicide. I had a dozen other pistols in the house, but that one preyed on my mind. After 3 or 4 months I sold it and the problem went away. I don't know anything of the guns history, but I've never had another affect me that way.

 

[venomballistics]

You want to see spooky? These pictures are of a priest that was in charge of a youth group when my daughter was younger. I forbid her to be anywhere near this individual ever. Check the eyes. Freaked me out. Downloaded from her camera.
DW

Jesus H Jones dude ....
do a google search on that one and see what became of him.
genetic glitch or windows to a soul black as original sin .... I wouldn't take chances either. it might be interesting to see what kind of a name he's made for himself though, if only to keep an eye on him.

 

[wbraswell]

It's just my opinion, that men of faith shouldn't wear goatees. That's just something that's always associated with Satan. Ever see a picture of him without one?

 

[williamlayton]

I don't get the same sense of fear about this Priest that some do---Just me, now the beard thing also leaves me in a quandry as to why this is a feeling.
You follow your instincts and I will also.
Blessings

 

[carpriver]

I have been following this thread. I believe in a sixth sense or what ever you want to call it. While in southeast Asia I was the CQ; I was to do 15 min checks on the ARVN guards that were assigned to guard our perimeter. I has just stepped around the corner of the building and stopped to get a sense of the area. I got this feeling" YOU NEED TO MOVED NOW! I took 2-3 steps and there was the sound of slugs hitting the wall and then the gun shots, then all hell broke lose. I have met men and women with "dead eyes" and I could not get away fast enough. When working as a mental health crisis worker I was called to the county jail to interview a man who has just been arrested and charged with child rape. I was to assess this man for suicidal intend. I could feel the evil in this man.

 

[long colt frazier]

You want to see spooky? These pictures are of a priest that was in charge of a youth group when my daughter was younger. I forbid her to be anywhere near this individual ever. Check the eyes. Freaked me out. Downloaded from her camera.
DW

Appears to be red eye removal program maybe camera based causing the black eyes. Still creepy looking

 

[Joewisc]

This may not qualify as evil, but once during a trek in the AZ desert, I slipped and fell into a clump of cholla cactus during a long hike while it was 110 degrees and I was almost out of water. A rattler peeped out from under a nearby rock as I plucked several needles out of my leg and subsequently lost my sense of direction. Talk about dread.

 

[pawncop]

Karnivore,

I have experienced a sense of foreboding on a number of occasions. Most of the time it turned out to be nothing.

Very recently I was in a local grocery store, I had just completed my shift at the PD and was picking up a few items to fix for the evening meal.

I'm in plainclothes, standing in line, (my agency allows me to display my firearm so long as my badge is visible), and I see the distinct pattern of a red dot laser on a sign next to me. First glance I think it is part of the display sign, then it disappears and reappears and disappears again.

I start looking around, trying not to be too alarmist, it could be someone with a pointer or it could be worse.

Am unable to locate anyone behind me so I stay VERY alert as I complete the purchase and go to my car.

Probably some moron playing with a pointer but you can be assured I will be very alert in that store for a good while.

 

[Roadtrash]

I've seen a few people on some tv program that have colored the white part of the eye to give that evil look. It's risky and if it gets into the pupil of the eye it can cause blindness I hear

 

[Frank46]

Our catholic church had a lower church that was built first and then later they built the upper church on top of the other one. I was sitting at mass one sunday and I believe the priest was giving the sermon. Off to my left front I saw something black rise up where some other attendees were and head up towards the ceiling and disappear. I noticed some commotion where this happened so at this point I am pretty sure I was not the only one who had seen this.

I worked shift work for close to 30 years. Actually liked the 3-11 and 12-8 shifts as I could get my work done without the bosses being around. Blue prints of the company property showed that at one time there was an Indian burial ground on company property. Well near as I could figure out the location was fairly near to one of our pump houses.
I had a mechanic who would rather get sent home than work there late at night alone. So I usually went down there to help him. Said things don't feel right here. And here was the approximate location of the burial ground. I never noticed anything except the wild dogs walking down the road behind you. Few stones in their direction usually cured that. Now scarey things like a half full tanked coming in to our dock to offload fuel oil. But instead of comeing alongside with tugs he's heading straight towards the dock. The boat drops anchor chains but she's too close for the to do anything. Wham bow on to the concrete dock. Put a 6-8' wide gash through the steel plates and about 15 ' high. We've had that dock hit a few times. After I retired one of my friends called to say that section of the dock ended up in the east river. Frank

 

[627 city hunter]

Unfortunately, I have had uncanny feelings of evil that were justified.

The feelings I recall were warranted. Attempted muggings, suicide, and worse.

If you have doubts in a peculiar situation, leave.

As a civilian, my experiences have made me wary.

 

[george minze]

In the 60's as a rooky cop, now and then you had to fill in for a oldtimer walking beat cop. Contrary to what us youngsters thought those were choice jobs for many reasons.....No radio's just call box conection with district. Your calls were pre determened as to a schedule by the hour. Different beats called at different times...You learned the sounds or lack of sounds of a sleeping city darn quick. No large city is actually with out sound, certain normal night sounds you learn right away others proobably take years to get used to......Every once in a while the sounds of the city would seem to just stop...You sensed it more than not hearing sounds. When it happened it seemed that every walking beat cop sensed it also as the baton signels would begin. (The tapping of your stick on a metal light pole, and sure enough all the lights on top of the call boxes would start blinking) Later you would ask the call boy what was going on, he would just say I just felt funny and wanted every one to check in......What was it? Who knows but even the oldtimers would tell you...When you get that feeling (watch out)..It was a strange lack of sound, city sleeping sound, that caught your attention....I alwaqys had great respect for those old time walking beat cops, they seemed to have developed a 6th sense about the sleeping city........They knew more than the most educated guy on the department....Great teachers for a rooky cop.

 

[banjo201]

I am a minister and back in the 80's I was pastoring a church in New Mexico. The church had a parsonage next door to the church. The parsonage had a chain link fence around the yard with the front gate directly in front of the home. From the home, you could go through the back door of the church and enter a hallway that wound it's way through the Sunday School rooms. I would often go to a small study that was located just on the other side of the baptistry. There was a door on the other side of the baptistry that opened out into the hallway.
One afternoon I was studying when I heard someone begin walking up the hallway. It easy to hear because it was an old church that had hardwood floors. I heard the steps come up the the doorway just on the other side of the baptistry and they stopped. I wasn't too worried because I thought it was my wife coming out to get me. However, the steps started again and faded. After about 45 minutes, I finished up and went back to the house and asked my wife what she wanted. She asked, "What do you mean?" and I replied that I had heard her come down the hallway in the church. She said that she had never left the house all day.
Back in the 90's, I took a summer job, delivering school buses from the Bluebird plant in North Georgia. We delivered throughout the US but I remember one trip where we were taking four buses to Canton, Ohio. We usually traveled in groups of four, with a lead driver that pulled a van behind his bus that we would drive back. This particular trip, I had a bus that would not go over 55 mph. Needless to say, I was the last bus in line. The lead driver decided to pull in at a truck stop near Cincinnati to try and sleep for a couple of hours before pulling in. The other three drivers were able to find a place to park up close but since I was last, I had to pull all the way in the back of the truck stop parking lot.
I went toward the back of the bus and decided to try to sleep by stretching across the aisle of the bus, with my head in one seat and my feet in the seat across. As I lay there, I suddenly remembered that I had not pushed the door all the way shut. This bus had the old swing arm door that you had to push it all the way in to lock the door. I thought that since I'm laying down, it will be okay. However this strong sense came over me that I needed to get up and shut the door completely. I lay there for about 10 minutes trying to argue myself into just leaving it alone but this sense became stronger, so I finally got up and secured the door and then went and lay back down.
About 5:00 am, I was suddenly woken up by the sound of someone trying to pry open the door. I did not have a firearm with me, as the company completely forbid carrying one. I raised up and watched this man try to get the door open. After a couple of minutes, he finally gave up and left. Who knows what might have happened if I had not gotten up and secured the door?

 

[AKAOV1MAN]

1972: I had just made sergeant, but I still liked to go out on the street with my old partner from the detective division rather than sit in the office and try to act like a boss.
I liked working with him because he was also former military and we kept to the standard of not staying too close together when approaching someone so it would be hard for one guy to take us both out. At about 1:30 AM we spotted a guy who was just begging for a field contact-would not look at us-two big guys in an obvious unmarked squad car. We pulled ahead of him got out and started our approach. We were about 4 feet apart, I was getting a really bad feeling and was reaching for my weapon when my partner started shooting, put all 6 rounds from his old registered magnum in a palm size pattern on the guys' chest. DRT(dead right there). I did not see a gun on the guy, and his hands were in view and empty. I was completely stupified, asked ***? Partner said "he had really bad eyes". Checking the corpse I found a cocked 1911 in his rear waistband, an old S&W "lemon squeezer" .32 in his left pocket, and a High Standard 2 shot in his right sleeve, all fully loaded. I never knew how he knew, but he bet his career, pension and freedom on a gut feeling. I thought the guy was hincky also, but not enough to start shooting.
The kicker was that when the paramedics arrived, they found a live grenade taped to the guys' left leg where one might pack a leg holster. The grenade was the baseball type then in use in VN, and was LIVE! The pin had been straightened to make it easier to pull out.
Even though both of us were entirely compentent to handle the grenade we and everyone else blocked off the street till the bomb techs got there and removed it.
The moral of this little story? Pay attention to "feelings" and also do a really good serach-even on someone who is DRT. Was my fault, I was doing the search and was distracted by all the other stuff I found.
Have had bad feelings about folks since, and most of the time I was right, although not so dramatically.

 

[627 city hunter]

1972: I had just made sergeant, but I still liked to go out on the street with my old partner from the detective division rather than sit in the office and try to act like a boss.
I liked working with him because he was also former military and we kept to the standard of not staying too close together when approaching someone so it would be hard for one guy to take us both out. At about 1:30 AM we spotted a guy who was just begging for a field contact-would not look at us-two big guys in an obvious unmarked squad car. We pulled ahead of him got out and started our approach. We were about 4 feet apart, I was getting a really bad feeling and was reaching for my weapon when my partner started shooting, put all 6 rounds from his old registered magnum in a palm size pattern on the guys' chest. DRT(dead right there). I did not see a gun on the guy, and his hands were in view and empty. I was completely stupified, asked ***? Partner said "he had really bad eyes". Checking the corpse I found a cocked 1911 in his rear waistband, an old S&W "lemon squeezer" .32 in his left pocket, and a High Standard 2 shot in his right sleeve, all fully loaded. I never knew how he knew, but he bet his career, pension and freedom on a gut feeling. I thought the guy was hincky also, but not enough to start shooting.
The kicker was that when the paramedics arrived, they found a live grenade taped to the guys' left leg where one might pack a leg holster. The grenade was the baseball type then in use in VN, and was LIVE! The pin had been straightened to make it easier to pull out.
Even though both of us were entirely compentent to handle the grenade we and everyone else blocked off the street till the bomb techs got there and removed it.
The moral of this little story? Pay attention to "feelings" and also do a really good serach-even on someone who is DRT. Was my fault, I was doing the search and was distracted by all the other stuff I found.
Have had bad feelings about folks since, and most of the time I was right, although not so dramatically.

Amazing situation was this guy wanted for any crimes?

 

[PA Reb]

It's just my opinion, that men of faith shouldn't wear goatees. That's just something that's always associated with Satan. Ever see a picture of him without one?

Um, because it would probably get singed and be all blotchy looking!? Sorry, but your opinion leaves me befuddled !

 

[Marshwheeling]

It's just my opinion, that men of faith shouldn't wear goatees. That's just something that's always associated with Satan. Ever see a picture of him without one?

There are no pictures of Satan, just renderings of somebody's idea of Satan, which go a long way toward perpetrating a stereotype.

 

[wbraswell]

That's true, ask anyone to draw a picture of Satan, and what do you get? Horns, pointed ears, big grin, and goatee. Ministers shouldn't look sinister.

 

[snubbyfan]

The area of WV we live in has a centuries long history. Including stories of many people losing their lives while trying to carve a living out of the mountains.
We were hiking on a wooded trail which followed a mountain ridge and we had that moment of complete quiet. No breeze in the trees, no birds, insects or any sound at all. That was creepy but I swear I could hear voices just beyond my range of hearing and it felt like I was being watched. Spirits of the dead? My hand automatically went to my right hip. Then I remembered the trail crossed into MD and MD does not reciprocate with WV and open carry is unlawful.
We kept going and the woods eventually came back to life. We hiked this trail a few times since. Sometimes I can still hear the voices and feel the eyes. Don't mind that so much. It's when they try to drop trees on us that kinda bugs me. Came close a couple of times, ya just gotta make sure to stay aware.

 

[steamloco76]

Back in the early 1980's my dad and I were coming home from visiting my grandmother who was in long term recovery at a local hospital. A small community on the way back to our home was having its annual festival that day. My dad said we might as well stop at the festival and get some good food. I agreed.

He drove up and parked near the church. There was a small old helicopter flying around with a streamer that said "Bingo Ball Drop 1PM!!. I pointed it out to my dad. It was about 12:45. My ad got an odd look on his face, looked at the church for a minute and then said " Bill, it looks too crowded right now. I think we'll just go and grab a pizza." I was a little upset, but dad was already unlocking the car, so away we went.

20 minutes later we were entering our hometown. Several fire engines and a couple ambulances went screaming by us heading out of town. My dad was a newsman and had a scanner. I said "Dad turn on the scanner! Wonder if there is a wreck?" My dad didn't turn on the scanner, he just stopped at the pizza place and said "Let's eat here instead of going home." We were just about finished eating our pizza when a woman who knows my dad said. "I'm surprised your not covering the helicopter crash in Derry! I heard eight or nine people got killed!!"

That evening, the local TV stations had coverage. The old 1950's Bell helicopter (like the ones in M*A*S*H) was in the process of dropping hundreds of prize bingo balls on the crowded church parking lot when the pilot hit the tail rotor on a electrical wire. He lost control and plunged the chopper into the crowd. Eight people died instantly. My dad told me he got an icy chill down his spine when I pointed out the helicopter. Then, when he looked at the church he said he swore he saw an image of something in the main stained glass window. He told me he just had to get out of there as something wasn't right... He never did tell me what image he saw in the window.