"A Sense of Evil"

[Karnivore]

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?

 

[rocketdog]

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.

 

[monet61]

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

 

[A10]

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.

 

[feralmerril]

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

 

[RIDE-RED 350r]

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.

 

[mtelkhntr]

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.

 

[captorquewrench]

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.

 

[venomballistics]

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

 

[cotton]

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

 

[A10]

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.

 

[jeffsmith]

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

 

[amazingflapjack]

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.

 

[badge107]

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.

 

[PA Reb]

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.

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.

 

[godlessgael]

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.

 

[quneur]

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.

 

[hannstv]

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.

 

[cincinnatijim]

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.

 

[mstuhr]

Instinct

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?
Thanks
Mike