"A Sense of Evil"

A story not of evil, but of goodness.

My paternal grandmother died when my father, the oldest of eight children, was ten years old. They lived on a small farm in a very rural area. The only church was a small Lutheran church which served the farming families in the area without regard for denomination. My grandmother had been married before and had left her husband to marry my grandfather, a scandalous thing at the turn of the century before WWI. The "ladies" of the congregation went to the minister and opposed him preaching my grandmother's funeral, using the excuse that she had never been properly baptized. The minister said that he could not, in Christian faith, refuse to preach a funeral for anyone. The "ladies" were very upset and stated talking about leaving the church, having him removed as pastor, etc. The pastor reached a compromise by agreeing to preach her funeral in front of the church but not inside. They day of the funeral was a bright, sunny Kentucky day, not a cloud in the sky. As the buckboard wagon pulled up in front of the church with my grandmother's casket, a light shower of rain fell and the drops could clearly be seen on the pine boards of the casket. Nothing else was wet, not the people standing outside, the mules pulling the buckboard, or the dirt around the front door of the church. The preacher looked at the church "ladies" and said that since the good Lord had seen fit to baptize my grandmother, he was going to preach her funeral inside the church, and anyone having a problem with what he and God were doing was welcome to leave and not come back. My father said that the "ladies" never uttered a word as their husbands carried my grandmother's casket inside the church.
 
I had a shirtail relative that arrested the killer-cannabal ed gein in wisconsin in the late 50s. I talked with him about the case one afternoon shortly before he died around 1980. It was more gruesome than the books on it. Ed kept woman body parts hanging in the house, had the last victims liver in a pan ready to cook when found, robbed about 40+ graves, had skulls on his bed posts, etc.
Yet he was a very mild mannered man that baby sat, small, lived by himself, was a simple handyman that farmers would hire etc. He was found guilty on murdering two women, but the real count was I think, 6 according to specks. My mother caught him peeking in her bed room window once around 1951 and ran after him! I still remember her yelling at him. Hitchkock loosely wrote the silence of the lambs about him.
This guy did not "look" evil. Leon "specks" murdy was the ex sheriff of washara county wisconsin just before gein killed his last victim bernice warden that ran a store in plainfield. Art shly was the new sheriff and called out specks that really cracked the case although shely took the spotlight. Specks took gein to madison for a lie detector test and in the process spent a night with ed sleeping in the same cell. Specks told me gein told him he couldnt control himself in the full moon! Specks alternated the sheriff job with his wife helen who was my cousin, due to some rule that you couldnt do over two terms in a row. Once two deer hunters were missing. Specks and my dad tracked them near geins farm. This was in the late 40s. They were never found! A girl was babysitting near la cross. She was never found. Specks said they found a old faded levi jacket at the scene that had the criss crossed outline of a harness. Gein still farmed with mules or horses. Specks placed gein near the scene but he wouldnt crack on that one. Specks figuered gein also killed his brother and father many years prior. Gein had went hunting with his brother when they were youths and came back alone. That night there was a marsh fire, next day gein took a search party right to his brothers charred body. Also later their farm house burned down with his father in it! After the trial the state was going to sell the farm and other posessions off. The farm mysteriously burned down the night before the auction.

http://www.wisconsinhistory.org/whi/fullRecord.asp?id=2021
http://www.houseofhorrors.com/gein.htm
 
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Rugskipper said:
In my teens, I worked in a movie theater which was, for lack of a better word, haunted. Paranormal events happened so often that employees considered them no big deal. It sure was fun to watch new hires freak out, though. Eventually they would get used to it or quit.

I had a "BRAKES" moment like one of the previous posters. I slowed down as I approached the intersection on a green, and for some reason stopped. As I sat there wondering why I had done that, a car ran the red doing at least 80 in a 30 mph zone. I would have been t-boned in the drivers door.

As for "dead eyes", I was in line at a convenience store, and all of a sudden got a real uneasy feeling. Cold sweat, hair on end, eyes and ears went on high alert, and right hand went into my front pocket to rest on my ever-present 642; all without any conscious thought on my part. I looked around directly behind me and saw the dead eyes two positions behind. I knew they were there before I ever saw them. Two of them, and they looked like these guys.
Wichita Massacre
I got out of there toot-sweet.
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Makes me sick to my stomach and furious! :mad:

Too bad those *******s lived to see trail. This sort of scum will torment their helpless victims but lack the sack to buck up when the man come for them. I think they know however, that the men coming for them are coming in anger, perhaps even spoiling for a fight and half way hoping for a reason to gun them down like the rabid dogs they are. Rest assured however, that there is a special place in Hell waiting for them on the day of their final judgement.



On a seperate note, I had actually forgotten about this incident back during college. I was hiking alone in the Cooper's Rock State Forest and had stopped near a stream for a rest. As I sat on the creek bank I heard movement up the hillside behind me and was absolutely overcome by the feeling that something was watching me. This wasn't squirrels playing, but a creature of substantial size considering I could hear it over the sound of the rushing water. I'm really not sure which came first. The sound or the feeling. Regardless, I couldn't shake it. It was a feeling I don't think I've experienced before or after. Really unnerved me to the point I poped the snap on my flap holster and began to carefully, but casually scan the hillside for something out of place. Of course I didn't see anything. I decided the best thing to do was simply continue on with my hike. I loaded up my pack and went on, extra aware of my surroundings. Once I cleared the area the feeling subsided.
 
A few years back I was living with my now exwife then fiance at her apartment which was a low income block in a rural area. The residents were mainly whites and hispanics on state aid or working low pay jobs, Good people. She complained to me that she was finding cigarette butts on her patio and hated sweeping them up and asked if I was sneaking a smoke before bed or when she wasnt home. Well I was here and their but I did it while walking the dog and not on the patio. I started noticing a man who lived in the building across the parking lot just lurking around.
One night I was walking in the door and bumped into my Fiance who was about to take the trash out. The dumpster corral was about 35 yards from her building and not much light and it was about 945pm. I took the bag and before I walked out slid my 1911 in my jeans waistband. After an annoyed eyeroll from my girl ( You have to carry that thing?) I walked out and headed to the dumpster. I just crossed the gate to the corral when it felt like my guts went ice cold and my lungs seized up. I heard a scraping in the shadows between the dumpster and fencing. It was probably the fastest I had ever drawn a gun before and had it aimed at the area the sound had come from. After a few shouted curses the lurker stepped out, lighter in one hand, pack of pall malls in the other. I asked him what he was doing and his answer of Just getting a smoke didnt make sense. Who smokes next to a reeking dumpster in August in the shadows? Then I noticed the brand and remembered seeing the butts in the patio waste can. I asked him if he was smoking on my girls patio. He just stared and had this smirk on his face. " The one in number 1? shes a nice girl." A pretty innocent statement but in the circumstance I didnt take it as such. This guy wasnt even scared. Here I am, 6'1 315lbs and Im holding a loaded gun in my hand and hes staring, smirking and had the coldest, flattest eyes. Now my next words were probably just stupid to say and couldve landed me in a heap of trouble but at the time it just came out. I said if anything happens to her Id find him and put him down.

The next day I talked to the apartment manager about the guy and he said that a few of the other female tenants had complained about his behavior. No more cigarette butts were found on our patio and I didnt see him lurking around. Turns out he had been released from jail a few months earlier for sexual battery and other charges in the same vein.
 
I came home from work one evening after the 4pm to midnight shift. I went into the kitchen to get something, and sat down at the table.

I could NOT stay in that room. There was the sense of something evil in there. Nothing specific, but it was almost like a smell. Thinking I was being silly, I got up to go into the other room. Stepped in there, and it was gone. BLINK. Gone. I stepped back into the kitchen and it was there again. Out...gone...back in...there. I did that several time with the same result. Nothing seemed out of place, no reason for it at all.

Went to bed, fell asleep, woke up the next morning, never had it happen again.

Go figure.
 
On the other hand.

I've seen a couple of people mention "voices" that warned them. I've had that experience also.

November 27, 2007, my wife suffered a ruptured aneurysm in her brain. That night, after the surgery to repair the rupture, as I lay across her bed praying for her life, I heard a "voice" say to me "You're praying for the wrong thing." There was no one else in the room, but I "heard" that voice as distinctly as I've ever heard anything.

"The wrong thing? What does that mean?" I wondered. The voice replied "Genesis, Chapter 22."

Genesis Chapter 22? Then it hit me. That is where Abraham is called upon to offer up the thing he loves the most. His son, Issac. I have come to call this "My Abraham moment." I realized I either trusted God, or I didn't.

I changed my prayer. I realized that she didn't belong to me. She belonged to Jesus. She had given herself to him long before she knew me. I told God I would accept his will over mine. If he wanted to take her, I could accept that. BUT..."If you don't need her, I do. But I will praise you either way."

My wife recovered. I've tried to do my best to keep that promise and praise God at every opportunity. I know there are those who will scoff at this story, and that's fine.

I don't know who "spoke" to me that night. I know who I believe it was.
 
Camping Troubles

A school friend's Grand Pa had a farm, of sorts outside of Galloway, near the Great Bay, in NJ. At the start of duck season all us guys that liked to shoot at ducks would camp out and wait for the sunrise on opening day. Well, one year I was the only one to have the chance to set up and wait for the sun to come up.
I'm sitting in my sneakbox with my retriever and we are both snoozing waiting for the sun and suddenly we are both fully awake. Nothing around but the decoys I had put out and the feeling something was coming. I had never seen my dog's hair stand up like that. She's standing in the boat and shivering in fear. Well, that got me started. I try to calm her down while keeping myself under control. It is just starting to show light on the horizon and something bumped the boat! Not hard but enough to feel. There is not one sound except for a little light traffic noise from behind me and I never did figure out what woke me and bumped the boat. The water there was not that deep but some say that sharks would come in the Great Bay. I keep telling myself that must be the answer, but why did my dog and me both wake so suddenly several minutes before the bump? And I felt a terror like I never have to this day wash over me.
I don't know about the "Sense of Evil" but it sure was scary. That was the last hunting trip for me.
 
I've had that feeling myself before and have learned to heed it and get out of there.

Once when when I was young we went on a camping trip in northern Michigan. We were driving down a road and saw a sign stating this could be the highlight of your vacation in the middle of nowhere. My buddy turned his Blazer into the next two track heading toward Lake Michigan and I began having a feeling something wasn't right with the place. We got to the beach and started heading south looking for a place to camp and saw a man and boy walking on the beach ahead that soon disappeared over a dune ahead. My buddy sped up as we wanted to talk to them and learn if this was private or state land we were on. We never did find them as they appeared to have vanished and it was a good 100 yards to the woods along the lake.
We found a spot on a hill and set up our tent and took a hike in the woods. We walked a groomed trail likely from winter snowmobile trails and my buddy's girlfriend ran ahead of us. Butch and I soon ran to catch up to her and it took great effort to do so. Once we caught up with her she said she only ran a short ways but it seemed like she got teleported a long distance from us for us to make so much effort to catch up to her.
I still had an unesy feeling about the place but they and my girlfriend and I went to sleep in the tent. In the middle of the night I heard something brush against the tent and then the slow noise of the zipper opening. I quietly woke Butch up and whispered what I'd heard. We found the zipper partially open and went out to investigate armed with a hatchet and spot light but found nothing.
We didn't get any sleep and broke camp early the next morning. We got quite aways down the road before the bad feelings left me and the other three agreed they felt uneasy while we were there too.
Years later we all 4 relayed this experience to a pastor friend and he told us that places do exist that evil forces have a hold on and I believe we were in one of those places.
 
My grandmother told me a story of hearing a whip hit her door in the middle of the night. This was probley around 1915. She had left europe and a few weeks later got a letter that her mother died the night she heard the whip hit the door. I am no longer sure, but it seems she even said there was marks of the whip on the door.
Another time my dad told me he woke up to the smell of rose`s. Later that day a neighbor stopped by to report the death of some woman who had lived in that house and that had been her bedroom.
Once I had a mentaly challanged nephew come to live with me. My ex wife and our daughter were at the table for dinner. He recently had also been threw out of the army, went home and his dad died. My sister couldnt handle him. I asked my nephew about reports I had heard from my sister that he had given her trouble and why she threw him out. He had a steak knife in his hand and said I am the meanest ------in the world with a knife! I looked at him and reconised that I was looking at a demon! It seemed slow motion to me, but later my wife said she never seen me move that fast in my life. I ran around the table to disarm him, beat him in the process and had knocked him to the floor. He was screaming like a little girl. (6ft 3"s and healthier than me) I now was fighting myself! Everything in me was wanting to finish him off, yet there was a force in me trying to stop myself. Unexplainable!
The weird kicker is this: The next morning I called my dad to get advise. Before I told him anything he cut in and said, I had the worst nightmare of my life last night. It was like one of wendies kid`s was in a cage as a baby, not sure which one, but for some reason I was trying to kill it! There is two hours differance between california and wisconsin. We were eating late and dad always went to bed early. He actualy went through my exact emotions that I was going through at the exact time!
 
jlrhiner said:
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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A QUESTION:
You are in a donut shop and there are no cops around???
 
I am sure some of these have perfectly reasonable explanations, but I am also firmly convinced that there are things we are not meant to understand.
 
I've had such moments in both my military and LEO career. Once when i was a housing Sgt. i was doing a walk through of a several block area that was cordoned off and vacant in preparation to being demolished. I always worked alone when i was a SGT or LT and kept my guys in pairs as i circulated and kept tabs on them. i was alone that evening when i entered one of those vacant buildings. i felt pretty strange as i walked through the building, some of the units were bare and others were filled with belongings as if the tenant had just put down the keys and walked out when they got their relocation notice! family pictures, clothes and all.

I walked through the building and lastly i walked down into the basement and through the full length open plan storage and wash area. all the machines had been disconnected and pushed into the corner by the demo crew, but the storage cages hadn't been touched.

I decided to poke around one of the cages and got a bad feeling that i shouldn't go into that particular cage. being one who always pays attention to my gut, i stepped back and looked at the other cages and got a distinct urge to check one particular one.

I took my asp and broke the lock off of the cage and began poking around inside and the bad feeling got worse. it was getting close to dusk and i also realized my portable wasn't getting any reception in the basement, so i was out of touch! the demo areas were several blocks in size and totally deserted, you could fire a shotgun in there and no one but one of us would hear it.......maybe.

Long story short [er] after poking around in the cage a few minutes i found a caddy hubcap with a couple candles, some buttons, an earring.....and 3/4 of a severed human finger!

Much of the meat had been eaten from the bones and we couldn't get a print. We never got a DNA match either. It apparently was a teenage male though.

i was working in the eastern panhandle of wv later when i was a PI, and was trying to locate a subject that had disappeared with a settlement from one of our clients. i ended up on a farm in a very isolated area and no one was apparently there. i was standing between the house and the barn, and suddenly got a bad feeling so strong i started to shake. and put my hand on the G23 i was carrying at the time. i didn't see anything, but i KNEW i was being watched from more than one direction. I'm positive i caught a glint from an optic in the treeline about 70 meters off that disappeared hen i turned my head in that direction. i knew what it was, as I've seen that very glint before.

i ducked behind the corner of the house, and jogged back to my POV, glock in hand and unassed the area posthaste! i didn't go back either!
 
Ironic that I'm reading this thread and watching the movie "Quarantine" pure evil incarnated
 
6th sense

I have had my"6th sense" talk to me a few times. Once, many years back I was on a deer hunting trip. I'd got a buck on Sunday and most of our family hunting party went home that afternoon. Tony had not got a deer and was going to stay for 2 more days so I decided to stay and camp with tony and his wife and go out with Tony to help if needed. Sunday night we were sitting around the fire and they went to bed. I walked over to the spring to get a drink of water before going to bed myself. As I approached the spring I got very spooked. I got a drink and almost ran back to my truck, looking over my shoulder all the way. I didn't have a flashlight and my only weapon was a knife. I got into my camper, my rifle was in the cab of my truck and I was in the back. I really wished I had my rifle with me but didn't like the idea of having to go get it.
In the morning we found my deer, hanging in a tree had been pulled down and partially eaten by a bear. I went right over to the spring and there were bear tracks in the mud there. Very shortly after that I purchased my 1st handgun (model 19), so I could always have gun nearby.
 
Back in late 1964 and early 1965 I was a guard at universal studios. The adams family set was there then. I worked graveyard. That set was spooky to walk through. Even off stage they had cobwebs that would get on your face etc. One guard was attacked there one night. I never did hear the truth of what happened but figure someone hopped the fence and was spending the night in that set. Probley seen they were about to be discovered and coldcocked him with a iron pipe or something.
I just might hold a world record for working graveyard. I figure I worked about at least 34 1/2 years out of 37 on graveyard 3 or 4 places put together and 35 of it at lockheed aircraft company. That was a huge place and had close to 40,000 employees at times many years ago especialy in burbank and now palmdale california. We had many smaller sites away from the main plants to check. Always they were in out of the way places and usualy no graveyard shifts. We always had to check them various times through the night. A number of times guards were attacked. One night I was alternateing checks with a buddy/guard. I made my rounds that included checking out the employee credit union that was on the street on hollywood way in burbank. I went back and it was his turn. He didnt come back. He had climbed a stair well to offices above the credit union to hit a detex key at the top of the stair well. Later he told me he seen a door cracked open and just thought some employee hadnt locked the door. He reached in through the door hunting for the light switch. Someone was in there and hit his arm with a crowbar or similar. Belive it or not, he thought he got a shock off the light switch and stuck his head in and got brained! Thieves had come down through a roof hatch and dropped into the room! I heard it affected him mentaly.
Another time on a sunday morning a day shift came in to work overtime at plant 10 in palmdale. I was just getting off work and we got a call there was a man in a womens restroom. My relief was to take the call. Since at that time he was a brand new guard I figured I better go with him. We found this very dirty idiot that was incoherant. He was bare foot and his feet were as black as my boots! Stunk to high heaven. At one point he tried to take a swipe at me but was very ineffective. I got the job to ride with him in the ambulance to the hospital. I almost upcucked smelling him! This character had got fired several weeks before, evidently climbed the fence, got back in and been hideing out in the attic areas of the factory probley eating leftovers from workers lunchs out of the trash barrels.
Maybe a month after that I seen his penciled likeness in the local paper for serial rape. Of course I told the SD who they were looking for.
I recall quite a number times lesser events of finding intruders through all those years.
I guess with all those years of graveyard I became part of the night and could be something of a close secound to a boogie man myself. I know I never felt fear at anytime in all those years although I knew people who quit rather than work it.
 
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