"A Sense of Evil"

[Foodfuzz]

In 1988 while working for our county health department I received a complaint concerning illegal dumping of motor oil, antifreeze, and transmission fluid into an old well on some property in a very rural area of the county. Shade tree mechanic situation. When making my investigation I knocked on the door of the trailer. No one answered. I left my card in the door and went to the well to take some samples. Not long afterward I felt some eyes staring at me.

I turned around quickly and there was the owner of the property Richard Nitz. His wife Rita came out of the trailer a bit later. Talk about dead eyes! The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I found what I was looking for and issued a citation for both Richard and Rita without letting them out of my sight.

This area is "Deliverance Land" and I always went armed there. Richard happened to notice my .45 and said he was going to call the sheriffs dept. and also sue me. I told him that was fine since I was also deputized and to be sure and get my name right on the complaint.

They came for their first court appearance and complained to the judge about me. He set their trial date for thirty days later. Less than two weeks later they were both arrested for murder. They had killed a young man by hitting him with a baseball bat, then shot him in the head with a .22. They then decapitated him to get rid of any ballistic evidence. His head and the .22 were never found. The victims body was found when some drunken teenagers thought it would be fun to overturn a car parked in a forrest preserve and the headless body fell out of the trunk of the car.

Richard initially got the death penalty, but, got a retrial because of some medication he was taking during the first trial. He was then sentenced to life. He is doing his time in Menard. Rita got life and is doing her sentence at Dwight Corectional Center. I recently saw her on a segment of "Women Behind Bars."

Talk about evil, that was evil personified. I'm glad I had some spidey sense. I also found out that it is amazing what some people will threaten to hurt or kill you for. Not the first or last time.

 

[Onomea]

I have one.

Nearly 19 years ago, when my third son was a baby of less than a year, one night I woke up with a strong sense that I should go check on him. So I did, getting up and walking down the hall to his bedroom.

His sheet was wrapped around his neck and his head was totally covered. I disentangled him, saw that he was fine, and went back to bed.

I had never had that feeling, that in the middle of the night I should wake and check on a child, before, nor have I had it since.

I do have a cousin who lost a baby son, over 40 years ago, when a Venetian blind cord got wrapped around his neck while he slept in a crib.... So maybe somewhere my senses are sharpened to that danger.

 

[DWFAN]

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

 

[35Rem]

Holy ****! I really had to scroll past those pics!

 

[Kanewpadle]

I had the same experience as the OP at a young age while hunting and again when I was much older while camping.

I think we have a 6th sense that we automatically tune into. And since we're not used to doing so, it scares us when we do.

Both times I was armed to the teeth and glad I was!

 

[BLACKHAWKNJ]

Unfortunately so many charlatans and con artists have claimed "paranormal" and "psychic" abilities that it has given the concept a bad name. Like the sense of smell, it is real, but it defies our ability to measure and analyze. My mother said Ernest Hemingway was noted for his ability to sense danger. I worked for a limousine company for a few years as a driver and dispatcher, several times I took alternate routes, later learned there had been major accidents that tied up traffic on them for hours.

 

[geoff40]

The OP could be telling one of my hunting tales to the T. Except for one further detail. When the very same thing happened to me one day on a deer stand, I held my ground for a short while. All else exactly the same. Then very clearly, i started hearing what sounded like 2 rocks clicking together. The sound came from right out in front of me, 50 feet away, but there was nothing there. I don't mean 1 click either, but a steady pace of them, click, click, click etc., going on and on. I wasn't asleep or dreaming, not in a state of high alert like that, hair on end, adreneline pounding through by bloodstream. I could feel the presence of evil, strong and hostile. I looked and studied the woods, they were dead except for the noise. And, i was not under-estimating the range to the source of the clicks.
I left after a few minutes, and as I walked away with the rifle's safety in the off position and my finger beside the trigger, the sound stopped. I have wondered in the years since if I was sitting beside some sort of old burial site, or an ancient crime scene, stuff like that.
I believe we all possess a 6th sense, and that only a fool would ignore it.

 

[kimporter]

i went on a great road trip with my dad and g-father in 72,went to a indian mound site in upper iowa,yellowstone np,dodge city ect.one stop was at the little bighorn battlefield. after listening to the park rangers speech at last stand hill everybody just wandered around,i headed down hill twards the river and village site.got about 1/2 way down and ,
ZING,hair on the back of my head stood up,got an unbeliveable feeling of danger and dread and a few i dont know how to describe and i hot footed it back to my dad,when i caught up with him he was talking to the ranger. they both looked at me and the ranger said whats wrong young man and pointed at my arms,i had goose bumps big as zits,then he smiled and said,dont feel bad happins to me all the time.found out later we had a distant cousin that was killed at the battle

 

[ol' geeser]

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.

The Alamo and the Arizona both fill me with a sense of terror and great apprehension...almost like I was there...bulls**t detector goes into over drive

Many years ago I worked parttime for a guy that owned two OTR 18 wheelers. We were on our way home between Claude and Clarindon and he sees a large cardboard box in the road...ordinarily he would have run over it and gone on...for some reason he went around it and immediately locked his rig down and I did the same thing leaving the box between us...he bails out his tractor and runs back to the box and pulls a three year old out of it...

The reaming he gave the mother when he found her is still very vivid in my mind....he was physically ill and vomited several times before we left the area...

Why he chose to go around that box and not run over it as I had seen him do a hundred times....?

 

[feralmerril]

Why was the kid in a box on the road? Was she playing unsupervised or was she deliberately put there?

 

[sasu]

... Then very clearly, i started hearing what sounded like 2 rocks clicking together. The sound came from right out in front of me, 50 feet away, but there was nothing there. I don't mean 1 click either, but a steady pace of them, click, click, click etc., going on and on.

I had a similar experience in Australian outback one beautiful, sunny summer day. I was jeeping by myself in the mountains. I got out of the car to enjoy a peaceful day. Then I heard small twigs breaking almost constantly in some light woods maybe a hundred yards away. I stared and stared there but saw nothing move, but the twigs continued breaking.

I hopped in the car and drove on. Maybe half an hour later I stopped again, got out of the car. Lo and behold, a similar sound of twigs breaking, this time twenty-thirty yards away in some light bushes. Again I saw nothing there. That was it, I started the car and drove a good distance. This experience did not repeat again even though I continued jeeping like that for a couple of years.

There is probably a natural explanation, maybe trees drying out or something like that. But it sure feels creepy when you hear definite sounds of someone moving but there is nothing to see there. In bright sunlight!

My local friends had a comment to add to my experience. They said there is an abandoned shack somewhere in that area. He and his wife once visited the place and took photos outside and inside. When they looked at the photos, there was a grey globe visible in most of them. Spooky stuff.

 

[LouisianaJoe]

I have had several times when I experienced "Sleep Paralysis". I felt that I could not move and I had no control of my body. I finally realized that I was dreaming about trying to wake up and that I was dreaming about being paralyzed. This always occurred just before actually waking up. It really seemed real before I figured it out. Since then, it has not happened as much.

 

[therevjay]

I've never had any such feelings, I have the sensetivity of a turnip. I do however trust the feelings of dogs implicitly. If my dog doesen't like someone I don't trust them.

 

[straightshooter1]

I feel terrible. I never have felt any of the things you posters are describing.

Yes, I have had people try to hurt me and worse, but I never had any sort of premonition prior to the beginnings of whatever it was that happened.

Yes, I have been scared to the point of nearly (but not actually) messing my drawers. Mortars and rockets dropping who-knows-where one will land next around you can do that. But never a premonition that the first "incoming" was about to happen and I needed to move to somewhere safer.

Later, as a young police officer, I had people try to hurt me and worse, but, again, other than being alert to their movements, actions, etc., and being prepared to react or act before they did something, no premonition hit me suggesting I do anything.

Most of the time, in fact almost all the time, the being alert to a possible attack amounted to nothing and the person(s) complied with my commands or submitted to the arrest. Or, perhaps it was the effect of being alert and prepared that caused most of the miscreants to submit.

I've been to Gettysburg and many other civil war battlefields many times, during the day, in the early morning and in the evening. Sure, there's a sense of history, or maybe of sadness and awe, but no ghosts, no chills, no nuthin' beyond that, really.

I guess I just don't have whatever you guys have and I am just a dullard as far as psychic powers.

Bob

 

[captorquewrench]

Last Wednesday I was getting ready for choir rehearsal.

I was in the church alone which is almost always creepy (go figure, the two places I love most and are happiest when filled with people...church and school....the scariest when you are alone. ALWAYS, no matter which church or school and double strike if it is a church school, but I digress)

I was using the sanctuary piano to play through some tunes before rehearsal to see if they were anything I'd want us to sightread that night. I usually just read them in my head instead of playing them but I was in the mood to play plinky plink.

Anyway...one tune, it was "the First Noel" mashed up with Pachelbel's Canon. As I played it, that creepy being watched feeling started up.

I decided to ignore it since I was at church and always feel watched in there, but it was getting bad.

As I continued to play, I became aware of a female voice singing along. I could hear the words even.

Only that song. I was the only one in that building. The bell director was in the other building setting up for his rehearsal.

Anyway, that song, every time I tried to play through it, the feeling of being watched by something not good started up again and I could hear the woman singing.

It quit when senior pastor came in for our meeting.

And I didn't have the choir read that tune either.

 

[Badkarma 1]

I remember one time when I was a teenager, I was at the mall reading a book in the B. Dalton bookstore. I was totally engrossed in it and all of a sudden it felt like a hand was on my shoulder pulling me! I turned checked my six, and saw only throngs of people, but was compelled to leave LIKE RIGHT NOW!
I hauled out if there like my life depended in it, dropping the book in the process!
I've since had similar things happen like the above, but none were as crystal as that one!
I like to think that little "dinosaur brain" still has all the basic fight or flight tech hardwired and works on demand...thank goodness! Dale

 

[captorquewrench]

a few years back driving down on isolated country road...

this does not read as scary or evil, but it sure felt that way at the time.

Heard the words "get out" (cliche, I know) and all my electrical took a dive.

Made a U turn in the middle of the road, and laid rubber getting out of there.

Have had more than one experience on this stretch of road, this was by far the only scary one. The other ones, just a little weird.

 

[captorquewrench]

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

Do his eyes appear like that in person?

Or only on camera?

One picture I can chalk up to lighting effects, electrical or camera glitches, a malfunction or effect of some sort...but two pictures?

Does he creep anybody out off camera?

 

[venomballistics]

Last Wednesday I was getting ready for choir rehearsal.

I was in the church alone which is almost always creepy (go figure, the two places I love most and are happiest when filled with people...church and school....the scariest when you are alone. ALWAYS, no matter which church or school and double strike if it is a church school, but I digress)

I was using the sanctuary piano to play through some tunes before rehearsal to see if they were anything I'd want us to sightread that night. I usually just read them in my head instead of playing them but I was in the mood to play plinky plink.

Anyway...one tune, it was "the First Noel" mashed up with Pachelbel's Canon. As I played it, that creepy being watched feeling started up.

I decided to ignore it since I was at church and always feel watched in there, but it was getting bad.

As I continued to play, I became aware of a female voice singing along. I could hear the words even.

Only that song. I was the only one in that building. The bell director was in the other building setting up for his rehearsal.

Anyway, that song, every time I tried to play through it, the feeling of being watched by something not good started up again and I could hear the woman singing.

It quit when senior pastor came in for our meeting.

And I didn't have the choir read that tune either.

I can relate to this, though I didn't find it creepy.
My wife and I were at the church working on getting Oh Holy Night hammered out between the piano and the electric guitar. After the piece turned into a piece of liquid I could hear a third instrument voice covering an epic lovely harmony.
It gave me the sense that the angels of the choir wished to welcome me. Every so often I hear that angel voice. Using some of its harmony elements has made for some astonishing "improv"

 

[mod34]

I've hesitated to share, but have decided to do so.

When I was a kid, I used to love to visit my great-grandmother who lived on about 200 acres of mostly wooded land in PA. Even at the age of 9 or 10, My dad would send me out with his little Ruger MKII and off to explore. I used to love trolling through those woods and never had any issues. One of my favorite "destinations" was to what we called "Rock Springs". It was a natural rock formation about 30-40 feet high that had a constant flow of the best, coldest drinking water you could find. During one visit, I went out on the same trails to Rock Spring and, as other have described, (I'm getting goose bumps typing this) got this really creepy feeling, hair on my neck standing on end and just an overwhelming feeling of dread. Never saw anything or heard anything, but I high-tailed it out of those woods as fast as I possibly could. I never did tell anyone about it, but never, ever went into those woods again without my dad. I don't know what it was, but there was something or someone in those woods that day that just plain wasn't right.