"A Sense of Evil"

I experience a "sense of evil" every time I come across one of these zombie threads.
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Back in 1988 or 89' I lived in Georgetown Texas and the construction company I worked for had a hunting lease in Lampasas and I was going deer hunting there one weekend with a friend of mine from work. At the last minute I couldn't go for some reason and he went anyway and I later herd something bad happened to him and he was in the hospital. I immediately went to the hospital and he was in really bad shape with a couple of broken bones, and bad cuts, and very nearly lost his eye. I started talking to him and asked what happened and he didn't know. He said he woke up and the deer stand was in splinters and he was laying on the ground covered in blood and couldn't hardly see because of the blood in his eyes. He thought he had shot himself in the head! He couldn't walk so he crawled back to his company truck and drove to camp and the guys rushed him to the hospital and that's all he remembered. I visited him again and he started remembering that everything had gotten very still and quiet but then the deer stand tower started shaking and he went to get out of the seat to look out the window but couldn't stand up! He didn't realize it at the time but a small tornado had picked his deer stand up in the air and the G-forces were holding him to the seat it then smashed it in to the ground about 50 feet away. He later said he did remember hearing the sound of a loud train and some other hunters said they had seen the funnel cloud.
 
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Yes, close to 40 years ago. We had a group of German speakers and we would drink beer and speak German. We would shut down various places and move on till the next last call. One time, we ended up at some one timers house in the country. Everyone left. Then things got real weird. BAD feelings about this guy. We seem to be so much more open and excepting at a young age. But, anyway, I was much bigger than him. But I knew if I closed my eyes or fell asleep he was going to kill me. I just knew it. WIERD feelings. I went to leave and he tries to get my keys(should not have driven) but survival took over. Got in my VW and took off. Had no idea where I was so had to look at signs to find the right direction. It was so dark it was easy to see he was not following. After a couple miles I pulled off, locked the doors and slept it off. That guy never showed up for our Stammtisch again and nobody really knew him.
 
When I was a kid growing up in St. Louis I had pretty bad teeth. Got my first cavity before I ever started Kindergarten. My dad took me to the same dentist in South St. Louis for many years. I didn't much like the guy. He looked like Bob Newhart, and was just about as mild-mannered. Nevertheless he always seemed kind of creepy to me.

I figured it was just because he was a dentist, and I didn't like dentist visits. Hated getting the Novocaine shots in the gums. Hated the crunching feeling of getting a tooth extracted. Hated the whine of the drill getting a filling. Hated the taste of the antiseptics and medications. Hated having someone's hands in my mouth. So I figured that was why I didn't like him.

The last time I saw him he filled one of my front teeth that had been chipped in a fall. That was in the early spring of 1980 - around February or April. After only a month or two the filling broke and my step mom was supposed to set me an appointment to go in and get it repaired. Before I could get an appointment to see him, he was arrested - and charged with 7 counts of murder!

The guy became a criminology case study. At the time the psychologists studying him said he was the most remorseless killer they had ever encountered. They said he talked about the murders as dispassionately as if he were discussing the weather. They called him "The Hitman Dentist". He was only charged with 7 counts of murder, but IIRC there were several others he was suspected of committing, but they couldn't get enough evidence to indict him for.

His name was Dr. Glennon E. Engleman, and he was convicted for all 7 murders that he was charged with. He died of diabetes complications in prison in 1999. That is my most notable brush with true evil.
 
I've had numerous experiences like this, one, I was in Portland, Or., at a trade show,the night the show was over, I had a feeling I needed to get home, so I caught the next flight out, when I got off the plane, two of my aunts were standing at the gate and told me that my Grandmother (who had raised me) had died early that morning.
Two more were a different type, with both I started seeing things as if they two dimensionable, last time I was sitting in my yard looking toward the shop, it went into two dimensions and it also looked as if I was looking at it through a slightly opaque window glass, don"t know what to make of these
Got many more that I'll relate another time.
 
Well, it's been two years since the last post in this thread. Maybe someone has a strange experience to share. Personally, I have really enjoyed the stories that have been written about. Thanks to all that have contributed!

I just finished this entire thread and found it fascinating. I don't have any personal experiences of this type, but have known friends who had ghost experiences and also have read much about "paranormal" things and find it very interesting. I don't doubt the existence of demons. There is good and evil in this world.
 
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The stories of feeling evil close by, or something about to happen, made me think. When I have had that feeling and then armed myself, the feeling goes away. In the past, I have convinced myself that it was just my imagination. These days I no longer feel that way. What I believe is that the person making me feel that way has gotten the feeling that their life is also in danger and have decided to change their mind. The sense of danger works both ways. Just a thought.
 
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When I experience that, danger has been close. But sometimes, if I showed a reaction, soon the feeling eased, as if aN ASSAILANT CHANGED HIS MIND AND LEFT.

In one case, I looked to my left at a wee hour and saw a suspicious looking man approaching my car, on security stakeout in a strip mall pkg,. lot.

I got out and questioned him. He kept looking at my gun, deciding if I'd use it. Made an excuse and left.

Learned he was known to police as an accomplished car thief and car plunderer. Cops just hadn't proved it. Believed dangerous.
 
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Another time, I was sitting on a forest log. Instinct said to look right oblique.

Saw a large coral snake approaching. I drew my pistol and waited until it passed, not close enough to strike.
 
Edit: fun thead..... to add to my 2018 post...... the ridge behind the cabin is the Eastern Continental Divide....... everything east of that foundation flows into the Atlantic ..... everything to the west the Mississippi and Gulf.

The Foundation literally sits on the Divide...........



When I was about 10 (early 60s) we bought property in the Allegheny Mountains in Pennsylvania. The father of the farmer we bought the land from told me about 2 old "wagon roads" over the mountain behind our property.

A couple of weekends later I decided to try to locate one of the old roads and follow it to the top of the mountain/ridge behind our camp. When I got to the top, about 3 miles from camp and any road, I found an over grown meadow ; about 2-3 acres of flat ground right on top of the ridge. Decided to explore a little... towards the middle I saw 3-4 pines and what looked like apple trees. As a got close to these trees I got the sudden feeling that I wasn't alone........it got dead still, not even insect sounds......I slowly did a 180 while loading a .22lr in the Stevens Favorite that Dad had given me..........fighting the urge to run.

As I started to ease out of that meadow I almost stepped into a foundation,about 10x12 and 5-6ft deep, about 30 ft away was a small spring house..... as I got further away the feeling of dread/fear of not being alone just faded away.

Didn't go back into that meadow for years........ always felt that someone had died there; died alone and badly

None of the locals I asked(including the farmers father who told me about the "roads" was around 90 years old.... born in the area about 1875 owned the farm we bought part of in 189something) had any knowledge that the foundation was there.....this was pre ATVs and the closest you could get to this spot in a 4 wheel drive was about 2 miles away.......the foundation was flush with the ground and any structure had completely rotted away.....you almost had to step in it before you saw it.........just stacked stone walls.

Years later reading a history of Berlin Pa. I learned that a family had been killed in an Indian raid in the 1750-60s....... not this site but about 3-4 miles away (about a mile from our cabin)...... but the wagon road ran from the top of the ridge (the meadow) and points directly to where this other homestead was said to be located.

Often wondered if this site dates to the same era?

Edit:I've gone back often in the last ......30 years as it's an easy trip on an ATV....... but every time I enter that meadow it feels like a, for want of a better term, a dead zone.

2nd edit: As I wrote this I realized that it's been 50 years since "I" found this meadow.......and in those 50 years that meadow hasn't really changed. It's on top of a mountain... the soil is thin and poor....but it's surrounded by forest..... the spring house is the only water source I know of in a 1/2 mile... "sand springs" about 1/3 of the way down the wagon road to the west........ other water is about a mile away to the south and east.

Probably, reading to much into it but since that day that clearing has always "felt" different to me.

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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.

I was going to write a comment here on my experiences with such things, but Amazing Flapjack pretty much said it all and I can add little to the subject.
 
Just a few years ago my brother was visiting and we went out to do some shooting in the nearby Pawnee National Grasslands (Arapaho & Roosevelt National Forests Pawnee National Grassland - Pawnee National Grassland, NE of Greeley). There are also dwellings mixed in with the public areas, but they are few and far between. You do not encounter many other vehicles while driving around the myriad dirt roads. We were heading back out and could see a pickup stopped facing us on the left side of the road with a man standing next to it. As I slowed way down and was approaching, I was watching for a signal that he might need some assistance. He just stared/glared with no return of my hand wave---and I slowly drove past him thinking it was odd he didn't give me the "wave back". Then I heard him yell loudly "HEY !!" .. I stopped and reversed back up to him thinking that he DID need some help. When I got next to him he said "What are you doing out here"? It was NOT said in a "howdy pard" manner, but a scowling and annoyed manner. My hackles went up and I was now on "full alert". I hesitated to make ANY response and thought "just drive away", but I asked him why he wanted to know. That made him angrier, and then I just drove off. I was relieved when he didn't jump in his truck and chase us. My brother put his Glock back in his holster and we went back to town and had a nice Mexican dinner. This was a fairly obvious situation that most people would recognize as possibly dangerous. But I was on "alert" with that "thing" in the pit of my stomach from first I saw his stopped truck.
 

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My sleep paralysis episode was almost 50 years ago but I remember it like it was last night. I was in high school, just me and Mom in the family house. I was with some of the guys I hung around with at the time and we were in a cabin. I got a feeling of Deja Vu and asked someone if we had been here before....then I said "Oh..I know...we did this once and now I'm dreaming it....I gotta wake up....I gotta wake up!" I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling of my room but I couldn't move. I was able to thrash my body around but couldn't move my arms or legs. I fell to the floor with a loud crash...I was thinking that I'd wake Mom and she'd think something bad was wrong with me. I found that, with much difficulty, I was able to crawl. I slowly crawled across the floor and made it to the foot of the bed but could go no farther...I gave up and rested my head against the dresser and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes and I was wide awake, laying on my back in my bed with the covers perfectly in place...I had never moved an inch. As an aside, I had read a book on the power of pyramids and had built a small one from cardboard to the proper angles. The evening before the dream I had gotten a cheap compass and aligned the sides of the pyramid to the compass points and placed it under my bed. I had another vivid dream the next night but I only recall a few bits and pieces of that one. I don't recall how long the pyramid was under my bed but after that second dream it never occurred again.
 
I've had this feeling quite a few times, most of them when I was a security guard in a Las Vegas hotel/casino. The first guy I remember really well, mostly because he was from Ohio. He was just "wrong", and we had first contact with him to tell him to stop harassing the cocktail waitress, but eventually, it escalated into a huge fight, and besides "Kookstrength", he was about 6'5" and after we finally got him cuffed, we found a large Bowie knife in his boot. He was wanted for robbery, rapes, and attempted murder. Dead eyes indeed. There was a notorious local guy who looked amazingly like Josef Stalin that I never turned my back on, even though he wasn't very big or anything, and actually was quite pleasant to me. The local police told me all the stuff he had been convicted of and I took their word for it and kept him in front of me at all times.

But the spookiest "encounters" happened while walking my dogs over the years. One time I was in the Columbusarea and took King out for a long walk, so he would sleep the whole night through and not wake up and start barking if someone said something in the hall outside our room. There was a running trail nearby and it was well lit and seemed perfectly fine. About a mile in, King froze, and I had this odd feeling that something or someone was watching us up ahead. His hair was up and he "clucked" a few times and sniffed the air and looked at me like, "I don't know what's going on here!", and I just turned around and went back to the motel, stopping every so often and point back where we came from and saying, "Watch em!", which got a cluck or two out of him, but nothing else.

Another time, I took Gus a different direction than I normally did when walking. He was fine with it, until we got to an empty lot that we had to cross over to get to the street where I wanted to go. He sat down and looked at me, like, "Nope!". I tried to get him to come along, and he just refused. The lot was pretty much just bare ground, and at the back was a little fence with a hole in it you had to go through. He wanted no part of it. I finally started feeling strange about it and gave up, and went another way. A couple of days later, I tried again, and not only wasn't he scared of it, he pulled me through the lot and the fence. I always wondered what spooked him that one day.
 
About 30 years ago I was traveling cross country alone on my motorcycle. I stopped at a rest area in the middle of nowhere somewhere in Kansas. Got off the bike and looked around and there was no sign of life around anywhere,,, no cars, bikes, trucks,,, nothing. I took my helmet off and went into the restroom and encountered 2 nasty looking characters just standing in there, looking at me. No hi's, no smiles, just staring at me, both of them. I immediately turned around, jumped on the bike and rode 10 miles down the interstate and relieved myself in the weeds. I still get chills thinking what might have happened.
 
I've been out on my bike several times, and would get an uneasy feeling. I always turn around and head home, or take a different road to see if the feeling passes.

Been out on my surf board a few times, and got the same feeling. I always paddle back in.

I'm kinda getting that feeling right now from posting in a 9 year old thread.
 

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