Author Topic: The Sense of Evil. (Read 33658 times)

a4beltfed2000 · « **Reply #30 on:** July 23, 2009, 03:33:09 AM »

I live in the upper part of the northwoods of wisconsin, we have a number of reports of large "beasts" called windagos, I live quite a ways out of town in the woods and we are surrounded by large areas of public land (almost 2000 acres).

the wife and I have two wolfdogs(more wolf than dogs) and during much of the year we walk about 4 miles with these guys in the evening. Understand that we come across alot of things (animals) walking almost every day and rarely will anything spook the wolfdogs these guys are a little bigger and alot stronger than german shepard. coyotes run from these guys, as when truely pushed they will defend themselves if the need be
Anyways about 2 years ago, my wife wasn't up to a walk with me, so I put one on the leash and the other just tagged along(If one is leashed, the other stays close by) it was dark and I was on the way home, still probably a 1 mile out when we crossed something that scared the hell out of me.you could here it in the brush, like it was running back and forth, The first wolfdog stopped in the middle of the trail and his hackles stood on end, he started backing towards me, the growls coming from this animal was enough to stop my heart, then just about the same time, the one on the leash circled behind me and proceeded to do the same things. These guys were showing teeth and growling like nothing you ever heard. even facing coyotes they have never shown this much aggresion and nothing will challenge them like that.
after what seemed like forever (more like 30 sec-1min) they stopped but never put their guard down the rest of way home. Only once, since then have I seen them act like that and that was at night, while we were sleeping (they prefer to ssleep under the bed. , we had the windows open and something came by that scared them to the point again, that I as afraid they were going go threw the screen. Never say anything but.....

Retsof · « **Reply #31 on:** August 20, 2009, 07:09:36 PM »

Though I frequent this forum, it's usually just looking at those topics involving hunting, guns or reloading. By chance I just happened to see this thread. So, I'll relate a tale, which I'm not at all sure has to do with evil. My brother-in-law grew up hunting and fishing. However, his father did not like to do any of this, so his next door neighbor took him under his wing. This neighbor (named Claude) was a Cajun trapper in his youth and was an avid hunter until the day he died. One night my brother-in-law was sleeping, when he heard what he described to me as a loud scream. He lives in the house by himself, so no one esle was present when this happened. He vividly remembers that the scream was so loud that it woke him up (believe me, it takes alot to wake him up) and gave him the creeps, since it sounded like someone was in the house. He checked but did not find any intruders. He eventually went back to sleep. In the morning, as he was getting in his truck to go to work, Claude's daughter approached him to say that Claude had died during the night. When my brother-in-law asked what time this happened, he learned that it was about the same time that he heard the scream. The interesting thing to me (besides the obvious) is that my brother-in-law is not in the least religious and pretty much believes only in what he can taste, touch and see. So, he's not predisposed to believe in the paranormal. He only mentioned it one time to me and never has brought the subject up again.

Ray Ford · « **Reply #32 on:** September 05, 2009, 10:29:14 AM »

Retsof,

I am what many would consider religious. And such events as you described--one person in one place being aware in some form or fashion of what was happening to another person in another place--are not that uncommon. One example: During WWII, when my oldest brother was in Europe, my mother awoke in the night after a dream. In the dream, she could hear my brother's voice through the sound of running water. He was repeatedly saying, "Momma, pray for me." She got out of bed, went into the living room, knelt down by our old divan, and prayed until "she got easy." Sometime later, she learned that, on the night that she had the dream, my brother had taken part in a river crossing in the US advance across Europe.

good shot · « **Reply #33 on:** October 16, 2009, 02:11:03 AM »

I enjoyed this thread a lot, anybody know where there might be a forum of this type?
I agree about the deer and our thoughts, sure seem to see a lot more of them when barehanded.
The missing family in La., the evil feeling in certain places and such were really interesting.
I listen to Coast to Coast A.M. a lot, one author mentioned that calling on the name of Jesus has never failed her in situations where she has experienced such feelings of evil.
Used to work in a prison, could go to work all upbeat and it would feel like the spirit got sucked out when you walked in. Maybe it was the management style!
Best wishes,

Swampman · « **Reply #34 on:** October 16, 2009, 02:16:41 AM »

Have you ever watched "A Haunting" on tv? It deals with places like this.

Graybeard · « **Reply #35 on:** October 16, 2009, 02:25:06 AM »

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I enjoyed this thread a lot, anybody know where there might be a forum of this type?

This forum where this thread is posted is just such a forum tho it is little used. I suspect what you really meant to ask tho is not about a FORUM but about a SITE. Forums are individual topic specific areas within a site and the correct term for the entire conglomeration of such forums is site.

I'm sure there are entire sites out there devoted to such that you could find with a google search using whatever set of terms it is you are looking for info on. You can just open the full forum here this is posted to and read a whole lotta stuff like it as well.

Just to help you out the URL to get you to the full forum here is:

http://www.gboreloaded.com/forums/index.php/board,109.0.html

good shot · « **Reply #36 on:** October 17, 2009, 05:50:28 AM »

Thank you all, I learn something new everytime .
Best wishes,

Victor3 · « **Reply #37 on:** October 18, 2009, 01:17:20 AM »

Quote from: good shot on October 16, 2009, 02:11:03 AM

I agree about the deer and our thoughts, sure seem to see a lot more of them when barehanded.

Years ago I was pig hunting on a ranch outside of Tehachapi, CA. We never saw a pig that weekend, but the deer were so close and abundant I could have just about taken a ride on one.

I talked to the ranch owner about the deer and he laughed...

"Come back when we start hunting deer and you'll see the pigs take their place. I think they go down and read the dates on the fliers I post in town."

good shot · « **Reply #38 on:** October 18, 2009, 05:40:06 AM »

Gentleman I hunted with for years was found of saying, "you have to ambush them, they know we're there long before we know they're there".
I have been on pushes through standing weeds and know the deer will walk ahead for a while and then turn and walk back through the line of hunters pushing the area.
One gentleman had watched a buck in the area of his farm all year, during the season the only time he saw him was when he laid his firearm down to cross a fence.
I have heard that whales learned to differentiate between the ship with the harpoon gun and the ones without to the point that the guns were then mounted on platforms that could be raised when needed.
Off to church, best wishes to all,

mtmarfield · « **Reply #39 on:** October 18, 2009, 03:56:02 PM »

Greetings!

I'm not sure if I really believe in 'Evil', or not; Good and Bad Timing and its Consequences, well, maybe that's another thing. I'm sure that a lot of you folks saw and heard 'things' when you were kids. I did, and as I grew older, I would just chalk it off as being kid-stuff, being that a kids mind is developing and interpreting information differently as it grows.
We used to camp out in the desert a lot before my pre-teens; I loved it then, and still do. We'd go for walks with starlight as our guide, I, five or six years old, charging ahead of Mom, Dad, and sis keeping about a twenty foot lead. I don't really remember what I saw, heard, or didn't; but now and then, I'd freeze, staring off into the dark. A moment later, I'd be off again, as if I'd seen nothing. Dad told me about this some years ago, and how much it freaked Mom out.
A Native American gal that I recently got back in touch with once told me that she would occasionally get panic attacks in some parts of the SoCal Desert. Raising the subject with one of her Elder People, she was advised to stay out of certain areas that had been referred to in the past as burial grounds. I don't know if this was 'talk', or not; she saw no reason to dispute it, and I don't either.
Several years back, I was at a remote San Gabriel Mountains campsite with about a score of other friends and buddies; normally, I won't camp with a crowd, but many of these people had come some distance to join in, and I knew it would be a long time before I'd see them again. One evening, I crawled into my hand-me-down GI A-Frame Tent, and settled into my bag for the night. It was late, and the camp Fire Crowd slowly quieted down. I heard the whoosh of the fire being doused, and the soft crunch of the the last revelers walking to their respective tents.
I was awakened twice by two "dreams" in very quick succession: in the first, I 'awoke' to see a large spider web inches from my nose, gently undulating with my breath. Strangely, this spider web, inches from my face, didn't disturb me at all, and I went back to sleep. Moments later, I distinctly heard what must have been a branch scraping against the right wall of my little tent; opening my eyes, I found myself face to face with a Black Bear. I calmly {!} looked up at his fuzzy face, and simply said; "Well... Hello There!". We quietly regarded one another for what seemed to be fifteen seconds or so, and he slowly pulled his head back out of the vertical tear in the canvas wall; as he did so, the tear got smaller and smaller, as did his immense head, until both the Bears head, and the tear, had both vanished.
I reached over to the tent wall, and felt for the tear; there being none, I settled down and quietly told myself that I needed to remember this 'Dream' in detail for the coming morning's breakfast.
The following morning, I was stopped by my two closest fellow campers, and asked if I had noticed the Bear Tracks alongside my tent... Replying to the negative, they walked me back to my tent, pointing to the tracks, as well as to the fang marks on my neighbors thermos.
Some 'Dream'...

Be Well!

M.T.Marfield

Echo4Lima · « **Reply #40 on:** October 19, 2009, 04:37:50 AM »

4 of us were scouting a new deer hunting area several years ago near Fremchman Lake in No.CA. We settled in for the night everybody on tarps in thier bags. When we awoke in the morning, one of the guys started telling of a dream about a Mountain lion wandering around the edge of the log deck. Seems EVERYBODY that night had dreamed of a lion some way or another. I think one came near enough in the night for us to "sense" it causing the dreams.

mtmarfield · « **Reply #41 on:** October 20, 2009, 03:34:27 PM »

Greetings!

Echo4Lima, I would assume the same. I believe that "We" haven't necessarily lost our primal senses, they just got 'filed away' in the deep water of our subconscious.
When I was working at the Gun Shop, we had a Native American customer that would come in and 'rummage' through the Used Gun racks. We would inevitably chat for anywhere from ten minutes to a half hour, depending on who was managing at the time. I told him the story above, and he smiled, and informed me that I had "... been visited by the Bear Spirit...".
?Quien Sabe?

Be Well!

M.T.Marfield

kynardsj · « **Reply #42 on:** October 20, 2009, 11:31:46 PM »

When we were kids we used to play in my granddads corn crib. Spent the night camping in it a time or two. Had planned all day to spend the night again but at the last minute I chickened out for some reason. No one else went that night and I took a lot of teasing. Next morning we went to it to play and found a big rattlesnake that my uncle had to kill.

zeke08 · « **Reply #43 on:** October 22, 2009, 05:32:32 PM »

Great stories! I'm a person that believes in God and have really turned back to God in past 2 1/2 years due to my son being born 10 weeks premie and alot of complications since. I am a policeman by trade and I truely think there is "evil" out there. I have hunted for close to 27yrs now and my dad could not deer hunt due to medical problems so my nieghbors uncle who was a policeman would take me. For almost 15years we hunted together and at 16 I joined our resque squad and ran calls with him, I always was armed with a 357 revolver from 16 on while hunting. One weekend we went north of here to a place called Jamestown, TN to hunt on public land that was owned by gas companies and there were alot of gas rigs out on this property (it was probably 17000 acres of forrest). We had got in the stands early and had Motorola HT500 radios so we could talk, bout 230pm I noticed a storm brewing and the sky turned the wildest violet purple then red as a fire truck then a dark forboading green. My moms family is from Kansas so I thought tornado. I got outta my stand tried calling my buddy no luck! When i arrived at his Dodge Raider he was already there waiting on me, complaining about the radios not working. we had gotten soaked so we went into town to dry clothes at laundry mat, ate good super and returned to spend the night in the truck and hunt the next day. Sometime around 3am I awoke to a extremely bad feeling one I had not experienced since childhood. Something EVIL was near the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up, I whispered quitely to Gary to see if he was awake he whispered back yes and that something was bad wrong, he said someone was outside the vehicle and had been for almost 20min. I asked him what he wanted to do? He said he was gonna turn on the headlamps jump out with his 12ga and i was to do the same with my 357 and streamlight sl30 (19" 40,000cp light). He counted to 3 turned on the lights and as we started opening the doors the loudest roar I have ever heard bellowed out and the front of the truck was pushed down, and the lights were covered by something big. As I rounded the door to see what had just scared the bajeebee's outta me this thing broke and ran quartering away at a 45-50degree angle. We never spoke we both were running this thing just like the crooks we had chased back home 100's of times. At some point we figure 200 plus yards into the woods Gary grabbed me and stopped me saying listen you could hear this thing running through the woods it sounded like a d9 doizer. He said were making a circle and he was right I hadnt notice but he was right we quitely back tracked to the truck and stayed in the treeline for almost an hour watching and listening in the pooring rain. When we felt "safe" we went back to the truck and found huge rain filled tracks that were to washed out to identify. We just sat in the truck til daylight and left, never hunted that day. When we got home and cleaned the truck we found the hood had been caved in so badly the dodge dealer had to replace it. My friend after almost 20years refuses to speak about this incident and refuses to hunt that area. I havent been back there either. I know it wasnt a bear, I've run acroos many a big bear in Smokies and never felt the presence of Evil or fear, this was something evil. And yes i pled guilty of terminal ignorance for chasing but I did.

spikehorn · « **Reply #44 on:** October 23, 2009, 04:43:16 PM »

My ex girlfriend and I were riding in a friends car up to another friends house on an old dirt road. The night was rainy and very foggy. We hit one particular stretch of road and all three of us got this overwhelming sense of pure evil for about a half mile then it dissipated. I mean all said the hair stood on end. We all felt that something there was not right. I have driven that stretch of road agin over the years and have not felt it again, but some years after that experience there was a guy and his common law wife that lived on that stretch of road. She tried to leave him for whatever reason and he shotgunned her. He was a dibetic and took of into the woods. What was left of him was found several years later by a hunter.

good shot · « **Reply #45 on:** October 24, 2009, 01:28:06 PM »

Zeke08, do you believe in a Bigfoot?
Anybody else have experiences like that in the area?
Thanks for sharing ,

Swampman · « **Reply #46 on:** October 24, 2009, 02:24:55 PM »

Here's one from another forum....

"I have never seen anything uncommon in the mountains, but I have a friend who has had a close call with something huge. He lived just west of a little village called Sooke on the southwest shore of Vancouver Island British Columbia, in a cabin he had built himself on his family property on Demamiel Creek. His parents lived on another holding several miles away. One night he was on the top floor of his A-frame singing and playing his guitar when the entire window was obliterated not by a shadow but by something white in appearance. He stopped playing and singing and grabbed his rifle which was near the bed. The "thing" hit both sides of the windows possibly 12 feet off the ground. It was almost like someone hitting a radio that stopped working. But when he levered a round into his rifle, the thing left the building and he could hear it move quickly through the rainforest. He had three dogs with him, well accustomed to chasing bears. He put them out the door and they chased the thing. He listened to it keep ahead of the dogs. About 20 minutes later they were back crying to get in and cowered under the kitchen table. The thing made melodious sounds from on top of the hill and came back the next two evenings then vanished. It was like it was asking him to sing again.I tend to believe my friend because I visited him the day after that first incident. He was visibly shaken and showed me where the thing had stood. The rainforest did not allow for tracks but he walked my son and I back to our vehicle with his Marlin 45-70.Years later John Bindernagel a biologist who had taken an interest in Sasquatch/Bigfoot, interviewed him and he told the very same tale in the interview. All the natives around here believe in the Wild Man of the Woods, they call him B'Kwoose. And in the north where I hunt they call him N'Gaa and warn you not to clap your hands loudly or N'Gaa will come and take you away. They say if N'Gaa comes for you there is nothing you can do."

zeke08 · « **Reply #47 on:** October 25, 2009, 12:59:37 AM »

Good shot I dont know that i believe in Bigfoot per say but I dont disbelieve. I would have to see the real thing in person to make my own mind up. I have a buddy in Washington State I met in a bomb school recently and the subject came up due to where he lived and the man turned white got goose bumps and said "you NEVER want to see one" and was visibly shaken and refused to speak about it. I love the outdoors and cherish every encounter with Gods creatures and am affraid of none I trust in the good Lord to protect me and my glock 10mm for any that slip by him!

Graybeard · « **Reply #48 on:** October 25, 2009, 01:18:23 AM »

kynardsj as a boy I had a somewhat similar tho not as ominious experience. My childhood best friend and I often had such sleep outs in the various "forts" we built on our property. Once we had used some cardboard to make an upper level above our ground level dirt floor hide out and decided to spend the night in it. It really seemed quite safe up off the ground and all and it wasn't supposed to rain so should have been OK for one night.

Late that night tho we both kinda decided to "chicken out" and gave up the plan. I went back inside and I can't recall if he came in as well or went home but at any rate we didn't stay out that night. Next morning when I went out there it was absolutely loaded with mosquitos. I guess that unlike the snake they'd not have killed us but sure would have made out life miserable with all the blood they'd have taken from us and in those days malaria was a very real threat which I did get once and had to spend several days in the hosptial to recover from. No telling whether one or both of us would have contacted it from that experience had we stayed really.

I guess it was some sort of similar premonition tho that ran us back inside the house that night.

good shot · « **Reply #49 on:** October 26, 2009, 04:06:48 AM »

I, too, believe in and know my Creator and follow His leading.
Some of these reports are hard to fit into my understanding of His world.
I know how I and the group I hunt with change during deer season , we get more in tune with nature, we get where we can feel when deer are there, sometimes smell the musky smell of a big buck, that is what happened when we got the one I have hanging on the wall, the sense's get sharp , heart quickens,you think, "there's deer here" and in a few minutes you see something move or it seems they just appear, noiselessly.
I spoke with a man who had been a bush pilot in Alaska, said he was flying over a remote area, saw something big, hairy, bipedal , walking from one tree line to another, didn't know what it was .
You hear too many reports from people who are solid citizens for there not to be something.
There are way too many cases where people go pale , get goose bumps and don't want to say anything more.
Best wishes,

IOWA DON · « **Reply #50 on:** October 26, 2009, 10:14:11 AM »

Just after graduating from high school (1967) I was parking in an old (long abandoned) army camp in fairly large woods with a girlfreind (at night). A big tall something walked past the side window of the car a few feet away. If it was a human, he was really big! I got the engine started and got out of there ASAP and we never parked there again.

shortround · « **Reply #51 on:** October 26, 2009, 04:26:47 PM »

I've really enjoyed reading these stories and there's no telling what's out there in the woods or in the darkest recesses of our minds.

I've only had two careers after college. I've been a soldier and a cop. I've seen action in Grenada, Lebanon, Central America and most recently Afghanistan. I've worked in all facets of law enforcement including uniform patrol, investigations and SWAT.

I've been shot, stabbed, blown up and had numerous broken bones and spent more than my share in emergency rooms getting fixed up.

I've never had any of these feelings myself and wish I'd had them, because maybe it would have saved me some pain. But, just like many of you I know people who have had these feelings and because they listened to them, they were able to get away from something bad or worse.

It's smart to listen to that little voice and if it tells you to get the heck away from somewhere than by all means do it.

I wish I'd had that voice warn me about some of the women I've gone out with. Maybe they WERE bigfoot, they sure were'nt human!

good shot · « **Reply #52 on:** October 27, 2009, 11:28:10 AM »

Iowa Don-- Did that happen here in Iowa? I thought we were too "settled" to have anything that wild, with other areas of the country over run with wild pigs we only have a few in the southern counties, from what I have heard.

I worked with a gentleman who had served in Korea, was driving a jeep through shelling, heard a voice tell him "get out", did so and the next shell hit the jeep as it continued on after he jumped out.

Bigeasy · « **Reply #53 on:** October 27, 2009, 12:13:11 PM »

OK, here is one I don't talk about often. Back when I was 16, living in CT., and just got my drivers lisc., myself and 3 friends drove up to Maine to camp out, and deer hunt. I had been up numerous times with my father, the rest had not, but it was big adventure for all of us. We found a nice spot on an old, abandoned dirt road. Set up our tent. The next day, we noticed accross the road, a little in the woods, was an old grave yard. Most of the stones were from the early 1800's, about half a dozen different families.

That day, one of the guys, Bob, got really drunk, and decided to shoot one of the grave stones with his 30-30. Before we could stop him, he did, and the stone broke in two. We were all mad, and it really freaked us out, especially me. I was reading Steven Kings Salems Lot at the time, so that didn't help. We really ragged on him about it, but he could care less. That night something woke us up, and it was Bob crying. He said he had a nightmare about what he had done. He wouldn't talk about it. That morning he went out and placed the broken half back on top. He was quiet all week, and at the end of the week, on the way out of town (don't want to mention the name of the town) he insisted on stoping at the local church, and tracking down the Reverend. He gave him what ever cash he had, don't know how much, and asked him to see the stone was replaced. That was the last time Bob went hunting with us, and for as long as I knew him, he wouldn't talk about it. I am one of these guys that don't believe in the supernatural, but I will never forget that night in the tent, with him sobbing and shaking, noises in the woods, that damm vampire novel....

Larry

Graybeard · « **Reply #54 on:** October 27, 2009, 12:28:04 PM »

I don't really consider the occasional feeling of foreboding I have as a "sense of evil" as such but do feel that at times something warns me about things that might not go well for me. I do follow those feelings without fail. If I feel it's time to stop doing something, to do something or to put off or whatever I follow that odd feeling every time.

I dunno what is doing it and can't really say in many cases whether things would have gone bad for me had I not listened but I trust those warnings that come to me just the same. I refused a scheduled surgery for that reason a few years back. They wanted to open me up and go in for a surgery that I didn't really feel was gonna accomplish anything anyway but did agree to it. Then two nights before it I had a really bad feeling about it and called them next day and told them to forget it. Such forebodings have come to me many times why I have no clue.

Bigeasy · « **Reply #55 on:** October 27, 2009, 12:39:35 PM »

When you get that "hair standing up on the back of your neck" feeling, there is usually a good reason for it.

Larry

teamnelson · « **Reply #56 on:** October 27, 2009, 01:07:15 PM »

There's an idea known as the flaw of the excluded middle. For Americans & Europeans we operate typically on two planes : the physical concrete realm of science, and the transcendant spiritual (God) plane. For the rest of the planet there is a middle plane : the realm of ghosts, spirits, djinni, etc. Just because we in our rational post-industrial mindset may choose to exclude the middle does not mean it goes away.

I've got stories from every 2nd and 3rd world country I've travelled, and that's a few. My wife and I woke up in a former soviet republic having had the same identical dream, with a visible tangible black sooty evil presence in the room. It was a physical challenge to move, and it eventually passed. We were yards from the epicenter of the zorasterian religion, that worships the eternal fire in Azerbaijan. When my daughter was 8 years old she had a very detailed (pornographic) nightmare about a cult ritual in the temple of Aphrodite, something about which she had no information; we were living in Cyprus at the time. Used to live on a native burial ground the military built a base over; the architect lined the front and back doors up so the ghosts would pass through. (nope, not kidding).

As for animals, when I was a kid I had a close family member that I believe was if not possessed, then inhabited by demons, and we looked to our dog to give us a bead on how to deal with that person whenever they were around. My dog now has pointed, bristled, and growled so low as to nearly be silent at unseen presences ... in a way that you know its not just a cat in the yard. I don't think animals are more in tune ... I think we enlightened westerners have lost our awareness.

good shot · « **Reply #57 on:** October 27, 2009, 02:21:10 PM »

Mr. Graybeard, do you suppose that is how our Guardian Angels reach us?
I recall the program That's Incredible with Richard Thomas some years ago.
A toddler was home, mom got sick and passed out, child knew 911, operator picked up,
asked if anyone else was there, child said a man was there, operator asked what the man was doing, child said, he's telling me it will be all right.
Called was traced, responders showed up ,had to break in, mom revived, everything ok, nobody else in house.
A couple weeks later family was walking past a Christian bookstore in the mall, child sees a picture of a child sleeping with a very tall angel watching over , toddler says, "that's the man that was there when mommy was sick".
The 911 operator was there to confirm the call, the call tape was played back on the show.
There is a lot that is real but unseen.
Best wishes,

IOWA DON · « **Reply #58 on:** October 27, 2009, 03:00:19 PM »

GOOD SHOT - No, that was not in Iowa. It was just accross the Missouri River in the hills just north of the town of Plattsmouth, Nebraska. The area is now a bunch of small residential acratages. It's a bedroom community for Omaha. There were some pretty wild areas to the west of Plattsmouth along the Platte River and to the south of Plattsmouth along the Missouri River. In the mid-60's I saw turkeys and a river otter sout of Plattsmouth before I ever heard of anyone say they were around. I also saw what I though were cougar tracks and heard a bobcat scream. There were also reports of cougar sightings, one of which was from a guy who was real dependable. However, there were not a lot of deer back then like now. - DON

ToadHill · « **Reply #59 on:** October 27, 2009, 03:07:37 PM »

Just as Oldtimer said, the creepiest place on earth for me was Dachau. I went there in 1986 and as soon as I got near the place I had the strangest feeling. I concentrated on it and realized what was causing it. Not a sound, dead silence. No birds singing, no insects chirping, no dogs barking, and most of all many people on the grounds and not a work spoken. You could feel the evil like it was an envelope and you were sliding inside it.