The Sense of Evil.

[45-70.gov]

i  got that  feeling  last summer
my  son and  i were diving on a  jetty  on the south end of the island
we  never  saw  so many  big  fish  and visability  was  great  for  here .... 20  ft

i  got a bag  feeling
told  my son we  needed to get out of  here
figured it was  just my imagination.....you know how it is  with  your  kids [even grown ones]
a  man  on the beech  ask  us if we  saw  those  2 six foot  sharks  by  us.......no  we  didnt
it was  on the other side  where  he couldnt  see us that i got the feeling
i  ask  a local  diver  if she  ever  dove on  that jetty
she  said  ''no   do  you think  i am crazy....theres  too  many sharks there''

saw  2 sharks in  the  kayaks  last  time we  were  there


can't  explain  that  feeling 
never  thought about it  too much  till this thread

thinking  it was  just my imagination

[Swampman]

I once had a chance to go into the Worchester House at New Echota, GA.  At the time I don't think it was open for tours.  The hair on my neck stood up and my skin crawled the whole time.  When I got outside I ask the others if they noticed anything unusal and they all said they felt the same way I did.  I didn't know the place was supposed to be haunted at the time.  Here's a link.  Thousands of Cherokees died in a huge pen about 250 yards from this house.

http://books.google.com/books?id=kAK1p91zJEwC&lpg=RA1-PA135&ots=u0Wl9OA3Bp&dq=worcester%20house%20new%20echota%20haunted&pg=RA1-PA135#v=onepage&q=worcester%20house%20new%20echota%20haunted&f=false.

[wganz]

There are many gifts given to believers and one is the discerning of spirits. It was the one that was given unto me and it isn't definitely one to boast about. The times that I've seen fallen angels they will appear as a floating black orb or the air will be distorted like hot water vapor from a pot spout. With the 'black orb' ones, the best way to describe it is like they're PhotoShopped into your vision. I can turn and the side of my body towards them will get chill bumps. If they are close, I can sense their utter evil and pure hatred that they have towards humans.

Not sure if the 'Shadow People' that I see are the same thing(possible a different rank in that unholy host), but still have a sense of fear and evil when I see them.

They fear only one thing. Prayer. Use it a lot.
It will be a joyous day when they're all rounded up and put away.


ETA
"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." Ephesians 6:12

[Alan4620]

I am so glad I am not alone in this feeling.Over 37 years ago when I was around 15 years old and afraid of nothing.We lived in Tallahassee Florida next to the old Spanish mission San Luis.
One night I awoke suddenly and had an overwhelming fear come over me.I bolted from my bed and ran as fast as I could down the street screaming to the top of my voice.
After running past about 4 houses I slowed down  and thought "what am I running from?" I turned and went back home.
As I entered my house I walked into the kitchen(entry)to the hall past my parents room and peeked in.They were still snoring and all was well there.I was puzzled as to what was wrong and I kept going to my room and all was fine until I walked into my room when this over powering sense of doom/evil came over me.All the hairs on my body were standing up and my heart was racing.I layed in my bed all the rest of the night without sleep afraid of what was "after me"

To this day, I do not know what this was.I kind of hope I never do. 

[zeke08]

I read one time that the indians believed that bf could project feelings and make u not see him. Then once on one of the shows they spoke about it as well. they said thats why people get an overwhelming sense of fear when they have a encounter with bf. Has anyone ever heard of this?

[shortround]

I read one time that the indians believed that bf could project feelings and make u not see him. Then once on one of the shows they spoke about it as well. they said thats why people get an overwhelming sense of fear when they have a encounter with bf. Has anyone ever heard of this?

I had the same feeling of fear when my ex wife and her mother were around. Only difference was you always saw them!

[good shot]

Sounds like you might have married an alien, sent here from another planet to make your life miserable.
I think it becomes a dominant gene.
Best wishes, 

[good shot]

Graybeard: found this in the Good Book , it is attributed to the Redeemer.
If He acknowledged the existence of ghosts I now must fit this in to my understanding of how it all fits together.

Luke 24:39 (New International Version)

39Look at my hands and my feet. It is I myself! Touch me and see; a ghost does not have flesh and bones, as you see I have."

[Swampman]

http://www.boogieonline.com/stories/v01n26/ghosts.html

I took this picture myself last Friday night in the Gray House 314 Alcaniz St. in Pensacola, FL.  This house has a long documentation of being haunted. Check out Capt. Tom in the link to read about the house.

[mtmarfield]

  Greetings!

   You folks need to look for a great little book, entitled; "Strangely Enough", by C.B. Colby, 1959. The author drew the collection of tales from all around the world, but mostly from the U.S., and originally published them in a newspaper column, "Adventure Today".
   These tales, legends, stories, take your pick, all have to do with ghosts, hauntings, hidden treasure, strange happenings, etc. The decomposing paperback that I have is the 1963 Abridged edition (the year of my birth), and I've had it since the 5th Grade! They are very entertaining, and as true or real as you want them to be. The value of a tale is in the telling, and you just might enjoy this book.

   Be Well!

                  M.T.Marfield

[Austin1]

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.

That interesting about Cyprus the hotel I stayed in was built on top of tombs and are room was right above them. When I was in St Petersburg Russia been there twice now I would have dreams about the City and what it looked like in WW2 my wife say's it's the only time I talk in my sleep they are not scary dreams though just strange dreams.

[bearmgc]

While stationed in Germany, I traveled every chance I could get, visited castles and old, old gasthouses/resturants. Every now and then, I'd enter a place, or a room, that instantly ran shivers through me, imparting a sense of doom. I'd have to leave. I've never really experienced those sensations to such an extent like I did there.

[wetduck]

this may be one of the best threads I have come across.
the only time I have felt EVIL it was eminating from humans not in the natural world.
I dont have any specific stories to add, but a couple of obsevations I have made on my own.
I have the site gift my youngest son does also, it is very stange and wildly unnerving till you get used to it. I have spent a couple years explaining it to my son, so that he can learn to relax and not fear it. I believe it is just another part of some instinct buried in our soul from the past.
Some of us have a greater connection to who we were in the past, normal people will pick up on this and are are uneasy about your presence sometimes.

As for animals sencing if you are hunting them or not it is absolutly true,think of the times when you were hunting and feeling the NEED to shoot some thing or even when you had some in your party that was still in the  I GOTTA KILL A BIG BUCK mode, you will find that the quarry was all more nervous/wary then when you spirit is at peace.

[45-70.gov]

may be  that  is  why i get  skunked  hunting  so  much

[JonD.]

One of my own experiences was during a different kind of hunting.  (It was in the “outdoors”, so I’m going to go ahead and post it; I hope you’ll forgive me.)  I was a Dallas Police Officer, training a new officer.  He was much older than I, in fact, he’d been an Army Ranger during Vietnam, when I was only a child.  Very level-headed, mature, and cool, as you’d expect.  

We were sent to a “missing neighbor” call.  Nobody’s seen the folks next door for a week.  Papers on the grass, etc.  Maybe dead inside, maybe gone and forgot to cancel delivery, who knows?  It was about noon, in the middle of the summer.  Not an intense call, and we’re very relaxed about it.

As we approach the front door, I start to get a weird feeling.  Almost like a physical resistance to moving forward.  The hairs on my neck were standing up, but I forced myself to knock at the door.  I’m being watched, and I’m the example.  I’ve got to do my job.  No answer.  I had to look in the window.  I tell my “rookie”, “Hey, go around back, see if the door’s open.  I don’t smell anything like a dead body, but if we can check, we really should.”  As he circles the house, I screw up my courage, and look into the windows at the front of the house.  Piles of books and magazines clutter the house.  I mean 4 to 6 foot piles, or stacks, more precisely.  I had the strong sense of something watching me, and a strong sense of evil.  Like Echo4Lima, I found myself thinking; “If I go in there, it’ll get me.  I’ll never come out.”  I had a sense of something lurching through the darkness of the unlit house.  Something evil.  The phrase someone, never came to mind.  It was some THING….

I’m not a religious person, I don’t hunt ghosts or panic easily.   I’ve been shot at a few times, and am still here to tell about it.  I’d never felt like this except in childhood nightmares.  I understand about how the amygdala (primal fear center) works, and can see no logical reason for its sudden stimulation.

About this time, the “rookie” came back around, and said the back was locked up.  I said, “Good, let’s go”, and we did.  Quickly.  About 2 blocks away, he said, “Man, I don’t know what it was, but from the time we got out of the car, that place scared the hell out of me!  I’ve never felt anything like that.  There was something evil in that house.”

I hadn’t told him of my fears, and we hadn’t been telling creepy stories beforehand, but we’d both had the same primal fear instinct.  We talked about it (but only between ourselves) for days.

I never found out what was in the house, and I never want to.

And I never doubt that when somebody says they sensed evil, that they were telling the truth.

Gavin deBecker, in his excellent (except for biased, anti-gun comments) book, the “Gift of Fear”, says:

“Intuition is soaring flight compared to the plodding of logic.  
Nature’s greatest accomplishment, the human brain, is never more efficient or
invested than when its host is at risk.  Then, intuition is catapulted to another
level entirely, a height at which it can accurately be called graceful, even miraculous.  
Intuition is the journey from A to Z without stopping at any other letter along the way.  
It is knowing, without knowing why."


Echo4Lima is right.  It is there, it is in us, and it’s for a reason.  Heed it.

I have no doubt you came in contact with and evil spirit.

The Bible has much to say about evil spirits lurking about, running to and fro. Jesus cast them out of people, so did the apostles. One story tells of a bunch of Jews who tried also to cast out evil spirits by "the Jesus who Paul preached"(they were "vagabond" and did not believe on Him themselves) and the spirits pounced on them sending them fleeing out of the house "wounded and naked"(Acts 19:13).

My friends, the devil and his army of evil spirits are very much up to the same things this day and this time as he was in Bible times. This evil you see on the news of these monsters who do unspeakable things to children and the heinous crimes that take place, are all the work of evil spirits. There are people walking about in your town who are possessed by an evil spirit. There are places such as the house that Brock Samson encountered where spirits inhabit. You seethem commonly referred to as "haunted" or "ghosts". This stuff is real, there are even people who really do contact the "dead" called seances or fortune tellers. Most of them are frauds, but there are some who are the real McCoy, and they aren't talking to "friends or loved ones who have passed on", they are dealing with and get there power from very powerful evil spirits. Stay away from anything of this sort, and just like Brock said in quoting Echo4Lima, that "primal fear" you have is there for a reason. And if we do encounter such, we need not fear for there is One who is greater than all of these, and He is the Lord Jesus Christ. Demons tremble at His name. AMEN!!! If you are born of His Spirit, then no evil spirit, not even satan himself is stronger than He that is in you. "greater is He that is in you than he that is in the world" 1 John 4:4

[Swampman]

My friends adopted a crack baby.  As he got older he was very scarry.  I could barely look at him.  They finally had to put him in a home.  He tried to stab several people.  He'd act super friendly until he got close enough to stab you.

[Squib]

long story short I was a marine and got blown up, so I wasn't a sissy at 20yrs old.  anyways, my best friend came back from our platoon's first deployment about three months after me (he didn't get blown up and sent home) and after leave the battalion had a lot of down time (because about a quarter of us were wounded and such, no training).  I was athiest, and he was wiccan.  He's still a practicing wiccan and does "the craft", I don't mess with many pagan, nature worship or even buddhist rituals anymore, and I definitely don't mess with legitimate "spells" either.  a ritual for good luck, asking for some "juice" from a nature spirit/force in the woods to "plug in" while hunting maybe, but not "witch craft".  I also believe in spirits now, not overt poltergeists going berserk, but the possibility of being contacted if the conditions are met, and I'm not an athiest anymore.  It actually got me going to church too, here's the story.

We're out in town, spending up our lance corporal money, being big bad marine vets (or hoping the girls at the bars think so?), getting tattoos, drinking, eating out to avoid the chow hall.. all of it.  He always makes his own meds- no NSAIDS for him, no icy-hot, no caffeine pills.  He would brew up his own teas and potion, and they worked!  Same for spirituality, he did his own.  No church for him, celtic rituals and native american rituals did him just fine.  I went to some of those new age/ ecclectic rituals too (the things you get talked into doing as a young guy with time on your hands), and while I'd feel something, I never really "plugged into it".  That changed once: we were at a wiccan store, he had picked up some ingredients for some healing potion (aching joints because he blew out his knee if I remember correctly) and I was looking at the myriad books on the shelves killing time.  Me being an athiest and being upset by everyone else going to nirvana, summerland, heaven and such, I was mad mouthing it all under my breath.  I said it was all bull, and I felt some air flow on my neck, right behind my right ear.  I heard something faint.  I looked around, and though it was creepy that this happened right as I was murmuring my disrespect, I kept on with it.  Same thing, but the airflow had a more tangible "shape" to it, like an airhose in a shop- it was hitting one specific area on my neck, and the noise sounded like a muffled voice.  I looked around, on the ceiling for a vent, I put my hand up to the book cases to check for some airflow from an obstructed vent, NOTHING.  I can't put it into words, not the feelings I mean, just the event.  The second occurence got me really rattled.  Immediately after the second time I just blurted out loud something like "this is bullsh**" and it was not pressure on a spot on my neck but two hot points going into my neck, like breath from a nose going to my neck while someone whispered in my ear but it wasn't whispers, it was rageful screaming- muffled and garbled like a bad radio transmission but loud.  I told my buddy that we had to leave and he said something about me "holding on" till he bought his ingredients but I just ran out the door crying.  I was in the car crying until he came out.  He believed the story, claiming that the place was powerful, and that the store owner wasn't just a crazy old woman.  Neither of them heard a thing, not a thing.  He and I agreed that I shouldn't have aired my disrespect and we were our way in a hurry, peeling out of course.  Thing is, I was exposed to death and blood a bit before that happened and not prone to crying.  and running, I had extensive shrapnel damage to my left leg that was only about six months old at that point and had trouble even walking.  when a spirit targets you, the ability to run is a wonderful thing and I don't know how I got it back for those brief moments but I ran like a healthy man then, and fast.  maybe you need to live pious and perfect, maybe you just need to mind your own business?  I know that in matters of spirit, just like the real world, you don't provoke.  that is my ultimate lesson, I do NOT provoke anything.  also, I now believe in something greater than flesh and physical death.  I don't understand it all, but I know it's real.  there is another side to the world we live in.

[BoomLover]

Don't know if this is the place for this story, but here goes....a few years ago, I was driving up a wash in the SoCal desert, out just south of I-15, about 20 miles out of Stateline, Nevada, on the California side. Anyway, I topped out of this wash on to a plateau, and the dirt road curved sharply to the right. I made the curve, then looked to my right for no good reason, and saw a cougar sitting in the scrub brush only about 15 feet off the road. I really wanted a picture of that, grabbed my camera bag, and stepped out. This guy, not very old, maybe a year or so, already stood about 2 1/2 feet off the ground, and was about 6 foot long, with a tail about 2 ft. Anyway, I tried to get closer, and he just got up, turned around and started walking away from me, slowly weaving in and out thru the brush. I followed, (not too smart!) for about 75 feet or so, and he kept turning and looking at me, as if to say, "Come on, lets play." Anyway, I got this hair raising feeling, went kind of cold and tingly, stopped and looked around. I suddenly saw a BIG (did I say BIG!) mama Cougar walking towards the little guy and myself, from about 200 feet away. I turned, dropped everything and ran for my life! I made it to the truck, just sure she was right behind me, ready to smack me down, but when I jumped into the truck and turned to look, nothing! Anyway, for whatever reason, God was with me that day, and I think He or something for sure warned me! I know that she could have caught me within about 20 or 30 feet, but I guess that wasn't the plan that day!

[Clodhopper]

Don't know if this is the place for this story, but here goes....a few years ago, I was driving up a wash in the SoCal desert, out just south of I-15, about 20 miles out of Stateline, Nevada, on the California side. Anyway, I topped out of this wash on to a plateau, and the dirt road curved sharply to the right. I made the curve, then looked to my right for no good reason, and saw a cougar sitting in the scrub brush only about 15 feet off the road. I really wanted a picture of that, grabbed my camera bag, and stepped out. This guy, not very old, maybe a year or so, already stood about 2 1/2 feet off the ground, and was about 6 foot long, with a tail about 2 ft. Anyway, I tried to get closer, and he just got up, turned around and started walking away from me, slowly weaving in and out thru the brush. I followed, (not too smart!) for about 75 feet or so, and he kept turning and looking at me, as if to say, "Come on, lets play." Anyway, I got this hair raising feeling, went kind of cold and tingly, stopped and looked around. I suddenly saw a BIG (did I say BIG!) mama Cougar walking towards the little guy and myself, from about 200 feet away. I turned, dropped everything and ran for my life! I made it to the truck, just sure she was right behind me, ready to smack me down, but when I jumped into the truck and turned to look, nothing! Anyway, for whatever reason, God was with me that day, and I think He or something for sure warned me! I know that she could have caught me within about 20 or 30 feet, but I guess that wasn't the plan that day!

You are very lucky that you didn't trigger the chase instinct of the cats.  No way you could ever outrun them or out fight them!  Never ever turn your back on a cat and run, it makes you look like prey and a lot easier to catch than a deer!  And if you have something in your hands keep it.  It could be used as a weapon or at least something you can put between their teeth and your neck.  Continue to face the cat and back away slowly, they usually don't have much interest in humans but can be provoked by getting too close to a kill or running from them.  We have lots of them here in California, just look at our deer herds, and since we can't hunt them they are losing their fear of humans!

[BoomLover]

Yep, I know that now! That was actually more than a few years ago, I was a lot younger and dumber then! A freind told me about an incident he and his sisters had when they were younger. They were living in Oklahoma, and were walking home from school one day, and walked thru a wooded rocky area. He said they all felt the hair raise on the back of their necks, but couldn't see or hear anything. When they got home they told their parents about it, and their Dad went back to take a look. He found Cougar tracks in the brush, leading up to and away from a big rock that they had passed by. Most likely that cougar was up on the rocks watching them pass thru, and they felt it at the time. He said he was about 8 or 9, and his sisters younger than he.

[Clodhopper]

I've had them follow me while walking around the mountains and canyons, saw their tracks on top of mine while coming out.  I was sitting on a rock watching a hill side for deer late one after noon when I got the feeling that I wasn't alone.  Slowly started scanning around the area and directly behind me, across a ravine, and about 60 yards away a cougar was sitting and watching me.  As soon as we locked eyes it got up and walked away and disappeared.  By then the hair on my back probably made me look like a ridgeback.  I like the thrill of seeing them, it makes me feel like I am really in the wild.  Definitely sharpens your senses and wakes you up!

[myronman3]

back in august of 08 i was headed to a buddies house to test fire a new glock.  the sun was shining, the weather was warm and the day was perfect.  i was on my harley springer, and life was perfect.   the road was straight with a few rises in it so you couldnt see what was on the other side.   i was rolling on the throttle and enjoying the warmth of the day thoroughly.  i heard a voice tell me "look out."  i let off the throttle some and just then i crested a small dip in the road and there were 2 cars side by side dead in front of me.     long story short, i escaped by the skin of my teeth but did crash the bike at 60mph.  i walked away with some minor cuts and bruises, no helmet; just blue jeans and a t shirt.     
 
  some dont believe in miracles, but me being alive is one of them. 

[grumpyErik]

Once, when I was a kid out hunting I walked further than I ever had into the woods and came across a place where I felt really weird. I got a cold chill and my hair was standing on end. The place was deadly quiet too, no birds singing, nothing. I don't know why but this place really creeped me out. Needless to say, I turned around and walked back to the farm. I never did figure out what was making me so spooky but I sure as heck never went back to that spot.

Perhaps it was an Indian burial ground?

[Swampman]

There are places like that in the woods.  They are like dead zones.

[Skeezix]

I was on our tractor disking one of our green fields on part of our farm where we deer hunt.  I was over the hill east of where my father was sitting in a chair in the shade near his truck waiting on me and just enjoying the beautiful day, and I couldn't see him.  As I was working out the east end of that field, something told me I needed to go check on Dad.  I thought, "I'll finish this round and go check on him", and started to turn the tractor around to start another pass.  

But the thought hit me so powerfully that it was almost like someone was yelling at me, "Go check on your father!! NOW!!!"   I raised the disk and headed back towards where he was.  I heard and felt "FASTER!!"  I upshifted the tractor and pulled the throttle open further.  Again I felt and heard "FASTER!!"  I shifted all the way up into road gear and pulled the throttle wide open.  I came flying over the top of the hill towards my Dad bouncing and going so fast that I was having trouble keeping the tractor under control.  Dad saw me coming and looked at me like I was crazy and wondering what the hell I was doing, and I was wondering the same thing.  I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing.

Then I saw it!!  There was a 4 ft long timber rattler crawling up under my Dad's chair from behind him, and it was starting to coil up!  As I roared down towards him, my Dad was looking at me, now wild eyed, and started trying to get up out of his lawn chair.  He had had a stroke not too long before this and his right side was still partially paralyzed, so he was having a hard time of it.  The snake was getting ready to strike him in the back of his legs, but Dad had no idea it was there.

As I got close, in one motion, I slammed on the brakes, yanked on the parking brake, knocked the tractor out of gear, slapped the throttle closed, and the tractor started skidding and pivoting to the left.  I bailed off the tractor, drawing my Glock 17, hit the ground running towards Dad, pistol in hand, trying to aim at the snake.

My Dad now had the horrified look on his face that he was facing a murderous mad man, and it was his son!  As I ran and aimed at the snake, it was like some force took my hand and steadied my aim.  The snake was drawing back its head to strike Dad, and I squeezed the trigger.   The bullet severed the snake's neck about 3 inches behind the head and its body lunged and flopped to the ground, the head a few inches from my Dad's heels.

My Dad couldn't talk very good then but he blurted out perfectly "WHAT TH' HELL??!!"  

"Look behind you!" I gasped.

It's a wonder he wasn't already in cardiac arrest, but seeing that snake there by his feet probably nearly sent him over the edge.  He's always hated snakes.

I strongly believe that a guardian angel warned me, then spurred me on, and then assisted my aim and trigger control, in order to save my Dad's life.  Dad had been bitten by a copperhead several years before this and had had a very severe reaction to even a very small amount of antivenin they tried to give him.  He would not have survived that rattlesnake bite.  

[Squib]

makes you wonder how he got that good favor, doesn't it?!  must be a good man...

[Swampman]

There are no good men.  If God needs us to do something later on, he will make sure we are still alive when he needs us.

[243dave]

There are good men and there are bad men.  Sometimes good men suffer and live short lives, while bad men prosper and live to be old.  I try not to question why it is so, because I know its the reward after-wards that count. Sorry to get of topic.......Dave  

[Swampman]

The reward has nothing to do with being good or bad.  We are all bad in the eyes of the one who rewards.

[myronman3]

   i wonder when the election to elect swampman "the grand poohbah of the way it is" was held?  because for the life of me, i dont remember it happening.