Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Stopping to pee in Mississippi on the drive to New Orleans.
Were we on the same road-trip, in the same car? Stopped on the way to Nola, driving straight through on the way to Mardi Gras, of all of the sights I saw that week, Miss. gas station pee break at 4am was by far the strangest and otherworldly experience. Many, many lifetimes ago it still sticks with me.
I’ve also had this experience, specifically in and around Jackson. We used to drive to and from Texas every year. When we had to stop and get gas my husband told me to lock the doors. The only hotel I’ve ever checked into and then left was in Jackson.
Racist much?![]()
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Dachau. There aren’t many buildings left, but even being where the barracks used to be is like someone put a heavy weight on you.
+1
I was there on a day when it was fairly busy with school groups, but found myself alone in the area with the former crematorium. It felt like there was a presence.
Anonymous wrote:The Burren in Ireland. Such a weird landscape like the moon. It was eerie but interesting. I wouldn’t want to be there at night. Got similar vibes in the Badlands.
Anonymous wrote:Ford’s Theater
Gettysburg-even my husband who doesn’t believe in ghosts found it incredibly creepy as if we had some sort of presence standing near us while we were there.
Lowell, MA- I was a teen when my parents insisted we visit there to see old mills and I found it so creepy.
York, Maine dates back to colonial times and while it is very pretty, I get a creepy vibe from it. There’s an old cemetery and an old colonial jail that have an strange vibe.