What is the most evil thing you have ever encountered / experienced?

I've had several i've experienced in my life. Luckily nothing long lasting.
A haunted house I lived in - first time I ever experienced terrifying fear.
Evil relatives - including one that was directly related to a serial killer
and a few places i've visited that have made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I visited a old house that was turned into a museum. I immediately got a weird feeling in there.
I asked the curator if there were any ghost stories. He said he was a member of the clergy and wouldn't say yes or no,
but said "if there are any, I would say they are very nice ghosts" those were his exact words.


I'd love to hear what you have experienced.

First wife.

Second line.

I met a guy once who liked his steak well done, then he proceeded to put ketchup on it.

a reply to: JAGStorm

My mother-in-law, and I'm neither joking nor being stereotypical.

originally posted by: RickinVa
First wife.

Second line.

Word!

To your Mother (in law)

Progressive Liberalism...

This guy I knew who was around 40 and would lie through his teeth, charm, and dose girls with '___' to brainwash them in a very Manson-like fashion. Then he'd sleep with them. Young guys would hang around him like a gang. They paid for everything for them. If you'd try to tell these kids the truth about him or what he was saying/doing, watch out.

Most evil I've ever experienced.

What is the most evil thing you have ever encountered / experienced?

Yesterday.

Telling a complete stranger to eff off for texting me, and using a word that's very,very bad to describe her.

originally posted by: AScrubWhoDied
I met a guy once who liked his steak well done, then he proceeded to put ketchup on it.

My God man, you're lucky to be alive!!

You don't put ketchup on steak.

For the love of God.

originally posted by: RickinVa
First wife.

Second line.

Yep... I can vouch. Mine wore the same devil horn tattoo that you could only see once you got married.

a reply to: JAGStorm

I'm from SW Louisiana. I have a full campfire's worth of tales. Some I've even witnessed myself.

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My uncle held his girlfriend at knife point until the the stun grenades hit. He was talked into letting his son and myself out before hand. He had a look of something evil in him.

Saw a guy pull a gun out and shoot before I dipped back into my house. There was return fire. I don't know if anything about it was evil though.

I've had a bunch of paranormal experiences, but I'll tell you about one in particular.
There was this local spot with a bunch of lore around it that was supposedly haunted. I used to hang out there at night with friends from time to time to see if we encountered anything. I did a few times, but one night was rather extreme.
Me and my friend Sarah were sitting in my car, parked and turned off... Just sitting there listening. Off in the distance in the woods, we heard this drum sound, kindof like in the video below - listen to get an idea. It was faint at first, a slow "boom, boom, boom". Over the next minute or two, it started coming closer and getting louder and louder, when all the sudden it was LOUD and surrounding the car from apparently every direction - "BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!". Now, I know what it feels like to feel kindof creeped out, or feel like you're being watched in the woods or something - nope. This went way beyond being creeped out. It felt like the life was sucked out of the air around us and I felt this completely overwhelming like... dread, death, sickness, wrong, I don't know how to explain it. At the same time, Sarah just absolutely flipped **** in a massive panic and started screaming at me "WE NEED TO GO, SOMETHING BAD IS HERE!". I usually find paranormal stuff awesome, hence why I enjoyed hanging out at local haunted spots at night and tended to get excited when I did encounter anything, but that night I was so overwhelmed with fear that I actually started crying. Needless to say I immediately turned my car on and sped off down the road.
I don't like using the term "demonic", but that's the best way I can think of describing it.

Oh, now that I think about it, I did encounter something else I can call evil.
When I was little we had garage cats that roamed free (we lived in the woods). One evening me and my parents had gone away, and when we returned, I found one of my cats. It had been brutally tortured and was miraculously still alive. Apparently it had been in that condition for quite a while. I'm not going to go into detail about what was done to it, but it's something I won't forget seeing.
THAT is evil.

Much like Gothmog's reply, the manifestation of the liberals lack of morals and the evil at any cost they have come to encourage and proclaim as truths.

There is evil on both sides, but the blatant embracing of lying, cheating and brutality is more than just red flags.

I held open a door for a Feminist once.

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My wife and I once lived in Bartlesville, Oklahoma. There was a house beside us that as we were moving in suddenly was surrounded by "crime scene" tape. We thought about getting our deposit back but didn't know what happened and it seemed like a peaceful neighborhood, so we rolled the dice and decided to stay.

A few months later, a nice missionary couple moved in. They had two kids and everything seemed quite normal. They started a daycare for other kids. They didn't know what happened in the house either.

6 months or so later, things started getting odd. The couple would fight late at night, there was an occasional what we thought were physical altercations.

In the daytime, the guy started acting really odd... would no longer talk to us and started spending a lot of time in the garage out back.

There was one night where I was standing outside at 3 AM drinking a glass of wine and just winding down. There was a light in the garage.

As I watched (goosebumps on my arms right now typing this) whomever was in the garage cast a shadow on the back lawn. The shadow started spasming? or just moving so fast side to side and up and down that I couldn't keep track of what was going on. There was no noise at all.

I went in and spent the rest of the night on the couch with my Mossburg.. just waiting till the sun came up.

When the sun came up I made sure everything was quiet, told the wife to lock the dogs in the house when she went to work and went to work myself.

When we got home the "crime scene" tape was back up. I had a few friends that were cops by this time and all they could tell me was that nobody lived there anymore. There never was anything in the paper. The person living on the other side of the house was an old lady that had lived there forever... when I asked her about the house she just crossed herself and closed her door.

Nobody else on the block knew what was going on either.

My landlord bought the house for so cheap he was ecstatic about it. I asked to go into the house before they came to renovate.

There was nothing in the house but a little clutter and a few personal items from the last renter.

I am considered somewhat empathic... I can pick up things sometimes. I poked around the house a bit... it just felt.. blah. Nothing bad, nothing good.. just.. boring.

Then I walked into the master bathroom and it hit me so hard I couldn't breathe. It was like walking into a deep freezer, in my head.

I stepped back and put my arm into the doorway. I could watch the hairs on my arm raise as I put my arm into the space. Like a barrier... a huge difference.

I tried to go in again and just couldn't... it made my eyes tear up and my teeth were clenched so hard I broke off a piece of one of my crowns.

I left and we moved soon afterwards... there was a new young couple moving in next door with a child.

I have never figured out what it was about that house and the story behind it. The only thing I found is that it changed owners every few years and had for decades.

But whatever was in that bathroom was the worst thing I had ever felt.

I've plenty of other experiences... like another in this thread I've always tried to find anything paranormal wherever I lived and go poke around at midnight... just to see.

So that's my scary story, which probably isn't scary at all.

Terrified me though.

That would depend on one own definition of what evil is?

From a child using a magnifying glass on a ant hill, obivous mis treatment, to one death being a tradegy, while anymore then that a statistic.

Paranormal wise, well, a certain feeling that I can't describe or put in to words, but I find it memorable for some reason. I do recall it in my child hood too, but from what I remember, only when I was dreaming. Only many years later did it come to mind again, and has a few times. There was another feeling that I can't shake off, but it more or less felt more welcoming an warm, not so mysterious, but it only happened twice from what I remember.

Both felt like they were kind of walking over my grave though, where as some days, I really wish I would go and meet god. But that just me being mello dramatic.

I was walking across the street one day and nearing the opposite corner when a woman in a white Mercedes Benz comes zooming through the intersection heading right towards me. I sped up a little, but apparently not fast enough for her. I could see her face scowling at me through the windshield. It was one of pure malevolence beneath designer sunglasses, a very expensive hairdo, and way too much plastic surgery. My thought was that here was an aging beauty who at one time managed to snag a rich husband and believed that she was somehow a better, more important person than the common scum that I was. I thought that is was both scary and sad that here she was with all that money (apparently) and instead of making her happy all it did was turn her into a twisted, angry, stretched-face demon who I'm sure would have run me down if she thought she could get away with it.