Thread: Bad feeling

Originally Posted by gundoc

Visiting the battlefield at Culloden some years ago I was suddenly overcome and felt terrible, feeling like I had been hit in the stomach with a sledge hammer. A staff member came over and asked if I had ancestors who fought here which I confirmed was correct. He said he has seen it often in descendants who visit. I came right after a few minutes and continued my visit in a fairly somber mood. I had never experienced it before or since.

This happened to me at Gallipoli 1998,
There’s a long story to this. But let’s just keep it simple it was as you discussed above. Like being hit in the guts and feeling really ill and out of sorts.
Only found out after that I’d lost a family member there. William Simpson.

When I was 14. I was up the back of Lake Waikaremoana, Neaking into a patch of pungas and Ferns, looking for pigs I'd heard with Dads 44-40wcf
I was bending over half crouched looking for pork when!!! I got a fair wack up the arse..... I jumped and spun around with my hair on end n heart thumping in me tonsils ..... there was
Nothing there, just ferns and Punga????? What the heck just happened!!! I had unwittingly pulled back a branch and it got hooked back long enough on something to violently flick back around and scare the squeezers out of me!!! Ha ha good times....
The only worse bad feeling I've had... was in 2014 Doing FIFO, traveling to work and being stuck in a Bus in Mali West Africa. Waiting for the local driver to get to the bus. We where Outside the international airport in the car-park, surrounded by local Hawkers wanting to sell us anything and everything. With a drunk Aussie Drill operator goading n waving bundles of money thru the window. Jeering and teasing them with it... The only time I've ever felt the desire to want too kill someone...... Drunken mongrel.... You shoulda seen the seething look in their eyes .......They where not happy with the bus full of white westerners that's for sure........... Talk about bad feelings eh!

You fellahs have gotta stop smoking the electric puha.

Originally Posted by Rushy

You fellahs have gotta stop smoking the electric puha.

Nah mate, even I've had the sheenys a few times around the traps here in central. It's a very uncomfortable feeling when the hairs on the back of your neck start twangin away.

A while back I met this bloke and ended up taking him for a hunt to 1 of my handy bush stalking spots , if I went there 10 time’s I’d see deer probably 7 or maybe 8 time’s it was quite good for a quick stroll , anyway the guy as it turned was quite spiritual and started telling me a few story’s , we got to the ridge top & I said keep your eyes open as down below is where the deer bed up ...a short time later I hear a whisper ...I can see one he says ...I says shoot it ...he says noooo seemly there was a rather angry spirit just over yonder so naturally Me being me i asked exactly where so I changed course and ....got the fuck out of there !! , came out onto some clearings and seemly this spirit was stalking us so long story short missed out on a stag as I was thinking of hebi jebies I now call the space spook hill and as yet have not been back ...however I’m thinking I mite go check the place out again just as soon as I get my hands on a decent particle thrower & proton pack .

this wasn't when hunting but some friends of mine used to stay in a house up north that was known for a lot of spiritual activity in the area.0ne night staying there for some reason i woke and could see a dark human shape coming up the stairs and into the room and it stood there not moving at the end of my bed. had a weird feeling about it as it moved quite smoothly and this place had creaky floors but there was no creaking that you would get if it was a person. i just thought it was my mates son coming into the room and getting some stuff as his bag was on the floor at the end of my bed. Next morning at breakfast i just asked the son if he got what he wanted and he could of turned the light on if he wanted... no-one was up in the house at that time then we realized we had had one of the many visits that was common for that area....this is just one of the experiences from that place...

not really scary shit in the bush but.... i seem to have really vivid dreams now and then some of which have come about after i have forgotten about them, so i now make it a habit of writing them down or telling people for my own sanity if i do get that de ja vu feeling. ........the most recent two were winning $10 mill on lotto including the circumstances around how i bought the ticket where i bought the ticket and the conversation that ensued at the shop when i went to claim the prize.......and the other was a news broadcast about a magnitude 8 earthquake in the vacinity of mt dunstan , now i had never heard of mt dunstan before so dont know where my subconcious would get that from searched it on the maps apparently theres 2 , 1 in the tararuas and one in the southern alps? ......watch this space i guess

i get the dream thing quite a lot slowly getting the hang of how it works for me didn't really look into it to much until the dream about my grandfather dieing that dream was so realistic shook me a bit when it started playing out exactly as per the dream..

Parts of your story MD remind me of when I was a young fella, about 13-14 from memory and I had a bit of a "forbidden love" with one of the local shepherds daughter. One stage I pushed my old xr200 couple hundred metres down the road in the middle of the night then fired it up once I was out of earshot of our place and hooned the 10 or so kms around to their farm and stopped a few hundred metres away and stashed my bike in the bushes on the side of the road and waited for her to rendezvous.
The first time we did this I was waiting for her to show up and then I heard her dad's dogs start up, being a shepherd he had probably 9 or 10 of them and they were all in a dog motel under these big pines along her driveway, I could see from my vantage point up the road a light come up her driveway and drive around a bit and she never showed up. Spoke to her the next day and her old man had heard the dogs going off when she tried to walk past them and came out for a look around so she chickened out and snuck back to bed again.
The second time we tried this however I decided that me old mum had been trying to put the good word of the Lord into me for a long enough that it wouldn't hurt to say a little prayer and ask the big fella to shut the dogs up. It seemed to work and I was bloody convinced the fella upstairs must have helped me out. Tried praying for all sorts of stuff after that and didn't seem to work anymore though haha

On one side of the Copeland years ago by myself and heading back to the hut when I got this almost panic attack type chilly feeling. a feeling that I was alone/abandoned and that I just HAD to get back across the river, did that and the feeling went away.

I am used to being alone and frequently hunt alone so I’ve no idea what prompted the above, never happened before or since, eerie...

A spot my brother and I frequent in the north Tararua's quite a lot.

Every time I go there I always get the same weird, ominous feeling. Something about the place just seems really off and I always get the sense I am being watched (even though I know there is no-one around for miles). Talked to the bro about it and he said he gets the same feeling. Never managed to spend more than one night in the place, always pack for a few and end up bailing after one. Dog gets weirded out as well, always has her heckles up and seems on edge.

Plenty of deer in there though so I keep going back.. lol.

Yep on Ruapehu.

Was hunting one day and pushed into this little clearing in some tight stuff. Felt like I was being watched, all of my hair stood up and I could smell something burning or cooking. Hard to explain exactly but it was like there was nothing else in the world but that smell.

Originally Posted by hebe

Yep on Ruapehu.

Was hunting one day and pushed into this little clearing in some tight stuff. Felt like I was being watched, all of my hair stood up and I could smell something burning or cooking. Hard to explain exactly but it was like there was nothing else in the world but that smell.

Google "Fire and brimstone" for an explanation

Originally Posted by Kiwi Sapper

Google "Fire and brimstone" for an explanation

Didn’t smell like sulphur, more like cooking meat. Either way, I won’t go back there.

So I heard about a young guy around 17yrs old who went to help repair a large fishing trawler.
They where painting and doing anchor capstan winch and chain repairs as well..... The day progressed and the ship finally sailed once repaired..... The young lad was never seen, after a few days he was reported missing and never found.... The next time the ships anchor chain locker was opened they found bones and they ended up being this young lads remains.... Somehow he got trapped in the chain locker was entombed and his banging and screaming went unheard...... What a shitty way to go?? The anchors Chain links where too big for him to lift and bang on the hull plates and the noise of the ships Generators and hydraulics drowned anything out.... I hate thinking about that young kid.... I find myself visualizing his helpless situation alone and without any chance.... The dread and terror being trapped in that situation would be endless and unrelenting until the end...... Kinda the ultimate "BAD" Feeling