Anyone else had weird experiences at old textile mills? Something followed me home from one in Rhode Island

Never been to Rhode Island but old industrial buildings here in Romania are genuinely unsettling in a way I can't fully explain. There's something about the combination of repetitive machinery noise having soaked into the walls for decades and the sheer number of people who basically had miserable lives working in those places. Not surprising if something lingers.

What followed you home though? Like actual physical stuff moving or more the feeling of being watched? I'm sceptical about most haunting claims but the "something attached itself to me" angle is one I find harder to dismiss outright, mostly because multiple people report the same pattern independently.

Anyone else got mill or factory experiences? Curious if its specific to textile mills or industrial buildings generally.

@ScrappyDrifter old mills are honestly some of the most active locations I've investigated. Done a few in West Yorkshire and the residual energy in those places is unlike anything else - you're right that it's something about the repetitive nature of the work, years and years of the same grinding routine, the same fear of losing fingers or worse. That kind of trauma doesn't just vanish when the machines stop.

The thing that gets me is how personal it feels. Not like a castle or a church where the activity feels grand and theatrical. Mills feel oppressive, almost resentful.

What followed you home from the Rhode Island site though - can you describe it more? Because I've had something attach itself to me after a mill visit near Halifax and I'd be curious whether theres any overlap in what you experienced.

@ScrappyDrifter the Romanian angle is really interesting actually - I wonder if theres something universal about industrial spaces that creates this kind of atmosphere regardless of where you are in the world. The repetitive nature of the work done in those places, hundreds of people doing the same motion day after day for years, has always struck me as potentially significant from an imprinting perspective. Like the environment literally absorbs that energy. Kent isnt exactly mill country but I visited a converted Victorian factory a couple years back and felt genuinely uneasy the whole time, kept hearing rhythmic sounds that werent there.