In 1995 I was attending a martial arts training camp at Camp Dry Gulch in Oaklahoma. This was the very same campground that an old kids television show, "The Gospel Bill Show" (it's a Christian campground) used to be filmed at. It was an old west town complete with a saloon, jail, livery, etc. One of the events that were a staple of these camps (I had been attending these camps for years) was the 'night games' where students were pitted against instructors in capture the flag type scenarios. I was a newly appointed instructor so I was assigned a location in the woods at a checkpoint for one of these games. I was in good company as I had my best friend along with me. He was a seasoned martial artist and a veteran who is one of the most level headed, logical people I know.
The checkpoint we were assigned was outside of the main Dry Gulch campground on the land surrounding the camp. We walked to the area on foot and as we got closer the woods got really quiet. I recall thinking this but didn't say anything at first. It was just THAT feeling. My buddy made the comment that the crickets had stopped chirping. This didn't help me in any way.
Upon arriving where we were to set up I noticed a small structure, what looked like a cabin nearby. As we walked up to take a closer look I stopped in my tracks, cold. I looked at my buddy and asked him what the place reminded him of. He replied with the answer I did not want to hear as it was familiar to him as well. The cabin looked identical to the one in the Evil Dead movies, complete with that creepy well out in front.
I was twenty five at the time and my friend, a couple years older than I, was always like a big brother to me. I relied on his logical, calm interpretation of things to offer some simple reasonable explanation like he'd done plenty of times in the past. Not this time. He didn't have to say a thing, we both knew we had to put a whole lot of GONE between us and this place and we did.
As we were walking out of the area he made mention of how, in spiritual warfare, demonic forces will congregate just outside of a holy place waiting to get in, waiting to cause trouble. I never forgot that and I never forgrot that feeling.