Not met as such, but on the way home from work one night when I was about 22, I walked past a lady sitting on a bench at the end of the street (it was around 9pm, and dark), and I immediately knew she was pure evil, it was totally instinctive. Something about her was all wrong.
I walked past, and as soon as I did so, she immediately stood up and began following me, directly behind.
I crossed a big main road, and so did she.
There was a petrol station on the other side, so I went in, assuming she’d just wander off.
No, she walked in right behind me.
As she hadn’t actually done anything, there wasn’t really anything I could say to the cashier to say I was scared, and this was pre mobiles, so I couldn’t phone anyone.
So I had no choice but to walk out of the petrol station, straight down a really long, quiet road, with her following, step by step.
I could hear her breathing, she was so close, and it felt like the kind of nightmare where you’re walking down a road but getting nowhere.
Eventually got to another main road and the station, so I absolutely legged it across, sprinted down to the trains, and jumped on.
Called the police when I got home, and they did a search of the area, but didn’t find her.
A few days later, we heard that a girl had been murdered by a man dressed up as a woman, about a mile from where I’d been followed. I’m convinced it was the same person.
Still feel shivers when thinking about it, over 20 years later!