I have three - two people, one place!
I started working for a large company that provided housing for people with mental health issues in my city.
Early 90's and I worked in a hostel for 15 residents. The rest of the staff were out with the residents, me and my (male) manager were the only ones in the building. We had a family carpet cleaning contractor, that serviced all the properties we had. They were visiting that day to clean all the communal carpets. As soon as I let him in the door, I felt something "off" about him. He gave me the immediate heebie jeebies. Anyway, I went off up to the first floor dining room and small kitchen, to make myself and my boss a brew.
This man came in, supposedly to start cleaning the dining room carpet. He looked over his shoulder as he entered the dining room, which did seem odd. He tried to engage me in conversation, saying he hadn't seen me before etc. I said no, I'd only started 6 months ago... He then suddenly started to draw me into lewd conversation, so I turned back to the kettle, feeling a bit "ugh". The next thing, he's blocking the doorway to the kitchen and telling me that his wife was ugly and boring (she was cleaning carpets in a different part of the building, she looked bloody downtrodden when they came in! And he was no sodding oil painting!)
I said that's not a very nice thing to say to people about your wife. The next minute, without going into too much detail, he had me cornered in the kitchen and attempted to sexually assault me. I finally managed to get out, as I started to shout at him to get off me. I went downstairs and my boss could immediately see that something wasn't right and asked if I needed a female to speak to. He rang for a senior manager to come and get me, from head office, which was next door. I was interviewed, the cleaners were asked to leave there and then. Turns out, I wasn't the only one he'd done this to. Some lone female workers in our other properties had been assaulted by him too. His contract was terminated and he was reported. I don't know what came of it, as although I'd been asked if I would go to court if required, I was never called.
I was once walking through my nearest little market town and the man coming towards me was oozing evil out of every pore. Absolute evil. Even from a distance, I started panicking. I couldn't do anything but pass him, as there was a metal guard rail next to the road and no escape. I felt I was compelled to keep my eye on him, it was the oddest feeling, because he terrified me so much. As I came to pass him, his eyes were nearly black, he had no expression at all and seemed to have no awareness of his surroundings or me to be fair. I had nightmares about him for a year following that.
Again, lastly, early 90's again, I turned down a road on the outskirts of our neighbouring city, thinking it would be a good shortcut to where I needed to be.
As I started to drive down, the hairs on the back of my neck went up and I realised I'd made an horrific mistake. But by that time, I was committed to continue, as the road had narrowed to a single lane and I had absolutely no room to manoeuvre. There were 50 to 60 foot stone walls surrounding me, covered in green (moss? slime?) and running with water. The road was littered with debris and rats were running wick. There was the tightest S bend in the middle, which I actually thought I was going to get stuck in. But it wasn't just all this. It felt like the road and its surroundings were malevolent. I was totally covered in goosebumps. I managed to get through to the other side, but had to pull over as I was shaking so much. It felt like I'd had a lucky escape, except I was alone! Not another person or another car around. Funnily enough, a few months later, I noticed as I passed, that the road had been gated off and pad locked. And it still is. Makes me prickle when I pass the end of that road still! As an aside, it turned out that the Yorkshire Ripper had attacked one of his victims on the grass at the top side of this road and left her for dead. She survived but was never the same again.
Oh and lastly, I met Jimmy So-vile in the late 80's. He was doing a fun run round the park, next to the residential home I worked at, at the time. My friend and I wheeled out a couple of the old lasses and went over to the wall to watch the run. So-vile hopped over the wall, put his arms round me and my friend and addressed the old ladies, saying "If it's alright with you, I'll come back when I've finished and us 5 can have a lovely bunk up". Of course, we all laughed it off at the time, as we thought he was joking! He always came off as weird, I've come across him a few times. But my jaw hit the floor when it all came out about him. Sick fuck.