I wrote these on the presence of evil thread under my old name, but it seems appropriate to put them here too:
My grandmother was friends with an elderly vicar (such a cliche, I know!) who was very odd. Maybe its just that he was socially awkward, I don't know. But certainly something in his eyes, the way he looked at people, made me very uncomfortable as a child. He would sort of leer, look at people sideways, I always felt like he was constantly side-eyeing me. There is absolutely no suggestion that he ever did anything he shouldn't have, but I was on high alert around him. I made sure I was never in a room alone with him.
Another time when I was much younger and still lived at home my mum and I were driving home one evening in the winter, about 6pm, pitch black, rural. We were just pulling into our drive when a young man came out the shadows. Early twenties I would say. I jumped out my skin and mum put the central locking on and lowered the window a crack. He jumped into action and gave us an odd, but friendly-ish spiel about being the local village milkman going door to door looking for customers hmm
My mum said oh ok give me a leaflet and I'll have a think. He said he hadn't got any, but if we went into the house he would tell us all about what he offered. The conversation went on, and he was insistent about going into the house, and gave us some information about the milk deliveries, telling us that he delivered every day. My mum made it very clear that we would not be going into the house and he went on his way. I was frozen with fear throughout the short conversation.
Several weeks later my mum and I were talking to a neighbour about the milkman. My mum says oh yes he delivers every day doesn't he? Neighbour says oh no dear, three times a week, it's always been that way shock
Whatever that 'milkman' was or wasn't trying to do that night on our drive, my mum's spider senses about almost certainly saved us from something.