I've changed my username for this.
I've been reading through the whole thread with great interest as I also have had a similar experience and it's something I still occasionally think about years later, but it is odd, very odd IMO and I would be very interested to hear other opinions.
About 20 odd years ago I was dating a man who already had a GF who lived abroad. They had a long distance on/off relationship. I know that sounds bad but we were all young, still studying and childfree. No homes were broken up an their relationship was on the way out once he met me.
It wasn't a nice situation to be in and we used to go camping/hiking alot.
One particular time we were walking in Kent, on the High Wield I think, just walking along, chatting having a nice time and decided to stop for a drink of tea (we had flasks). I had known him for about 6 months at this point, maybe a bit more. How he was going to end it with his GF was always a topic of conversation. We decided to go into some woodland to find a log to sit on. As we entered the woods I got the most awful sense of danger. I was really scared I was at risk. So scared the feeling has stayed with me for well over 20 years. It briefly crossed my mind it would make things easy for him if I disappeared and I was very frightened and suddenly felt very vulnerable.
I cannot stress enough that this feeling came straight from my gut. This man had shown absolutely no signs on any dodgy or violent behaviour to make me think this.
Anyway we had our (quick) drink of tea and went on our way. He seemed unaware of my fear and I made an excuse about the wood being creepy, they weren't I love woodland.
If things had ended between us it would be easy to look back and think maybe I dodged a bullet BUT he did make a very definite split with the GF and we married. We have been married for well over 20 years now and have children. We are happily married and he has never shown any signs of weirdness or violence, not even the tiniest hint. In fact he is a lovely man. Hard-working and a supportive husband and father and I consider myself lucky to have met him.
So the question is why did I get that feeling from my gut that I still remember well over 20 years later? It does puzzle me.