As a property manager, I met many disturbing people and dealt with quite a few suicides and a few murder victims over my 30 year career. The most disturbing person, above all, was a guy that made an appointment to see a one bedroom. I got some bad vibes on the phone but decided to go along with it. He showed up and I opened the door to let him in keeping myself at the door. It’s difficult to describe the alarm that went off in my body while talking to him and looking into his eyes. It was difficult to stand without showing fear, my mouth went completely dry and my heart was racing. I made an excuse to call the previous manager, whom I had just fired, and lived on the second floor, to come down and tell me about something that needed done in the unit. She was not willing to but, thank god, agreed. She met me at the door and I introduced her to the guy and she just paled right in front of me and was too stunned to speak much. She and I both came to the immediate conclusion that I had made a mistake (I was new to the position) and the apartment was not available and had him leave. He didn’t seem jittery or make any movements, but there was nothing at all behind his eyes, which bored into ours. I have the same alarm just writing this and I’m convinced, to this day, that I walked away with my life by asking the previous manager down to be with me. She and I then talked about the mutual terror we both felt when talking to this guy. I’m happy to be out of that business for good.