A few years ago, I was driving a company truck when a young boy jumped from behind a parked car into the street in front of the truck. I was horrified as I locked up the brakes immediately and just missed him. He was standing there with his arms raised up in the air, aimed at the truck. His friends were off to the side. They must have dared him to do it.
During the 80’s, while enrolled at NAU in Flagstaff, AZ, I took 4 grams of magic mushrooms with a small group of friends and one stranger. At some point in the night, I was convinced the stranger was Satan. I was terrified. The next day, the stranger was gone, nobody knew where he went. We never saw him again. I suspect he was a serial killer. Even on drugs, my spidey senses are pretty spot-on.