Your accounts are fascinating!
Every once in a great while, something peculiar like this happens. I get a queasy feeling around certain places or people.
My mother had the uncanny ability to size people up within 30 seconds of meeting them. “Be careful around that one,” she would warn us. Invariably, she was proven right.
My husband can do that, too. Before he even shakes someone’s hand, he knows who they are at their core. He’s been shockingly accurate.
If something in my gut tells me there is danger, even if no threat is visible, I listen.