About three years ago, I was in a little bar in Kodiak, Alaska. When I say little, I'm mean it. The place couldn't have been more than 40'X50'. It was just a little below street level, giving it a "sunken" feeling, so to say.
I had been there for approx. an hour, drinking with my friends, when suddenly i felt a growing sense of dread. Turning around, I could almost feel the dread passing across the wall behind me (on the other side of the wall was the street). I turned to follow it, and as the "feeling" approached the door it began to grow stronger.
The door opened, and in walked a rather dark looking man. He was squat in nature, maybe 5'5, with a long, Rasputin' style beard and equally long, scraggly hair. He was quite weathered looking, but other than that completely normal. As soon as I saw him though, my body physically revolted back, and I felt extreme panic. As he passed behind me I could feel the hair on the back of my neck and arms rising. The closer he came the worse the sensation grew, until I had to excuse myself from my friends and leave.
The worst part was from the time he opened the door his eyes were locked on mine.