When have you come closest to meeting the devil?

I had a female boss once, who was nothing short of evil.

One day one of the girls didn't show up for work, and that afternoon, just before closing, the girls mother called to say she had been killed in a road accident. My boss put the phone down and the first words out of her mouth were "Well I guess we have to pay her mother her wage then" (or close to that).

Not once did she show any sign of sadness at the loss of this young girls life. I left shortly afterwards, I could not bare to be around her.

 Back in this dinky two bit little town in the middle of no where  in Nebraska... there was this house my cousins use to have to walk past on their way to school... they said was owned by an devil worshiper...everyone kind of quietly sneaked past it, if not on the other side of the street if possible. It caught on fire one weekend, and it brought the firemen out, and you know how they tear the place apart most the time putting out the fire, well, no one knows what happened to the owner, but several days later you could see all these bricks they hauled out of the place all stamped with the "face of the devil" on them. It was the "talk of the town" for weeks afterward.  Gave me an errie feeling and then some to see all those bricks. I'm glad we don't live there. I think perhaps the devil was collecting his "due" that night maybe.

She sounds awful Sue!

My Uncle Reg (my Dad's brother). I was so scared of him - he used to walk in my Grandad's and hit me really hard on the head and say "Hello big 'un!. I dreaded it. Then later on he fell out with our family, walked past my Dad struggling up the path on his sticks, threatened to cause trouble at my Dad's funeral. He eventually died 4 years ago and we were contacted by his family to go to his funeral. They had been banned from seeing us whilst he was alive. We went but we all thought he was going to suddenly appear from the coffin saying "What are they doing here!"