Scariest and nicest guy I met was my Dad’s cellie in Tuscon. I don’t know I have ever met someone I was so positive could end my life immediately. It is always make me scared when you find that a person you made frequent contact with is that creepy10. Anyway, the scariest person I ever met was at my first attorney job at a firm that specializes in representing home owners associations with debt collection. Everyone loved him because he looked just like Santa all year round and was a “nice” person.