This is my experience
A dozen or more years ago I was leasing a barn and a tenet house on a large farm. I had a bunch of boarders plus a few horses of my own. When I moved in, the only tenet house on the farm was at the opposite end of the farm so that is the one I moved in to. There was a tenet house next to the barn but it was already occupied. This was all on a VERY quiet country road. I was aware that down the road was a crummy old house with a creepy guy living there. He had two coon hounds and a horse.
I asked the landlords if I could have the house near the barn if it ever became available and they said I could. The landlords were not really horse people and were not experienced landlords either as they had not owned the farm long. I had a number of problems with them. Fast forward a couple of years. Suddenly, creepy guy from down the road is moving into the house next to the barn. What? I ask the landlords. “Ooops” they say. Done deal. S***.
So creepy guy moves in. Next to my barn. Landlords tell me he wants to talk to me about boarding. One night when I am hand grazing a yearling I have on lay-up, creepy guy walks up to me to chat and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. At this point in my life I have several years of martial arts training. I have also read Gavin Debecker’s books, “The Gift of Fear,” and “Protecting the Gift,” after I saw him on Oprah. Creepy guy starts inappropriately loving on the yearling, practically laying on him. Then he asks about boarding. I say, sorry, no stalls and a waiting list (I lied.) But I will let him know if something comes available (also a lie.) I am now on hight alert. My gut tells me something is very wrong here. I become extra vigilant and make sure every thing is locked up. Over the next few months some weird things happen. A pitchfork goes missing. The “month” sticker on my front license plate of my truck disappears–obviously scraped off. A couple of other things go missing.
Then, I have some dealings with a local person who tells me some drunk guy who got in an accident on a quiet country road, somehow made it to her front porch one night. He is bleeding, the authorities are called and low an behold it is creepy guy and he is in trouble. Seems he is a convicted felon and he had a gun in his vehicle. Turns out to be a hunting gun so the authorities are not to worried. I call a local police captain I know because he has permission to hunt on neighboring property. He is concerned! Seems he cannot go into detail about creepy guy for legal reasons but that I should do an internet search. He says I should search for sexual predators—not that creepy guy would be there but that would be a good place to start. Dear God.
Suffice to say that there is much more to the story here. Creepy guy made some bad things happen. Landlords unconcerned. I eventually moved out.
Trust your gut!! Read the damn books!!!