I was Stephen King's paperboy as a kid growing up for about 6 years. I never met or saw him once.

I delivered the paper each morning through his black gate, up his driveway around to the side door. The winter mornings were especially scary, as it was still dark out. One morning there was a black crow perched on the railing of his steps to the door I put the paper in. As I got closer, I figured the crow would fly, like a normal bird. However, it didn't. I got closer, 10 feet away, 5 feet, then 1 foot. I stuck my hand out to pet the crow. It didn't move, just standing there, looking right at me. The crow let me pet him for a few seconds, I stopped and then he flew away. I delivered the paper and went on my way.

That's the only story I have about the King Family. Oh, and that I never got a Christmas tip from him once. That's all.