A potential killer really liked me and I’m not sure why

This is a story from about two years ago and is quite unsettling.<br><br>I was working as a waitress at a hotel in the middle of nowhere. It was a very small town and there was nothing to do so we had a lot of the same regulars in who just came in to eat or drink. I had gotten to know most of them by first name. I was a young (18) single girl, and I dressed how I wanted to dress which for me was usually pretty casual.<br><br>One of our regulars was a guy I’ll call Steve. I’m not sure what his real name is because Steve was his nickname. He was a nice guy and he always tipped well, so I made sure he got good service. He came in pretty often. Sometimes in the morning and sometimes at lunch, sometimes just for a drink at the bar in the evening.<br><br>One evening I was on my own to cover the bar because one of the bartenders had to go home for a personal reason. It was just a standard shift so I was covering her on this particular shift. So I’m at the bar when Steve comes in for a drink and I’m alone.<br><br>Steve comes up to the bar and asks for a drink, I take his order and go to make it. As I’m making his drink, he starts making small talk, but I’m focused on the drinks so I don’t really pay attention. I bring him his drink back and he keeps talking and making jokes. I was laughing with him and keeping the mood light. I was busy serving the bar as well as my section so I was making sure to keep my attention on my work.<br><br>He said he was staying overnight in town and asked if I wanted to meet up for a drink after my shift. I said I had already worked a pretty long shift and I just wanted to get home, I told him I was tired and I needed to go home to my apartment because I didn’t drive and didn’t have any other way of getting home. I knew it was rude, but I just wanted to get home.<br><br>He asked if he could come up and I said no. He asked again, and said he really liked me and wanted to see me again. I said no, again, and he asked once more. I said no, once more. He started to get mad and said I was playing hard to get, I said I wasn’t and I didn’t want him coming to my place.<br><br>After what seemed like hours, he left and I was just grateful he left. I went home and didn’t tell any of my coworkers because I didn’t want to make a scene, I didn’t want to be treated badly at work because I told someone about Steve. I just let it go and thought it was over.<br><br>The next morning he came in for breakfast, he was acting like nothing had happened. He was making jokes with me, trying to make small talk, I was acting professional and polite, I didn’t really make eye contact with him because I didn’t want to give him any more attention than I needed to. I was scared to be around him because he seemed aggressive, I just wanted to stay away from him. I made sure not to take his order and he never got to talk to me alone. I was glad I was working the same shift as the other bartender so I could keep away from him.<br><br>I worked a few shifts after this and every time he was there, he would act like nothing happened and ask to come over after work, I refused and he would get mad. Every time he acted like that, I made sure that the other bartender took his order and I just made sure he didn’t have to talk to me. I didn’t want to be alone with him, I didn’t want to be in the same room as him. He would ask to go up and I would tell him no and he would keep asking until I said he had to leave.<br><br>I didn’t tell anyone what was going on, I just stayed away from him, and made sure I never had to be alone with him. I kept this up for about a month, I kept avoiding him and he would get mad and I could see the anger in his eyes. He would ask to come over and I would say no, I didn’t want him to come over and I didn’t want to be around him. I just wanted him to leave me alone.<br><br>Then one day he got a phone call, he was talking on the phone, I couldn’t hear what he was saying but his conversation was long and it seemed like it might be a girlfriend. I didn’t think too much about it, I didn’t care. He ended up hanging up the phone and leaving, and that was the last I saw of Steve. I never saw him again after that day.<br><br>It was a scary situation, he was trying to get to my apartment. I didn’t want to tell anyone about it because I was afraid that he would come after me if he found out that I told someone about him. It’s been a couple of years but I’m still a bit scared and anxious when I think about it. I didn’t know what to do, so I just let it go. I hope he found a girlfriend, I hope he moved on with his life and he stopped thinking about me.