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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/TellEnvironmental790 on 2025-02-21 12:31:48+00:00.

I’ve been working in the hospitality/service industry for seven years, and I just had the weirdest encounter. Weird is an understatement—it was unsettling. Today, I served a woman who looked like she was in her late 20s. She was alone, and at first, I thought she was very pretty, classy, etc. I walked up to her and asked if she’d been to the bar before. She said no and asked me for drink recommendations. As I started listing some, she cut me off mid-sentence and told me how adorable and beautiful I was, staring at me intensely, unblinking, pupils super dilated. It was creepy, but I just said thank you. The way she said it felt flirty, which I initially brushed off as her just liking women. But the staring never stopped. Every time I looked over, her eyes locked onto mine, unmoving. Then, mid-conversation, she suddenly asked, “So what do you do?” I was confused and asked what she meant. “For fun?” she clarified. I told her I mostly worked and studied, and she immediately replied, “Don’t do that…” I laughed nervously and asked, “Why? What do you do?” She stared deep into my eyes—so deep it felt like she was looking into my soul—and said, “I… do self-care. I’ll get back to you on that one.” I tried shifting the conversation, asking what kind of alcohol she liked so I could recommend something. She smirked and said, “I like all animals.” I froze, confused. Was she joking? But her expression was serious. Maybe she didn’t know what I meant by spirit, so I clarified, asking what type of alcohol she preferred. She repeated, “I told you, I like everything.” I was so uncomfortable. I pointed at a few popular drinks, and she responded, “You can give me whatever you want.” I took her order and left as fast as I could. I had my coworker bring her drink because I didn’t want to go back. My coworker later told me the woman complimented her lips but seemed angry, refusing to make eye contact.

That’s when it got weird. I had to return to her table later. Again, unwavering eye contact, no blinking. I asked if she wanted another drink, and she said yes. As I served her, curiosity got the best of me, so I asked if she lived in my city. She smiled and said, “I like to live in the moment.” I laughed and asked, “So you’re from here?” Instead of answering, she lifted her drink and said, “Cheeeeers.” She was avoiding the question. At this point, I was beyond creeped out and walked away. Later, when my coworker dropped off her bill, the woman wouldn’t even look at her. She would only talk to me. I had to process her payment myself. As I did, I asked, “What are your plans after this?” (Take in, it’s almost midnight.) She tilted her head and asked, “What are YOU doing after this?” I laughed nervously. “Well, I have to clean and close.” She smiled. “Me too.” My stomach dropped. I asked what she did for work, and she replied, “I’ll get back to you.” It wasn’t a joke. It was chilling. After the transaction went through, I asked her name. Again, she smiled and whispered, “I’ll get back to you.” At that moment, I felt pure fear. Her intense, unblinking stare made me feel like I’d see her again—whether I wanted to or not. As soon as she left, my anxiety skyrocketed.

My coworkers said they felt chills just being near her. Her energy was off. She had manic, dilated eyes but didn’t seem drunk or high. And then I learned something even stranger—the hostess never saw her come in. She entered through the hotel’s employee exit. No one uses that entrance. It’s 3 AM, and I can’t sleep. What did I just experience?