A Corner Creeper
The creepy old man who hides in the darkest corner of the bar, waiting for someone to come close so he can whisper something dirty and stare at them like they owe him money.
He sat in the corner of the bar and stared at me like I was his long-lost love.
He whispered, 'You’re beautiful,' and I wanted to throw my drink in his face.
He sat there like a ghost, waiting for someone to talk to him.