Office 有鬼?

At 10.30pm at night, I was at my desk analysing some data on my PC when the error messages start popping for every programme that was opened and declared that they needed to be shut down.

First thought that came to mind, Hell! I think I didn't save my work on the multiple Excel files!

Then, Hey! Why did my PC shut down on its own?!

And then, I heard (or thought I heard) some rustling some metres away and the sounds that resembled a female singer's voice on a cackling radio.

So I tried to make as much noise as I could to mask the maybe imaginery sounds (I didn't dare to turn back to check) by arranging my table noisily and calling my boo who didn't pick up.

In the end, I called the security guard who was at the guard house some 7 floors below my floor and asked him to come up to escort me down. I was the last person in the whole building to leave.

It took him a good 5 minutes to reach and I was trembling uncontrollably. My palms filled with sweat. (Even as I typed this, my palms are starting to get wet again.)

Alamak. So scared.

Ending thoughts, I used to think my previous job had an impossible work load. That was why I had to stay late night after night. Now I'm still staying back at the new job. Am I just a slow poke or what?