It was one of those days at work where the working hours were consumed with back-to-back meetings and reviews and I had to sit back late to complete the long pending assignments.
I finally decide to call it a day when I notice that the enormous office floor is already deserted. I am tired and ravenous.
My stilettos make an echoing click clack sound as I walk hurriedly on the never-ending aisle and yet have not reached the elevators.
It is already dark outside and the long glass windows cast ghastly shadows on the work stations. 👥
I hear another pair of shoes clicking on the floor just a fraction of a second following me. I stop midway and the sound stops as well.
I turn around abruptly to check if someone was following me. As far as I knew I was the only person on the thirteenth floor of my office building.
I start walking a bit slowly to make sure if the sound I heard was true or a fragment of my imagination.
I hear the sound of the second feet matching my pace again clicking slowly and in perfect sync with my speed. I am certain I saw a pale shadow reflecting on the shiny flooring of the aisle right behind me.
I freak out.
I did not have the nerves to enter the lift alone or to alight thirteen floors with the apparition following me.
What should I do?
Swarupa Chavan
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