The Co-Worker


The Co-Worker

My co-workers used to talk about strange events in my former office. One time one of my co-workers saw her colleague, assuming his name was Mr. Abdul, passing through the room partition where my colleague worked. My co-worker called Mr. Abdul twice, but he just walked and didn’t look at his colleague at all.

“He’s old, maybe not heard.” Thought my co-worker.

The next day my colleague rebuked Mr. Abdul as he passed her work partition again, telling that yesterday my colleague called him but he didn’t hear. Mr. Abdul was confused as he replied,

“I did not come to work yesterday…”

On another day, a cleaning service found a woman with long hair with red dress beside the copier, standing with her back.


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