THE PHANTOM AT THE BUILDING
THE PHANTOM AT THE BUILDING
George used to work for a big company located in a very old building downtown. He usually finished work at 5:00 p.m. as almost all the employees, except the security guards, but that day he had to stay working late on the 13th floor. It was around 9:00 p.m. and everybody in the company had already gone home; everybody but him. However he hadn’t noticed about it until unexpectedly he felt a strange silence. He couldn’t hear anything else than his breathing and the sound of his typing at the computer. He felt exhausted and sleepy–eyed so he decided to go to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He was getting the coffee-pot ready when he saw her coming towards him.
–“Good evening, Mr. Welsh. Let me help you”-the woman offered him help to make the coffee and he was very thankful. “I’m not alone at all”, and went back to his office. Five minutes later the woman brought what seemed to be a steaming and tasty coffee, put it over George’s desk and left the office. He stood up in order to drink his coffee but as soon as he swallowed the first sip he spat it on the floor as it was revolting and as cold as ice. Immediately he felt a strange and frightening cold around him and the image of that woman came to his brain as a horrifying memory.
At that very moment he recognized the woman. He couldn’t believe his eyes. She had been murdered two years ago in one of the toilets of the company. As petrified as imaginable, he left the office running and sweating copiously. He could feel the woman’s foot steps behind him. He was about to faint when he met one of the watchmen of the building coming towards him with a lantern because he had heard some strange noise. George could hear no one following him anymore and in the end he realized he was safe.
ANA VIRGINIA ARIZA M.
George used to work for a big company located in a very old building downtown. He usually finished work at 5:00 p.m. as almost all the employees, except the security guards, but that day he had to stay working late on the 13th floor. It was around 9:00 p.m. and everybody in the company had already gone home; everybody but him. However he hadn’t noticed about it until unexpectedly he felt a strange silence. He couldn’t hear anything else than his breathing and the sound of his typing at the computer. He felt exhausted and sleepy–eyed so he decided to go to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He was getting the coffee-pot ready when he saw her coming towards him.
–“Good evening, Mr. Welsh. Let me help you”-the woman offered him help to make the coffee and he was very thankful. “I’m not alone at all”, and went back to his office. Five minutes later the woman brought what seemed to be a steaming and tasty coffee, put it over George’s desk and left the office. He stood up in order to drink his coffee but as soon as he swallowed the first sip he spat it on the floor as it was revolting and as cold as ice. Immediately he felt a strange and frightening cold around him and the image of that woman came to his brain as a horrifying memory.
At that very moment he recognized the woman. He couldn’t believe his eyes. She had been murdered two years ago in one of the toilets of the company. As petrified as imaginable, he left the office running and sweating copiously. He could feel the woman’s foot steps behind him. He was about to faint when he met one of the watchmen of the building coming towards him with a lantern because he had heard some strange noise. George could hear no one following him anymore and in the end he realized he was safe.
ANA VIRGINIA ARIZA M.