A lot of people in the office would know who "Jun-Jun" is, if you ask everyone. Jun-Jun is a playful little boy that pulls pranks on everyone in the office. He's always seen wearing a black and blue striped shirt, denim shorts and white rubber shoes. As far as I can remember, he has been a mainstay in one of the floors here in the office, and I have been talking to people who have been in the company since they moved their office to this building, and they confirmed that Jun-Jun has been here since, so no one knows what exactly happened to him. There are several instances when people would randomly see Jun-Jun. I am going to share only my experiences, and I might write about other people's experience with the little kid in another entry.
It is a very rare occasion that we run trainings during Saturdays. Often, if a holiday falls on a weekday, then we need to have the training on a weekend to keep us within schedule. I had a weekend class back then. When I got out of the elevator, the lobby guard wasn't at his post, and there was loud music playing. I didn't really pay attention; being alone during the weekend might have bored the hell out of the guard so I didn't really comment on it.
There are four training rooms in one side of the building. Let's call them Room A, B, C, and D, with room A the nearest to the guard lobby. I was scheduled to have the training on Room D, so I would need to walk past A, B and C to get there. As I was walking towards my room, I saw Room C's door slightly ajar. This wasn't normal practice, because we are required to close the training rooms with our access cards whenever we leave, but it could be that the reason why the lobby guard was missing is because he might be in this room. So out of curiosity, I leaned my head slightly to the right, just to see what's going on inside. To my surprise, I saw a small boy sitting in the trainer's station, playing with the computer mouse with the monitor turned off. At the time, I thought he was the son of one of the trainers, or maybe the lobby guard's. Either way, the boy didn't seem disruptive, so I swiped my card on Room D and let myself in.
I left the door slightly open, so I could still hear the music from the lobby. I heard the door in Room C click, so it meant that the door was closed. I didn't really hear anything else out in the hallway, since the music was loud enough to mask footsteps on carpet. But in my head, I thought it's just one of the trainers, and he/she closed off the room and took the kid with him/her. I closed the door in the room that I was in, so I could only hear the music very faintly so I could concentrate with my work.
After a few minutes, I could hear a kid laughing, and it sounded like it was on the other room. I was worried that the kid was locked in the room by accident, so I picked up the phone and called the lobby guard, who thankfully turned down the volume so he could answer the phone.
"Kuya, I think someone is locked in Room C. I saw a kid in there earlier," I told him.
"Okay, ma'am, I will go check."
With that done, I continued doing what I was doing and I heard the beeping sound of the access door being unlocked in Room C, then the door closing. Shortly afterwards, I heard three soft knocks on my door and I just told the guard to come in without leaving my seat. The access door beeped and the guard peeked in.
"There was no one there since this morning, ma'am," he said, "No one has a scheduled training class today except for you."
"I arrived and you weren't in the lobby, so I thought a kid might have snuck up here," I said.
The guard smiled. "I think you saw Jun-Jun."
I was puzzled. "Who's Jun-Jun?"
"Was he wearing a black and blue striped shirt, denim jeans and white shoes?"
"He plays around this floor a lot. Room C is his favourite and Room D."
"Kuya, don't scare me!"
"Don't worry; he's not scary," he said, "he just likes playing with the computer mouse."
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Our windows serve as a mirror at night, because it has a reflective tint. While I was running a lesson with my trainees, I was talking with the window behind me, and I was facing them.
Then I suddenly heard a collective gasp and saw the horror in their faces as I was discussing, then eventually one person screamed, which startled me.
"There was a boy behind you!" they said.
When they said this, I immediately looked behind me and said, "Where?"
"He's gone now," they said, "we saw his reflection in the window - he was standing right behind you!"
I will write about other people's experiences soon.