I work with an IT services organisation. There are quite a few late nights involved. And some of the offices across the country are at very troublesome locations in terms of transport and accessibility.
Last night, I was out for a smoke break with a colleague. And we were having a pleasant time discussing practically nothing and cracking a few jokes. A little while into this session, I distinctly heard footsteps behind me. The kind of sound that emits when one steps over dried leaves. Out of instinct, I turned around to make sure no one that we were joking about was within hearing distance, and I saw nothing.
Another instinctive reaction was my saying "What the _____ was that?". To which my colleague replied saying he saw a child there. We thought what was a child doing in a corporate campus at 1 am? And almost instantly I realised about stories that I had heard when I joined this particular office about two years ago. People had spoken about spotting a child in the campus and sometimes hearing a small wailing sound. At the time, I put this to office gossip as I have heard several such stories from employees across locations during the one on one briefings.
My colleague seemed a bit disturbed and hence I rubbished the disturbance saying it could be tricks of the light. I said this because he is a heart patient and a bit of a frightened rabbit himself. We finished our smoke and coffee and headed back to our desks. After approximately an hour, we decided to call it a day, and left for home. Now I usually drive my car to my workplace, but yesterday, with the weather being pleasant I rode to the office.
I reached my motorcycle, and was about to start it when I saw the clear outline of a child standing about 10 feet away. Putting it to tricks of the light, I decided to move closer and see for myself. Not surprisingly, although I could make out the outline, I could not see the features.
I thought about talking, and then decided against it. Instead, I said a small prayer asking for peace for the troubled soul, and any hint if I could do anything to help. The instant I finished the prayer, the outline vanished. I rode home, and this morning, I spoke to the facilities manager to see if I could get any information. Needless to say I have not been successful. However, I have made up my mind that if I see the child again, I am going to help in any way I can.