I had promised I would keep everyone updated that read my last 2 storied regarding my new office. For a couple of days, things were going okay. I was still hearing the whispered conversations as I opened the door. I was still being tapped on the shoulder, but I chose not to respond any longer to these happenings. There is no way anyone in this office will let their be an investigation, even if promised the utmost anonymity, it is not going to happen.
I have not been able to perform the smudge ceremony yet as I have not found the office alone enough for me to complete.
Yesterday evening was one for the record books of frightening in my life. Whew! I was packing up my brief case to leave for the evening (work-a-holic). I was placing the documents I need to work on along with a few books for reference when I heard a whispered male voice in my right ear, away from the door. The whisper said; I want to come with you". I stopped loading my brief case, hand goose flesh on my arms and looked around. Nothing. I emphatically said "No, no one from my place of business ever joins me at home. It is a rule of mine."
I completed the task of loading up my brief case with needed items. I then remembered I had brought a salad for lunch and went to the kitchen to retrieve my containers. As I have mentioned in my previous stories, walking away from my office without securely locking the door is grounds for termination. So, I pulled the door closed and tried the handle. Locked up tight. I went to the kitchen, grabbed my bowl and utensils and went back to my office.
I turned the key in the lock and noticed immediately that the lights had been turned off. Okay, maybe I could have flipped the switch without thinking about it, but I know if did not pull the chain on the desk lamp! I turned on the lights and went to my brief case to place my lunch ware in the case to take home. All of the data, paper work and books I had just packed in there no more that 3 minutes prior were stacked into 3 neat little piles on the floor. 2 piles where on the left side, 1 pile was on the right side. I went to the brief case and looked down. Not only was it securely zipped, it was also latched with the key lock. I do not use the key system unless traveling because of the hassle.
I went to my purse and got the key, opening the brief case. As I opened it and unzipped it, there was a hug whoooosssh sound, almost like letting the air out of a giant balloon. I replaced all of the items in the brief case and closed it back up, this time choosing to lock it. As I left , I was pulling the door closed after shutting of the lights and I hear very clearly 'DAMN, WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!' this was spoken so loudly, the CFO from around the corner came up to me and said, 'Who was that and what is going on?. I tried to explain some of the occurrences; he just kept shaking his head no and said he had to leave.
Today, at least 10 times I hear whispering conversations as before, then they are punctuated by a deeper male whisper saying, "Damn, we have to get outta' here'. I have tried telling them to cross over. As a matter of fact, I tried that many times today. The responses I got before was nothing. Today I am getting -'Shhh'.
What a mess. The drama continues and it is making it harder to concentrate. I worked for about hour and a half in the bard room just so I could get some things done!