The Account Could Have Had a Spirit Helper

The company I work for is situated in one of the industrial estates in Ang Mo Kio. Usually by My office space is moderate in size with an open cubicle concept. Each desk is divided by old fashioned partitions offering some form of privacy to the employees. My desk was situated somewhere in the middle of the office. 

Lily, the accountant, was situated a few cubicles down. She was slightly past middle aged and types with one finger, making distinct clicking sounds on her keyboard. Known to leave punctually on the dot.

So I was a bit surprised when I heard her clicking away on her keyboard. I thought to myself, “ok lah, maybe she also got things to do and probably came into the office without me noticing.”6pm, most of the other offices around the area will close for the day after which it gets very quiet. I was rushing a deadline so I stayed back to finish prepping for an event the following day.


I called out to her, “Lily, working late today ah?”

But there was no reply. I called out to her again, louder this time, thinking she didn’t hear me the first time. 

The clicking sound stopped.

I stood up and looked over the partition from my cubicle. From where I was standing, it was not possible to see if there was anyone seated in Lily’s cubicle, so I walked over to see.

There was nobody at her desk. Her computer was off and everything looked tidy. I walked back to my cubicle and rationalized with myself that it was probably my imagination. 

Then I heard noises again; the sound of paper shuffling, and a ring binder file opening and closing. They sounded very distinct, sharp and piercing. This time I didn’t go over. I hunkered down behind my table and contemplated if I should just leave the office. However I thought the consequences of not finishing my work would be more terrible than being in the same room with whatever that thing was.

Then the sound moved to where the metal cupboard was. This was where Lily usually placed her documents. The thuds coming from it were loud in a quiet office, reverberating throughout. From where I was, I could see the cupboard and there was no one.

“Maybe it’s just a lizard,” I thought to myself. A giant lizard walked across the keyboard back and forth, turned the pages, opened the file, and now it leapt to the cupboard.

Then the notice board on the wall beside the cupboard fell with a loud clutter.

I was sure whatever did that was not a lizard. Maybe it was a sign that I shouldn’t be here at this time. Before I left, I took a photo of the cubicle and the fallen notice board. I wanted evidence of my experience in case everything was in their proper position when I came back on the next day and no one would believe what I encountered.

That was one scary incident. What could it possibly be?

Also, I do not know if this incident was connected but a few weeks before that day, my phone SIRI just activated itself and called me “Marcus”. Why this was strange for me is that… though Marcus is my birth name, my social contacts only know me as 'Mark'. So was that glitch on SIRI purely coincidental or a spirit in my phone trying to make contact?

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