Last April 30, I left the office early as I had dinner with college friends who I haven't seen in the longest time. Normally, I would be the last one in the office, working an hour alone, finishing up, closing all the lights before locking up. That day, I wasn't the last to go as all our managers had a meeting in the conference room.

One of the managers is a clairvoyant. Apparently, he could see things from another dimension that we couldn't see with naked eyes. He can also talk to them but most of the time, he is too scared to do so. That night, as he was exiting the conference room, he saw a lady who was very angry as she was looking at him at a mean way. She had blonde hair and fair skin and was wearing a cream shirt. Behind her, smoke was emitting from the restroom of our office. Of course, the other managers did not see the lady nor the smoke.

That night, or rather at 5am on May 1, as I was hitting the sack after a night out hanging out with A and our riends, the manager texted me what he saw. At first, I got scared but little by little, I was getting amused. Hours later, I called up one of our VPs, who I was close to, and told him the story. He didn't say much. Only to find out later that after my phone call, he called that particular manager to ask him what the lady ghost wanted. The VP knew about the manager's gift and that spirits often show themselves to him, asking for help. At first, he didn't want to say but the VP coerced him. He said, "Gusto niyang halukayin ko ano nangyari sa kanya. (She wants me to dig and find out what happened to her)" The VP asked, "Bakit? Ano nangyari sa kanya? (Why? What happened to her?)" "Pinatay siya. (She was murdered)." "Saan? (Where?)" "Sa C.R. (In the restroom)." Hence, explaining the presence of smoke coming from the rest room behind her. We believe, however, that she wasn't killed in THAT particular restroom. After all, our building has no history of it being a crime scene. The smoke emitting from the rest room was just a sign that she was killed in one.

I used to be sensitive about spirits to the point that I would see them in the form of white or black shadows. Thank God, I don't see their features. However, one particular incident with a black shadow was enough for me to be scared sh*tless that I didn't want to see them again. And so from then on, I stopped seeing them and sensing them. The VP claims that sometimes he sees something through his peripheral vision, often times mistaking someone going through the door of our office. But me? I'm immune to them. I no longer sense them. Thank God, I guess.

Oh, I think I left out one important part in my story.

Where was the lady when the manager found her in our office?

She was sitting on my chair.