Late one night, a woman worked alone as the office cleaner, finishing her shift in the quiet, dimly lit building. The silence around her was unsettling, but she was used to the routine. However, tonight, something felt off. Strange noises echoed through the halls—footsteps that didn’t belong.
Her heart began to race as she looked around, trying to reassure herself that she was alone. But then, through the glass of one of the office rooms, she saw it. A figure, sitting motionless in the chair, its back turned toward her.
She froze. The office was supposed to be empty.
Trembling, she pulled out her cellphone and started recording, her hands unsteady as she captured the figure, sitting still in the chair. No movement. No sound. Just a dark shape in the dim light.
Her breath caught as she watched the figure. There was no explanation for it. And when she checked the room a moment later, it was empty—just the cold, empty chair left behind.