Mystery continues

From that bizarre Monday, or the Day of The Supernatural Incident with Vanessa’s Coffee Mug Lid, as I named it, I began to watch my colleagues.

Within a few days, I noticed other strange little incidents that seemed to happen around the AFM office beyond people’s will or control. One day I saw Ben Stock from the accounting department study the online data reports on his computer (I observed him when I walked to the company copy machine as if to copy some documents, which I did not even need). While keeping his eyes on the computer screen, Ben was grabbing air with his right hand. Why? Because he was trying to reach for the phone, which was . . . not there. The phone was on Ben’s left! Did Ben just forget that he had moved the phone? Or did the phone get moved . . . just like the lid from Vanessa’s coffee mug?

On Wednesday, I noticed Dean Reynolds rotate in his comfortable new office chair. Surprisingly, the chair seemed to rotate on and on, and even faster and faster, while Dean looked rather scared as if he could not make the chair stop.

On Thursday, I saw how two books jumped off the bookshelf straight onto Caesar Rey’s head. And guess what? Caesar only scratched his head (which, I could swear, would have hurt after such a hit!), picked up the books, and carefully placed them back.

          Finally, on Friday of the Strangest Week, I caught a glimpse of Bebbie Darson standing perplexed in the middle of a whirlwind of statistics reports. Dozens and dozens of papers danced around Bebbie in a crazy circle for an entire minute before they quietly landed on the floor. That was unbelievable! Were these really some supernatural things or just incidents caused by a draft of air or a slammed door? What appears even more supernatural to me was that no one in the office seemed to notice anything at all and never complains. Was I going crazy?

“Have a nice weekend, Linda!” I said as I passed by Linda’s desk on the way to the front door.

“Thank you. You too,” Linda responded without looking as she was busy picking up multicolored pushpins scattered all over her desk and placing them in a plastic container. Halfway to the exit door, I stopped because suddenly remembered that Linda was also picking up pushpins yesterday when I walked into the office in the morning, and the day before yesterday, and on Tuesday, and on Monday too! How could Linda, the tidiest and the most organized person in the office, be making a daily mess on her own desk?! Something was definitely supernatural here.