A Loyola Ghost Story

I've decided to be a bit more sociable at the office, you know, try to get to know the peeps around. So, at lunch time, instead of taking my lunch 30mins earlier (i dont like awkwardness) than everybody else I willingly asked permission--yes there is such a thing-- to join a couple of officemates at their table for lunch. As i ate my lunch of rice and adobo i tried asking questions, small talk stuff. I can't remember how the conversation shifted to ghost stories.

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I like ghost stories even if theres a tendency to doubt them. i take these stories with a negative implication like an addiction. once you tell me a ghost story, i can't forget it easily. So for example when you tell me about a ghost story that happened in a bathroom, for an unspecified time, each instance i go inside a bathroom my mind will immediately recall that specific story, replaying it for my unfortunate benefit. and as emasculating as it sounds, i get scared.
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i was told beforehand that my office bldg is haunted. but it was ok, i mean it seems every freakin place is haunted nowadays. in this particular situation, the story caught me off guard. coz the ghost haunting my "part" (yes, theres more than one) of the building was a murdered employee. great!

when i heard the prologue, i knew it would be a mistake to let myself hear the whole thing--regrets, regrets.

it's not comforting to know that my office isnt that safe. i mean a man got murdered inside a school campus building, in ateneo? (hmmm but a student got shot in UP in broad day light. that didnt stop me from studying there, oh well) so to finish the story--apparently the man was a manager who got a fight with his driver. the driver, enraged went back for the manager and stabbed him. the manager managed to crawl his way down the stairs before dying at the ground floor. thus, he now haunts the place.
he is said to whisper or whistle at people or worst, show himself and just stare at you.

the stair i use to get to my office space is the actual stair in the story. i'll never see it the same way again.

it isnt also comforting that the number of priests in my building isnt enough to ward them off. but the people say here the ghosts are mostly harmless so i'll have to console myself with that.

then the conversation drifted to other supposed ghost stories in the place (by the way a 'creature' houses itself in the bldg too).

why am i scared. i dont know. its the unknown. we're all supposed to be scared right?
its a defense mechanism, your body is supposed to react to preserve itself.

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after i heard the story, i shared it to my friend in IM.

she told me that i shouldn't get scared. no ghost will show itself to me.

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what does that supposed to mean?