Spooky Office Manager

Once upon a time, there was a manager named Mr. Johnson worked in a large office with over 2000 employees.

He was known for his stern demeanor and his tendency to micromanage every aspect of his team's work.

His employees often joked that he had eyes in the back of his head, as he seemed to know everything that was going on in the office.

One day, Mr. Johnson received a strange email from an unknown sender. The email contained a single line of text: "I'm watching you."

At first, Mr. Johnson dismissed the email as a prank from one of his employees, but he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his gut.

As the days went by, Mr. Johnson started to notice strange things happening in the office. His computer would turn on by itself in the middle of the night, and files would be deleted or moved to different folders without his knowledge. He even thought he heard footsteps in the empty halls of the office at night, but when he investigated, there was no one there.

Mr. Johnson became increasingly paranoid and started to suspect that someone was watching him.

He installed security cameras in his office and even hired a private investigator to look into the matter, but no evidence was found.

One night, as Mr. Johnson was working late in his office, he heard a knock on the door.

When he opened it, there was no one there. He turned around to go back to his desk, but then he saw something that made his blood run cold.

On the wall opposite his desk, there was a message scrawled in red paint that read: "I'm always watching."

Mr. Johnson panicked and ran out of the office, but when he tried to call the police, he realized that his phone had been disconnected. He ran to the security desk in the lobby, but the security guard was nowhere to be found.

As Mr. Johnson tried to leave the building, he found that all the doors were locked from the outside. He was trapped.

He wandered the empty halls of the office, trying to find a way out, but every door was locked.

He could feel someone or something watching him from the shadows, and he knew that he was not alone.

Finally, he came to a staircase that led down to the basement of the building.

He hesitated for a moment, but then he heard a noise coming from below. It sounded like footsteps, but there was something else too, something he couldn't quite identify.

Mr. Johnson descended the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. As he reached the bottom, he saw something that made him wish he had never come to work that day.

In the dim light of the basement, he saw a figure standing in front of him.

It was humanoid in shape, but its skin was gray and stretched taut over its bones. Its eyes were black and soulless, and its mouth was twisted into a grotesque grin.

Mr. Johnson tried to run, but the figure was too fast. It caught him by the throat and lifted him off the ground. Mr. Johnson struggled, but he knew that he was powerless.

The figure spoke, and its voice was like nails on a chalkboard. "I've been watching you, Mr. Johnson," it said. "I've been watching all of you. And now, it's time for you to join me."

And with that, Mr. Johnson was gone, swallowed up by the darkness of the basement.

The next day, the employees of the office arrived to find that Mr. Johnson was missing. The police searched the building, but no trace of him was ever found.

From that day on, the employees of the office whispered about the strange occurrences that had taken place in the building.