Haunted by Office Things

"Welcome to the company, Emma Lane. Your fingerprint has been registered. Remember to clock in when you arrive and leave," Zoe Porter from the administration department said as she handed me my employee badge.

I froze for a brief moment.

Memories from my previous life came rushing back—memories of being tormented, again and again, by the company itself.

The same day, in my last life, marked the beginning of my nightmare.

On my very first day, everything in the office seemed to target me, and only me.

The fingerprint scanner would flash an error every time it tried to read my print. Every day, I had to bother my coworkers to manually correct my attendance record.

When I finally went to the admin to request a different scanner, the clerk snapped impatiently, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Everyone else can clock in just fine. Why are you the only one with problems?"

At my desk, the air vent blasted freezing air nonstop. In the dead of winter, my hands and feet were numb from the cold.

I could no longer take it and asked my manager, Sam Tucker, to change my seat. He looked annoyed and scoffed. "Other people sit here with no issues. How come the AC only blows cold air when you sit here?"

One bizarre incident after another made it impossible for me to function at work. My supervisors thought I was exaggerating, while my coworkers thought I was dramatic and unstable.

In the end, I could only go home and vent to my boyfriend, Adam Hawkins, telling him I wanted to quit.

He brushed it off without hesitation. "There's no way all that weird stuff is real. You're probably just stressed and overthinking things. Besides, you're making almost 60 thousand dollars a year before benefits, with weekends off and paid leave. Where are you going to find a job like that?"

After thinking it over, I decided to endure it and stay.

I never made it to the next week.

The very next morning, as I was leaving work, the elevator suddenly dropped. I fell to my death from the 33rd floor.

I died with my eyes open.

No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't understand why any of this had happened.

But I was given another chance, for I had come back to life.

This time, I was determined to uncover the truth behind every one of those so-called accidents.