If my life turned into a horror movie the setting would defiantly take place at my work, there is something very eerie about the after-hours office environment.
The only sounds throughout the floor is my own typing and the constant humming from my computer. I can imagine myself hiding from the ghost of employee past out to destroy all current workers of this hellish job.
The one lonely office chair rolling past my desk with no one on it, cubical walls falling down on their own, staplers and paper clips flying through the air.
My grand escape ruined by the security man asleep at his post.
Oh the horror!
I think I need a new job.