Story about a thing called "Fred", where I work.
I'd heard stories, people getting hit with large bottles of medicine, others of bottles flying off shelves, even a guy feeling like someone was tugging on his shirt collar. Some pretty crazy stuff. But I had no idea what the hell Fred was, til I had my own experience.
We were all leaving work one night, when a guy asked me if I'd seen the Supervisor, so I told him she was in her office. I realized I'd left something at my work station, so ran back to get it, on the other side of the building. On my way back I saw the guy walking through an area near the supervisor's office, but the path he had taken was a bit odd, not crazy odd, but odd. When I walked out the door to go to my locker, I saw the supervisor standing there, so I asked her if he found her, since I had just seen him.
Her: Yeah, he's in the break room.
Me: The break room? I just saw him walking through the dispensing area.
Her: Dark shirt, khaki pants?
Me: Well yeah. (we all wear a blue shirt)
Her: Yeah, you just saw Fred, because (dude in break room) is wearing blue jeans.
My eyes bugged out, and I had chills on my arms.
She looked at the time, said she was going to tell the General Manager, because he's been wanting to catch experiences on tape, hoping he'd see "Fred"
The next day, she informed me that they had checked the tapes. They saw me walking back from the station, they saw me look over to where I had seen what I thought was my co-worker. Then... the camera froze.
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BAM 
