We moved office to a newly renovated building, and I noticed that he wouldn't come to my room in the evenings, which began to piss me off. I questioned my secretary and she explained that no-one would come that part of the office once it was dark as there was a ghost in the conference room (which was next to my office).
Apparently, a worker had hanged himself in that area during the renovation. I scoffed at this but the next evening I heard someone in the conference room. I was alone in my office. I went into the conference room but no-one was there. I thought I was being set up by the staff. Next evening, I heard the noise again. I crept to the door, waited until the noise was there and opened the door quickly and looked in to see a body 'going' into a small, closed, cupboard in which we kept our video tapes.
As you might imagine, I never went into the conference room at night again, even though I regularly heard those noises. In fact it still sends shivers up and down my spine as I sit here writing about it.
skeptika's note:
This story comes from Hardship Postings, about people's experiences in Asia.