My husband used to work for a big high street bank, his job required him to visit various sub-branches during the course of his day/week. One of the sub-branches was in an old building dating back to Victorian times. For security reasons the staff would go to the main city centre branch first thing then be taken by taxi with at least one other colleague to the sub branch to open up. As my husband floated between branches he would make his own way there and time it to arrive after the others.
One morning he was slightly earlier than usual. He parked at the rear of the building and looking up could see through the frosted glass of a first floor window, someone moving around in the kitchen area and assumed they were making a drink as was the habit before starting work for the day. He knocked but no one came to let him in. Knocked again but still no reply. He could still see the person moving around in front of the upstairs window. A couple of minutes went by with him wondering what was happening when the taxi turned up with the two staff members in. They did a sweep of the building in case there had been a break in but it was empty. Husband then learned that many years earlier the manager at that branch had committed suicide. Creepy.
One morning he was slightly earlier than usual. He parked at the rear of the building and looking up could see through the frosted glass of a first floor window, someone moving around in the kitchen area and assumed they were making a drink as was the habit before starting work for the day. He knocked but no one came to let him in. Knocked again but still no reply. He could still see the person moving around in front of the upstairs window. A couple of minutes went by with him wondering what was happening when the taxi turned up with the two staff members in. They did a sweep of the building in case there had been a break in but it was empty. Husband then learned that many years earlier the manager at that branch had committed suicide. Creepy.