She was only there for a couple of weeks, but I’ll never forget her. Awkward, frumpy, unbrushed hair in her face and thick glasses. We had spoken to each other maybe two times when one day she came up behind me, hugged me, whispered, “I am the night!” in my ear and then ran away giggling. Apparently, she had creeped out a lot of other people, as well. It was random and weird, and she didn’t last long. She seemed like the kind of person that would tell you that her spirit animal was a spork.
I worked with a guy once who used to masturbate every day in the work toilets, I only know as he used to tell us every time he’d return. I still find it odd as I look back and remember how my colleagues used to laugh about it, I’m sure if it was now I’d be more creeped out than I was at the time.