"Polisher" I was once a working student way back in college. Before i was accepted, i had a training for almost 3 weeks. Within that 3 weeks, my first scary experience happend.

It was saturday and that's our general cleaning day. We use a polisher after putting a wax on the floor and it's a little bit old already. I set aside the polisher coz i'm arranging those scrapped paper on the table. After 10 or 15 mins. (im done arranging the papers) i should get the stool out of my way so that i can continue the polishing thing...when suddenly, the polisher moved and blocked my way. I was shocked and back off my self with that polisher coz it continues to moved in any direction. I screamed and called my co-working students to help me...they just laughed at me and said i'm making stories though they saw it's moving. What i did is i held the control (in the handle)...i pressed it again & again but still it continues to work. That's the time my co-working believed me and unplugged the polisher and it stopped.

"Table" About 11am (still a working student), i decided to take a nap (it's noon break) in one of the rooms of the dep't. I suddenly woke up coz someone raised the table (where i'm lying)...got pissed off with that someone...i turned to him to tell him what the hell was he doing but when i looked around....there's no other person there...it's only me!!! i got my slippers and ran as fast as i could! whew!

Who do you think did that to me?