The office is kind of empty today and I have my section of the floor all to myself. A colleague came by to chat with me. As we did, I clearly saw a woman walk behind her and go into the cubicle across from mine... where she vanished.
My colleague asked me what was wrong and I described what I'd just witnessed. She asked me to describe the woman and I was able to give a pretty good description.
"Oh!" she said. "That was my sister!"
Her sister was murdered six years ago.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."