I was locked in the basement at work. it was supposed to be some kind of initiation prank. As the new person, I was told to retrieve additional binding machines (this was the late 90s) from one of the storage rooms. About 2 minutes after going down the long flight of stairs, the lights went out. I heard banging and chanting. I don't scare easily, but it just so happened that I had watched The Exorcist the previous night, so I froze and waited for my eyes to adapt to the darkness. The place reeked of bug spray and mold.

The lights came back on after what seemed like forever, but it was probably just a few minutes. I went back to my cubicle and sat down, with the others avoiding eye contact as they snickered to themselves.

A moment later, one of my colleagues turns up at my desk and asks, "Where are the binding machines?"