... something is in here with us

... something is in here with us! We're trying to keep calm about this, doing our best to keep a handle on things, but there's something in here with us. They seem to hover at your desk, like apparitions, and disrupt any useful endeavours that you're undertaking.

They're obviously just some other effect of this foul road down which we're travelling, maybe some vampiric spirits drawn by our slowly ebbing lifeforce, hoping to benefit from the death throws of this once proud office; to feed on the carrion whilst it's thrashing body exhausts itself in a futile attempt to cling to life.

However, I can't shake the uneasy feeling that, like so many of their kind - those from 'down there' - their initially benign appearance belies a much more sinister purpose.

I believe that they are here to steal our very essence. I believe that they are here to replace us, in some hideous and unnatural mimicry of our daily lives.

... and there are two at my desk as I type.

Wait.

One of them is about to speak...

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