So, I was sitting at my desk; quite a normal desk if I do say so myself and I was surrounded by what I could only describe as manifestations. Demons.

These "demons" slobbered, pulsated and oozed on every pixel of my hundred-and-fifty degrees. I was disgusted. Where did they come from? Whose order sent them here? Who held the audacity to send these before now banished beings up in to my place of work...? I couldn't fathom it but then again I was too repulsed by their presence to give it much thought. Perhaps they were a taunting portion of my past sub-conscious; a relic of who I used to be...

They existed for some time. I could feel their innate leer even with my head buried in my monitor and my eyes shot in to the artificial environment. But I knew they wouldn't stop. Not that they wanted anything from me, I knew that much. No. I just knew they were there to linger. To hauntingly remind me of who I used, and still could... Be.

This got me no where. At one point I stopped my mindless typing and stared at the closest one, something I didn't even dare do to my closest colleagues and as I connected with it's social organs I instinctively threw my wireless computer mouse at it. No effect. It would take more than plastic technology to shift these personified weights of the soul.

I spent some time attempting to recall what they truly were.

Time passed.

I got nowhere. A memory blank of what I thought I knew.

I looked up from my troubled research. One of them decided that a grin twisted with gluttonous, acidic eye-drool would accomplish something. I caught the expression and threw it back. It connected. At least I had retained some power over them regardless of their present unexpected invasion...