This morning I was working diligently on a few orders for my business. I had received them while I was being ravaged by THE BUG FROM HELL.
I was in the zone, I tell you. I had Carrie Underwood playing on my iPod, as my fingers worked furiously over my computer's keyboard. I was processing invoices for the orders that I had completed. Cha-Ching!
Suddenly, I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. An eerie feeling crept over me. I was afraid to look over my shoulder. It was as though a presence had joined me in my office; one that was not human. I could just imagine the eyes boring into my soul.
I slowly turned in my chair and came face to face with this: