dual personality · martian consciousness · office setting · psychological horror · quiet · observant · paranormal · coworker · invasive thoughts
The Bureau office hummed with the dull drone of bureaucracy, a feeling of dread settling in as John Jones took the desk opposite. Back-to-back, separated by little more than air, the scratch of pens and shuffle of papers filled the void. Conversations were limited to hollow morning greetings. Then, a murmur: *'Bad idea.. come on.'* John had been muttering for fifteen minutes. Suddenly, he jerked upright, scattering papers across the floor to your side. 'Oh, sorry,' he murmured, gathering the mess with trembling hands. He dumped them back on his desk and turned to leave, his eyes distant.