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This is a work of (slightly paranormal) fiction. The characters and situations presented here are nothing more than inventions of the author’s imagination. If anything in this story resembles real persons, places, or institutions, it is purely the result of coincidence.
Elmore Wiggins wanted it to stop. He hadn’t asked for it, he didn’t like it, and he wanted to be rid of it. It was, after all, that most loathsome of things: an uncanny, routine-disrupting inconvenience and anomaly.
For Elmore, you see, was an incorrigible creature of habit. He loved the dull, unvarying routine of his life. He simply reveled in the fact that he was an obscure employee in a small office in a nondescript town. He shunned anything out the ordinary and would countenance no talk of the supernatural. Elmore, in short, preferred, above all else, the safety and security of his ordered, regular, and solitary existence. And that’s why he was so out of sorts now.