Day 477

Someone had changed your computer's background.
What had formerly been the company's logo and motto was now a hyperrealistic face.
It looked like it had been forced into the bulky CRT monitor, cleverly done.
Whoever pranked you had also gone through the trouble of removing all of your icons too.
Your desktop was utterly blank apart from that face.

They had also disconnected your mouse but left the cable attached.
You went to the nearby desks, asking who'd done this so cleverly but nobody knew.
It soon became clear that your only option was to go to IT and ask for a fix.
The guys weren't alone like usual, there were four policemen with them and the head of HR.
You heard them mention your name.

With a polite cough you caught their attention and the questioning began.
Do you have any enemies, have you received any strange letters, do you know a Mr Johan Annes?
After so many questions that made no sense they let you see the footage.
A person dressed all in black carrying a toolbag and a dripping black sack entering the lobby.
Half an hour later they left without the black sack.

The face was real, they said, and had been missing from a local morgue for almost a week.
Your whole work bay was closed whilst they removed the corpse from your monitor.
The second the screws came loose the entire front slid off and the visceral remains poured out.
Chunks of the man's half-attached shoulders and neck thudded wetly onto your desk.
You passed out at the stench began to spread.