I tried to focus my attention on the spreadsheet on my computer, but it was nigh impossible with the loud creaking and burbling noises that came from the floor. I glanced down at it as it began to gurgle. "Yeah?" I asked, "What’s up? What are you trying to tell me this time?"

The floor continued to make gurgling noises, before replying, "... I… Kill your family, Lily… Follow you home… Kill…"

I laughed in reply, which immediately got it to shut up. "How many times do I have to tell you? My family is either already dead or I don't care if you try to kill them. If you're trying to scare me, you're failing." I brought my attention back to my spreadsheet. Yeah, the deadline for that is in a few hours, I should probably deal with that. I began to type for a few moments.

Soon, though, a staticky voice came from my monitor. It hissed, "Oh, but the curse! The curse, the curse, the curse! How will you cope with the curse?"

"Curse?" I echoed. "This isn't a damn curse! This is, like, a minor annoyance. Sure, it sucks that mundane objects are threatening to burn my house down and kill my family or whatever, but none of you ever do anything. It's all just threats emptier than my bank account. That witch or whatever from my last job needs to get better curses."

"I will do it, I will do it!" my monitor replied, "I am invincible, I will hack into and delete everything you love!"

"Please do, I need a little spice in my life," I scoffed. "Actually, here! Let me see if you can hack me after this." I pushed the power button on the monitor.

The monitor squealed as I pushed the button, "No, wait! Please, I have so much to live for! So much to live-" before finally turning off.

The familiar voice of the floor gurgled, "God… You killed… Monitor…"

I shook my head, before replying, "No, it could still talk to me if it wasn't so stupid. I've had plenty of turned-off electronics talk to me before. Its motherboard is just too small to comprehend that-"

I shut up as I heard a different, yet familiar voice say, "Uh, Lily?" I turned to the direction of the voice, to see my supervisor. I had never seen a look that confused and concerned on a guy's face before.

All I could say was "Um… Hey, Dave! I can explain."