He waited, sitting cross-legged on the padded

He waited, sitting cross-legged on the padded floor and staring at the white walls of silence. He had been doing so for an hour now, it was what he was told to do...

and he always did what he was told to do. Unless of course, it conflicted with what someone else told him to do, then, of course, he would self-destruct. The blank walls and silenc

e soothed him. Stillness and quietude were things he needed at that moment. However he also needed the contents of the tray brought to his room. "Gregor, it's time for your

molting. Eat this pill." Gregor scurried under the bed and hid. I didn't bother ttrying to coax or coerse. I knew once I closed the door

the door wouldn't budge. The door was huge, wrapped in cobwebs. It had brass figures of demons all over it. Black smoke spilled from behind the door in vicious clouds.

The vicious black smoky clouds formed an ethereal veil in front of the door. The brass demons materialised from the veil and formed a barrier in front of the ancient oak door.

They said I wasn't going anywhere. "What about my job?", I stammered. "We will go there for you, " one demon said. This was five months ago! I still have my job, knock on wood.

I knew I was fooling myself because with the demons there I had no idea what was real and what was new. It was some misguided defense mechanism that insisted I hold on to my job.

So I said nothing, and I kept my job, and the demons took over the planet because no-one objected. But was it my fault? Was it? I didn't make them do it. I was only doing my job.