Wilson was standing in my office practicing his yo-yo, one of the seemingly endless array of new “hobbies” he had taken up during the pandemic. I was busy reading about a rogue goat terrorizing a small town in Scotland. I was hoping to find video that would allow me to waste more of the morning.
Our best efforts at corporate time mismanagement ended abruptly when a blood-curdling shriek came from down the hall. It was followed in short order by another, this one sending a chill pulsing up my spine.