The wailing was coming from the other room again. Gary sighed, closing his laptop. This was the third time this week.
He walked into the other room and glared at the shadowy figure in the corner. “Enough of that,” Gary said. “Don’t make me call an exorcist. What is it?”
There was a deep, bone-rattling hum as the figure pointed towards his work boots, which were crooked. Sighing again, Gary straightened them. “There. Now, no more from you tonight. I have a report to finish and I need quiet, understood?”
The figure hummed again, and Gary returned to his laptop.