[ WP ] With no moving air , the blinds started to move .

It started several months ago. There were reports, unsubstantiated of course, of strange intruders, brutal attacks and invisible men. When it first visited you, your hair stood on end a millisecond before it spoke. Your hand reaching for the gun you kept under your coat and quickly disarmed. It told of horrors unimaginable to the average mind, and things it had done. You were n't sure it was man, that it could even be human. 
 The visits kept on for those months, and the papers reported on its exploits. It was n't always at work that you were visited. Sometimes it was at home. It never bothered with your wife, or children. They would n't understand anyway, and you wanted to keep it like that. How could they understand the deeds it had been *compelled* to do? 
 Now, as you sit at your desk, back still foolishly to the window, the blinds gently rustle. You feel no more surge of adrenaline and no instinctual twitch towards your service weapon. You simply get up, lock the door and wait. It speaks, in the low, rumbling voice you've grown accustomed to. 
 `` Good evening, Gordon. It's been a very busy week.''
