A vivid imagination that leans towards the macabre maybe?

1958 as I recall. Vincent Price & David Hedison.

Then he could be the only sane one on here

Interesting to say the least. Your words remind me of that SciFi movie.. The Day the Earth Stood Still. When the alien gave that now famous command to his robot.. " Gort, Klatu, Borrada, Nikto ! "

You were a little bit too hasty dealing with that poor fly Rodolfo, you should have given him time to compose himself, he just flew off the handle and forgot your name.

Huzzah!
I am not alone!
"Nevermore!"

This has been a very strange morning. As usual I got up bright and early for work. Did my excercises and then, I went straight towards the kitchen to prepare my coffee. Suddenly, in the silence of it all, I hear a faint high pitch voice that says.. " Steve, help me ! " At first I ignored it, but then a few seconds later, there it was again.. " Steve, help me ! ". At that point I was begining to freak out. Was I hearing voices in my head ? Or maybe it was a neighbor crying out for help ? At that point I had no clue.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, went to my den to read the newspaper, when out of nowhere again that faint high pitch voice.. " Steve, help me ! " Frustrated I got up and started to look around. When suddenly on top of my desk to my wonder I spot a lone fly with a human head.
It looks up at me and says.. " Steve, help me ! " Without hesitation I roll the newspaper up and smash the fly dead.

A devilish smile comes over my face as I shook my head in dismay. Dumb fly, he should of known by now that my name was not Steve.