After a week of beach bumming, he’d came home to an angry
cat and a stack of newspapers. He was the only one he knew who still read the
news in ink form. Grabbing a beer and a stack of newsprint, he read about the
latest crime wave sweeping the fair city. A serial killer was stalking high
rise buildings on the city’s downtown area. It appeared the killer was stalking
his victims and catching them off guard in office break rooms late in the
evening. Of the six victims, the latest had come to long enough to give a
detailed description of the killer’s M.O. The killer called out, “Hello?” as if
he were lost. When the last victim left the break room to see if he could help,
he found no one in the offices. When he went back to grab his cup of coffee, he
was hit from behind. He never saw his assailant. The victim later died of his
wound. There was no mention of any new victims.
Now that he was back, he thought of a few story lines for
the webcast. It seemed everything had been done before. It was Saturday night,
his date cancelled on him and the cat was still pissed she’d been left alone
for a week, “Typical female,” he thought. With nothing on television and having
lost the last of his video poker chips, he decided to go to the office to work
out a few kinks in next week’s program. He had taken the story line from the
recent headlines regarding the serial killer and he was having a problem making
the killer believable.
He’d worked for an hour or so before going into the break
room to make a cup of coffee. While he was filling the machine with water, he
though he heard the rattle of outer office door knob. As he entered the
reception area, he called out, “Hello? Hello?....Hello?”
When he woke up, there was blood on his hands, as if…
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