Mr. Knotts sat down and sighed heavily. His eyes were starting to glaze over with
sleep. He rubbed his eyes frantically trying to stay awake. It was 11:30pm. He had
just finished hosting a presentation, to over 500 different representatives from
corporations internationally wide. Now he sat at his desk, huddling over his computer
monitor; Trying to type up his report on the sales figures they had just earned from the
presentation. He groaned. It felt like it would be forever, before he would be able to
finish typing up the sales he had made to those corporations.
He stretched his arms in the air, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling.
As he started to bring his vision back to the monitor, he noticed a curious red beam of
light shining at the top of the wall, above his computer. He stared at it, baffled at what
it could be. Did he forget to turn off something? Puzzled, he scratched his head trying
to think what it could be. Never letting his eyes off the curious beam of red light, that
formed a single red dot on the wall, he concentrated. All of sudden he realized in
horror, what it was. Frantically he swiveled out of his chair, trying to turnaround, but
it was too late. Mr. Knotts was dead. He lay there face down on the floor of his office,
his arms outstretched, as a small circle of water formed beside his head.
The next day everyone in management was buzzing around about the latest
recent events. It seemed that one of the female janitors, that had came to the office
early in the morning, found Mr. Knotts dead in his office. On his desk, a suicide note
appeared on his computer monitor. It stated that he was sick and tired of trying to
impress other people and that his life was going nowhere. So he had decided to kill
himself. In his outstretched right hand a pill bottle was gripped between his fingers.
Everyone in the office watched in horrified silence as the police barred off Mr. Knotts'
office with yellow police tape.
"Poor Knotts, who knew he was on the verge of suicide?" someone murmured.
"Yeah, who would've known? I just talked to him yesterday and he seemed real happy.
I wonder what happened." Someone replied. More murmuring and whispering
Mr. O'Neil sat down in front of his computer. It was 11:45pm, since the death of
Mr. Knotts he had been selected to takeover his job. He sighed deeply. His eyes were
beginning to glaze over with sleep. He had been selected to type up a new marketing
scheme for Lazer Inc. in hopes of keeping up with their new found financial boom.
Ever since the presentation that had done, market sales and gone through
the roof. Unfortunately, didn't make it to receive the promotion he
deserved. Mr. O' Neil began to stretch his arms, his head leaned back to stare up at the
ceiling of his new office. Since his promotion, he had been given Mr. Knott's office,
along with a raise in salary. As he began to bring his vision back to the computer
monitor, he noticed a curious red beam of light that formed, into a small red dot at the
top part of the wall, above the computer. Mr. O'Neil sat there, contemplating on what
this red dot could be. Then he began to realize with horror what it was. He swiveled
around on his chair, trying to turnaround, but it was too late. Mr. O'Neil was dead.
His body lay on the floor of the office, face down. His outstretched arms reaching out.
A puddle of water began to form beside his head.
During the next few weeks, it seemed like there was a never ending nightmare
hanging over Lazer Inc. One after another people in management were dying.
Market sales had dropped drastically with the bad publicity, Lazer Inc. had been
receiving. So far in total 4 people had committed suicide. Mr. Knotts, Mr. O'Neil,
Mrs. Kelly and Mrs. Ryan. The police were now suspicious and suspected a serial
murderer. In the meantime new regulations in the office were put up, stating that no
one should be putting in any overtime at the office and to finish any work they had for
the next day. For the next few weeks, all seemed calm. So far the murderer hadn't
made a move. The police were in anticipation to see what would happen next.
Lazer Inc. was back in business. People were celebrating. A crowd of over 1000
people had shown up. They had just marketed one of their brand new laser products.
A laser beam that could clear cut any object very cleanly. It was marketed for
construction companies, as a fast tool to get the job done. Over 1 billion dollars in
profit had been made. Thousands of Lazer Inc. employees had shown up to celebrate,
along with Lazer Inc.'s associate partners. Everyone was there to celebrate their
financial success that would save Lazer Inc. The lights dimmed in the room. The host
and president of Lazer Inc. Mrs. Feory stepped up to the wooden podium to make her
congratulatory speech. As she was about to speak, she noticed a red beam of light on
the top of the ceiling, forming a small red dot. She stared at it puzzled. Everyone in
the audience turned they're heads up to see what she was looking at. The crowd
started whispering in confusion. Was this part of the celebration? Was this a new
demonstration of a product they were going to sell? As the audience watched, another
red beam of light appeared, followed by another and another. Soon the whole ceiling
was covered in a mass of red dots formed by beams of light. The whispering in the
crowd was growing. What was going on? What was this for? Suddenly all eyes turned
to Mrs. Feory, as they heard her gasp in terror from the podium. Her face turned pure
white. Her whole body started shaking. She realized in horror what was going to
happen. She started to scream into the microphone, "NOOO! EVERYONE GET…."
But it was too late, everyone in the crowd was dead. All of them, lying face down on
the floor. With puddles of water forming beside they're heads.
Lazer Inc. now no longer exists. They shut it down just last year. What a shame,
it had great potential too. Especially with their new product, a laser beam that can cut
through anything and not leave any material behind. Except for a puddle of water
beside the object. It was designed to draw out moisture in wood or steel for
construction companies, but not leave any messy traces. Like wood chips, steel bits or
in this case, blood. I found it pretty effective. I should know, I used to work for Lazer
Inc. Now I'm out of a job. You don't suppose you could recommend me to a
company? I have lots of experience and generally have good people skills. Think you
can help me out here?