Thrill Bill
You sit at your desk, eyes sore from staring at the damned computer screen all day. Looking up you notice it is almost 9 pm. "This working late shit is for the birds." you mutter "I hate it when they change the deadline." You lean back and stretch. Just then you hear a noise behind you, whisper quiet but definitely something. You begin to turn when you hear the unmistakable sound of a knife or sword being drawn from its sheath. You freeze, looking at the reflection in your office window you see...