A BPM story for halloween

It was a dark and stormy night.
The team held a late night meeting in the boardroom to discuss the progress of the BPM program.

The wind blew, the rain poured, and the lightning struck. It was late and the team felt uneasy at being left alone in the building on such a night.

The storm had cut off the power to the building. It was an uncomfortable situation.
They had all heard stories of gruesome endings to previous improvement teams.
Myths.. but still…

The team huddled together to the light of a candle, trying to piece together the process change plan.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the candle out. A cold and eerie sound could be heard from the hallway: “WHERE IS MY ROI!”

Thump. Thump. Thump. The footsteps drew nearer.
The team gasped in fear and flung themselves under the table as the thud of heavy footsteps grew louder.

The eerie sound could be heard again: “WHERE IS MY ROI!”

“I don’t know” yelled the business analyst in fear.
A scream was heard and the candle was quickly relit
The team looked around. The business analyst was missing, nowhere to be seen.
In her place, the letter “B” had been written in blood on the table.

The frightened team huddled together, when suddenly another gust of wind blew the candle out again.
The eerie sound of a door opening, and a ghostly voice could be heard “WHERE IS MY ROI!”

“We are working on it” yelled the process analyst in fear.
A scream was heard and the candle was quickly relit.
The team looked around. The process analyst was missing, nowhere to be seen.
In his place, the letter “P” had been written in blood.

The team huddled together even tighter, when another gust of wind blew the candle out again.
The eerie sound could be heard again “WHERE IS MY ROI!”

“Help us” yelled the enterprise architect in fear.
A scream was heard and the candle was quickly relit.
The team looked around. The enterprise architect was missing, nowhere to be seen.
In his place, the letter “M” had been written in blood.

The next morning, management discovered the boardroom still unlocked.
The evidence of the night’s events were plain to see.
Three bloody letters remained on the table…”B“… “P“… “M“…