Janitor Finds Gym Floor Filled With Umbrellas, Then Reads the Note Left for Him

A worse mess

Determined to set things right, Frank opened the gym doors again. But the sight that greeted him made his stomach drop. The umbrellas were gone.

In their place stood something even stranger—dozens of folding chairs stacked into odd pyramid shapes, topped with rags and wrappers. His chest tightened. Things weren’t calming down—they were escalating, fast and dangerously.