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

Security check

Later that morning, Frank was called into the security office. The assistant principal sat behind the desk, scrolling through logs on the monitor.

“We’re checking your keycard activity,” she said. Frank leaned forward, throat dry. The entries showed his name opening doors he swore he hadn’t touched. His stomach twisted. The data was against him, undeniable on the glowing screen.