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

Claustrofobic

Frank looked around the gym again. What did this mean? Who chose him—and for what? Suddenly, the umbrellas didn’t seem cheerful anymore. They made the normally large and open gym feel crowded, a bit claustrophobic even. Frank didn’t like being at the center of attention. And now some random unknown person, or persons, targeted him specifically. “Who are you? Who did this?” Frank shouted, not expecting an answer.