I slipped out the door and into the dark labyrinth of the school. The black garbage bag slung over my shoulder and patted me on the back with each step. The limbs jabbed into my spine, and I could feel the distinct imprint of an arm or a foot. But I didn't mind. Each step, each poke in my back, was a reminder that I was in charge. I hurried along down the hallway. I needed to dispose of the evidence soon, before the sun came up, and it got too light out. I slunk my way to the doors, hidden in the shadows. I was so good at my job by now. I knew where the cameras lurked and which corners to avoid. I had gotten pretty sneaky and stealthy. I never made mistakes. I cackled loudly, my laugh echoing down the twisting halls. I listened to my voice boomerang back to me. I liked knowing that I was the only one in the whole building. It was like I was important, like I actually mattered.
I hopped into my red pickup truck, throwing the garbage bag into the back seat. My truck was the only vehicle in the whole school parking lot. I felt my lips curl upwards. I just loved the way the world froze on nights like these. I was the only one in the entire world, just me and my thoughts. There was no one to look down on me like I was nothing, no one to tell me what to clean and what to do, as if I were their puppet, hanging by my helpless strings. But no, on these nights, it was just me, in power, in control.
I patted my back pocket for my keys. Nothing. I started to panic. I left my keys everywhere. I could never keep track of them. But I didn't have time for this. Not tonight. Had I left them in the school?
My anxiety faded as I felt my keys in the opposite pocket. I released a long, heavy breath, that I hadn't realized I'd been holding in. Why was I so uptight? I laughed nervously. Everything was fine. Just like it always was.
I started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot, taking the back-road behind the school. Fewer cars; fewer witnesses. Like always, the road was empty, no cars in sight. I turned left and drove.
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The Janitor
HorrorHe's a murderer, a serial killer. He wants everyone to know that he is powerful too. Everything he does is for a reason. But will someone find out? The Janitor.
