Why I don't work at sports arenas anymore

Chapter Two

I moved into the lobby, I walked behind the main desk into the backroom. In the backroom was a large box, it was filled to the top with hockey gear. I dug around box until I found a Glove big enough. I walked back to James, he was sitting with his phone to his ear, "Come on!" James looked up at me. "I can't reach John or the technician." I went to open the door, this time the cold didn't affect me, I could still feel it. The inside was dark, the lights were off. The room was colder than the others. James searched the wall for a light before hitting it. The light blinded me, I don't know why, I was just out in the lobby. After my eyes adjusted I saw the horror that laid in front of me. This might sound weird but the ice was covered in clothes and gear, hockey helmets and jackets was spread out on the ice. In the stands, phones, hats and other things were strewn about. The weird thing was that they were in perfect order, first shoes, then pants and shirts and sometimes hats. I noticed right away that there was another large vent, but this one was open halfway. James made some weird noises before exiting the rink. I was alone in the quiet rink filled with clothes. I grabbed my phone and switched on the light. This vent connected to the other vent, but the other room was far, it was big, I reached into the vent to see what the blue thing I saw earlier was. After getting on all fours and making my way into the vent, I found what I was looking for. The blue "Thing" was a person, a teen holding onto a phone. The phone went on, a text flashed onto the screen.