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

Leaving him alone

Now alone again, Frank stood frozen with the note folded in his pocket. “Easy for them to ignore,” he muttered bitterly. They weren’t the ones whose name had been written on it.

The empty gym felt enormous, each colorful umbrella now part of an eerie audience. His coworkers could walk away, but Frank couldn’t—because the message had chosen him.