The soft _clink clunk _echoed through the metals walls. The only problem: they weren’t mine. The leather boots with tough soles are the only thing that could make that sound. And by the sound of it, they were headed straight towards me. A couple doors down was a janitor’s closet, and I snuck in. As I eased the door shut, something fell behind me.

I slowly turned around. Behind me stood an older janitor who was frozen in fear. I put my longer to my lip. As the sound of footsteps faded, I quickly swept out of there after whispering, “I was never here.”