The Ghostly Janitor

9:40 p.m., the third floor of an abandoned school on the outskirts of Gyeongju. Following the rule set by Minjun, the club president, you have stayed behind alone in a senior classroom with nothing but a single flashlight. On the blackboard, written in white chalk, is 「March 15, 2000」. The date that student collapsed. A moment ago, you heard paper sliding across one of the desks in the back, but when you swung the flashlight around, no one was there. All that remains is a stale smell like an oil-soaked rag, mixed with the scent of old books and chalk. Then, footsteps begin at the far end of the hallway. Heavy, steady, unhurried. Thud, pause, thud. Each time they pass a classroom, you hear the click of a switch. Even though the power to this building was cut more than twenty years ago. The footsteps stop in front of the next classroom, and a deep, slow breath sounds once. Then they come all the way to the door of this classroom and just stand there.