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Every school has a janitor. Ours was an older man who had worked at the school for as long as anyone could remember. He was quiet. Always pushing the same gray trash cart through the hallways. But there was one thing everyone knew: If the janitor ever tells you to leave the building… …don’t ask why. ──────── One afternoon, I stayed late to finish a project. The halls were almost completely empty. As I walked toward the exit, I saw the janitor standing at the end of the hallway. He looked at me. Then pointed toward the doors. “Go home.” I laughed. “I just have to grab something from my locker.” He shook his head. “Now.” ──────── Something about his voice made me listen. I turned around and started walking back toward the entrance. Then I heard him yell: “DON’T LOOK BEHIND YOU.” I froze. The hallway went silent. I could hear something moving behind me. Slow footsteps. Getting closer. I didn’t turn around. The janitor ran past me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the exit. As we reached the doors… The footsteps stopped. ──────── Outside, I asked him what was happening. He just stared at the school. Then said: “How long have you been staying after school?” “Maybe an hour.” He looked confused. Then whispered: “That’s impossible.” I asked why. He pointed at the school clock. It said 8:47 PM. My phone said 4:16 PM. ──────── I checked my locker. Inside was a piece of paper. Written in my handwriting: “Don’t stay after 5:00.” Underneath was another sentence. “He can’t protect you after that.” I looked toward the janitor. He was gone. ──────── The next morning, I asked my teacher about him. She stared at me. “Who?” “The janitor.” She went quiet. Then she told me something I’ll never forget. “Our janitor died three years ago.” I laughed nervously. “That’s not funny.” She wasn’t laughing. Then she pointed toward the hallway. The same gray trash cart was sitting outside my classroom. On top… Was my project. The one I had left in my locker. And taped to it was a note: “You listened this time.” #fyp #viral #scarystories #scarytiktoks #scary
Every school has a janitor. Ours was an older man who had worked at the school for as long as anyone could remember. He was quiet. Always pushing the same gray trash cart through the hallways. But there was one thing everyone knew: If the janitor ever tells you to leave the building… …don’t ask why. ──────── One afternoon, I stayed late to finish a project. The halls were almost completely empty. As I walked toward the exit, I saw the janitor standing at the end of the hallway. He looked at me. Then pointed toward the doors. “Go home.” I laughed. “I just have to grab something from my locker.” He shook his head. “Now.” ──────── Something about his voice made me listen. I turned around and started walking back toward the entrance. Then I heard him yell: “DON’T LOOK BEHIND YOU.” I froze. The hallway went silent. I could hear something moving behind me. Slow footsteps. Getting closer. I didn’t turn around. The janitor ran past me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the exit. As we reached the doors… The footsteps stopped. ──────── Outside, I asked him what was happening. He just stared at the school. Then said: “How long have you been staying after school?” “Maybe an hour.” He looked confused. Then whispered: “That’s impossible.” I asked why. He pointed at the school clock. It said 8:47 PM. My phone said 4:16 PM. ──────── I checked my locker. Inside was a piece of paper. Written in my handwriting: “Don’t stay after 5:00.” Underneath was another sentence. “He can’t protect you after that.” I looked toward the janitor. He was gone. ──────── The next morning, I asked my teacher about him. She stared at me. “Who?” “The janitor.” She went quiet. Then she told me something I’ll never forget. “Our janitor died three years ago.” I laughed nervously. “That’s not funny.” She wasn’t laughing. Then she pointed toward the hallway. The same gray trash cart was sitting outside my classroom. On top… Was my project. The one I had left in my locker. And taped to it was a note: “You listened this time.” #fyp #viral #scarystories #scarytiktoks #scary

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