
The Cart With the Bad Wheel
Three nights running I'm the last one out. Tonight the only other person in the building, the cleaner I've never spoken to, stopped her cart at my desk.


Three nights running I'm the last one out. Tonight the only other person in the building, the cleaner I've never spoken to, stopped her cart at my desk.
Everyone left the office at seven. The motion lights go dark when you stop moving — and tonight they started coming on by themselves.