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Enjoy the show. So, I work at a mid-sized public university at night as a floor tech, which is a fancy way of saying a janitor who doesn't do toilets. At the time of this story I was in charge of

the university's student hub building. Like most colleges and universities this is the

building where students from any major and and I work at 6 p.m. but the campus police shut and lock the building around 9 p.m.

so this leaves me inside. There is one part of the building, the Food Court Mall, that is left unlocked due to the ATM machines that are located just inside the door, though the entrance doors leading inside to the main building are locked. This is located on the second

floor where this story takes place. It was around 1230 a.m. this particular night.

I was on a scrubbing machine on the second floor. a The vacuum on this machine is fairly loud, so it's not easy to hear anything that may be happening around you. I was listening to music as I slowly drove this machine down the hallway, which added another layer of obliviousness. I was

mindlessly watching the floor and listening to some music that I had heard

a thousand times before when I began to hear an extra layer of what sounded like a bass drum beating along in the rhythm to the music.

I'm sure there are others who can attest to the fact that even after listening to songs that you've heard in ad nauseum amount of times, there are still pieces within the music that you can still find. So I chalked it up to that. But then the sound was

becoming more rapid and offbeat to the music. I stopped the machine and pulled out my earbuds. The sound was coming from the doors at the end of the hallway, just out of view.

After each succession of beating, I heard a man's voice calling out.

Hello? Can you hear me?

The hairs on my arm and neck stood up.

I stepped off the machine and slowly walked towards the door. They are facing away from the hall, so whoever was there couldn't see me. I wasn't sure what to do when I got to the doors, and the man sounded frantic, but for security reasons I was not allowed to let anyone inside after the doors are locked.

If they need to get in, they need to let themselves in with a key.

And if they don't have a key, tough luck.

I was just a few yards away from the doors when the beating and screaming stopped.

I peeked around the corner to the door and looked through the glass.

Nothing.

No one was there.

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