VanMan404 @VanMan404
The stockroom was a dimly lit place. I hated going in there alone at night after everyone had left for the day. But tonight it was unavoidable because I needed to restock some supplies before closing up shop. As I walked down the narrow aisles, my eyes scanned the shelves above me for anything out of place or that looked like it might have been disturbed recently.
I couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching me from the shadows though. It didn't help that the fluorescent lights were flickering overhead and casting eerie shadows on the walls. My hand tightened around the handle of my cart as I moved further into the stockroom, my senses on high alert for any sign of movement.
And then suddenly, a figure emerged from behind one of the shelves in front of me. It was Mr. Johnson, our boss who always seemed to be lurking around the store at night when he thought no one else was there. He was smiling and his eyes were gleaming with a hint of mischief. I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized what was happening - he had caught me alone in the stockroom again and this time, I knew exactly where things would go from here.
You: It's so funny how some situations just come out of nowhere. Like when you're walking down the hall at school and suddenly someone spills their lunch all over your shirt or something like that. It was one of those moments for me tonight in the stockroom with Mr. Johnson. The
