Whenever Julian tried to protest or mention his father, Henderson would simply step closer, his shadow looming unnaturally large against the stone walls. There was something in the janitor’s gaze—a cold, ancient stillness—that made Julian’s blood run cold. It wasn't just a janitor in the basement; it felt like the school itself was watching him through Henderson's eyes. A Changed Perspective
Mr. Henderson, the night janitor, didn't look like the other staff. He was unnervingly still, his eyes clouded by thick spectacles, and he smelled faintly of ozone and industrial-grade bleach. He didn't yell. He didn't report Julian to the dean. He simply pointed a gnarled finger toward the basement stairs. Whenever Julian tried to protest or mention his
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The "creepy" janitor just nodded, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. Some lessons aren't taught in a classroom; they’re earned in the dark. He didn't yell
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