Old Steve pushed his industrial sized broom across the waxen middle school floors catching in his web a comb, old milk carton , various papers and what looked to be an a science report with an F on the top in red ink, and Plagiarism written next to it .

As he looked down at the report he recognized the name neatly written in the top left hand corner, Podcast.

"I know that kid.." he thought to himself as he pushed the broom on toward the next great hallway , he didn't seem the type to cheat.

Steve swayed from left to right as he worked, it was all in the least movement possible so as to not where yourself out, his keys jingled and jangled as he swept his way past the auditorium.

Then he heard music, soft at first but the growing with a louder intensity. looking at his watch the time read 12:30 am, he then moved up to the brown wooden doors and slowly opened them up.

Peering into a vast ocean of darkness Steve said" you can't be in here it's after school hours". The music had stopped the second he came in.

Flicking on the light on his cell phone he cast a solitary beam of light across the many empty seats of the auditorium.

Large velvet red curtains were opened slightly revealing an old Steinway piano and girl with jet black hair sitting at its keys.

"Miss you can't be in here the school is closed and it's very late. Miss can you hear me...."

The black haired girl began to cry softly.

Steve didn't know what to do, clearly the kid was upset but this wasn't his line of work.

"Miss can i call someone for you you know get you some help"... More crying came from the girl.

He looked down at his phone for the number of the principal and when he looked up the girl was standing within two feet of him.

In a voice that seemed to crawl off of the back of her throat the raven haired girl said "You're gonna need some help." as the shadows seemed to swallow them both in a wave of darkness.