Lisa grumbled as she unlocked the door to the storage closet. It was already past 8:00pm and she was staring at the end of an 11-hour day. She was 36 and worked as an administrator at an adult education centre. Her book supplier sent the shipment from across town late and she now finally got around to stashing the books in the closet so she could get home. Frowning as one of the dirty boxes left a streak of dust on her new olive Armani suit, she stretched her slender 5’ 7” body to shelve a couple more books on the top shelf, standing on her black ankle strap heels.

Jim passed the slightly ajar door and caught a sideways glance of a woman stretching to put books on a shelf. The last guy out of the classroom, he just received word that he was about to fail yet another class, this time, good enough to get his vocational rehab money revoked. Mad as a snake, he had only an empty house to look forward to as his girlfriend moved out 3 months ago to live with a man who actually had a life.

He doubled back to steal another glance. Nobody else was in the hallway. The teacher had walked out the opposite end of the hall to the parking lot. He had seen this bitch before, always working late, so she must have her own keys to the place. Nobody else should be here. Her ponytail swung as she swung her head to search for more space. The brown hair with slightly blonde highlights just begging for attention with each swing.

She put the last of the books away and broke down the cardboard boxes. Brushing the dust off her body, she ran her hands over her 36D breasts and over her skirt.

“Good, no tears this time” she remarked as she looked over her nude collared pantyhose just under her 18” skirt. Always complaining about how expensive pantyhose were and how easily it tore when she had to come to the storage room, she was glad she got away clean this time.

Looking over the room to make sure everything was in place, she went to the far side of the large closet to pick up one more empty box when the lights went out. Groaning over the misfortune of a blown breaker or maybe a power outage, she gingerly tried to feel her past the maze of boxes, books and equipment lying around to the light just outside the door that was only 25 feet away.

But halfway there, after kicking the third box on her way fumbling out the door, she thought she saw a shadow pass the doorway, and with a light click, the door closed and all light disappeared.

“Hello, is anybody there?” a plaintive call in the dark.