Janitor Finds Gym Floor Filled With Umbrellas, Then Reads the Note Left for Him

As he opened the doors fully, Miguel froze. The entire gym floor was covered—completely—with open umbrellas. Hundreds of them. Red, blue, striped, solid. Arranged in tidy rows across the polished court. They stood upright, handles down, like a strange art exhibit. He blinked a few times, wondering if he was dreaming. The scene was surreal. And eerily silent.