Creative Writing: Brent's Mistake

It is the afternoon, Brent is beginning his patrol around the unkempt building. He looks around the security room as he packs his baton and walkie-talkie onto his belt. Everything looks all rustic and decaying like the company didn't even hire maintenance. The paint on the walls is chipping and cracking, same with the cement floor, which he could feel through his shoes that it was cold. This could be a good location for a horror movie or game he thought to himself. Brent checks the security monitors to locate where his partner is at. He then attaches a mic piece which connects to his walkie-talkie onto the shoulder strap of his shirt. He presses and holds the talk button on the mic.

"Beginning my round." He mutters as he releases the button, grabs his flashlight, and heads out of the room.

"Got it." His partner acknowledges, "Make sure to turn off the

"No," His partner replies, "If you can't see, use your flashlight."

Brent turns on his flashlight which gives off a somewhat dim lighting and made everything look that much creepier. He looks down the now dark empty hallway which leads to the restroom, he shines his light there. He could feel it inside, a part of him wanted to get scared. Expecting to see a face or something eerie down the hall.

After he is done inspecting the restrooms he made his way upstairs. He sees his partner down the hallway of the second floor and approaches him. "Hey." Brent greets with a bit of relief, "I just got done checking down stairs, going to start on this floor."

"Hurry up." His partner says shining his flashlight down the dark empty hallway. "I'm going on to the third floor."

"Ok," Brent nods as his partner continues on his way.

Brent shines his light on the paper still in his hand. He reads the first location on this floor- Room 1-4-B: Study room/Classroom. "What is this a school now?" He wonders as he searches for the