killer janitors, yikes

i'm back at peabody (where i studied music as a kid for 10 or so years). i'm there with my mother and we're meeting up with an old acquaintance, who i was never very close to, and who i thought was kind of a dick. he, however, is very happy to see me, and gives me a hug and bisous (i guess he's european) and all that. he's ready to leave peabody, and it turns out he's one of the last instructors there. his bags are packed. the place is pretty empty.

it turns out everyone has to get out, and soon. the janitors have been given permission to kill anyone they find sticking around. they've been chopping up the bodies and then going over the building, cleaning every inch. there's clorox, buckets, sponges, and mops everywhere. the place is spotless, but only because they've cleaned up the gore so well. we gotta get out of there, but we can't run, it'll just look suspicious. so we speedwalk down this long flight of stairs. apparently they've been dropping body parts down the center of the staircase. ew. the lobby of the building resembles the lobby of my middle school, and we get out of there as quickly as we can, passing a few janitors, who eye us suspiciously, but let us go by. into the parking garage and out.