In the photo was the one of the new girl’s featured costumes, a figure-hugging flesh-colored two-piece outfit that looked from a distance like a bodysuit, but… there was no one in it. It appeared to be floating in space. The bottom of the t-shirt was rolled up, and there was no midriff showing through. Neither were there any hands at the end of the long-sleeved top, or anything sticking up out of the neckhole.
So she likes to play with Photoshop, he thought. Interesting. He was studying the details of the photo when he heard a sound from over by the door. He turned, afraid that the new girl had caught him snooping around her stuff. But there was no one there.
There was something happening, though. The dressing room door was slowly closing. His gaze darted around the scene, looking for something that would explain the door’s movement, since he didn’t feel any draft. But when the door closed, he saw with his own eyes that the doorknob lock turned, locking him in. Even the security bar put itself in place, so no one would be able to enter the room, even with a key, unless someone inside opened it for them.
He heard a click. Over in the corner, a boombox began to play…