Ever since you moved into this new neighborhood. You’ve felt much safer than ever. The crime rate was at an all time low and everyone seemed to be pretty friendly.

The only problem was the milkman. Last time you checked, milkmen didn’t deliver at 10pm but like every night, here he was again knocking on your door.

You looked through the peephole and saw him standing there covered in what looked like..blood?

“Goodnight, sorry for the late delivery. I was in traffic.”