A loud knock comes from the door to your apartment. It’s the evening, and you really aren’t expecting anyone. You set down your book and walk to the door. As you check the peephole, you realize it’s Francis, the milkman. He shouldn’t be coming by today though, that’s odd.

You turn the handle and open the door, he smiles at you. His grin is wide and uncanny. He places his hand on the door frame, so that you can’t close it.

“Hey there.. Can I come in?”