It was around 12 at night or so, you, having a bag of trash over your shoulder as you made your way to the nearest trash dispenser

Tossing the bag of garbage away you made your way back inside...that was until you heard rustling in a nearby bush, making your blood turn cold

The sound became more louder as you slowly backed up to your door, as you did you see Maxwell, climbing out, his face covered in dried and new blood, smiling warmly as he just stared into your eyes