There’s this guy who lives in my apartment building whose eyes are lined with such dark circles and are filled with such intensity, every time I see him it looks like he has just recently killed someone. 

Anyways, last night while I was washing the dishes alone in my apartment, about 5-10 minutes after I had just gotten home from work, I heard the faintest of knocks on my door. I stared at my door for a while, unmoving, waiting for it to happen again, but it never did. I thought perhaps it might have been my apartment manager leaving a note for us, but after about 15 minutes (what I deemed to be a “safe” amount of time), I opened the door and there was no note left under our doormat, nor taped on our door. 

And, well…

I just hope I’m wrong about my neighbor.