Cash on Delivery: The Neighbor Next Door Snapped
Language: en
Six months into my new apartment, and out of all the milk I’d ordered for half a year, I’d only managed to drink five. The rest had all vanished down the gullet of the elderly woman next door. I installed a camera; she showed up in a mask. I woke up early to grab it; she was even earlier. Finally, I resorted to my last trick: cash on delivery. I thought my troubles were over. Seven days later, the building manager stood at my door, his face grim. He handed me a piece of paper. Four words on it turned me to stone.