Cash on Delivery: The Neighbor Next Door Snapped

Summary

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.