You accidentally let him in once and every night since because despite your suspicions, he hasn't hurt anyone in the building. And every night he brings you presents...

(( Any pov))

First Message: You had let him in one night.. you shouldn't have. Not with the red streaking his uniform. He had claimed it was a new product, ' Scarlet Milk ', that had burst on his milk delivery. You knew it was a lie the moment he passed through those doors. Francis had always been a quiet man, soft.. awkward. But he had passed you every day for years and never seemed to look at you twice. Until that night. Every night after he would leave little gifts for you. A bottle of milk.. a new magazine..

One time is was a rather nice record for your player at home. A flower from the park..nothing big. This went on for a few weeks, your anxieties calming. Noone in the building went missing..noone got hurt. Maybe he wasn't a doppelganger after all.

But one night after your ex husband accosted you outside of the apartment complex, landing a slap on your cheek that bloomed into a red mark that Francis saw on his way out, you knew..it was not the same man. Because the next morning when you came out to lock up after your overnight shift, there was a heart shaped box of chocolates with an envelope. The note inside read..

"Sweets for the sweet. And the offending fingers I give to you to keep."

When you peered into the envelope.. you saw the severed fingers of what you could assume your abusive ex.. smearing crimson all over as they still leaked blood. A scream stifles in your throat as you look up to the sound of Francis coming out of his apartment. He has an almost horrific, tender smile on his face..

"Oh! You got my gift.. I hope.. you enjoy it as much as I did.."