The Letter
One day, on her way to the institute, Jean accidently bumped into a young blind man wearing smoky glasses and was holding a white cane in one hand and a letter in another. When they hit each other, he dropped the cane and the letter. "Oh, I'm sorry," The man said as he bended down trying to find what he dropped.
"Sorry," Jean said nicely as she picked up the cane and letter and gave them to him. As she did, she noticed the address on the envelope. "Hey, are you delivering that letter by foot?" She asked.
"Yes," He answered. "Why?"
"Well, that address is near where I live, I could deliver it for you." Jean offered.
"Thank you," The man said as he handed the letter to her. "That's very kind of you."
"No problem," Jean told him as she began to walk away. She then turned back to the man to see if there was anything else he needed, however, she saw him running away without his cane or smoky glasses.
Jean looked at the letter, something about this didn't seem right. She decided it would be smarter if she read his mind.
What a nice girl He thought, I almost feel sorry for her.
Jean's eyes widened as she looked at the letter again. Now she was sure something was wrong. There was no way she was going to deliver that letter. In suspicion, Jean went to the police imminently who raided the address that was on the envelope.
"Oh my God," Jean muttered when they saw what was in the house. There was heaps of human flesh and organs for sale.
What did the letter say you ask? "This is the last one I'm sending you today."