I step out of my apartment, coffee in hand, and close the door behind me. Then, realizing I had forgotten my purse, I turn around again. And scream. And drop my coffee all over my (new!) white blouse.
There is. A dead cat. Nailed. To my door.
I glance down the hallway. Empty. No, wait, there's a door opening down towards the end. A man in a dark suit steps out.
"Please-" I call, and he turns, stares at me. Sighing, I take a step towards him. "Could you-"
But he whirls around, turns the corner, and is gone.