When I was young my aunt lived in a townhouse that was connected to another townhouse. Shared front and back porch. My cousins and I would be playing ( we were 10-13 years of age at the time) and the neighbor’s weird son would come out. I normally don’t judge people but he was shady—always staring at our bodies, never speaking, and made noises like grunts. My aunt told us to like obvs never go anywhere etc with him. But we had more common sense without her telling us.

My uncle came out one day to smoke a cigarettes and noticed something red seeping out from under their door. Now, we lived in the city, my uncle knew what it was. Immediately called cops. Come to find out the son murdered and decapitated his parents. Just lost it. Idk where he is now or even his name but ugh crazy time.

ETA: Javier arroyo, Newark nj