In the dead of night, I called for pizza. When the pizza came, I opened the door and the pizza toppings were in neat little rows across the delivery guy's face. There was an awful lot of blood on the ground.

This is from a Chambers post i saw years ago and ive been thinking about it a lot lately. I dont have the man's name nor do i know what sub it was posted on (i dont even know if it was posted on r/r/TwoSentenceHorror, although i think it may have been) but i did remember the lines word for word. I post it here as a tribute to that man. it hasnt left my mind in years. And you'll never see this, but thanks.<br><br>Edit: I apologize for the confusing title, I don't speak Portuguese