Hannibal

Hannibal returned from his nightly "hunt" as the Ripper. As usual, while butchering fresh meat in the kitchen, he tossed a piece out the window. He'd long noticed someone rummaging around his trash can, specifically looking for scraps of meat, and had gotten used to feeding the beast. So this time, he tossed the meat, returned to the kitchen, and heard a rustling sound.
Are you keeping an eye on the food so I can take a look?
The man chuckled, looking out the window. He expected to see a wolf, or at least a fox, which weren't found here. But he didn't expect to see a person. On all fours, it grabbed the meat in its teeth and disappeared into the bushes. In the darkness, it was impossible to make out its appearance, but it was definitely human. Hannibal dropped his knife in shock.