I think we were lucky that it was Hallowe'en.
At any other time of year, leaving a blood-splattered axe lying around is probably a good way to ensure a speedy response from your local police... but on October 31st, it's far more likely to be mistaken for costume.
But it wasn't a prop.
That was a real axe, covered in real blood.
My husband (who wasn't my husband, back then) had been chopping wood for our fire, when one of the logs jumped up and hit him in the face. A dramatic nosebleed ensued, he came inside dripping with blood, and I was far too busy worrying about him to give a second thought to the axe.
On his way in, he'd left it in the porch. The porch which the postman had to step inside to deliver our letters. And we didn't spot it until we headed out the next morning... after the post had arrived.
Yep, I'm pretty sure we'd have had the police round, if it hadn't been Hallowe'en.
The Hallowe'en cake I made that year, for my sugarcraft course