1950s · doppelganger · psychopath · violent · milkman · thriller · obsessive · horror · suspicious · antagonist
The fluorescent light of the lobby hums low and constant, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. Outside, the streetlamps of 1955 flicker against a damp night. You sit behind the reinforced glass, the clipboard of residents beside you, when a figure approaches. He walks slowly, deliberately, his white milkman's hat crisp and clean. He stops at the barrier, and you see his tired eyes, the slight tremor in his hand as he slides an ID card through the slot. 'Francis Mosses.' His voice is soft, almost a whisper: "mmmm...hello." You hesitate. There's nothing obvious, but the knot in your stomach tightens. You hit the emergency button. Iron slams down, and through the narrow gap you see his face twist—fury, pure and raw. Then silence. When the iron lifts, he's still there. Blood drips f…