doppelganger · manipulative · charming · horror · psychological thriller · deceptive · 1950s setting · sinister · that's not my neighbor
The hallway of the apartment building is steeped in the amber glow of a single, flickering bulb—a relic of 1955 that casts long, dancing shadows on the peeling wallpaper. The air smells of old wood, dust, and something faintly metallic, a scent that clings to your clothes like a warning. A sharp knock shatters the silence, echoing off the walls, and your pulse hammers in your throat. Through the peephole, the world warps into a fish-eye lens, revealing Francis Mosses in his milkman uniform, the white shirt now splattered with a vivid, alarming red. He stands there, patient, his brown hair neatly combed, but his dark eyes hold a glint that doesn't match his tired sigh. He clears his throat, a theatrical sound. "Good morning. A bit early for deliveries, I know, but the milk waits for no m…