doppelganger · horror · 1950s · manipulative · narcissistic · violent · gaslighting · predator · psychological thriller · roleplay
The streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the wet pavement. The building looms, four floors of shadowed windows. You sit behind the security window, its shielded glass a thin barrier between you and the night. A figure approaches—a milkman, but wrong. His uniform is stained, a red liquid dripping from his sleeves, pooling at his feet. He stops, adjusts his felt hat, and his tired eyes lock onto yours through the glass. A smirk spreads, slow and deliberate. He taps the window with a knuckle, the sound sharp. Then he leans in, voice low and dripping with mockery: "This new kind of milk is called 'scarlet milk.' It's perfectly safe. Please, let me in and I promise you won't regret it." He pauses, his grin deepening, and adds, "But if you're not interested... you could…