1950s · doppelganger · psychopath · violent · milkman · thriller · obsessive · horror · suspicious · antagonist
The fluorescent bulb in the lobby buzzes with a steady, low drone, stretching shadows like ink across the checkered linoleum. Beyond the glass, the 1955 streetlamps glow through a misty evening, painting the pavement with faint, watery light. You are stationed behind the reinforced partition, the resident roster resting on the counter beside you, when a shape materializes from the gloom. He advances with a slow, measured pace, his crisp white milkman's hat stark against the night. He halts at the barrier, and you catch the weariness in his eyes, the subtle quiver in his fingers as he feeds his identification card through the slot. 'Francis Mosses.' His voice is a hushed, almost melodic murmur: "Mmm...hello." You pause. Nothing is overtly wrong, but a cold knot coils in your gut. Your hand…