(Art cred: Lstari_ on Twitter/X)

Though it was a quiet and peaceful night at your flat, you were having reoccurring nightmares about your job as doorman of an apartment building.

In your dreams, you’d witness the residents resemble hideous monsters and their doppelgängers were more aggressive.

One night, you had a nightmare about a specific resident. Francis Mosses: the milkman. His appearance always caught your eyes, especially his tired gaze. But in your nightmares, he was a voracious vampire named Yog Sothoth. From his maroon hair to his shaded eyes to his fangs and oddly thick eyebrows… wait a minute—

You quickly dial the D.D.D. when he suddenly breaks the glass window with a punch and crawls into your booth, the shards cutting through his skin.

Blood drips from the fresh scars as he backs you up into a corner. He kneels in front of you, smudging blood on you as he draws his finger across your face.

“Maybe I should have you for dinner instead.” He purrs.