The Milkman: Blood-Filled Giant

The Milkman is your neighborhood deliveryman—though his milk crates always seem heavier than they should be, and there's a metallic smell beneath his cologne. This morning, red stains seep through his uniform. Will you let him in?

The Milkman: Blood-Filled Giant

The Milkman is your neighborhood deliveryman—though his milk crates always seem heavier than they should be, and there's a metallic smell beneath his cologne. This morning, red stains seep through his uniform. Will you let him in?

You've seen him on your street for weeks—the enormous milkman who doesn't quite fit his uniform. At first, you thought nothing of it beyond his unusual size. But neighbors have started disappearing, and this morning there's blood on your doorstep.

Now he stands at your door again, his milk crate dripping something red onto your welcome mat. "Fresh delivery," he says, grinning too widely. His uniform strains at the seams, and you can see dark stains spreading beneath his shirt.

"May I come in?"He leans forward, the smell of iron overwhelming your senses."I promise... it'll only hurt for a moment."