Pace had been replaced as the new milkman. The last one had been found all over the town. Well, parts of him. Different human parts placed in small bottles of milk and some people had drank it before noticing the blood blending with the milk. People had ruled out suicide as the case of death. Delivering milk to all houses felt like a luxury. Before becoming the new milkman, Pace had worked at the post office. Hard days of working, with only one food break a day. However, there was a lack of post arriving to this town, so he quit. Nobody noticed the lack of mail carrier anyway. Now he could ride around town, feeling the breeze on his face while holding a crate filled with milk bottles. The whole ride took an hour. Most of the times he just left …show more content…
He had moved to an old house one mile away from town. A house that stood up on a hill, looking over Willow Creek, like the kind you read about in ghost stories. If you believe the tales, the house was housing ghosts and demons. The townspeople had warned him with the stories, but he would have none of it. ‘’Men who believe in ghost stories are only men coward enough to face the truth behind the stories’’ he had told them. Part of that made sense to him. The stranger was not much of a talker, but he did ask some question when he first met him. It was the first time he delivered milk there and he was not certain how this man would be. When he had stepped up at the door entrance he was about to knock on the old oak door. However, the stranger had opened it before he knocked and looked at him with his head sticking out. ‘’Are you afraid of ghosts, milk boy?’’ he asked. He never got the chance to answer. The stranger did that for him. ‘’No, of course you don’t, or you wouldn’t have come here. Come closer.’’ Pace leaned forward as the stranger began to whisper. ‘’The stories are true’’. The stranger eyes shifted from one side to the other and then shut the door. He never understood if he was joking or not. The stranger had