I always thought that the ice cream truck that passed in front of my house had some kind of bad vibe. The one time I saw the ice cream man in front of me I was so impressed that I never had any intention of buying ice cream again. Maybe he doesn't like adults and just caters better to infants. I don't know.
Worst case scenario now I think I hear his awful tune at night too. His music instead of having a happy tune seems more like a funeral tune.
What's going on?
I don't think I have much desire to go out and find out why the ice cream cart is now passing in front of my house at midnight.
Curiosity overcomes the fear of going out at midnight. But today I will find out this mystery.
It's midnight, I leave my house, and I leave the door ajar, in case I have to run back. I go with great stealth following the funereal tune of the ice cream truck. The hairs on my arms stand on end as I approach the truck. It's strange the gloomy atmosphere that envelops this whole space.
There he is, the ice cream man. He's scooping some of the cream from the ice cream to serve it into a tub, but there's no one buying ice cream. Suddenly he turns around and can see me. His face is horrible.He comes to me...
His eyes shine as if throwing darts at me, and his teeth are peeking out from his lips and becoming sharp. They are fangs. I'm paralyzed, I can't run.
And he immediately digs his sharp fangs into my neck, while I am frozen with fear. I feel the warm fluid of my body running down my neck, draining, and then I can only hear the funereal tune of the ice cream truck.