Prose

Mr. Softee's Killer Ice Cream

written by: liavioleta

The lights went out. The night became darker. Boredom sets in. What's that I hear? Why, is the ice cream truck at 9 at night! A bell announced its coming. No bell was heard like this before. It was a deep dark macabre sounding bell. It seems to be announcing in a doom and somber way its happy cheerful treat.

Go out since there's nothing to do. Get some ice cream, that'll do! A weird looking ice cream truck this is. White wasn't its apparel. Deep blood red was the color of its sign, it said: "Come get it! You won't regret it!" An old scratchy recording repeated the slogan. The tires were deflated and as it went by dust left behind. As we approached this horrific wonderful ice cream truck, an attracting stank emerge from its broken window.

"Would you care to see what I keep underneath?" Said the man that pop out of the window with an apparel that would suggest that he came out from a 50s diner. Never mind his clothing. Underneath said he? Underneath what? That is my curiosity.

"Jump in, do not fear. I have ice cream for you, you hear!" Our curiosity was stronger than fear. Without thinking twice, not even once, we jumped in to see what we would care to eat. The 50s man opened the horizontal fridge full of ice cream. A finger, two fingers, a foot started to emerge. A rotting corpse he kept there. Well that's what's underneath! Underneath the ice cream is a gooey delicious corpse. Should we have some or should we run away and return never more? I say let's have some ice cream and then run away, that way we won't miss a thing from this enjoyable creepy night. We tasted the ice cream, it was like no other. You would think it's bad since it has a rather yucky odor. Like cheese this turned out to be, the smellier the better it is! Run! Run fast. I'm really trying but I can't. Could it be? Could it be that the delicious ice cream betrayed us and poisoned us so we wouldn't be free?

We thought correctly. Toward us like out of a black hole came he in his truck of ice cream. As he approached, the moon and the stars helped the night become darker. "Can't you see that you are the primary ingredient for my perfect ice cream? It was pretty obvious, don't you think?"

That was the last I heard because my body began to swell, for it was the blood trying to find a way, an escape, be free from the jail: my body. The nose, the ears, the eyes, every orifice that it could find was an excellent exit and it would leave me behind. "Ah yes... red syrup. A favorite among children, although I've noticed they're favoring the brown one. Don't worry, I'll find it too."

I feel light, weightless and cold. All of the sudden I saw light. It has been so much time in the dark. I heard children laughing, cheering and enjoying life. Could this be heaven? A voice I hear: "Come get it! You won't regret it!"