Another writing prompt from Reddit. This is actually an idea for a story I plan to write sometime in the future when I’m done with the Almost Night trilogy.
Childhood thrill rushed through me when I heard the familiar tune of the ice cream truck. My head turned in the direction of the sound, and I saw it driving down the street. I imagined the cold cream and chocolate hitting my tongue as I watched it approach. It had been so long since I’d ordered from the ice cream truck. In fact, this was the first time it has come down this road and I’ve lived here years.
My neighbor, Ted, brought his two kids out. They cheered as they rushed to the curb. “I couldn’t believe it when I heard it. They’ve never been so excited.”
I nodded. “Same here, man. Have you ever seen it pass this street?”
Ted shook his head.
“Yeah, me neither.”
“Honestly, I was beginning to wonder if they even existed anymore.”
“Your wife didn’t want any ice cream?”
Ted shook his head. “She’s lactose intolerant.”
“Oh, that’s right.” I nodded to myself as I recalled her telling me. Hot woman, I’d almost hit on her before I found out about Ted. Man, that would’ve been awkward.
As we waited, I thought about calling one of my roommates out. Nah, if they didn’t hear it, that’s their issue.
Tinted windows prevented us from seeing the driver as he slowed to a halt at our curb. We waited for several long seconds. Which started to turn to minutes. He didn’t open the side window like he was supposed to. I turned to Ted. “Dude, is he ever gonna serve us?”
As the words left my mouth, the side window slid aside slowly. I’d expected to see a man standing in the interior of a truck. Instead, it was pitch black. It wasn’t just a dark truck, it just appeared to be an abyss. As I stared curiously at the abyss, high pitched screams sounded behind me. Before I could turn to check on Ted’s kids, something cold gripped me. Laughter and screams sounded in my ears as my body felt weightless. My own screams rang in my ears as immense pain ripped through my entire body. Fear gripped me and blackness enveloped my vision.
Dave walked past the empty room in their house. Suddenly, it puzzled him and he made his way to the living room where Steve smoked. “Hey, why don’t we rent out this extra room?”
Steve exhaled smoke and shrugged. “Not sure. Have we ever?”
Dave shook his head. “It’s always been the three of us, and Glen is at work.”
“That’s strange.” Steve scratched his head. “I’ll put an ad in tomorrow.”
Susan invited me over for coffee. As we approached her house, I gulped. “Um, you’re not married, are you?”
Susan chuckled. “No, everybody asks me that, but I just live in a large house.”
As we entered, I realized the house wasn’t just large. It was barren. There were rooms with nothing in them. Photos of Susan hung on the walls like family photos. Except, she was by herself. Narcissist? She didn’t seem the type.
“How do you like your coffee?”
I watched her ass as she went into the kitchen. “Black, thanks. So you live here alone?”
“For seven years.”
“Never got lonely?”
“I don’t remember ever being lonely.” The coffee machine made its noise and she came back with two cups of coffee. She gave one to me and sipped one herself.
3 thoughts on “Ice Cream Horror”
The ice cream truck is fantastic.
But I struggled to link the last two segments with the initial story.
It was the first person’s roommates and the neighbor’s wife. The horror inside the ice cream truck erases you from time, so it was like those never had a fourth roommate and the woman never got married.
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Ok, cool, multiple angles, nice ☺