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the familiar ice cream truck song echoed through the neighbourhood
hey isn't that the ice cream truck song?
i haven't heard it in years!
i look at the clock
2am? i didn't notice it got so late
well i am feeling a bit hungry
i grab my purse from the counter and
my coat from the coat hanger and leave the house
the ice cream truck wasn't there
huh? i wonder where it went
thats when the song came back on
ah great! its coming from over there
i start walking towards the noise
there was a group of people
huddled over a campfire holding sticks in there hand
i noticed the ice cream truck parked next to them
maybe theyre taking a break? i thought
hey excuse me-
thats when i noticed
the sticks in their hands didnt have marshmallows, it was bloody organs
there was a bloody cooler next to them filled with body parts and
a dead body laying on the grass with its torso hollowed
i couldn't help but let out a scream and run to my house
i quickly locked the door and put my hand over my mouth
knock knock i heard coming from my door