Beware the Ice Cream Man

Some say the Ice Cream Man is a creep, some say he's just doing his job. <br><br>For as long as either of us can remember, my sister has believed the former. I think she has a good point.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>I don't know where the Ice Cream Man came from, but from what I heard from neighborhood legend, he's been around since the 90s. He shows up late in the afternoon most days, with the exception of when it rains. Why he doesn't do his job in the rain, I have no clue, but the guy is consistent. <br><br>He's your average ice cream man, except I don't really remember him ever actually selling anything. He just kinda drives around on autopilot blasting children's music and smiling. Creepy as hell. <br><br>I was about 11 years old at the time. My sister was close to turning 16. She hated the Ice Cream Man. Whenever she'd hear his jingle echoing down the street, she'd close all the blinds and curtains in the house and tell me not to leave. I remember asking her what was wrong with the guy and why she was so afraid of him, to which she told me, "Some things you just know aren't right, and the Ice Cream Man is one of them." <br><br>I remember thinking, "Well, duh! Of *course* he's creepy, he's the goddamn ice cream man! Jeez, sis." But I still heeded her warnings. <br><br>One day I was out in the front yard playing soccer with some of the other kids in the neighborhood. It was a beautiful day, maybe in the mid 70s, with clear blue skies and only a few light, wispy clouds that looked like they were painted on by some old oil painter who'd just given up. <br><br>At first, I didn't notice when the Ice Cream Man showed up. I was busy running up and down the other side of the street trying to get the goddamn ball away from this fat little bitch who thought he was Joga Bonito or something. <br><br>It wasn't until I heard half the kids start screaming and crying that I knew he'd arrived. I ran over to see what was going on, and when I saw the Ice Cream Man standing there, proceeding to hand out free ice cream to all the kids, I too started screaming. <br><br>"You motherfucker!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" <br><br>The neighborhood parents started rushing out of their houses to see what was happening and when they saw the scene unfolding before them, most of them too started screaming. <br><br>The Ice Cream Man looked at us all, took a deep sigh, and half muttered under his breath, "Well, I guess that didn't work out."<br><br>He then proceeded to pull out what looked like a shotgun from under his ice cream stand, opened fire, and killed everyone in the street that day. <br><br>The Ice Cream Man has never been found, half the neighborhood is dead, and life is definitely not like it was before.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>EDIT: Alright, well then, this kinda blew up. For those of you that liked this story, I have quite a few more in my backlog that I'll be posting over the next few weeks. I'd love it if you subscribed and checked them out! <br><br>For those of you who hated this story, well... thanks for making fun of me I guess. Hopefully the next story I post will be more to your liking. <br><br>-PeriwinklePuppies, at your service.