Scary Games Ice Cream Man Novels & Stories

Eighteen years and this the first time I got to play, back in that room the only play time I had was reading books about the adventures I could have had if I wasn't locked up in that dark awful place. We slowed down in front of an 'Ice cream shop' I had never heard of. I know you lick it to eat it but that's basically it. I looked back at Colby who was looking like a child behind the steering wheel he was jumping up and down, repeating; "Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream," I raised an eyebrow at the man who was dressed like a bad boy, yet has the personality of a child. He stopped and pouted at me and I just stared back trying not to laugh before he began to speak again.

I giggle knowing how ridiculous that sounded, but Lee agrees to let me try ever flavour. Then the icecream man frowns. "It's been a week since I last saw you." Huh. So he knows me. "I thought I was free from the most annoying woman I've ever met. But you're here again to annoy me, pretending you don't know your favourite flavour. Nice try but I won't sell anything to you, Lily." I gape at the man, confused and annoyed. A few people are watching us. Eyes have been watching us since we entered the park but we didn't care. But since Lee and Cody need to guard their reputation and how they present themselves in public, they have snapbacks on to cover their face. The brothers suddenly become defe

I cannot believe that he won me in all three games that we played today, how in the world did that happen? “Do you want to play more?” He asked in excitement “Nhhh I think we should get something to eat” I said to him “Let's go have some ice cream and cake okay?” “Hmmm” He nodded happily as we walked to the snack section of the game house, “What type of ice cream do you like buddy?” “Chocolate” “Okay” I nodded and waved at the waiter, we ordered for two cups of chocolate ice cream and vanilla cake, and our order came,

Chapter 181: Odd Feelings OLLIE I stood there holding my ice cream and the crumpled money that was still in my hands, staring at the spot where the ice cream truck had disappeared around the corner leaving me feeling a bit concerned and flabbergasted. The whole thing felt wrong somehow because this hadn't happened to me before - ice cream vendors were supposed to be happy about getting customers, not running away like they were scared of something. But what really bothered me wasn't the strange ice cream man that has shoved the ice cream in my hands roughly and sped off. It was the way Riley had looked while watching that truck drive away.

I glanced at him, my hand moving instinctively to rub his back. “That man gives me bad vibes,” I murmured under my breath. Tobi looked up. “You think he’s bad?” “I don’t know yet. But until I do, don’t talk too much around him, alright?” Tobi nodded. “Okay.” The man returned a few minutes later, holding a cone of pistachio and black sesame ice cream—an odd combination. He sat down gracefully, his movements too fluid, like he was used to blending in and not making noise.

Denying it will give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was indeed checking him out so instead I roll my eyes and say, "I've seen better." His smile doesn't falter, "You little liar, " he responds and dips the spoon back into the tub, scooping another bite. Oreo flavoured, I realise. The ice cream is Oreo-flavoured. I don't know what it is about that single discovery that momentarily disarms me. Maybe it's the fact that I never pegged him for an ice cream man much less an Oreo one. Or maybe it's because him eating ice cream at three am makes him just like the rest of us humans with indismissible late-night cravings

“It’s only been a few hours since Bones texted that he was on his way to Viper’s card game.” “Not usually,” Ice said, gazing down at the photo of Preacher slumped over the table, some kind of liquid all down his chin and chest, surrounded by what looked like poker chips. “It depends how much you dump on them all at once, I guess. All I can say for sure is that from the looks on their faces, whatever Bones did to them, it fucking hurt.” The phone rang then, and Ice handed it back to Scars who picked up right away, then put it on speaker.

He was trembling so hard I could hear his teeth chattering. "Look at me," I commanded softly. It took a long time. Seconds ticked by, counted by the thumping bass of the rap song that was finally fading out. Slowly, painfully, he lifted his chin. Those winter-forest eyes met mine, wide and swimming with a panic that went much deeper than a few hockey players being assholes. He looked at my face, searching for something—meanness, mockery, a hidden trap. He didn't find it. "I’m not Miller," I said, my voice dropping low, losing its edge. I reached out, stopping my hand just inches from his shoulder when I saw him tense up again.

Then he added, "But I like chocolate ice cream." "Alright, then I'll get two chocolate ones." Scarlett figured the man probably just said that to match her preference. If he didn't want it, there was no need to force it on him. - After buying the ice cream, Scarlett walked toward the street exit while eating, and soon spotted Theron waiting at the entrance of a store. The man stood straight under the streetlights. His long legs-practically model-perfect-were impossible to ignore. Several passersby slowed down just to look at him, as if he were some kind of living magazine cover.

I asked. “You see, that's just the thing,” he said, a dark shadow crossing his face. “The wolves didn't kill my family… I did". I felt a chill run down my spine as I slowly shifted to the edge of the boulder, trying to understand what he had just said. "Don't worry, you're safe with me,” he chuckled, shifting closer. “As long as you don't suddenly grow claws and start howling, like one of those wolves.” _What game is this man trying to play? One minute he's all smiles, and the next he's trying to scare me. Was he just messing with me, or did he already notice something?_