Ice Cream

I am now 22 and a mom of a little 6 year old. I will tell you the story of my late sister Becky who died at the age of 6. I was 16 laying in my room. I was texting my boyfriend, who worked at the ice cream truck called Frosty's Choice. I heard the ice cream truck song and smiled. I looked outside and saw the truck, but it wasn't Brad's truck, it was a different one. One I had never seen before. I walked outside and looked at my phone it was mid-night what person in their right mind would be selling ice cream this late at night.

I walked over to the truck as my little sister ran out the house screaming "Ice Cream Sissy! Get me some Ice Cream please Lidia?" I laughed at her and looked up at the ice cream man. He had a creepy smile but other than that he looked pretty normal I handed him a dollar and asked for 2 ice cream cookies. 

This happened every night for the next week. I heard the song a few weeks after he stopped coming and I watched as my little sister climbed out of bed from beside me and walked down the stairs. I followed her yelling out to her. "Becky! Stop Becky!" She started to run. The song got louder and louder. I was trying to catch her, but damn she is fast.

I ran around the corner and she wasn't there the only thing sitting there was a ice cream cookie. with a note attached. "Thank you for my new play toy." I went to the police. I waited 2 years for her safe return. They found her in a dumpster cut open with ice cream packages stuffed into her insides. It was a close casket funeral.

My little girl Becky is my whole world, I named her after the sister I lost. I don't allow Becky to get ice cream from any truck at all. Which surprises me when one night I hear that same ice cream song outside my house. I see my little girl run out the door a dollar in her hand.

I run out the house in time to see my daughter take a bite of the cookie. She makes a weird face and pulls from her mouth a blue locket on a gold chain that says Sister out of her mouth and a clump of burgundy hair that used to be my sisters. I scream and run to her I make her spit the cookie out and throw it in the trash she is crying and so am I.

He made my sister into a cookie, who knows how many other little girls he has made into his cookies. I remember the first time I ate a cookie of his and pulled out a piece of red hair thinking it was hair that got in there by mistake. I call the police and give them his license plate. 

They find him 2 years later. He was nicknamed Ice Cream Cannibal, because he left ice cream when he kidnapped little girls. Then he would make ice cream with pieces of the girl he kidnapped and leave her torn open in the same garbage disposal.