Creepy Stories

Ice cream

Warning there is mentions of kidnapping

I was playing at the park, my parents made in the back yard.
As I was Playing my sister came out with my brother.

I never liked them they always picked on me for being lesbian.
I then heard a Ice cream truck.

I never trusted Ice cream trucks when my siblings heard it they ran inside.
When they came back out they ran over to the ice cream truck.

I was going to go inside, that was until I heard a scream, I turned around to see a clown, coming from the ice cream truck.
Pulling my siblings inside I didn't know what to do.

I ran over and pulled out the key I always kept with me, it was from my father before he passed away.

I ran up to the clown and stabbed the clown with the key. It didn't kill or make the clown bleed but enough to make the clown let go of them.

"Run" I yelled they did so I ran too.
We ran over to our mother telling her everything, she called the police.
But the clown got away before the police got hear.

We moved after that and Ever since that day my siblings didn't tease or pick on me, and they never went near Ice cream trucks again.

You never know what will happen.
I know the clown could still be out there waiting for the right time to strike again.

Others may say I'm being dramatic, but I know what would happen if the clown striked again.

                                      

This story is realistic if you ask me.
And that's why you never go near Ice cream trucks kids.
Honestly I hope I make you never eat ice cream again. So please show it to people who would never eat ice cream again after reading this (unless they are children or splendor)