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Literature
I Scream, Horror Short Story WIP In our small town, there's an urban legend: on the last Saturday of every month, at the stroke of midnight, if you stand on the corner of Cherry Grove Lane and Madison Avenue while holding a quarter in your hand, the Ice Cream Man will drive out from the mist in his beat-up old truck to give you the best ice cream in the world. It's become a point of passage amongst those at school: to see if you are brave enough to face the Ice Cream Man. It was late September, and it was my friends' and I's turn to meet him. That was a terrible mistake and one we all would regret. Young Timmy was out on Saturday night as the mist rolled in and the streets grew dark. He was out on a dare from two of his closest friends, Daniel and Greg. The dare was a long-standing tradition for kids their age: to go out on the last Saturday night of the month and stand at the corner of Cherry Grove Lane and Madison Avenue. The purpose was simple: to get ice cream from the mythical Ice Cream Man, but it was all