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“Light as a feather. Stiff as a board,” they all chanted. Each girl held two fingers under Natalie’s body. It was late and her parents let her have the slumber party while they were away.

“Light as a feather. Stiff as a board.”

“Guys. She is moving.”

Opening their eyes and shrieking, the teenage girl’s body thudded on the floor. Natalie lay on her back trembling with wide eyes staring at her friends.

“We shouldn’t be messing with this stuff,” she whispered.

Just earlier they had performed a summoning ritual for a Demon Goddess. Nothing had happened but none of this was REAL then.

The realization and horror hit the teen group as the door to Natalie’s bedroom creaked open.

Harry C. Browne’s crackled voice tinkled and popped from everywhere that old ice cream truck tune.

Natalie’s brothers Lego ice cream truck rolled into view. They stared at it paralyzed as the little plastic wheels began to spin in place very fast scorching the hard wood and puffing out bits of smoke.

“…At eating melon I can put a pig to shame. For Watermelon am my middle name…” The song raced faster with the tiny truck’s wheels.

Suddenly the lights cut out and that old Ice Cream Man jingle played long after their screams had ceased.

LEGO Ice Cream van

LEGO Ice Cream van


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May 18th, 2015

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