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The Chocolate Ice Cream Ghost
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Part I
Once upon a time, a 16 year old girl who loved chocolate ice cream lived in a 20th century small village. The village had an ice cream shop that was open 24 hours, 7 days a week...a little like magic.
The girl's name was Chocolaté and her surname De Ice Creame. She had a French echnity and you could see it in her large, but dull, dark brown eyes, olive skin tone and long, seemingly water painted black hair.
She was a very strange person. She never said a word to anyone else. She just stared....at everyone in the street. At the chocolate ice creams she bought every single day for her sickly little brother and desolate mother who suffered from an extreme mental brain injury.
Chocolaté never smiled. Neither did she ever laugh. Except when she saw the two chocolate ice cream cones the seller always handed her after she paid with the little money she had. And then she just laughed. She didn't smile.
She didn't buy much other food. And she never, ever bought ice cream for herself, much to the alarm and concern of the other villagers, who liked observing the small, everyday habits of their fellow townspeople.
Chocolaté rarely appeared on the streets other than to buy ice cream; very occasionally, to visit the library or walk her cat and, on Sundays, to enter church late and quietly.
There was always something odd about Miss De Ice Creame. Well, quite a few things odd about her. For instance; her facial skin was slightly yellow. Her teeth were, also. Her eyes were never bloodshot; but never focused.
Some gossipers whispered about her being a drug user; which she never was. She was not terribly thin and she had apparently had enough money (and sense) to wear a bra under her brown/black woollen dresses, glasses and shoes.
But she seldom bought a Bible to church, though, sometimes, her mother and little brother accompanied her. When she did, however, she underlined several verses in red.
And then, one stormy Monday evening, someone burst into the ice cream shop with a horrified expression and a traumatized cry.
"Someone has been murdered! Someone has been killed! Tonight! The police found the body...two bodies...actually...it's that chocolate girl's brother's and her mom's! And she's gone....she's missing! She's vanished completely into thin air!"
"Wait a minute...sit down, take a deep breath. Fetch Maya some sugar water, please. Does this girl, by any means, happen to be a killer? You know she's never been right in the head."
Maya's eyes lifted like a blood smeared blade dipped in fire up to the ice cream selling woman who had just calmly spoken, from her seat on a bench inside the shop. "No!" She spat unexpectedly. "Of course not....at least I hope not. I really do."
The ice cream seller's, (Andy's,) eyes drifted slowly to the window behind her. Maya's eyes widened, as if in supernatural realization, before she turned her head to see...
Chocolaté De Ice Cream was standing in front of the window, motionlessly, arms lifted up passively against the glass, staring at Andy with an expression of vague anger in her eyes; but almost as if she saw through the back of her head.
Then she did the thing they, least of all, ever dreamed of. She spoke.
"What does this mean?" She asked in the tone of a smart student reluctantly evaluating the purpose of a convoluted analytic algebraic equation.
"We...we thought that you were missing," Maya answered cautiously her eyes not for an instant leaving the quiet figure, whose face seemed to be slightly paler than normal and her eyes blacker.
"My soul is missing. My body is still here," she spoke calmly, as if absentminded, staring blankly ahead into a wall of nothingness. "I do not wish to demonstrate things above common people's understanding. So, I'll leave."
She turned and quickly and casually descended down the road and around the corner; hands in her dress' pockets.
Maya leaned back and exhaled in relief.
Andy shook her head, breathed out, rolled her eyes and then bowed her head back down again over counting money.
Part II
The following Tuesday - the next day -
the chocolate ice cream girl was nowhere to be seen. She didn't vanish like mist, she just suddenly turned the corner and disappeared from sight and sound.
Then, on Wednesday morning around 11 pm, she entered the ice cream shop to buy chocolatee ice cream again. But, for the first time, she bought three ice cream cones instead of two.
Andy's eyes lifted like a homicide victim's head from under a bed to see its what-is-suspected-to-be future first degree murderer. Then she cleared her throat nervously. "Might I ask why you...you buy THREE cones?" She asked, her voice nearly trembling.
Chocolaté did not even look at her. "My brother and mom are hungry. And so am I," she replied in a robotic monotone.
"But your family is dead!!" Andy cried out hysterically in amazement and astonishment. Once she said that, however, she would have done anything to take her words back. Oh, had she only thought before she spoke!
"You should have thought of that before you sold me the ice cream cones. I believe there is healing power in ice cream; especially the chocolate ones. That's why I always buy them, to keep dead souls from rotting through the power of my Holy Spirit...which I transport by underlining Bible verses with my blood."
Chocolaté's eyes seemed to be bursting out of her skull. She leaned forward as if to hiss in Andy's ear and grabbed her by it.
Andy's eyes turned gray in terror.
Then Chocolaté laughed unexpectedly. She let her go.
Andy could only stare at her.
But when she met the eyes of her years long most loyal chocolate ice cream customer; she was relieved into the dust of Heaven...that's how far her horror sank. She saw kindness in them. Her laugh was friendly; and nothing more.
(Dust of Heaven...not literally meant. It was only a manner of speaking.)
"It was only a joke. Relax! Me and Maya decided to play a prank on the town. She is my adopted elder sister. My family was never dead and I buy ice cream because I love it. And my family does too."
Then Andy swooned. Chocolaté was surprisingly quick to catch her; demonstrating unusual physical strength for her small build.
Out of astonishment? Or out of relief?
I guess we'll never know.
Xx,
© @elsastrauss7
A/N: (Author's Note): Let me know your thoughts, please!
Part I
Once upon a time, a 16 year old girl who loved chocolate ice cream lived in a 20th century small village. The village had an ice cream shop that was open 24 hours, 7 days a week...a little like magic.
The girl's name was Chocolaté and her surname De Ice Creame. She had a French echnity and you could see it in her large, but dull, dark brown eyes, olive skin tone and long, seemingly water painted black hair.
She was a very strange person. She never said a word to anyone else. She just stared....at everyone in the street. At the chocolate ice creams she bought every single day for her sickly little brother and desolate mother who suffered from an extreme mental brain injury.
Chocolaté never smiled. Neither did she ever laugh. Except when she saw the two chocolate ice cream cones the seller always handed her after she paid with the little money she had. And then she just laughed. She didn't smile.
She didn't buy much other food. And she never, ever bought ice cream for herself, much to the alarm and concern of the other villagers, who liked observing the small, everyday habits of their fellow townspeople.
Chocolaté rarely appeared on the streets other than to buy ice cream; very occasionally, to visit the library or walk her cat and, on Sundays, to enter church late and quietly.
There was always something odd about Miss De Ice Creame. Well, quite a few things odd about her. For instance; her facial skin was slightly yellow. Her teeth were, also. Her eyes were never bloodshot; but never focused.
Some gossipers whispered about her being a drug user; which she never was. She was not terribly thin and she had apparently had enough money (and sense) to wear a bra under her brown/black woollen dresses, glasses and shoes.
But she seldom bought a Bible to church, though, sometimes, her mother and little brother accompanied her. When she did, however, she underlined several verses in red.
And then, one stormy Monday evening, someone burst into the ice cream shop with a horrified expression and a traumatized cry.
"Someone has been murdered! Someone has been killed! Tonight! The police found the body...two bodies...actually...it's that chocolate girl's brother's and her mom's! And she's gone....she's missing! She's vanished completely into thin air!"
"Wait a minute...sit down, take a deep breath. Fetch Maya some sugar water, please. Does this girl, by any means, happen to be a killer? You know she's never been right in the head."
Maya's eyes lifted like a blood smeared blade dipped in fire up to the ice cream selling woman who had just calmly spoken, from her seat on a bench inside the shop. "No!" She spat unexpectedly. "Of course not....at least I hope not. I really do."
The ice cream seller's, (Andy's,) eyes drifted slowly to the window behind her. Maya's eyes widened, as if in supernatural realization, before she turned her head to see...
Chocolaté De Ice Cream was standing in front of the window, motionlessly, arms lifted up passively against the glass, staring at Andy with an expression of vague anger in her eyes; but almost as if she saw through the back of her head.
Then she did the thing they, least of all, ever dreamed of. She spoke.
"What does this mean?" She asked in the tone of a smart student reluctantly evaluating the purpose of a convoluted analytic algebraic equation.
"We...we thought that you were missing," Maya answered cautiously her eyes not for an instant leaving the quiet figure, whose face seemed to be slightly paler than normal and her eyes blacker.
"My soul is missing. My body is still here," she spoke calmly, as if absentminded, staring blankly ahead into a wall of nothingness. "I do not wish to demonstrate things above common people's understanding. So, I'll leave."
She turned and quickly and casually descended down the road and around the corner; hands in her dress' pockets.
Maya leaned back and exhaled in relief.
Andy shook her head, breathed out, rolled her eyes and then bowed her head back down again over counting money.
Part II
The following Tuesday - the next day -
the chocolate ice cream girl was nowhere to be seen. She didn't vanish like mist, she just suddenly turned the corner and disappeared from sight and sound.
Then, on Wednesday morning around 11 pm, she entered the ice cream shop to buy chocolatee ice cream again. But, for the first time, she bought three ice cream cones instead of two.
Andy's eyes lifted like a homicide victim's head from under a bed to see its what-is-suspected-to-be future first degree murderer. Then she cleared her throat nervously. "Might I ask why you...you buy THREE cones?" She asked, her voice nearly trembling.
Chocolaté did not even look at her. "My brother and mom are hungry. And so am I," she replied in a robotic monotone.
"But your family is dead!!" Andy cried out hysterically in amazement and astonishment. Once she said that, however, she would have done anything to take her words back. Oh, had she only thought before she spoke!
"You should have thought of that before you sold me the ice cream cones. I believe there is healing power in ice cream; especially the chocolate ones. That's why I always buy them, to keep dead souls from rotting through the power of my Holy Spirit...which I transport by underlining Bible verses with my blood."
Chocolaté's eyes seemed to be bursting out of her skull. She leaned forward as if to hiss in Andy's ear and grabbed her by it.
Andy's eyes turned gray in terror.
Then Chocolaté laughed unexpectedly. She let her go.
Andy could only stare at her.
But when she met the eyes of her years long most loyal chocolate ice cream customer; she was relieved into the dust of Heaven...that's how far her horror sank. She saw kindness in them. Her laugh was friendly; and nothing more.
(Dust of Heaven...not literally meant. It was only a manner of speaking.)
"It was only a joke. Relax! Me and Maya decided to play a prank on the town. She is my adopted elder sister. My family was never dead and I buy ice cream because I love it. And my family does too."
Then Andy swooned. Chocolaté was surprisingly quick to catch her; demonstrating unusual physical strength for her small build.
Out of astonishment? Or out of relief?
I guess we'll never know.
Xx,
© @elsastrauss7
A/N: (Author's Note): Let me know your thoughts, please!
