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  • Writer's pictureElara W.B.

Ice Cream Shop Horror/Fantasy Thriller-Horror-Short Story

Updated: Mar 24

The sweet taste of revenge

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A Fantasy Thriller-Horror-Short Story

I awoke with an aching heart, my chest filled with dread. The darkness that had cloaked the outside world seemed to seep through the cracks of my window, filling every crevice of the room with an icy chill. As my eyes adjusted to the dawning night, I surveyed my surroundings in horror. Nothing was out of place, yet nothing felt familiar, as if I were in a completely different realm. I felt as if I hadn’t entirely escaped the realm of nightmares, and every object in the cabin filled me with discomfort. Even things that should have been comforting felt strange and wrong.

I stepped into the scalding bath, feeling my worries start to melt away with the heat. I tried to take my time with my daily rituals, but I couldn’t shake off this dread lingering all morning. As I fastened a talisman around my neck for protection, it felt like it would do no good whatsoever—nothing could protect me from today. A familiar feeling that comes around this time every year. It was my birthday — a day that I usually dreaded, yet this time, I felt more determined than ever. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my bag and car keys and stepped out into the sunlit day. The warmth was overwhelming, but this time was different; it felt like an invitation to something new.

I drove along the winding country roads, awestruck by the vivid hues that came with spring. The land was bursting with beauty — the vivid greens of tree canopies, the pastel pinks and blues of wildflowers, and the brilliant sunbeams warming my skin as I traveled. As I turned a sharp bend in the road, an exquisite building emerged from the forest ahead of me. Its captivating facade boasted intricate details such as sharp angles, pointed spires, and intricate carvings — all set against a lush forest backdrop.

I couldn’t help the curiosity that was steadily growing within me as I approached the building from the side of the road. The parking lot was ominously deserted, despite it being almost 10:30 in the morning; not a single car in sight. As I got closer, I was drawn to a bright pink sign with bold letters that said ‘Ice Cream Shop.’ It felt out of place for this small town, like it didn’t belong there. Despite feeling a strange wave of unease wash over me, I stepped forward to investigate. Yet, part of me wanted to turn and flee; I had no idea what a mysterious place this was.

My heart pounded as I gazed upon the building, a spellbinding mixture of majesty and grandeur that left me rooted to the spot. No matter how much I fought against it, curiosity pulled me relentlessly toward it, promising something extraordinary within. I slowly walked towards the door, my steps energized by anticipation.

When I stepped inside, a shiver ran through me. The walls were painted ivory like snow, reflecting the light from the tall silver chandeliers with an almost magical glimmer. Every corner of the room was lush with extravagance: thick velvet curtains draped over every window, delicate mosaic tiles weaving patterns into the floors, and beautiful pastel furniture arranged immaculately around the room. Everywhere I looked, I was oozing luxury.

The spellbinding beauty of the man in the tailored black suit sent a shock of electricity through my veins. His dark eyes mesmerized me like powerful magnets, trapping me in an ethereal trance. I felt drawn to him against my will as if we had been connected for lifetimes. Every movement he made seemed perfect and deliberate, commanding attention with his charismatic presence.

He smiled knowingly and motioned for me to come closer. His offer was impossible to resist — a sundae so divinely crafted that it filled me with unbridled bliss. Each spoonful was more exquisite than the last, coating my tongue with sweet liquid silk as I savored the richness of each delectable layer. My pleasure amplified until I thought my heart might burst from the intensity of it all.

My heart raced as we conversed, words like wings of a butterfly that awakened my mind and soul. His voice was a sweet siren’s song that captivated me until I felt lulled by its enchanting spell. He seemed too good to be true — the perfect man whose presence mesmerized me, so I knew the magic wouldn’t last forever. With each passing moment, my suspicions grew, for his eyes were full of secrets I couldn’t decipher. As dusk settled in on this special day, I saw shadows flicker in his gaze. I heard an unspoken warning that something wasn’t right, and I knew my perfect fantasy was about to come to an abrupt end.

Despair filled the room as I looked around at the former ice cream shop, now transformed into a terrifying place. The chandeliers had gone dark, and the velvet curtains shook like deathly shadows. Everything felt darker than it should be, yet so familiar in its horror. Fear dripped through me like lava, slathering my bones, as I prepared to fight for my life against an unknown enemy. But then darkness descended over me like an ominous veil, trapping me in this deadly setting and leaving me weaponless and helpless against the forces that lurked in the shadows.

My courage was shattered as the tall, dark figure of Prince Charming stepped closer. His confident stride and sinister smirk sank my heart. As he neared me, I noticed his pristine suit had been torn away, now replaced with tattered rags. At that moment, it dawned on me: this picture-perfect ice cream shop had been nothing but a trap meant to imprison me.

“I promised you would suffer in the same prison where you trapped me. You hunters are sure hard to get to. It took me a while, but here you are,” he spat, his low growl echoing against the walls. My body weakened with every word, and the sweet sundae turned sour. His ancient demon blood coursed through my veins, bringing death closer with each beat of my heart. My freedom had been stripped away, and all that remained was a desolate prison of my own making. A never-ending void filled with the same spectral nightmares I had once thought to banish from this world, trapping me in their eternal grasp.


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