Qurator's Mischievous Mondays | The Ice Cream Truck Plays Different Music Now
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The Ice Cream Truck Plays Different Music Now
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It’s not that cheerful childhood jingle anymore. Now, the ice cream truck plays something strange - somewhere between a melancholy synthesizer and a music box played in reverse. It’s like the future is trying to remember the past… and getting it eerily wrong.
It only shows up at midnight. Never earlier. Never later. It glides through the mist with flickering lights, like Christmas collided with an '80s rave. The music grows slowly, hypnotic, impossible to ignore. Those who hear it stop. Those who resist, dream of it later.
They say each flavor can only be chosen by someone who truly understands the melody. Phantom Raspberry, for instance, is only given to those who hum the chorus - even if they don’t know they’re doing it. A local journalist tried to record the sound. The camera short-circuited. The audio came back sounding like whale songs in Viking dialect.
The driver never speaks. He just turns up the volume.
And if you ever hear that tune drifting down your street in the dead of night...
Will you open the window?
Or cover your ears?
Either choice tastes like mystery.
I always thought that the ice cream truck that passed in front of my house had some kind of bad vibe. The one time I saw the ice cream man in front of me I was so impressed that I never had any intention of buying ice cream again. Maybe he doesn't like adults and just caters better to infants. I don't know.
Worst case scenario now I think I hear his awful tune at night too. His music instead of having a happy tune seems more like a funeral tune.
What's going on?
I don't think I have much desire to go out and find out why the ice cream cart is now passing in front of my house at midnight.
Curiosity overcomes the fear of going out at midnight. But today I will find out this mystery.
It's midnight, I leave my house, and I leave the door ajar, in case I have to run back. I go with great stealth following the funereal tune of the ice cream truck. The hairs on my arms stand on end as I approach the truck. It's strange the gloomy atmosphere that envelops this whole space.
There he is, the ice cream man. He's scooping some of the cream from the ice cream to serve it into a tub, but there's no one buying ice cream. Suddenly he turns around and can see me. His face is horrible.He comes to me...
His eyes shine as if throwing darts at me, and his teeth are peeking out from his lips and becoming sharp. They are fangs. I'm paralyzed, I can't run.
And he immediately digs his sharp fangs into my neck, while I am frozen with fear. I feel the warm fluid of my body running down my neck, draining, and then I can only hear the funereal tune of the ice cream truck.
Here is my entry
It is really interesting to spend the beautiful moments of life. Some nature comes in front of us. Just then, humming songs come to my heart with the south wind. After the humming songs ended, I started thinking of myself as a Facebook blogger. But when I see children eating ice cream, my tongue starts watering, it is really difficult to stop it. It is very difficult to bring myself in front of the camera through others as a Facebook blogger. At that time, singing a song like Madhur in a crazy tune without connecting the C-type connection of my purchased (boya) microphone was like not recording. Right then, after going to the gallery and watching the video, seeing the movements of my face, I felt like singing again in tune. And (boya) or microphone was not connected. But the melody of the song was extraordinary. Well, I still want to say. It was a mistake of the mind not to record. Thank you all for your valuable time and cooperation with me.
Best regards @mdakash62