Sugar-Coated Death


It was a dark, and stormy night when I write this journal, stating the horrific things I have experience just the other day..

It was a bright and sunny day here in Abnormalville, the birds were singing, there were cute little squirrels sitting outside my window staring me right in the eyes, unblinkingly. It was a beautiful day, all in all. I think to myself: “Today would be a great day for some ice cream.”, so I toss on some socks and shoes, grab some cash lying in a random pile on my desk and head out. The day is even more beautiful than I initially thought, I knew at this point, that something was not right. I arrived at the local grocery store Scaryway, and went directly to the ice cream isle; I nearly got lost, it being such a large store. When I finally arrived in the ice cream isle, coincidentally located directly to the left of where I came in, I was surprised to find that they were completely sold out; and I don’t mean they were sold out of the flavor I wanted, I mean they were completely sold out of ice cream, they did not even have any of those buckets, or cheap pop-sickles- they were, completely, out.

Fortunately for me, or rather, unfortunately for me; a creepy old man, with a pocketmon cap asked me: “Hey mang, you want some ice cream? I got some gud ice cream right ere’ fer yah'” I kid you not, he seriously talked like this. I told the man, “Yes actually, I came all the way down to this establishment to procure some frozen deserts; but alas, their supplies are depleted. Curse my damnable luck!” he then reaches deep into his moldy, old, rusted, spiked, evil looking, slightly smelly, grocery cart. He proceeds to pull out an old box of Sugar-Coated-Chocolate-Explosion-Combo-Breaker ice cream, and hands me it, “Here mang, you can have this- free of charge.” he then scurries away into the dark corners of the store before I even had the chance to thank him.

I head back home, I somewhat regretted not getting a bag at the time; but all was well enough. At home, I open the ice cream; there was an eerie green glow, and occasional stripes of what looked to be blood appear then disappear; but besides that it seemed like perfectly normal ice-cream.. I was never so wrong.

It started innocent enough, voices coming from the ice cream saying: “KILL KILL KILL”, but it got worse, and worse the more I ate. I occasionally seen disembodied hands coming out of the ice cream and flying around the kitchen, and even worse was the brain freezes, oh the brain freezes.. I shrugged off all the unusual events as just pure happenstance, and continued to eat the ice cream; when suddenly I heard a knock at the door..

I of course go over and open the door without asking: “Who is it?”, and to my horror- there stood a 4 foot 5 scrawny man, with a nametag that read: “Eugene”. He wore what appeared to be an ice cream man outfit, and was holding an ice cream scooper in his left hand. I was horrified, I slammed the door and ran into the kitchen, grabbed the ice cream, ran into the nearest closet and dialed 555-9-1-1 on my yphone; but all I heard on the other side was the ring of an ice cream truck.

I hang up the phone, but the music keeps playing- and suddenly the actual turkey in the straw lyrics started being heard throughout my house! I ran out into the foyer, and to my surprise- the 4 foot 5 scrawny ice cream man with the ice cream scoop was standing in the center of the room! His ice cream scooper dripping chocolate as he stared at me, with his dead eyes- a dolls eyes.. I then realized that it was just my ice cream man doll in the foyer, I go over to pick it up then see a floating apparition of the 4 ft 5 scrawny ice cream man! He flies over to me and I make a mad dash for the front door- to find the door-nob uncomfortably cold! I duck down as he flies over me and through the front door. I then run up the stairs, nearly dropping the ice cream.

At the top of the stairs I stop and catch my breath, looking back I see the ghostly ice cream man flying back and forth making “OOoooOOOOoooo!” sounds, I yell to him: “What do you want from me?!” he says back: “OOOOOOOOOOooooOOOOOOO!”, I grab a nearby potted plant and break it over the handle-rail and point the broken side towards him and say: “Spooky ghost, leave this place!” he replies: “OOOOOOOOoOOOOOOOoooOOOO” and makes some chain rattling noises. I drop the broken plant and run into the second floor bathroom and lock the door- I hear banging coming from the other side, but I hold it shut. “Open up, I really gotta go!” comes a voice from the other side of the door, this time I remember to say: “Who is it?” and the voice replies: “The ice cream man ghost.”, due to my clever thinking I realize I should not open the door for him.

And so there I was, stuck in the bathroom with a ghost banging on the door, infact I’ve been locked in this bathroom all night and the ghost is still out there, yeesh why won’t he give it a rest already! It seems the ice cream has not yet melted, but there is music coming from it as well. I don’t know what to do, if I go out there; I’m dead, if I stay in here, I’m probably dead- but wait, the window- yes of course I can just climb out the window! But I’m on the second floor, and if I fall from here that would be sudden death for me; I’m going to risk it, if anyone finds me dead with a journal outside my house they’ll know what happened- alright, here goes..

I found this journal on some dead guy, It had some crazy stuff written in it, but I figure I may as well make it my personal journal; he had some ice cream too, really good stuff at that. Hey, I hear a knock at my door, I wonder who would possibly be vising at this time of night.

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  • Commented on March 14, 2015 at 6:36 pm

    This was hilariously corny. 4/5

  • Commented on March 15, 2015 at 1:42 am

    Scary and dark

  • Bog
    Commented on March 15, 2015 at 11:29 am


  • Commented on March 16, 2015 at 12:58 am

    I appreciate the humor. Very well done.

  • Commented on March 17, 2015 at 1:27 am

    Flippin’ hilarious.

  • Erik
    Commented on March 17, 2015 at 2:04 pm

    That was really freaking stupid

  • Commented on March 20, 2015 at 5:14 pm

    This was just bad how did the get approved. I agree with Erik

  • Commented on March 20, 2015 at 6:07 pm

    So frickin stupid.

  • Commented on March 20, 2015 at 6:18 pm

    Why…just why

  • Commented on March 24, 2015 at 12:11 pm


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  • Mim
    Commented on April 9, 2015 at 10:30 am

    I appreciated the humour but the pasta wasn’t creepy soz.
    I’m waiting for my pasta to be accepted or rejected I’m in torment!

  • Commented on April 13, 2015 at 2:54 pm

    It was…. Um, nice. Not very scary but then again I have a deep lack of fear. But overall I liked it. :3

  • Commented on April 26, 2015 at 9:41 am

    what did i just read

  • Commented on April 28, 2015 at 12:56 pm

    I actually liked this one .

  • Mukk2347
    Commented on April 29, 2015 at 5:54 pm

    Its interesting but the ending is pretty bad. But still, not bad.

  • Commented on May 5, 2015 at 7:42 pm

    This was stupid, this was stupid.

  • Commented on May 11, 2015 at 11:23 pm

    ehr meh gurd!!! not teh craze ice crem ghorst!!!

  • Commented on May 14, 2015 at 10:07 pm

    I couldn’t even finish reading this. Ridiculous..

  • Bebe
    Commented on July 17, 2015 at 6:22 am


    I now have a fear of ice cream dammit >XD

  • Commented on September 7, 2015 at 2:09 pm

    I read the first few things and couldn’t continue – mixing oast tense and present is not cool – plus, the sentance structure, grammer and lack of adjectives was just off putting.

    0/10. Really sorry.

  • Commented on October 22, 2015 at 4:50 pm


  • Commented on November 3, 2015 at 8:55 pm

    Super Duper Pooper Scooper

  • Commented on December 1, 2015 at 7:23 pm

    1/5.. if I could give a half star I would.

  • Commented on December 31, 2015 at 12:22 pm

    How in the world did this thing get accepted? Well whatever; trollolol I suppose.

  • Commented on February 9, 2016 at 8:10 am

    This was literally the most retarded piece of literature I’ve ever read in the history of my life and i thought twilight was bad sorry bro but its true

  • Commented on March 13, 2016 at 4:54 am

    I want some ice cream now.

  • Commented on March 13, 2016 at 9:29 pm

    OOOhhhhhhhhOooo that was bad!

  • Commented on June 9, 2016 at 1:41 pm

    Hahahahahahaha best pasta ever…lol indeed

  • Commented on October 20, 2016 at 8:29 am

    It’s a miracle this was ever accepted. Even more astonishing are the ones who find it amusing.

  • Commented on November 26, 2016 at 7:36 am

    This shit is lit lmao

  • Commented on February 3, 2017 at 9:09 pm

    That was absolutely painful to read. How did this even make it past the review stage?

  • Commented on April 26, 2017 at 6:25 pm

    I came here for the creepypasta platter… Not the silly soufle’…. I want to speak with your manager please.

  • Commented on April 26, 2017 at 10:54 pm

    Despite what everyone else says I think this Creepypasta is 10/10 quality

  • Commented on July 11, 2017 at 9:45 pm

    Omg wtf was that story, it was so dumb. My 5 year old brother thought it was dumb, the kid thinks he’s a dinosaur in a kids body.

  • pug
    Commented on March 7, 2018 at 10:48 pm

    Maybe you could add more to it. It seems like something is missing

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