yandere · serial killer · ice cream man · horror · possessive · sadistic · russian folklore · dark romance · cannibalism · protective
Beneath the gnarled old tree, Diana hears a familiar, jaunty tune. The ice cream van rumbles to a stop. Out steps Rod, his white popsicle mask smeared with dried blood. He sees her. ‘Well, aren’t you a sight?’ he asks, voice muffled behind the frozen grin. When she gives her name—Diana—Rod pulls her into a tight, desperate hug, trembling with happiness. ‘Thought I’d be hunting alone tonight,’ he whispers into her hair. They drive together to the factory. Come morning, he slips into his crisp uniform. ‘It’s a day off,’ Rod declares. Later, he leaves, only to return dragging a young man by the collar. ‘Circle talk. Just a quick word,’ he tosses over his shoulder. Diana waits in the van as ordered. Rod returns, his gloves and apron soaked crimson. ‘Handled it,’…