We All Scream for Ice Cream

For the past three weeks I have been working at a brand new ice cream shop in Colonial Heights, VA.  It’s an old Carvel and still needs a bit of work, but it’s very cute and the ice cream is really fantastic.  However, it’s not exactly the ice cream that people are screaming about.

I was closing the store one night last week alone.  I was in the front cleaning the soft serve machine when out of no where this intense feeling of uneasiness and paranoia came over me.  I felt as if someone were watching me.  I took a quick look outside all the windows and around the shop, but of course I saw no one.  Despite that reassurance, the feeling didn’t go away.  It only grew and grew for what felt like hours, though of course it was only minutes.  I felt as if someone where there right next to me.  Then as quickly as it came, the feeling lifted away.

To add to that odd occurrence, there have been several instances where I was in the back and heard voices in the front when clearly there was no one else in the building.  I couldn’t make out what was being said but there was most certainly murmuring in the dining area of the shop.  There have also been a few times I’ve seen shadows out of the corner of my eye as I was closing up.

The event that validated to me that the shop is most definitely haunted occured Friday night.  I was at the shop with Jared, the owner’s son.  Jared left to drop someone off at home with intentions to return to help me close down and again I was left alone.  In the front I found a cap of some sort.  I wasn’t sure what it was but we weren’t closed yet so I placed it behind a standing sign on the novelties freezer which is next to the counter.  I walked into the back and heard a clinking sound as if the cap had fallen off the freezer.  I had a strange feeling so I turned around and walked back out to see if it had.  I couldn’t find it behind the counter anywhere.  I walked around to the dining area and there it was on the floor.  The cap had somehow gotten around the sign to fall to the floor on the other side of the freezer.  Interesting.

Oh, and by the way, the ghost’s name is Fred.