When the jingle plays at midnight, it's already too late.

On the quiet streets of Maple Circle, children whisper about the truck that appears long after curfew—its lights glowing red, its music warped and haunting. Parents dismiss it as an urban legend. But Evan hears the melody in his sleep, a tune that makes his bones ache with dread.

The driver is no ordinary ice cream man. Once a grieving father broken by tragedy, he made a pact with the Devil. Now, as the Cold Man, he roams the night collecting souls—turning their blood into flavors that blend into the ice cream factory by day, shipped unknowingly into homes across town. Every scoop is laced with despair. Every taste spreads the curse further.

Detective Hale, called to investigate a string of bizarre disappearances, finds himself pulled into a nightmare he cannot explain. The deeper he digs, the more the factory's freezers reveal horrors beyond imagination—faces trapped in frozen swirls, flavors pulsing with life. The Devil's whispers haunt his every step, offering him the one thing he craves most: a chance to rewrite his own losses. But the bargain comes at a price.

As curfews crumble, paranoia rips through the community. Parents turn against each other. Children vanish in the night. And through it all, the Cold Man circles Maple Circle in his endless hunt, the jingle louder, the cones dripping red.

The Cold Man Cometh is a chilling descent into grief, vengeance, and damnation. Part urban legend, part supernatural horror, it's a story of how far one soul will go when grief opens the door to Hell.

Fans of Stephen King's It and Clive Barker's The Hellbound Heart will find themselves haunted long after the final page.