posted on Mar, 15 2020 @ 07:55 PM
Hi!
I can’t seem to introduce myself like everyone else here (is (it 5 reply’s and ya free?) so here’s a little story I penned in 2017 to get me
IN...
The Incredibly Strange (but nonetheless true) Case of the HAUNTED FRIDGE..!
My refrigerator is haunted.
Fact.
I was sitting quietly alone in my living room for hours on end, some time ago, when I heard a strange sound from the kitchen. It was a quiet yet
unearthly sound. A kind of humming. As if SOMETHING wanted me to be aware of its presence. I got up & entered the kitchen but the noise abruptly
stopped. Or had it...
had I just imagined it?
I thought nothing more on the matter until the same thing happened exactly three nights later! I heard The Sound; that humming -it happens most nights
now, only to stop at some point. I staggered home one night, my courage bolstered by booze, only to be greeted by the ominous hum! I crashed into the
kitchen & confronting the fridge I yelled "I know you're in there!!" at the top of my voice- again the appliance stopped abruptly. As I was about to
turn away the whole fridge shuddered!
Actually shuddered in front of me!
I heard it
I SAW it
I, naturally, wet myself.
The next morning I groggily entered the kitchen only to find a second puddle close to mine on the tiled floor!
I didn't want to believe it but this new mess obviously led from the fridge itself.
This is all true!
Obviously the fiend that now inhabited my LG CoolECO 3000 was openly mocking me 😮
On closer inspection I could see that the door was ajar yet I distinctly remember putting all my weight against it to force it close when I had bought
that month's groceries the previous day.
Chilling indeed... yet more proof (if proof were needed!) was to come!
Later that night I had terrible nightmares and headaches. It had been nearly 3 months since I last was able to sleep and looking back I realise it was
only a few weeks after my insomnia started that the TERRIFYING events I have related began. No doubt some unclean spirit had tried, in vain, to
possess me before finally settling on that cold, white monolith in my kitchen for it's macabre residence.
So troubling were my dreams that I went bleary eyed toward my kitchen to fetch myself water to calm my nerves & slake my thirst and yet, even as I
advanced, I could see some sort of light coming from my, now doorless, kitchen. As I advanced past the splintered 'victim' of my drunken rage on that
distant urine-soaked night when the fiend had finally acknowledged its presence, I fancied that I perceived a dim ghostly glow coming from the fridge!
Again it's door cracked open a little!
I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP!
Quickly and with my bare feet slipping on the tiles I slammed the door shut.
As I stepped slowly back into the gloom I remember my feet were chilled as they slid about in pools of what must have been ectoplasm that had oozed
from the evil, ageing example of white goods that the previous owner of my flat had left behind in a 'midnight flit'. No doubt too petrified to
leave neither a forwarding address nor balance of payment for my new, long-suffering Landlord.
Suddenly and quite without warning the door cracked open, a little, of its own accord! I swear on our Julie's eyes that I could actually hear the
contents of the refrigerator shift about inside & settle within...
Again and again I slammed the door shut only for the foodstuffs packed tightly within to move and that eerie glow to emit from behind the mildewed
magnetic strip like some apparition from a marbled mausoleum!
I marvelled in mute horror as I began to realise that the light from within would turn itself on & off each time I closed the door and also when it
opened again! What unseen intelligence could be causing this?
I knew I had gone too far with my uncanny experiments when SUDDENLY the door burst open as almost all the contents of the, now groaning, appliance
spewed onto the sodden floor!
"# Me" I ejaculated &
slowly registered, as my breath hung like fog about me, that the inside of my sinister LG CoolECO 3000 was distinctly colder on the inside than the
outside! Don't believe me? Then how come there were actual ICICLES hanging from within! Eh?
Surely a sign of supernatural activity.
The very next morning I rang the council to demand their Bulky Bob remove the unquiet spirit & it's sinister coffin from my domain forthwith or I
shall purge my flat with fire. This they duly did that very same afternoon (such alacrity on their part only goes to prove the veracity of my tale as
well as implicate local government into this conspiracy).
It should not have surprised me that, after I explained the situation fully to the two burly young men who arrived with the aforementioned Bob, I
distinctly heard, as they swiftly exited with their Demonic Burden, one whisper to the other "# Me, Keith, I'm glad you were with me on this job -I
was well scared in there!" (That such fear could be inspired in such 'Hard-Knocks' as it had in me only goes to prove that ghosts can terrify both
those blessed in brawn or brain alike).
Not long after they left I invited two unexpected callers into my now lighter, brighter apartment.
One was an Exorcist (apparently employed by the NHS, if her ID tag hanging from the lanyard around her neck was to be believed?) and the other
(disguised as a policeman) her Acolyte.
I have had unsurprisingly untroubled sleep of late & LOTS OF IT now that I very regularly take the potion that the Exorcist left & chuckle to myself
as when I happily waved them both off at the front door that evening. The Exorcist cheerfully speaking about 'care in the community ' or something and
her Acolyte admonishing me: "...& leave off the ale for a bit, chum, yeah?"
So Endeth my (TRUE)
Tale of Woe... keep safe X