Can a refrigerator be possessed by a demon? One wonders. Especially if you met my fridge. It came with the new old home, I moved into a few months ago. From the outside it looks new and big. But when you open it up, it is woefully small. A carton of dozen eggs barely fits across the skinny shelf.

Instead of nice thick wired shelves typical of most fridges, it has clear flimsy plastic shelves. It appears to be missing shelves and a few bottom drawers. I bought some plastic baskets to make up for this short coming. One shelf is partially busted down the side and no matter where we put it, it seems like it doesn't belong to this model fridge. I also had to install my own freezer shelf. For some reason, everywhere I have lived, I have had to install a freezer shelf. Refrigerators here are always sold missing parts it seems. I have no idea why. I had an old vinyl coated wire shelf, so one day we measured and a friend and I sat down and hack-sawed it off to fit, and installed that in the freezer.

But the refrigerator is possessed! Some days it plays tag with me. The door will pop open when you aren't looking and you turn around then suddenly, the fridge is wide open. So I shut the door, only to have it pop open again ,when I am not looking. It often does this in the middle of the night! Then sometimes when I shut the door, it glues itself shut. Matter of fact, it holds the food hostage for the next ten or so minutes while I fight with the seal and the handle to try to make the fridge open up because I want my lunch out of it. It has done this to friends of mine who are used to helping themselves to iced tea or water in the fridge.

They stand they tugging and pulling with all their might then ask me in winded breath "How do you open this?" I come over and pull and tug and finally after breaking into a good sweat, the fridge will reluctantly open.

Then it throws up when you least expect it. Yep, it's done it to me and now I have a witness. My house mate went shopping and came home to stock the fridge. She carefully put everything away, packing it carefully since there is so little room to start with. Then she shut the door. It popped back open, so she shut it again.

She turned around to do something and heard this awful noise like an avalanche, and turned around to watch the fridge door pop open, and all her groceries tumble out onto the floor with a great deal of noise. So round two ding ding she repacks the refrigerator, gets the door to stay shut and then she begins cooking. Realizing she put something away that she needed, she tried to open the fridge.

It wouldn't budge. Nope. It was holding the food hostage and for the next few minutes she had to fight and plead with it to open up. I came home about that time and she said incredulously "What is wrong with this fridge? I stocked it full of groceries, and it threw them back at me! Now it refuses to open at all!" I smiled at her knowingly and said "It's possessed."

So last night, I wake up at 2 or 3 am, I am very thirsty and I know there is some tasty mango juice in the fridge, calling my name. I walk in and as I reach for the handle I feel very cold air. I see the freezer door is open about a 1/4 inch. I open it up to see my house mate had purchased 2 tubs of ice cream, which are melting away with the open door. I try to shut it again, and it pops open. So I rearrange the bottom freezer shelf, take out the 7 ice cube trays, put the ice cream in the back, stack up 3 of the ice trays and see from the way the tub budges outward towards the top, that maybe the rest of the ice trays should remain out and not in. I shut the freezer door firmly.

On the top shelf of the freezer, (Which I swear I did not touch!) is frozen food from a friend's boat. She had to go to Canada and threw all her freezer food in my freezer and told me to eat whatever, but save her the pork tenderloin for a party when she came back.

I open the refrigerator door and am just reaching for the coveted mango juice when all of a sudden the freezer door bursts open, smacks me in the head and tosses the pork tenderloin (solid as a brick) onto my left toes. I screamed! It hurt so badly. I cried, I limped, I muttered things under my breath. I hopped around on one leg yelling "OW OW OW!"

I picked up the pork tenderloin and hurled it back in the freezer, and slammed the door with an admonishment to STAY SHUT and hobbled off whimpering back to bed, with my mango juice. Oh my goodness, my foot and toes throbbed, they turned pink, then red, then blue and now this morning my toes are black and purple. I can barely walk. I have soaked my tosies in icy cold water many times during the night.

The kitties kept vigil, I stuck my toes into icy cold water and they immediately came over to drink my cold toe water. Now these are the same guys that insist I give them a fresh bowl of water, 2-3 times a day. But something is special about my toe water. They line up and take turns to drink from it, while my throbbing toes soak.

After I am sure my toes are nearly numb, I try to lay down and sleep. But every hour or so I would wake up in horrific pain and have to soak my toes again in icy water. This morning I am grouchy with a long list of things to do, and all I can think is PAIN.

I'm hungry and dying to make breakfast, but trying to figure out how to do that, without opening the fridge. I am so MAD at this fridge.

My house mate woke up, heard my tale of woe, looked at my ugly blurple toes, looked me in the eye and solemnly said "I think it's time we consider having the fridge exorcised. "

We commiserated that while the rest of the home is carefree and happy with no influence from evil spirits, there is definitely something very unhappy and it's living in MY fridge. An invisible miserable spirit has taken up residence in there.

We stared at it with awe, expecting it to open and throw up again. So far it's just sitting there in the corner, both doors firmly shut, holding my breakfast hostage.

If anyone has any ideas how to coax this evil spirit out of the fridge (and off the property!) let me know! Generally I am good at chasing evil spirits off and finding myself entertained by good spirits. But this one, is being a bit of a pest, and holing up in my fridge.


Warm and Sunny Regards,
DearMissMermaid.com