The Story of Haunted Fridges
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November 23, 2009 • Shawna Petersen, Guest Contributor
Filed under 2009-2010
When my grandfather was sick with cancer, we were getting very worried about him. It seemed he wasn’t going to be around very much longer. Family came to see him from all over the United States. We all met up in Las Vegas, Nevada, and stayed in a Time Share that my mother owned. When a few of my cousins were arriving at the airport, most of the family left the time share to go pick them up. My cousin, Amanda, and I stayed at the Time Share because there wasn’t enough room for us to be in the car also. Amanda and I were very scared of the Time Share, because many weird things kept happening: things were disappearing, the fridge was making noises, and the door would open at random times–even though it was locked.
Every time the fridge would make noises, Amanda and I would hear it. If we got another family member to go see, it would stop. Nobody would ever believe us. When we were left there alone, the noise grew louder. It sounded like someone making the Grudge noise, if you’ve seen that movie. If not, the noise is a cracky noise that’s really creepy. Since we were there alone and the noise had grown louder, we stayed away from the kitchen. We sat in our room, on our beds and talked–too scared to even go to the bathroom until someone came back. The family took three hours longer than we had expected, and before that point when they got back, we were both very hungry and really had to go to the bathroom. We left the room together and would not leave the other person alone, so that we could stay safe. When we got out to the kitchen, we searched for food–avoiding the fridge at all costs. The deadbolt on the door was locked and suddenly…it opened…and got stuck at the end of the deadbolt, but nobody was behind the door. At that point, Amanda and I were so scared that we grabbed our food, slammed the door shut, and made a run for it. We were crying, eating, and freaking out. I called my mom to find out when she was finally going to be here, but her phone was off. A very discomforting thing considering her phone is always on.
We waited and waited for our family to come back. It was taking forever. Finally, at about midnight, our family returned. We had stopped crying by then, but again the tears came again as we ran into the front room and demanded to know why it took so long and why my mom’s phone was off. The fridge had stopped making the noise. It turned out that mom’s phone had died, and nobody had even thought of calling us to say that the plane had been delayed. Amanda and I told the family about what happened, and were very disappointed when all they did was laugh at us. They didn’t believe a thing we said. Maybe they were right that we were just scaring each other. But how would that explain the disappearance of objects, the fridge having a mind of it’s own, and the door opening? We may never know…
