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The tell-tale ice-box. 

3/2/2015

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Several weeks ago, we went to the butcher and brought home 2 rabbits to bake into a pie. Upon putting them into the fridge to thaw, a mysterious squeaking sound creaked out of the refrigerator. Like a cross between a squealing  floor board, a creaking screen door, and a poor trapped animal. I froze in the kitchen at the sound, my blood ran cold, trying to figure out what on earth had made that noise.

You see, not only does the refrigerator have its own sound...It also has a mind of its own. On their own accord, our condiments try to jump out... Years of over stuffing the door with pickles, ketchup, hot mustard, regular mustard, salad dressings, Sriracha, Cholula, relish jars, jelly, jams, pimentos, soy sauce, Worcestershire, Grey poupon, capers, tartar sauce, olives, butter, mayo, mirical whip, lime juice, lemon juice, garlic, barbecue sauce, hot wing sauce, ranch, and everything in between have left the plastic door bar cracked and broken. The condiments seem to be looking for rescue to a newer, cleaner, quieter fridge.   White duct tape is in place on the door to hold the overstuffed door bar (which looks much better than gray duct tape, though you can still make out the leftover, yellowed stickem glue from the old tape if you look closely).

Trying to keep things 'business as usual' but it is seriously scary when home alone. For no apparent reason, the fridge will start to creak....sometimes it is faint, other times it is loud enough to wake me from a deep sleep.

I don't believe in ghosts.

But I just don't want all that food to go to waste if the fridge quits working.

However, if I need to binge on all the leftovers, I will.


Every time the squeaking sound starts, it is a frigid reminder that the fridge might be ready for retirement.


I seriously covet all new fridges at all appliance stores. I open and close the doors with a longing of a silent, cold, empty, tomb to hold delicious treats. The frustrating thing is that we can't slide a regular size fridge into that spot in our kitchen (or anywhere else) so we have to special order a small fridge.

The rabbits are long gone, but the sound keeps emanating from the appliance like some tale-tale heart, a ghostly death-rattle in the early morning/late night hours. If our fridge is about to die for good.....we will be having a very big feast soon.... which definitely won't involve rabbits.
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Katy Collins
3/2/2015 09:38:50 am

Mrs. Mitchell, you had me spellbound with your fantastic, suspenseful writing! Such vivid imagery! I couldn't stop reading. Now that I've reached the end I hope you get your new refrigerator soon! I hate to think of you having to each all the condiments in one night, but if you have to do it, please say you'll blog about it so we can live it with you! It sounds like it'd be quite the adventure...to say the least!

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Mendy Preston link
3/3/2015 03:18:16 am

I love this story. I thought you were going to say that one of the rabbits were still alive! The Tell Tale Heart is also a good inspirational read.

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