Barry stared at the massive refrigerator that dominated the western wall of his basement. It was an impressive hunk of stainless steel: nearly seven feet tall, over six feet long feet long, and deep enough that his partner couldn’t reach the back without getting inside of it.
It also stopped working two years ago.
Barry had contacted a few companies about repairing the beast, but to no avail. The ones that serviced his area wanted $100 just to come out. Frankly, his partner and he hadn’t really used the fridge enough to justify any repair costs. It was just a novelty, something weird that came with the house.
Barry considering hauling the behemoth out to the curb, but quickly realized that A) it weighed over 600lbs, and B) it was bigger than his basement door.
And so, the decision came to use the thing for storage. Barry found himself with his paltry canvas bag full of tools, attempting to disassemble the refrigerator’s insides in order to thoroughly clean the thing of the smells of old meat and stale air.
He managed to remove all of the shelves without much fuss, but when he did, he noticed an extra line on the back of the fridge. He turned on his phone’s flashlight and studied it. A single point near the line seemed to reflect an oily fingerprint.
Barry touched it.
The back of the fridge swung open, revealing a long, dark tunnel.
“Nope,” Barry said, as he fled from the house.