TheCornelia101

Marisa was fully convinced that her refrigerator was being possessed by a demon. The skinny woman stood rigid in the kitchen's entrance of her tiny three-room apartment. She was wearing a white blouse and blue jeans over her smart, flat figure. Her baby-blue eyes were fixated on the white menace. It stood in stark contrast to the old wooden tables, wooden chairs and peeling wallpaper that surrounded it. The refrigerator was the cleanest, most modern-looking appliance in the entire apartment, and it had been that way since the first day she moved in. For the most part, it was an average refrigerator. The only things that made it suspect was i

Marisa was fully convinced that her refrigerator was being possessed by a demon. The skinny woman stood rigid in the kitchen's entrance of her tiny three-room apartment. She was wearing a white blouse and blue jeans over her smart, flat figure. Her baby-blue eyes were fixated on the white menace. It stood in stark contrast to the old wooden tables, wooden chairs and peeling wallpaper that surrounded it. The refrigerator was the cleanest, most modern-looking appliance in the entire apartment, and it had been that way since the first day she moved in. For the most part, it was an average refrigerator. The only things that made it suspect was i