This story really happened to me the other night.  Certain events have been exaggerated for dramatic purposes.

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The Case of the Haunted Appliance

It had been a dark and stormy night, and I rose from my warm bed ready to face the morning.  As I headed down the hallway, I heard a strange noise.  Whirrrr… thunk.   A few seconds later, another Whirrr…. thunk.  Whatever could that be, I asked myself, as the dog didn't seem interested in answering. 

Whirrrr… thunk.   Whirrrr… thunk.  Storms have been know to stir up ghosts, thought I.  Perchance this is what occurred.  Whirrr…. thunk.   Cautiously, I moved ever closer to the noise.  Suddenly, I realized… my house is made out of LIMESTONE!  Isn't limestone supposed to keep ghosts at bay?  Or is the other way around, and limestone attracts ghosts?  Darn all these Ghost Laws, anyway.  Who can possibly keep track, especially when they seem to be so inconsistent?

Whirrr…. thunk.  Entering the kitchen, I knew immediately the ghostly noise was emitting from the refrigerator.  How odd, I mused.  I've never heard it make that noise.  I carefully opened the door… and was hit in the face with a blast of COLD AIR!  Ghosts have been known to create cold spots, so I quickly slammed the door shut, trembling with fear.  Whirrrr…. thunk.  The noise continued, unabated.

I sat down, and stared at the pale device, pondering how it had become possessed.  Whirrr… thunk.  Gathering up my courage, I reached down, and opened… THE FREEZER!  Even colder air came rushing forth, and I knew the ghost must be living there, along with the Swanson TV dinners, ice cream, and the various unindentified objects wrapped in frost-encased plastic.  Whirrr… thunk.  Yes, the noise was most assuredly coming from the freezer. 

With trembling fingers, I reached inside, and flipped the thin metal bar over the ice tray up, then slammed the door shut.  After a moment, the appliance gave one last Whirrrrr… thunk.  Then a different noise.  Then, finally, the sound of ice dropping out of the ice maker and into the plastic tub.  The appliance gave a last thunk, and settled into silence. 

At last, I knew the appliance hadn't been haunted at all.  The ice cubes had been stuck inside the ice-cube maker, desperately trying to get out.

I can't begin to tell you how relieved I was.