Woman In The Refrigerator Novels & Stories

"Move I need the fridge." I order Kai who was licking god knows what of a woman's body, at first I thought it was Karen but it was another woman, who was wearing an apron without anything underneath. Kai stops after hearing my voice and without looking at me he holds the girl up and moves to the other side of the room, next to the big window leading to the garden. I watch them move, to make sure they weren't in the way of any places I needed then I put my attention back to the fridge. I stare at the ingredients planning on what to cook.

She headed over to the refrigerator and opened the freezer door which was connected to the refrigerator. Grabbing a corndog from the freezer, she shut the door and headed over to the wooden cabinet that was hanging by the stove. That’s where she placed all of her dishes. In the cabinet or she left them in the dish washer if there was not no more room in the small cabinet that these apartments had. She took out a small plate and placed the corndog on it before she was forced to charge to the bathroom to puke up whatever was in her stomach.

, I scoff crossing my arms on my chest before throwing them up in air in frustration. There is no ice in her fridge, who the fuck dont even have some ice or an ice pack ready in their fridge? Ofcourse this lady laying unconscious! As I shut the door of refrigerator my eyes falls on the feature it has. “oh great!”, I exclaims happily clapping my hands in enthusiasm. “make ice is five minutes”, it reads then I figured out we just have to put some water here and it will turn it into ice in five minutes. I happily sprint towards the aqua guard and fetch a glass of water and stumble to the refrigerator. I pour water into the designated part of it and close the lid and grin waiting for it to form

I left the room and headed downstairs, this time around, I got it right. I went to the kitchen and when I opened the refrigerator, I let out a shocking gasp. Does Mavis have a grocery store in his refrigerator, why are there so many food items inside it, I thought within me. I walked to the second refrigerator and I gulped down hard when I saw lots of beverages like fruit milk, coffee drinks, carbonated drinks, juice and plant drinks, soft drinks, cider, vodka and so many more I don't know the name of. Damn, my Mavis is beyond rich, my subconscious mind said, and I smiled.

Partly out of habit to check on Ronin and partly because she had foolishly forgotten to take medicine after refusing to eat supper. When she descended the spiral stairs and entered the vast kitchen, she was startled to find a woman snooping through the refrigerator. The moonlight gliding through the windows was the only source of light, making it nearly impossible to recognize the person. Carmen, on the other hand, did not have to wait long since the woman had found what she was looking for and swung around with an apple in her hand. Carmen recognized the woman the instant the moon’s pale rays struck her face. Blonde hair. Skin that was smooth. Pink, luscious lips. And looks that might flunk

- asked the doctor as she entered the room and one of her colleagues nodded for her to look in the refrigerator, and when she did, she too was horrified. A body all contorted and greyish white, yes, it would have to be purplish, but as all the blood seemed to have been drained from inside the refrigerator, with expressions of terror, it provoked altered and confused voices. On the floor were shards of glass, vials and spilled liquids, as well as dripping through the door of the cooler, probably, when they had put the woman in there, eventually turning some. Glenda was paralyzed with fear, this that she was not being able to see beyond that tangle of heads ahead, but something told her that i

The video was dim all around, the camera shaking cautiously as it focused on a woman in the center. She was crouched in front of the refrigerator. A faint white light illuminated only a small patch of space. With her back to the camera, long black hair cascading down her back, she held something in both hands, devouring it in large, savage bites. As the person filming slowly moved closer, my eyes widened. The blood in my body seemed to freeze, cold sinking all the way into my bones.

"Once second, someone's at the door." I put my phone aside and make my way to the door. Two men stand before me. "Um...can I help you?" I ask. One man checks his clipboard, then studies my room number. "Cora Williams?" "Yeah." "We're here to install your mini refrigerator, ma'am." "My what?" "Please step aside," he says as he widens the door so the other man can lug the box inside. I watch, totally stunned, as they start setting up the mini fridge in the corner of my room.

Inside, there was a seemingly endless supply of blood bag types, but none I would eat. I sighed and put it away before going to unlock the freezer. There was only one ice tray, and it was empty. When Aric placed an order for me to eat, it was usually delivered promptly, even though we rarely had the necessary ingredients. I turned to look and saw the woman who had shown me the way to the kitchen peering over the corner. I said, "Can you assist me?" She entered the room slowly, then hurried to a door I had overlooked. I followed her into a considerably more compact but very fragrant kitchen. Added refrigeration and freezer space joined the fresh bread and produce baskets.

Greta rushed into the kitchen and was immediately surprised when she saw that the middle aged woman was moving in a wheelchair. "Would you like something to drink?" offered the woman as she pushed the button in her wheelchair towards the refrigerator. She pressed another button and the rose automatically. Greta looked at her in complete amazement. "Dear, do you want to drink something?" the woman offered again while looking at Greta with her face that was still looking beautiful in her fifties. "Yes please Ma'am thank you," Greta said politely. The woman smiled, "just call me house, do you like apple juice?"