Talking to the refrigerator Thetruthishere

At the house where I grew up, my bedroom was right off the kitchen and you had to walk around the refrigerator and squeeze past the kitchen table to get into my room. Rather than bother with that, if the family wanted to talk to me they'd just stop at the refrigerator and yell at me. I'd yell back and all would be fine.

I went away to college and lived in a dorm but spent summers and weekends in my old room. Upon returning home one time, my father pulled me aside and said "Thank God you're here. Your mother's been talking to the refrigerator again." On several occasions, he'd notice my mother standing at the refrigerator having a conversation with no one, ask my mother what was going on, and she'd say "Talking with Troy, of course." Then they'd go into my room and see that I wasn't in there. I wrote this off as standard "Mother misses her son."

However, a few months later I was in the room and heard one of my brothers talking to me. We conversed for quite a while. I realized that I hadn't heard him answer back in a while and went into the kitchen to see what was up. I couldn't find him in the house so I went outside to where my parents were doing some yard work. No, they told me, my brother hadn't been by that day.

A year or two went by and I came home one day to find my mother talking to me again while standing at the refrigerator. She accused me of sneaking out of my bedroom window as a prank.

A year or two after that, I'm in my room when I hear my other brother tell me he wants to introduce me to his new girlfriend. He introduces her by name, I hear her voice, and I tell them that I'll be out in a minute. Of course, when I go to the kitchen, nobody is there. I got outside and my brother is just pulling up in his car. He'd brought his new girlfriend by to introduce her to the family. The girlfriend had the same voice I had heard, but a different name.

My father, who had been telling us we were all crazy for years for talking to the refrigerator, called me at school late one night to see if I was there. He'd been standing at the refrigerator talking to me earlier and I'd been answering back right up until he remembered I wasn't home that weekend.

When my parents moved to a new house a few years after that, they left the refrigerator at the old house and bought a new one.

Submitted April 11, 2016 at 08:02AM by troycheek http://ift.tt/1SrrcQ2 Thetruthishere