There's an interesting place back in my hometown we used to refer to as Refrigerator Alley. It is in an old junkyard on the Far East side of town. That side of town is mostly industrial, there's a lot of businesses over there that mostly consist of mechanic shops and scrap yards. Not many people lived over there, and it was really the last place you wanted to be around at night.
Refrigerator Alley is exactly as it sounds. It is Alley lined with Refrigerators in the junkyard. It is a small, narrow passage that you can drive through but if you're going to, make sure you're in a smaller car, or you can walk through it. People fit better than cars. It's a tight squeeze. When you're driving through, your headlights only shine so far ahead of you. So the refrigerators come out of the pitch black at you, it's like every curve you go around you're going to stumble across something like out of a zombie flick. That's how it was described anyways, by the brave few who survived it.
We always heard rumors about Refrigerator Alley, especially in middle school where the kids would make up stories about kids going missing, or people getting murdered by cults if they went back there. We all just shrugged off the stories because why would anything like that happen in our town? I mean it was a relatively safe town. But people avoided the east side at night. That's just common sense, why go to a sketchy area when you can stay safe in your neighborhood, or a populated area of town?
As I grew older, I never thought much about Refrigerator Alley, as I didn't care about it much. But one night, when I was about 16 or 17 I believe, my good friend (we will call her M) and I were hanging out. We were very bored, there wasn't much to do in town at that late of hour and we were feeling somewhat adventurous.
"Oh, I know what we should totally do!" She began.
"Oh yeah, what's that?" I chuckled at her excitement.
"We should totally go to Refrigerator Alley!" She exclaimed.
Now, I was a little hesitant at first, because although we were in middle school when we heard all these stories, a part of me always questioned the legitimacy of the stories, as I'm a very open minded person. I never really went to that side of town. Not even during the day, let alone at 1:30 in the morning. But me being the push over I am, and having a crush on M, I didn't want to disappoint her so I mustered up the courage to say yes.
Now remember when I said that you should probably bring a small car, as it's very narrow? Well I drove a larger sized truck. So I didn't know how easy this was going to be, but with that in the back of my mind we hopped in, and were on our way.
It didn't take long for us to get to the junkyard. And to my surprise, I could just drive right in. We slowly made our way through the junkyard. I was sort of driving aimlessly through it as neither of us knew exactly what the location of Refrigerator Alley was. As I was scanning the area, I ended up driving right up to it. Right in front of me was an endless line of old refrigerators going into a dark abyss.
"You ready?" I asked.
"More than ever." She replied, smiling.
We began our adventure through the vast trench of old kitchen appliances. My side view mirrors were just brushing across the doors of the refrigerators. My headlights only shown so far before pitch black began. It seemed to never end. I was almost in aw and admiring the unique sense of art this place gave off before it I was interrupted by a loud scream M gave off.
I immediately came to a stop and looked over at her, she was pale, her eyes were wider than I'd ever seen anyone's eyes get, she began to freak out and pointed ahead of us. Just then I looked up and out of the shadows, and the cracks between the refrigerators came hooded figures. They were wearing animal masks, and they were coming right for us. I tried to reverse out of there but my truck was stuck or something because it wouldn't move.
The people drew closer, they began smashing my windshield with clubs, and trying to open my locked doors. M was crying and screaming, I didn't know what to do. I didn't have anything to ward these people off. Who the fuck were these people?
Just then they were able to smash the passenger side window and they reached in and grabbed M. I attempted to pull her back from her ankles but they were too strong. They pulled her into the darkness between the refrigerators, and the rest followed. Her screams began to quietly fade until it was nothing but silence. I climbed out my window and jumped to the ground from the truck's hood and began running in the direction they went, the alley was four or five refrigerators deep before I came out to a clearing. There was vast emptiness. No sign of the hooded figures, or M.
I made my way back to the truck and called the police. I told them what had happened and they did a report with my statement. They lectured me about coming back here, and how dangerous it was and of course told me I was trespassing. It's been 10 years since that night and M still hasn't been found. I have no one to blame but myself for her disappearance. Why didn't I just tell her we should do something else?
Submitted July 04, 2017 at 01:51AM by EarthToCaleb http://ift.tt/2tFAHK6 nosleep
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