Monster in the Freezer
Sara had a monster in her freezer. It was fat and ugly with beady, red, malevolent eyes and a mouth full of hypodermic needles for teeth. Its claws were curved razorblades attached to eight spider-like legs. The spindly appendages were as black as coal, in stark contrast to the monstrosity’s plump albino white body.
The strange creature had lived in Sara’s freezer for as long as she could remember, following her to each new home. The monster would speak to her often, especially late at night, begging to be freed from its frozen prison. She didn’t want to, she really didn’t, but more often than not, she let it out.
The monster cost Sara her marriage, her job at the airline, and there was no telling what it would take from her next. So Sara decided to never let it out of her freezer again.
A few weeks later, Sara’s mother found her lying on the kitchen floor in the sticky residue of an industrial-sized container of double chocolate fudge ice cream. She closed the freezer door, called 911, and then knelt down next to her daughter and held her cold hand until the ambulance arrived. The paramedics told her that Sara had died of a heart attack during the night, probably brought on by her excessive weight.
But they were wrong; it was the monster that killed her. I should know, because now it’s in my freezer. And it wants out.