The Floating Meatball and the Phantom of the Fridge

I actually had to laugh when I came up with the title for this one, but I assure you this is my own true and lived experience. I’ve posted here before about things that I’ve saw, but I haven’t told this story yet.

When I was around 10 years old my dad moved into a duplex with his cousin. He had visitation rights, so I got to see him on the weekends. I still remember that place so well. The bathroom was immediately to the right when you walked in. I even remember the toothpaste we used. (anyone remember Crest Expressions? The vanilla flavored toothpaste?) The living room was to our front and our bedroom to the left.

Mikey stayed upstairs.

He was using drugs at the time, so dad rightfully limited our exposure to him, but he was a cool guy. I remember going up there and playing the original Onimusha on his PS2. He mentioned to me that he had a Ouija Board, which freaked me out a bit as a child; but who cares really if someone wants to play what is essentially just a “game.”

This is to give you an idea of the general climate and layout of the house. We were downstairs, and he was up there. We had cool toothpaste. Enough said.

Then, a few things happened that I’d like to tell you.

One morning I awoke next to dad who was still fast asleep. Above my head (about three feet) was this textured, brown and red mass of flesh. It looked like an oversized meatball (I don’t know how big you like yours, but this was about 5 inches in diameter). It wavered over my chest, and there were fleshy tendrils hanging off of it. Think about the color of hamburger, and then the grotesque reds and greens you see hanging off of zombies in horror films. Like a flesh Jellyfish. It was completely stationary, and it wasn’t just a blink of the eye moment. I was able to study it for about half a minute before it vanished entirely.

Oddly enough, this was SO strange that I couldn’t even be scared. It was so unnatural that I was just fixated and dumbfounded about what I was seeing.

Okay, so time and weekends go on.

Again, I wake up before dad does, and as a child I’m ready to get up and get going.

The bedroom door, when opened, looks directly into the kitchen. On this day, the door was half open, giving a clear line of sight.

In front of the fridge was a being. In the morning sun it was like a light eating void. A shadow eating a shadow. Pure black in an otherwise well lit scene.

It didn’t face me directly but was turned and looking into the living room. It was less than three feet tall. Although it was entirely dark, it wore some type of garment that was robe-like. There was a pointed hood on its head. When I say “robe-like” I mean it almost appeared as if it was some sort of half melted candle. The bottom being fat and the top being skinny, other than the sagged, crescent like point on the back of its hood.

This one scared the shit out of me, because it was at least vaguely humanoid. If you see a meatball, you’re perplexed. If you see something that resembles you, but isn’t you, you become terrified. I woke dad up and it was no longer there.

Being inquisitive as I was, I went up to talk to Mikey. I asked him if he was messing around with the Ouija Board lately, and he says “oh yeah we were doing that last night!”

I looked this guy dead in the eyes as a ten year old and said “do you mind if you stop?”

Thanks for hearing me out