As I went up the basement, i heard a screech. I heard it before I saw it. It was the fridge. It had destroyed all the good technology in our basement. Damn. We are dead. We have to face the evil fridge. On our own. We go to the sports shed and grab something strong like a baseball bat. I go in first and then my friend goes in next. He always goes in last for scary things like that. I took the first hit to the fridge. We ran to my room for a plan.

To be continued…