The house where I grew up was almost empty now, and I was feeling my father\u2019s presence less. In the basement, all that was left was the old fridge with rounded edges like a 1950\u2019s auto. I\u2019d lived down there for a bit after college, and one weekend in a fit of post-breakup mania , I\u2019d painted the thing yellow with bands of black and white checks like an old cab. Some frat kids who\u2019d seen the picture on craigslist thought it would make the perfect beer receptacle and were coming to pick it up. I walked down the creaky steps almost catching my foot on the worn out carpet, and then as I switched on the light, I saw something out of the corner of my eye and felt a touch on my shoulder. Daddy?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The house where I grew up was almost empty now, and I was feeling my father\u2019s presence less. In the basement, all that was left was the old fridge with rounded edges like a 1950\u2019s auto. I\u2019d lived down there for a bit after college, and one weekend in a fit of post-breakup mania , … Continue reading Haunted<\/span>