The Tale of the Refrigerator of DEATH

Anyone remember Nickelodeon show "ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?" Well from my own travels in Ieper, Belgium I have my own tale of fear, tragedy, and ancient food storage pit from which there is no escape. Submitted for the approval of the midnight society...THE TALE OF THE REFRIGERATOR OF DEATH!!!

It all began on a fairly normal and mild-mannered class trip to tour historic Ieper, Belgium. A midnight tour of the town's ancient defense fortificaitons led us here...to an ancient food storage pit. Little did we know it would turn out to be the storage pit...of our nightmares.


This is the doorway to the Refrigerator of Death. It looks ominous doesn't it?

We approached the entrance to the old pit that had once been used as a food storage site in ye olde times. Our guide fiddled with a switch at the entrance. Drat. It seems the lights were out. No seeing the it in the midnight darkness.


Getting closer and looking at it confirms, it's a fucking spooky doorway to evil.

That's the point where any normal and sane group of kids would've turned back. The guide let us know it was about 10 meters deep aka 30 feet down in the dark abyss from which there seemed no possible return. But then those truly committed to the thought process doesn't describe us. Evan realized he had a flashlight on his cell phone, a feature that, incidentally, he never thought he would find a use for. But its day had come.


This is the 25 ft stairway that descends into the darkness that was the Refrigerator of Death. Please note that while it doesn't look so bad from here it was 100% dark save for the minimal amount of illumination provided by the flashlight built into Evan's cell phone.

Despite repeated warnings about the dangers of descending into the ancient pit of eternal no return, we ignored him as only a collection of hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of American education can and embarked on a descent into the unknown armed only the with mini-LED flashlight on Evan's cell phone.

It was dark. Really fucking dark. As in...there was no light. None whatsoever. Save the scare illumination of the Nokia. We immediatly encountered a staircase that sharply curved and led us down. Down. Down.


Evan handling the situation of stiffling, crippling, panic inducing darkness with grace and aplomb. Actually he was holding our only flashlight to his face and making ghost faces.

And then someone got the genius fucking idea of taking pictures to see what was in the room. Which would've been a good idea had we NOT BEEN CLIMBING DOWN THE STAIRS IN THE DARK. Nothing ruins night-vision like multiple flashes from a digital camera.


Greg looking cofused in the Refrigerator of Death.

So there were, at the bottom of the Refrigerator of Death. It didn't really do anything. We took pictures of us down there, which seemed cool at the time since we had the adreneline flowing from giving common sense the finger. But in retrospect...it just kind of looks like a hole.


Screw it. When in Rome...or the refrigerator of death...take pictures!

So we took more pictures. More then we had any right or business too. And eventually we left.


Pamela. Grant. Pame-grant. Grant-ela. Whatever. Inseperable and hilarious. In the Refrigerator of Death.

Exiting the Refrigerator of Death.

We left via the same route we entered...and we never saw it again. But we all know it was moment that forever changed us. Wow this blog was pretty pointless except to showcase the fact clearly that both I, and my colleauges, are retarded.

BONCH