I was getting ready for work one day last week when I heard something from the front of the house that shouldn’t have been possible — the sound of ice falling from the ice dispenser on our refrigerator.
The ice dispenser works, so theoretically it was possible I heard that, but there was no one else in the house, so I couldn’t fathom how said ice could have fallen. It sounded like just one ice cube, so I initially figured I just misheard it.
Then I heard several more ice cubes fall.
My first thought was that someone had broken into the house and decided to add some fresh ice to their tasty beverage while robbing us. That seemed unlikely, so my second thought was my wife had returned to the house. A quick glance at the clock told me it was too close to 8 a.m. for her to have come back before school started, so that also seemed unlikely. The third thought that rushed into my head was one word — ghosts.
Since we’ve lived in this house for almost three years and have never had any kind of paranormal experiences, I told myself it wouldn’t make any sense for ghosts to suddenly start haunting a house that’s only six years old, plus I reminded myself that I don’t believe in ghosts.
I knew our two dogs were still in the front with the refrigerator and neither was barking at anything or anyone, so I quickly put on pants and rushed to the front. I was greeted by an eerily quiet room with no one in it. Bert, the bigger of our two dogs, was still asleep on the couch under a blanket and Roger was standing on the couch looking at me. He’s a little bit of a handful, and I think he probably would push the ice dispenser if he could, but it would be quite the difficult leap for him to do so.
All the doors and windows were still closed, but there was several ice cubes laying on the floor in the kitchen, so that proved I heard what I thought I heard. Upon inspection of the ice, I discovered them to be smaller than they usually come out of the freezer. So I theorized they had gotten jammed in-between the freezer and the dispenser and finally melted enough to fall out when I was least expecting it.
When I talked to my wife that evening and told her about the whole thing, she confirmed that the ice had gotten jammed that morning, so I was probably correct. Unless the ghosts jammed the ice to begin with.