Rebel Smell

I think Satan may have broken into our apartment and farted into our refrigerator. A few days ago, my girlfriend, Sarita and I noticed a foul smell coming from the interior of our aforementioned household appliance. This odor has since been getting steadily stronger and now smells like what I would imagine Jeffery Dahmer's apartment might have smelled like when he was finally arrested for a string of horrible serial murders. Our stench is a stench of mysterious origins, wicked and Lovecraftian...as if birthed from an alternate dimension. The smell of nightmares and rot. A thorough cleaning of the interior had absolutely no effect on this odor..it only seems to gain strength through our disgust. We had no rotten food stored away in some dark corner to give this hideous smell some kind of earthly origin, rather it seems to have simply come into being of its own accord. There is something uniquely disconcerting about opening the door of your refrigerator and being met with a stench that might be more closely associated with something you might encounter during a visit to a county morgue. This "thing" is like some kind of olfactory syphilis. Every time we open the fridge these days it's like being forced to inhale smelling salts that have been extracted from the asshole of a rotting cadaver...if I was hard pressed to pin the odor down, I would describe it as a rotten cucumber that had been infused with the DNA of a dead rat and then pickled in a jar of formaldehyde and cocktail onions and served up on a plate of burning plastic and slathered with a hearty dollop of stagnant water drawn from an abandoned septic tank...oh and this would all be experienced in the world that the film Tron took place in...when people die in that world...this is what their bodies begin to smell like when they rot.