This troper had a few classmates that were proud to collect emptied, but not washed, cola cans they drank. Over a year they collected over 300 of these bottles.. but they never bothered to wash them. So eventually something started to grow out of said bottles. Unfortunately these bottles fell backwards and whatever was inside said bottles dribbled behind the cupboards in classroom.

This troper met a man from Denmark, recently relocated. The climate here is about fifty to almost a hundred degrees warmer than Denmark on any given day. Not a problem for him, until he bought milk, forgot to get it from the trunk, and it sat there, all day, all night, and most of the next morning in triple-digit weather. When he tracked down the smell, he discovered the plastic jugs had exploded and coated the interior of his trunk with a love child of yogurt and cottage cheese. The love child was removed, but the smell remains.

This troper once had to make a jello-cell for science class which had a variety of meats and vegetables inside. When the project was done she sneaked down to the defunct fridge in the basement and hid it inside. It stayed there for the entire school year. Near the end it was just a tupperware container full of mold.

Not as bad as it could be. But hilarious, nonetheless. My family (aka brothers) has (have?) a running laziness problem. Long-stories-shortened for example. I've seen all sorts of mutated flies. Giant Double Wings was my favorite. Another story, my brother left some chinese food somewhere. Getting the old chinese food confused for a new chinese food carton, our friend opened it and bugs crawled out! He doesn't eat with my brothers anymore.

One time, I opened up my fridge for some leftovers. Apparently, however, somebody decided to put a frog into one of the containers. It was still alive when I opened it up, covered in something moldlike. I screamed and dropped it, and it HOPPED OUT OF THE CONTAINER AND OUT MY FRONT DOOR. Urgh.

This troper has experienced this several times. I once visited the apartment of a friend who lived in a disaster and had left a mug of coffee on his table for so long it had green and white mold growing inside. Another time, my stoner roommate recently moved out of the apartment where I'm living right now and explicitly told the landlady that he had eaten out all his food in the fridge. 3 weeks later and we disposed of an oozing cucumber and several containers of smelly, moldy food.

This troper once achieved purple mold on some rice noodles. Nothing further.

This troper noticed blue green, white, and pink mold on a container of rice.

Rice must live for colorful mold because This troper has also found blue mold resting on her mother's old rice pudding.

This lends a whole new image to Pilau Rice...

This Troper once had the "deep freezer breaks down over vacation" thing happen. Wasn't his own deep freezer, though; it was his high school's. It also didn't break down, per se, just failed to start back up after a pwoer outage. He was wondering what that smell was when he got back....

This Troper had two instances of this happening, both that don't actually involve fridges, but are nonetheless relevant for reasons you shall soon see. The first was a jar of hot fudge sauce. I opened it up and there was a fuzzy yellow mold growing on the surface. Because I'm either very brave or very stupid, I sniffed it. It smelled like jalapeno peppers. The second is me leaving a bottle of chocolate milk in my dorm for several months. It had gone so rancid, it didn't even smell anymore, and had the consistency of tofu.

Ah, yes. This troper is also an inadvertent creator of chocolate cheese. My grandmother also created accidental cheese simply by putting a partway-full cream pitcher into the cabinet instead of the dishwasher. Because that pitcher was only ever used on special occasions and the cabinet was well-sealed, it was months before anyone noticed anything.

This Troper once left a kebob in a locker for three months. It added new colors of scary every other week.

This Troper also heard a story about an university club who had their own mascot: An ancient potato left in a cabinet somewhere, that grew longer and longer tentacles.

At one point, this troper's high school theater had a carton of milk lying around. It looked like chocolate milk. It wasn't.

This Troper recently moved to a dorm. Most of the previous occupants didn't really bother to clean up. So not only were the stoves kind of a war zone (the people who lost at rock paper scissors took FOUR hours to just clean the two stoves - with three people), the fridge was also kinda... special. When everybody got together and cleaned up, there were several mystery packages no one could recall ever having seen before. The highlights of that night (which made EVERYBODY scream) were a plastic bag of liquefied cabbage and a bottle of salad dressing. With a best-by date of December. 2006.

Must...wash...brain... that is TrashOfTheTitans, and this is an evaluation coming from this only-occassionally - and when he doesn't like the place, for instance part of the halfway house he will soon exit for good - messy troper...

Not exactly a fridge, but this troper had a friend in high school who, upon finding an empty locker opened by his key (in addition to his assigned one) left a sandwich in said locker. We checked it again a week later and it was rock hard, so he poured some cola on it and tossed in a handful of orange peels. A week after that there was an... interesting collection of mould on it and when he opened the locker whatever wafted out made me sneeze. We gave it another week and nothing further of interest developed. As far as I know, nobody else ever knew about it and when my friend left school at the end of that year it was still in there, rock hard.

Sounds similar to my old locker in junior high. I, being somewhat scatterbrained, started leaving things in the bottom of my locker like lunches, open cans of soda, gym socks, etc. Long story short, by the end of 9th grade when I moved to high school, that locker was being considered for removal. The growth had spread 2\3 of the way up the right side, oozed rust-colored fluids, had blue hairs and laughed at bleach(Id started using other unclaimed lockers long before)

So one day, my family and I were going to have brunch. Breakfast burritos, to be precise. Our salsa was...a bit old. We realized that maybe, just *maybe* , it was out of date, when it started whistling audibly. With the lid still on...

After not doing so for a very long time, this troper's dad cleaned out the fridge to fit the new groceries in. There were a number of things that no one could rememeber putting in there, at least one bottle that was confirmed to have been there since we moved in (about four years prior), and several containers that no one could identifiy the contents of. Several of these smelt funny.

For this reason, this troper's household has a general rule that leftovers that have been there for more than a week (less time if it's something that doesn't keep well, such as seafood)should be avoided and thrown out.

I wanted a frozen pie for lunch. Innocent enough. But when I was scouting around in the freezer for one, I found: discoloured mince (normal green mould), cooked meat that could be used as grey-green gravel, a glace-pineapple-centre chocolate I'd forgotten...two months ago (it was okay...I put it in the microwave and it tasted fine), a fork with some sort of growth, and a toenail clipping. I am ''so glad'' they keep ''pies'' in ''packages''.

We call him Albert. Six months ago, he was cheese. Now he's red.

When This Troper was in fifth grade, he found in his school backpack a banana that he dimly remembered leaving there in second grade. It was fucking ''blue''.

This Troper has an old fridge in the garage that hasn't been used in years. It was left there, completely forgotten, until when volunteering at the [=ComEd=] booth at the local Green Expo he saw a slip offering to take any old fridge and recycle it in exchange for fifty dollars. "Oh boy!", he thought, "Fifty dollars! And it'll clear up some space in the garage!". And so as soon as he got home he rushed to the garage so he could check out the fridge to make sure nothing was inside. There was. Or, to be more precise, there had been, for the past four years, and what was left had become a writhing, green ''mass'' that had managed to take over the inside of the freezer. He hasn't dared open it since, and has thought about taking the whole thing to a far off place where it may be burned safely - preferably the sun.

When my dad was a young missionary, a church member gave him a large casserole, which turned out to be nasty. He and the other missionaries felt guilty about throwing it away, so they just pushed it to the back of the fridge and ended up forgetting about it. Several months later the casserole had its own ecosystem. My dad scraped the casserole into a bucket, poured a jug of bleach over it, and mixed it up using a broom handle until he was sure the thing was good and dead.

Back in 2007, we cooked this stuff- we think it was some sort of chicken stew- that was, actually, pretty good. Now, everybody in my family save for my parents dislike leftovers, but there came this time that my parents stopped eating it. After discovering it in 2008, it was disgusting, to say the very least. Instead of throwing it out, we let it sit in the back yard, on the table, past the winter and into the spring of 2009, where we had discovered that it, like the above poster's casserole, it had developed it's own ecosystem. I had planned to have the thing, bowl and all, remotely detonated somewhere in Nevada, but they decided throwing it away would suffice.

Nothing lively, but still NightmareFuel: my grandparents had a big freezer in the basement...when my grandma died, grandpa decided to turn it off, so we had to save the good stuff and throw away the bad. We opened it and started to pull out frozen fruit... bags of meat...''bones''. Cue the StuffedInTheFridge image to show up in my mind. I swear I almost heard the PsychoStrings.

This Troper once left some sandwich crusts in her desk towards the beginning of the school year. When the crusts were found on the last day of school they had ''neon green'' mold growing on them.

When she was younger my sister once put a chicken tender in a pocket on her car seat. When it was found who knows how many years later it had become completely fossilized.

Last year, this troper left two oranges in her backpack, left the backpack in her car, and then left the country for spring break. Upon returning, she found that they had actually ''fermented'', leaving her backpack and car with a lovely wine-y (or vinegar-y, depending on how close you got) smell. Delicious.

My step-father was young during the depression so he had a "never ever throw ANYTHING away" additude (he would rinse out used paper towels to reuse) after he died we went to clean out the house, when we went into the pantry we pulled out 30 year old jars of fruit preserves and canned food (including, I did not want to touch with bare hands, 30 year old cans of sardines!)

This Troper's grandmother, having witnessed at least two economic crisis, two world wars and an oil shock, as well kept anything not used up for future use, in case of another world war any food wrapping could be useful as trading good, any yogurt container, any canned food. This went along for about 27 years. Most impressive was a stone age old box of cornflakes ... or rather cornrocks by then, since she saw no reason to serve anyone this American "dog food" but neither to throw it away.

This troper's two best friends have the most frighteing fridgesshe has ever seen. Alicia had liquefied veggies and something else (who knows what) in the crisper, and Amanda's fridge has... well... who knowss what. She doesn't even know. Ditto to the freezer for her.

An old friend of mine had this freezer in their basement that was not plugged in or in use. For some unexplained reason, a thick layer of mold or whatever it was (popular theory was that it was the titular monster from The Blob) began to grow inside of it. We made it a game to open it every time we came over and see how long we could endure the smell. The game usually didn't last too long, the smell was that horrible.

My dad... wasn't exactly a neat freak prior to moving. The kitchen in particular was very horrifying. If there was anything we didn't recognize, we automatically assumed it was unfit to eat. If there was anything not directly in the front of the fridge, we didn't touch it with a ten-foot pole. And when we did identify that something had gone bad, it was usually pretty obvious.

Another instance, same troper: Mom and I were cleaning a house from which a former friend of hers had evicted a tenant. Most of the stuff had been removed, but the fridge (mostly empty) was still there. What little wasn't taken quite strongly suggested this trope.

There once was a disused fridge at the local community center, with the sign "Do Not Open, Rotten Food". Couldn't be any worse than the Katrina refrigerators, huh?

We had a bag of liquefied baby carrots at one point, as well as a muffin that looked more like a head of broccoli than any wheat product. There was one time we went on a week-long vacation and left an already-bad bag of bread on the counter - it was literally a bag of mold when we returned. The clincher, though, was the bag of potatoes that ''started to grow in the cupboard'' and possessed 30cm long roots when found.

This troper is, on paper, in charge of a house. In real life, she has a rather laissez-faire attitude that mostly works out fine - her roommates are all adults - but occasionally there are incidents like "the time that one guy made stew in his crockpot, and left it there...while he went to Ontario for a week" or fun rounds of "guess what this used to be" when cleaning the fridge. There was also the fact that when she and the other leaseholder moved into the house, the garage contained a chest freezer that hadn't been plugged in for some years. Unfortunately whoever unplugged it neglected to take its contents out first.

This Troper vividly remembers, several years ago, throwing away some leftover something-or-other that had several patches of different-colored mold on it. There was one slimy-looking patch of mold that was ''hot pink''. Literally. I'm still trying to figure out what kind of mold is hot pink.

I've never had anything become self-propelled or become sentient, but I've had my {{squick}} moments in the kitchen. During one memorable cleanout session (a long time ago, I have a better handle on the "kitchen inventory management" thing now), I found multicolored rice, cheese with the usual type of cheese mold thereon, some "Oh my God, what ''was'' that originally?" stuff in a ziplock (best guess was ham, based on color and what we remembered coming in), and a package of Chia tortillas in the pantry (hadn't realized that a factory-sealed package of flour tortillas ''could'' get moldy).

Long ago, this Troper's fridge used to get filled up with food due to my dad always cooking and not wanting to throw out the food in case of emergency (even though it's going to rot in due time). Sometimes the food would have been there either for weeks or months! My mom had enough of it and she [[strike:forced]] recruited me to tackle it. There were molds and weird colors and food we didn't even know what they were anymore! We even had to throw out a lot of Tupperware since the food was growing attached to it and couldn't be used anymore. Now this Troper's mom and her clean the fridge frequently and make sure to eat the leftovers as soon as possible (or force dad to eat it).

And on another note, when I went to visit my relatives and I haven't seen them in a decade or gone to their houses. When I came there for the first time and open their fridges I got scared to death and grossed out more than I could imagine. There was food that's been there for months (probably years even) and overfilled with no more place for any food. I always get surprised when they want to still go to the supermarket and still buy more food. It becomes NightmareFuel when they cook food and serve it because I don't know where the food comes from anymore. And when I see them cooking it, it smells like fart and horrid. My mom who was helping to cook at the time said some of the food was rotten and threw them out thank god. But the reason why they don't want to throw it out? In case of an emergency and won't take into account of time rotting the food.

This troper once managed to grow mold on ''cranberry sauce'' (it was leftover from Thanksgiving, and removed sometime after Christmas). If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it possible....

I have an old chocalate bunny left over from Easter that I have never opened. I haven't thrown it away because it seems to change color every time I see it. -DrStarky

This troper is so terrified of spoiled food that he will throw out food in the fridge that hasn't been finished in a week or two, no matter how much of it remains. He's scared that he'll open a container of food only for his eyes to be assaulted by the bad stuff, or it'll look fine...until he bites down and notices something funny...and then no one eats dinner that night.

This troper used to have to clean the milk trays in a supermarket. I... I don't want to talk about it...

This troper's Father has a Beer fridge in the basement solely used for booze. this in itself is fine. except when I visited one time, and as he was shy on fridge space we threw a 4L jug of skim milk in the beer fridge for space reasons. Flash forward 6 months to my next visit, I go to grab a beer, and the jug is still sitting there... sealed... bulging... and scarily no mold in sight... But apparently the milk fat had separated into a solid yellowy-white lump of cheese floating on about 3L of almost clear liquid. I wanted to throw it out, he wanted to open it.

Not so much as ItCameFromTheFridge as It Came From Grandma's Room. My grandma from mom's side has been a somewhat compulsive hoarder of food in epic proportions, to the point that ItCameFromTheFridge has become a semi-regular occurrence in our two-door fridge. Her main storage, however, is her room. Perhaps it can be said that nobody, save her, knows the true extent of hoarding happening in that room. Old foods she chose to pull out has been known to introduce a painful searing sensation to the throats of those unwitting enough to have a bite.

This Troper once spilled some soda in his dorm,which he was to lazy to clean up for months.by the time he and his roommate got around to it,it had solidified nto what was dubbed "the Blob".Both remain unconvinced ithadn't atained sentience.

Once there was a tupperware filled with meatballs, made with care and love from my grandmother. After three months in the back of the fridge, when we discovered it, it smelled like Hell itself. Also, the meatballs have turned into a neon green and snow white wildlife reserve , and didn't even looked like they were from this world.

There are things in my house that exist nowhere else on earth. It's a generally accepted rule not to eat anything in the back of my fridge. I've actually had people get sick from breathing the air i my place. I should really clean soon...

My parents are awful with this, I avert it almost to the point of personal pride when it comes to my own fridge, but they are truly bad, if there's not something that's gross to eat even BEFORE it's gone bad in their fridge, they get more of it, even if they never ever use it in their cooking. They also have an extra fridge they don't even use, that is totally empty and clean, and STILL smells like the evil spawn of plastic and mold.

This Troper Had a somewhat terrifying ordeal a couple months ago (and I laugh at most horror movies btw): Going through the kitchen for a snack, I found a container of Chinese take-out. After checking with my mom, dad, and a friend that had been over the other day, I confirmed that it was mine. From two weeks before. Being occaisionally too dumb to live, I decided to check the damage...only to discover that IT WAS STILL GOOD.

This Troper made the mistake of reading this with a few slices of pizza in front of him. They may remain uneaten and add to this trope.

A month or two ago, this troper's science class had a competition to see who could construct the best device for protecting an egg dropped off the roof of the school. Two days ago, one of the egg containers was pulled out of the science closet. One of the members of the team that built said container freaked out and said he thought the egg was still in there. Naturally, we all crowded around and opened it. The egg was, in fact, still there. It had swelled up, was green, had small lumps all over it, and was floating in a strange liquid. The smell was terrible.

This tropette's nine-year-old sister is at the age where she has to start cleaning her own room... in theory, anyway. This tropette found a mug of what probably used to be hot chocolate, but had decayed into a sea-green liquid. Seriously, when stirred and sloshed around there were no other colours in the mug, just green.

Also, this tropette's familty managed to buy a house in a nice neighbourhood because the home they chose hadn't been lived in for something like half a decade prior. Yes, it came with a fridge, and yes, the fridge came with groceries. How nice.

In case anyone's curious, it takes about six weeks in the fridge for pre-bagged salad to become pre-bagged ''soup''. It's inedible long before that, of course, but after six weeks' time there's very little recognizably solid left.