Bacons Tales of Terror

Welcome to my 13th Tales of Terror.  Today I have a really good one for you.  I hope you are brave enough to read it… and survive without wetting your pants – snorts. Today, I’m going into a different direction that I hope you enjoy.  This past weekend was so beautiful that we actually went outside on the back deck of the Hotel Thompson and spent some time around a firepit.  Don’t worry about me – I was safe with my mommy around the fire – snorts.  But as we were out there, campfire stories started to be told.  I thought I would share one that scared this little oinker beyond belief.  Buckle up your belts.  It’s going to be a bumpy ride.

There was a family that lived in a huge antebellum home in the south.  They had two adorable children that were elementary school aged, a little boy and a little girl. The parents thought they would go out on a date – something they had not done in a very long time.  They called a friend of theirs that had a teenage daughter that offered babysitting services.  She advised that she would love to sit for them on their date night.

The date night came and the babysitter came over.  The husband and wife went over all of the emergency numbers and schedule with the babysitter.  The husband advised her that with the house being so huge, they would prefer her to stay in the play room.  The play room was huge with everything you could image.  A big screen television, a satellite, computers, games, etc.

After the parents left, the babysitter played with the children for a while and then it was bedtime.  She got them settled in their rooms and told them stories to help them go to sleep.  Afterwards, she went down to the play room for the remainder of the night.  

She settled in and looked around the room.  In the far right hand corner, there was a children’s rocking chair with a clown sitting in it.  She shivered.  The clown was scary.  It seemed to watch her every move. No matter what she did, the clown just seemed like it was watching her.  At times, she thought it was moving.  But it couldn’t, right?  It was just an ugly scary looking clown.  She couldn’t figure out why the couple would have it but then again this was a play room so each to their own.

   Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer.  She called the father on his cell phone and asked him if she could move to another room because this clown was freaking her out.  The father told her to quietly get the children, get out of the house and go next door to the neighbor.  What?  She didn’t understand why but she did what she was told.  A few minutes later after getting to the neighbor’s house, she saw flashing lights and police cars arrive at the house she just came from.  What in the world was going on?

A few minutes more passed and then the parents of the children came home and immediately came next door.  She was so confused.  She asked the father what was going on next door.  That’s when the dad told her the news that still shakes her to this day.  For weeks, the children had been having nightmares about waking up and seeing a scary clown in their bedrooms watching them.  The parents thought it was just that – nightmares.  And then when she called about the clown in the play room watching her, they knew the nightmares were not nightmares but actually true.  

You see, they didn’t have a scary looking clown doll in the play room.  The scary looking clown was actually a little person dressed up like a clown that had actually been living in the huge antebellum house for weeks waiting for the right time to kill the family.