Bacon’s Tales of Terror

15 Feb

Welcome my friends to my monthly Bacon’s Tales of Terror.  Usually I have this posting on the 13th of the month but it got a little delayed with the holiday.  Hope all of you had a sweet and loving Valentine’s Day.  But now, let’s talk about something opposite of sweet and loving.  Let’s talk about scary and horror shall we?

It’s winter time outside.  We’ve all experienced the weather – the cold – the snow – the rain.  The non-stop up and down of the weather.  Hot one day.  Mild the next day.  Cold and wet the next day.  All of this which causes us to be sick and stuck in bed.

So there you are one evening, stuck in bed being sick.  You’re coughing and sniffling and perhaps drinking some orange juice.  Anything to make you feel at least one bit more of a human.  Then it happens.  With the storm outside brewing up, the electricity goes off.  All is now quiet and dark.  But you’re okay.  You’re tucked away all warm in your cocoon of blankets in your nice comfy bed.

Then the rain starts up.  The gentle swish at first but then the winds come in to play.  Now you hear the tap-tap-tap against your bedroom windows and on your sliding glass door that overlooks your secluded backyard.  But hey you’re fine all tucked in your bed.

The winds get stronger.  The rain gets louder.  The thunder comes out play.  You hear scratching at your sliding glass door.  But it’s okay you tell yourself.  It’s probably the rain and maybe a little sleet is mixed up with everything.  You shrug your shoulders, blow your nose and get more comfortable.  But the scratching noise gets more persistent with the storm.  But it’s still okay with you because at this point in your life in being this sick, death would be welcome you joke.  You finally fall asleep.

You awake the next morning feeling somewhat better, not as congested and the storms have passed.  You sit straight up in your bed, stretch and look out your sliding glass doors.  What do you see?  Hand marks coming down from the top like in this picture.  You remember all of the scratching noises from the night before that you thought was the rain and/or sleet.  Was someone trying to get in?  Did they see you laying in your bed?  What do you do my friends?  What do you do?



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20 responses to “Bacon’s Tales of Terror

  1. sunsetdragon

    02/15/2015 at 1:11 am

    I call that demon whiled those marks on my sliding glass door and send it after my ex-husband.

    • PigLove

      02/16/2015 at 1:30 pm

      Snorts and rolls with laughter Now *that* is definitely a thought! XOXO – Bacon

  2. speedyrabbit

    02/15/2015 at 3:02 am

    hehehe I would go outside to check if it was still there and ok,xx Speedy

    • PigLove

      02/16/2015 at 1:30 pm

      It would be interesting to find out exactly what that was, wouldn’t it? I can only imagine. XOXO – Bacon

  3. easyweimaraner

    02/15/2015 at 5:49 am

    uhoh! that’s scary… I would pack my suitcase and the next weeks I would stay in a howltel till the exorcist has checked my crib… or no wait, I wouldn’t pack my suitcase, I would run away in my PJ or nekked immediately…

    • PigLove

      02/16/2015 at 1:31 pm

      I think I would be right beside you if not in front of you brother! Squeals for sure. XOXO – Bacon

  4. The Canadian Cats

    02/15/2015 at 1:46 pm

    That would be scary Bacon! I would be under the bed….mom would be lighting candles to get rid of the bad omens. hehehe


    • PigLove

      02/16/2015 at 1:32 pm

      AMEN! We can’t have that in the house, around the house, under the house or near the house! XOXO – Bacon

  5. ThisKidReviewsBooks

    02/15/2015 at 6:07 pm

    I would then check for footprints. And (maybe) move. 😉

    • PigLove

      02/16/2015 at 1:33 pm

      YES! And call an exorcist. And call a priest. And call for good things to come to the light. XOXO – Bacon

  6. The Mad Hooligan Chronicles

    02/15/2015 at 8:41 pm

    I would eat bacon. That’s what I would do. Check this out! LOL Hugs and kisses, Ellie

    • PigLove

      02/16/2015 at 1:34 pm

      You are trying to give me a heart attack, right? That was sizzling bacon – OMP! I squealed and hid. Now dad on the other hand found it remarkably wonderful. I think I’ll be hiding in my bedroom the rest of the day my friend. XOXO – Bacon

      • The Mad Hooligan Chronicles

        02/16/2015 at 2:25 pm

        Sorry! I didn’t mean you, of course, my favorite friend!

      • PigLove

        02/16/2015 at 3:09 pm

        Snorts – daddy loved it. Can you believe he even showed it to mommy and she liked it too? Do you think they eat bacon when I’m not looking – gulps. Nah – they wouldn’t do that. XOXO – Bacon

      • The Mad Hooligan Chronicles

        02/16/2015 at 3:45 pm

        They probably want to eat you up with hugs and kisses! I know I would! Ellie

      • PigLove

        02/16/2015 at 4:54 pm

        THAT has to be eat my friends. It just HAS to be it. Daddy has told me today that he loves me so much he wants to eat me up. Snorts – See I knew I was worried for nothing. XOXO – Bacon

  7. gentlestitches

    02/16/2015 at 12:22 am

    I would suddenly feel much better and get and RUNNNNNN!

    • PigLove

      02/16/2015 at 1:35 pm

      Exercise would definitely be good in this time. For sure. I think I would even take it up with you Auntie Sharon. XOXO – Bacon

  8. Lori Fontanes

    02/16/2015 at 7:20 pm

    Next time make sure everyone’s *in* the house before you lock up for the night, okay? 😉 (I’m channeling Fred Flintstone here, methinks.)

    • PigLove

      02/16/2015 at 9:22 pm

      Snorts! Too funny. XOXO – Bacon


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