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31 Days of Spook – The Wood Pile Devil

01 Oct

Welcome my friends to the first day of my 31 Days of Spook!  We love this time of year here at the Hotel Thompson.  It’s one of my busiest months trying to keep all of you my friends in blogville just at the right amount of teeth chattering, sitting on the edge and being scared of your own shadow.  I hope that you stay with me all month and enjoy my 31 Days of Spook.  Today, I start off my tales from a special scary story from my brother Easy.  What exactly was seen that can not be unseen in the middle of the night?  Read the story to find out and be sure to let Easy know your thoughts.  Now, lock the doors and shut the windows… you might even want to turn on a light – boo!

It happened many moons ago to the boyfriend of my mommas friend. That boyfriend had a granny who lived in a small village behind the 7 mountains near Nowheresville. Every year in Shocktober, the people there celebrated a kind of a harvest festival, called Kirmes.  That year, the guy invited his girlfriend and my momma to visit that fest and his granny agreed to let them stay over night.

They celebrated with the people of the small village and the booze ran like the Niagara Falls. After they were well filled, my mom and her friend walked to the home of that granny, placed the empty popcorn buckets next to their bed and fell asleep, while the boyfriend found no end and was glued to the beer-fountain.

In the early morning, they woke up by flashing lights and hullaballoo in front of the house. It was caused by the boyfriend who called the police…

BECAUSE:

As he went home plastered like the yellow brick road, he saw a movement next to a wood pile on the yard of his granny. And he swore by the sun and the moon and the stars and by all brewsky of slice earth that he saw the face of the devil what peeked around that wood pile. He could describe every part of the devilish face and he gave the pawlice all details that they could make a fabulous composite sketch.

Butt the pawlice was eggstremely farouche and they refused to start a dragnet operation. They brought no dogs and hey refused to pulverize the woodpile with machine guns and silver bullets nor would they throw grenades on that pile – Come on pawlice! That’s denial of assistance in an emergency case… and hey, that’s YOUR CHANCE to save the world from the evil.

Sadly the pawlice wasn’t keen to earn endless fame and famousness and after some dingy comments about barflies and drunkards they left the crime scene.  And that pawlice actually had the nerve to send a bill for the pawlice operation… 170 bucks… for nothing.


Yes, I know… if more alcohol than blood runs in our veins, it happens that we see “things”… but this guy was scared to death and he was sober with fear immediately. And also the next day he swore that he saw His Diabolic Majesty in the furs… and even as my mom met him by chance some years later, he told her the same story… and he swore again that he saw the devil….

We don’t know what or whom this guy saw that night, but with his detailed description I made an identikit, just in case you walk home once from a harvest festival …
VIOLA… here we have it …

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14 responses to “31 Days of Spook – The Wood Pile Devil

  1. easyweimaraner

    10/01/2015 at 12:54 pm

    my momma called her friend… yes, she actally married that guy :o) and he is still sure that he saw Mr. D. in pawson behind that woodpile … :o)

     
    • PigLove

      10/01/2015 at 1:04 pm

      Oh my! Now that is some scary stuff brother. I’m glad I had the lights on here when I read that one – shivers. XOXO – Bacon

       
  2. Bell Fur Zoo

    10/01/2015 at 4:18 pm

    We are shaking in our boots over here!! I don’t know if Matt will ever be able to lizard hunt by the wood pile now 😉

    xoxo, Ginger, Matt & Matilda

     
    • PigLove

      10/01/2015 at 4:58 pm

      Snorts! I don’t think I’ll go by our wood pile at all in the backyard. No way. It can stay out there with the devil! XOXO – Bacon

       
  3. The Canadian Cats

    10/01/2015 at 9:24 pm

    Kali and I are upset….thank goodness we don’t have a wood pile but the neighbour does. We will never gp near it again.

    Shoko

     
    • PigLove

      10/02/2015 at 9:26 am

      Snorts! I’m not going anywhere near ours in the back yard. No way! Stay safe my friends. XOXO – Bacon

       
  4. speedyrabbit

    10/02/2015 at 1:15 am

    hehehehe not bad but not scary enough ,next story please hehehe,xx Speedy

     
    • PigLove

      10/02/2015 at 9:29 am

      Snorts! There are some today. I see you are going to be hard one to scare. Don’t worry my friend. I’m sure somewhere along the month, I will GET YOU! Evil snorts. XOXO – Bacon

       
  5. gentlestitches

    10/02/2015 at 5:37 am

    Shivvers! We have a woodpile and I think I will stay clear of it tonight!

     
    • PigLove

      10/02/2015 at 9:30 am

      Oh do Auntie Sharon. We can’t have you seeing the devil out there – no way! XOXO – Bacon

       
  6. katsrus

    10/03/2015 at 10:33 am

    Ohhh that’s scary!
    Sue B

     
    • PigLove

      10/03/2015 at 10:55 am

      I won’t be going near the woodpile by myself any more. No way! XOXO – Bacon

       
  7. Indira

    10/06/2015 at 6:02 pm

    I know you want to scare me but I found it very funny. Enjoyed.

     
    • Piglove

      10/06/2015 at 6:22 pm

      Snorts. I will try harder. XOXO – Bacon

       

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