Welcome my friends to another great issue of
Bacon’s Tales of Terror
This month we have another true story. Can you imagine that? Wait until you read it – shivers. We couldn’t believe it here at the Hotel Thompson when we first heard about it. This story comes from some close friends of ours – Stacey and Bill. Enjoy and remember I’ll let you hold my hoof if you need to.
Stacey and Bill are great friends with my mom/dad. They call or visit at least once a week. They are animal lovers just like mom/dad. They have a couple of cats called Heathrow and JFK – shakes piggy head. I know. I know. Where do some people get these names? Mom/dad assure me that there is a long story behind the names.
Well the other day apparently Stacey and Bill were in their bedroom getting ready for work. They had their bedroom door shut to keep the cats out. Stacey was sitting on the side of the bed talking to Bill and they were having a conversation. At one time, Stacey started laughing. Bill asked what she was laughing about. Stacey said that JFK was under the bed and had reached out grabbing her ankles like he usually does. Bill got this funny look on his face and went to the bedroom door opening it. When he does this, in walks Heathrow.
Bill turned around with a shocked look on his face. That’s when it dawned on Stacey and her smile dropped from her face and she lifted her feet off of the floor. You see, JFK had passed away the week before. So who grabbed Stacey’s ankles?