Bacon’s Tales of Terror

13 Feb

Today I have a really good tale just 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.


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26 responses to “Bacon’s Tales of Terror

  1. franhunne4u

    02/13/2016 at 2:55 am

    Oooh, babysitter scare-stories … Those are mean. As they are told to impressable aged girls and those sit kids in a home they don’t know and at a time when they usually are safe at their own homes these stories work long after they have been told. Read a real mean one on urban myth the other day – about a babysitter who got calls after the children were put to bed, telling her to go and look for the children.
    She kept getting those calls, but she did not go up but phoned the police instead who told her to get out of that house, asap – not going up … the children were found with slit throats later – and the killer was waiting for the babysitter to kill her, too.
    It was just an urban myth, though. And I am pretty sure this one is, too.

    • Piglove

      02/15/2016 at 3:50 pm

      It does still make for a great story though huh for my Tales of Terror 🙂 XOXO – Bacon

      • franhunne4u

        02/16/2016 at 1:04 am

        Of course it does!

  2. easyweimaraner

    02/13/2016 at 5:39 am

    My mom has a coulrophobia caused by a little circus clown what gave her wet pants…and therefore we still prefer Burger King or Quick before we enter Mc D. …Ronald is sure the Twin of Bozo and Pennywise… I bet the clown-person who killed the family is the same one who scared my momma in that circus… a circus is a good place to hide after a crime…

    • Piglove

      02/15/2016 at 3:51 pm

      This is true brother. My mom says that she has never met a clown yet that she liked and didn’t give her the shakes. There’s just something about that drawn on happy face… shivers to mergatroid! XOXO – Bacon

  3. katsrus

    02/13/2016 at 7:48 am

    Sends shivers. Scary story.
    Sue B

    • Piglove

      02/15/2016 at 3:51 pm

      Thanks my friend! XOXO – Bacon

  4. Sheila Englehart

    02/13/2016 at 8:16 am

    Perfect example of trusting your gut!

    • Piglove

      02/15/2016 at 3:53 pm

      Amen to that my friend. XOXO – Bacon

  5. Skyler Braveheart

    02/13/2016 at 8:28 am

    For Lard’s sake, you can’t stop there! You must finish the story….Mama has all her calming meds set out……

    • Piglove

      02/15/2016 at 3:53 pm

      Snorts with evil piggy laughter. XOXO – Bacon

  6. Tails Around the Ranch

    02/13/2016 at 9:51 am

    Yikes, no wonder I can’t stand clowns! Happy Valentine’s Day, Bacon. Hugs and kisses from Sam and ღe. ❤

    • Piglove

      02/15/2016 at 3:55 pm

      aaww Back atcha my sweet friends. XOXO – Bacon
      P.S. And no we don’t like clowns here either – shivers

  7. dorysbackyard

    02/13/2016 at 12:25 pm

    “Shivers”….Mama hasn’t trusted clowns since she read about Pennywise in that scary SK book!!
    Dory, Jakey, Arty & Bilbo

    • Piglove

      02/15/2016 at 3:56 pm

      Oh shivers – I agree my friends. Clowns are scary – it has to be all of the make up. XOXO – Bacon

  8. dogdaz

    02/13/2016 at 12:34 pm

    Oh my. I won’t sleep tonight.

    • Piglove

      02/15/2016 at 3:57 pm

      I didn’t … snorts and shivers. I’m sorry my friend. XOXO – Bacon

  9. The Canadian Cats

    02/13/2016 at 5:14 pm

    Eww…I’ll have to hide under the bed when mom leaves. Mom and I don’t like clowns anyway and this is the clincher.


    • Piglove

      02/15/2016 at 4:12 pm

      I’m sorry my sweet little friend. I don’t like clowns either – shivers to mergatroid. XOXO – Bacon

  10. lexitheschnauzer

    02/13/2016 at 6:21 pm

    We do not allow clowns in our house. Ever. Mom has read a lot of SK also.

    • Piglove

      02/15/2016 at 4:16 pm

      My mom too my friends. Clowns are scary with their big ole smiley faces and big shoes and honking noses. Shivers! XOXO – Bacon

  11. gentlestitches

    02/14/2016 at 12:34 am

    HaHa! That was a great scary story! Don’t ever allow your parents to hire a pigsitter again! 😀

    • Piglove

      02/15/2016 at 4:16 pm

      Nope. Not going to happen Auntie Sharon… unless that pig sitter is YOU. Winks and oinks. XOXO – Bacon

      • gentlestitches

        02/15/2016 at 5:31 pm


  12. Lori Fontanes

    02/15/2016 at 9:56 am

    Aieeeeee!!!! Clowns are the scariest!!! Babysitter stories, too! Wait, did I sleep too long and it’s Halloween already? Or is Valentine’s Day/Presidents Day a new spooky story thing? I’m sooooo confused!!!

    • Piglove

      02/15/2016 at 4:33 pm

      Snorts with piggy laughter. Clowns and baby sitter stories are so chilling – shivers. You are not dreaming. My Tales of Terror always comes out on the 13th of every month. It just so happened to fall on the holiday weekend – maybe that’s what the presidents are telling us – HIDE. Snorts with piggy laughter. XOXO – Bacon


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