Bacon’s Tales of Terror

Oh my friends – welcome to my Bacon’s Tales of Terror.  With mom/dad being sick last month in February, I didn’t get a chance to post my Bacon’s Tales of Terror on the 13th. Someone had to take care of the humans.  Knowing that, this month I have a great tale for you.  Something that will make you think twice… make you listen to every bump in the night… something that might make you want to hold my hoof.  If you do, I’m here for you.

This month, I’m sharing a dream that my mommy had one night.  Did you know that a lot of writers get their stories from their dreams.  For instance, Stephen King gets a lot of his tales this way.  Did you know that?  Well, let’s see what you think about mom’s dream.  Best wishes my friends.

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This night was like many nights before of going out to dinner.  It all started with the normal, “I don’t care wherever you want to go” ordeal.  Rolls eyes – you know the constant battle back and forth before finally picking a place to eat.  We picked our local Chick-Fil-A and got a nice secluded table off to the side so we could talk about our days.  Mine about work and Jim about his day at the Hotel Thompson.  Hey, sometimes working at the Hotel Thompson is worse than any job you could pick with the four animals running around playing.  We talked for what seemed like a long time, laughing and holding hands.  I remember that so clearly and it brings a smile to my face.  Things got a little fuzzy after that and I remember going up front to pay our bill.

I kept standing at the counter to pay and the cashier kept taking everyone else’s checks cashing them out except me.  I remember getting a little ticked tapping my toes waiting and waiting.  Finally disgusted with the treatment I was getting, I decided to sit at a booth across from the cash register for the line to go down.  I sat and just people watched.  It’s a great past time of mine but this day was a little different.  People were coming by and shaking their heads and whispering.  I couldn’t hear what they were saying but apparently a lot of people weren’t happy.  Maybe they got the same treatment as I was getting trying to pay my bill?  

The line was shorter at the cashier so I once again got back in line to pay our bill.  And once again, the cashier ignored me.  What was up with this chick?  I finally had enough.  I put the bill on the counter with some money and turned to get Jim to leave.  But Jim was gone.  Where did he get to all of a sudden?  Maybe he found himself out the front door so that was the way I went.  Odd but then again he was still trying to be independent.  

I went out the front door and there was an ambulance in the parking lot. Maybe that accounted for why people were upset inside of the restaurant, whispering and shaking their heads.  That’s when I noticed Jim near the ambulance looking inside of it.  Oh no.  It must have been someone we knew.  I could tell that Jim was crying so I quickly rushed over to find out who it was.  I took his hand into mine and he shivered stepping backwards.  My poor husband.  This had to be someone close to us.  

I looked inside of the ambulance just in time to hear the paramedics calling it and that they didn’t make it.  Oh no.  This can’t be good.  I moved over a few inches to look at who it was before they pulled the sheet over their head.  That was the last that I remember.  It was me!