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31 Days of Spook – Food Ghosts

Aaww my friends.  How was your weekend?  Did you hear every sound, every bump in the night, did you jump at your shadows?  We are almost at the end of our wonderful 31 Days of Spook.  I hope you have enjoyed my stories and guest submissions.  We here at the Hotel Thompson look forward to this month all year long.

But today, I have a little story for you that happened here at the Hotel Thompson this weekend.  Something that actually took place.  You see, last night after dinner we all hung out in the front room watching some television.  That’s when it happened.  Someone – and I’m not mentioning names cough snort squeal – expelled a little shall we say gas.  It happens.  Right?  Well mommy looked at me and said, “What was that Bacon?”  Now, knowing how this month on my blog it’s special without hesitation I told her exactly what it was.

“It’s a food ghost mom.  It’s coming back to haunt me.”

 
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31 Days of Spook – The Ghost and Mr. Chicken

Today is one that is close to our hearts here at the Hotel Thompson.  Today, we focus on one of the all time greatest movies, “The Ghost and Mr. Chicken”.  What, you don’t believe me when I say it’s scary?  Let’s discuss shall we.  What is a hero – snorts.

This movie came out in 1966 and starred Don Knotts as Luther Heggs.  It starts off with Luther driving down the street and hearing screams of, “Murder, murder” from a neighbor.  He takes pictures, gets the story from the neighbor and then goes to the local police station to report the crime.  While he’s reporting the crime, who walks in but the local ‘victim’.   The town thinks he’s a laughing joke.  And to top everything off, the full time writer for the paper, Ollie Weaver, lives in the same boarding house as he does and tells everyone over breakfast the next morning about what Luther did the night before.  This is also the time that you get to meet Ollie’s girlfriend, Alma Parker, who Luther has a secret crush with.

Poor Luther.  He works as a newspaper typesetter and wants to be a reporter so bad.  The staff of the newspaper want to increase sales and sees an opportunity for Luther to help out…even if it’s a joke  Ollie challenges Luther to spend the night in the local haunted Simmons mansion on the 20th anniversary of the murders that took place in the home.  The story was that Mr. Simmons murdered his wife and then jumped to his death from the organ loft of the home.  Legend says that you can still hear the ghost of Mr. Simmons still playing the organ at night, a haunting macabre tune.  Luther takes the bait and accepts the challenge of staying in the haunted house all by himself.

So the night comes and Luther goes into the haunted Simmons mansion.  He looks around and you visibly see that he’s scared by his shaking.  He settles down on the sofa in his sleeping bag for the night.  At midnight, it starts.  Luther hears the old organ begin to play from the loft.  He goes up to the loft area and sees the organ playing the haunting melody by itself.  He runs down the stairs and sees the painting of Mrs Simmons on the wall with hedge clippers sticking in it and ‘blood’ like material dripping out of it.  The newspaper starts flying off the shelves of Luther’s story of his night in the haunted Simmons mansion.  So much so that Nicholas Simmons (the nephew of the deceased couple) sues Luther for libel.  When it goes to court, the judge orders the courtroom to the Simmons mansion at midnight to prove Luther’s story.  Nothing happens and Luther looks like a fool.

Everyone leaves the house except for Luther who is moping around feeling sorry for himself.  Soon after, the organ begins to play the haunting macabre tune from the loft area again.  Luther runs upstairs and behold he sees Mr. Kelsey (who is the newspaper janitor) playing the old organ.

Mr. Kelsey and Luther talk about what happened and guess what?  They confront Nicholas Simmons and we learn that he was the one that killed his aunt and uncle and have been trying to cover the story all of these years.  How did he get away with the murders you ask?  There was a secret passage from the study up to the organ loft that had been his alibi.  Mr. Kelsey knew the secret and wanted Luther to be the one to open the case wide open.  Just by luck, Luther knocks out Nicholas Simmons with a body slam and becomes the local hero.

And yes.  Luther even got a girl out of the ordeal.  He marries his secret crush, Alma Parker.  As they say their “I do’s”, the organ starts playing all by itself the haunting macabre tune that was being played in the Simmons mansion.

It’s a great movie, one that is watched many times here at the Hotel Thompson.

 

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Gotta Catch ‘Em All

Has the Pokemon craze hit Bashful… literally?? XOXO – Bacon

Evil Squirrel's Nest

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BASHFUL: Oh, wow!  I can’t believe I can really play Pokemon NO! with Evil Squirrel’s ancient cellphone!  This is gonna be so much fun!  As long as I don’t accidentally fall off the table or get run over by a stray unicorn….

Bashful is on the trail of small, imaginary anime monsters from the 90’s… and it isn’t long before he encounters his first Pokemon!

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BASHFUL: Oh boy!!!  I found a Pokemon!  I win!!!!  Now to catch another one…

UMBREON: (Snickering) FOUND a Pokemon…. yes, I guess you have.  But CAUGHT a Pokemon…. I don’t think so.

BASHFUL: You haven’t seen my mad Pokemon wrangling skills yet, Dumbreon!  You’re as good as in my Pokejail!

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UMBREON: The rock vastly underestimates me.  I guess not all shiny black creatures can be as clever and crafty as I am.

BASHFUL: Oh, and what talents do you have besides glowing in…

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Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – My Halloween costume is ready. What do you think?  Meows. Signed Tuna

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Dear Tuna – I love the way you think my friend. I think I could use that costume too.  Bravo on your creativity!

 

 


 

Dear Bacon – I don’t get it.  Everyday at the zoo, I come out to greet the humans.  They all make Batman jokes.  I just don’t get and understand it.  My name is Ben not Batman.  Do you get it and if you do can you please explain this to me.  Shakes bear head.  Signed Ben

Dear Ben – Smiles and oinks.  You see my friend there is the superhero called Batman.  Batman’s symbol is like the one on your chest.  You are Batbear!  Snorts with piggy laughter.  I think personally that is a HUGE compliment.  You have the same markings as a superhero.

That makes *you* a superhero my friend.

Think about that.  You have talent.  I say work it up for all it’s worth and have fun with your markings.


Dear Bacon – This means war.  All day every day.  You do know what I’m talking about, right?  I refuse to become a chicken nugget.  I’m a rebel with a cause.  I’m the extreme free range chicken.  Unite with me and stand with the cause.  Signed Rebel with a Cause

Dear Rebel with a Cause – I’m so with you.  I would stand beside you for your cause.  I would even add my cause.  I refuse to be a pork meal in any shape or form from bacon to pork chops and anything in between.  If we don’t stand up for our rights,ele who will?  I say we have a meet up at Old McDonald’s Farm on Highway 42 at midnight to talk about our stand.  I’ll start making posters and hanging them in all of the fast food restaurant bathrooms ASAP.
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Dear Bacon – There is always that one person in the hood that is your arch enemy.  So yes I have eaten little more lately than usual.  It’s summer. It’s hot.  There’s nothing else to do but eat.  Maybe perhaps I shouldn’t have eaten that last dog biscuit.  I went outside to take care of some business and while coming back in I got stuck in a compromising position.  I swear someone shrunk my doggy door.  And then there is that one friend-enemy that snuck up behind me and drew a happy face on my butt.  Really?  Don’t push me and help guy out, embarrass him instead.  What an idiot.  When I get out of this position, he is so going to pay.  What do you think?  Signed Two Faced

Dear Two Faced – Give me a second to gain my composure.  I’m not laughing at you.  I’m laughing with you at the situation.  It could very well be this little porker stuck in the doggy door.  While your friend-enemy was drawing on your butt perhaps you should have told him to kiss while he was back there.  At least he wasn’t talking behind your back – snorts.  And don’t worry, I’m sure you will get even.  You know what they say about karma – it goes around  Don’t forget that okay.


Due to Halloween, we are repeating some of our more hilarious letters.  Hope you enjoy my sweet friends❤

 
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