Welcome my friends to October – we all know what that means. It’s time for Bacon’s Spooktoberfest! A month full of things that go bump in the middle of the night. The strange noises that vibrate through the house. The kind of eerie creepiness that settles in that you just want to run to your room and hide under your bed… Shivers. I almost scared myself. So friends stay tuned to my blog for excitement. This year, we are doing things a little different. We are writing a continuous story for 31 days of Bacon’s Spooktoberfest. So if you miss a day, you can catch up. Have a fun and scary month sweet friends.
And don’t worry, you can always hold my hoof.
Okay not funny. Whoever is doing this, needs stop now.
The rain started again last night around midnight. That’s right. Straight from the hells of hot Summer and let’s jump into the rainy nights of winter. Fall where are you? Mother Nature – what drugs are you taking?
We were all in the living room together. Finally the electricity had come back on and we were watching Jeff Dunham on the comedy channel. How could one possibly be scared of a man talking to himself with his hand up a dummies butt? Right?
And then all of our phones went off that we received text messages – all at the same time anonymous of course – with this lovely picture. We all looked at the basement door like yeah right and ran to my bedroom. That’s where camped out the rest of the night. This staying by ourselves is crap. Yep I said it. Crap! And Hemi was with us and his fur was standing up on edge. It can’t be him, can it?