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Bacon’s Tales of Terror

Oh my friends – we have an excellent Tale of Terror today on this 13th. It’s so scary, that I scared myself while typing it out for you to read. Are you ready? Do you think you can handle this today? It’s definitely a nail biter. You might want to turn on the lights. Don’t say I didn’t warn you my friends – enjoy.

Becky finally met her one and only – the man of her dreams. Not only was he good on the eyes but he was charming, had a great job and a great home. His house, that he referred to as his ‘bachelor pad’, was just a miniature mansion that had been in the family for years. They had only been dating for nine months but the day Josh proposed to Becky was one of the happiest days of her life…almost. They were in the drawing room and upon her saying yes to his question, a dove flew into the window breaking his neck. Should that have been a sign? A warning of such?

Becky moved into Josh’s home and started making it hers. Little by little, she put a feminine touch on it – adding pictures, flowers and dreaming of the day she would be married to Josh. Once she moved in though, that’s when the little things started. A slam of a door. A framed picture of her and Josh falling off the wall and across the floor shattering. Cabinet doors opening. Noises. All of this happening when she was alone. It was strange. Even one day when Josh was leaving, he had forgotten his phone. She ran out the front door to give it to him. She could have sworn she saw a woman in the back seat of his car. Was it just her imagination?

Then one night, they were in bed together and something woke her. When she opened her eyes, she could have sworn she saw a woman in a wedding dress walking out of their bedroom. She must have been dreaming… well that’s what she thought anyway.

The next day when Josh came home, he dropped his bag in the living room where she was sitting and a picture almost fell out. She reached down to pick up the picture and it was a woman. Why would her fiancee have a picture of another woman in his bag? She questioned him. That’s when he told her it was his wife. Wife?! His deceased wife. His deceased wife who fell down the stairs and broke her neck in that very house.

Of course that bit of news put a little ice on the situation. The next day after Josh went to work, a neighbor came over to talk to Becky. She told Becky that things weren’t as they appeared. The deceased wife was a good friend of hers and that was actually her house. Becky didn’t want to believe such things and asked her to leave. Upon her leaving, she gave her a cut out news article telling about the woman’s death and how the husband was actually a suspect. What?! What had she gotten herself into? He couldn’t have been. Instead of leaving, she stayed to discuss this with him. There’s always two sides to every story and she was in love with him.

When he came home, the questions began. He said it was his deceased wife’s house but he inherited it and thus it was a family home. And he was upstairs taking a shower when his wife fell down the stairs. He had nothing to do with it. Would you have believed him?

They went to bed that night and Becky couldn’t sleep. She just stared at him thinking and replaying everything in her mind about the information she had learned. Finally she got up to go downstairs to watch television to get her mind off of the situation. Upon her going down the staircase, she saw what appeared to be a woman laying at the foot of the stairs. The ghost like woman got up and floated up the stairs towards her. She was frozen in fright. The woman stopped in front of her and she could have sworn she heard, “Look in his nightstand”. Then the woman disappeared.

Now, she was not only seeing things she was hearing things? She went back into the bedroom and went to Josh’s nightstand. Taped underneath the top of the shelf of the night stand was an envelope. She quietly removed it and went downstairs to open it in the kitchen. When she did, she took off her engagement ring and left it on the kitchen counter with the paperwork. She left that night with the clothes on her back and never looked back.

What exactly was in the paperwork? It was a life insurance policy on her, Becky, for $250,000.00 – something she didn’t even know Josh had taken out on her.

Story premise care of My Haunted House

 
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Posted by on 08/13/2014 in Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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Bacon’s Tales of Terror

 Welcome my friends to Bacon’s Tales of Terror!

I make it a point of mine to surf everywhere possible for something that is spooky… something that is scary… something that keeps us on our hooves, paws or toes.  This month on the 13th, I’ve come across an actual sign that was posted in London Underground by the Mayor.  I couldn’t pass this up.  I had to share.

So the next time you see someone on the rail that doesn’t quite look “naturally”, perhaps you should do a double take to see if they are still there.  Happy Spooks my friends!

 
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Posted by on 05/13/2014 in Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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Bacons Tales of Terror

Hello my spooky friends. Since the 13th this month falls on the weekend, a Sunday at that, I thought I would twist things up a bit.  I want you to look closely at this picture below.  A wonderful, dark, mysterious abandoned house.  It actually looks like it might be falling apart.  Is it haunted?  I’m not sure if there’s things that go bump in the night.

Here’s the question, would you spend a night in this home?  By yourself?  Would you?

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Posted by on 04/13/2014 in Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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Bacons Tales of Terror

Welcome to my 13th Tales of Terror.  Today I have a really good one 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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Posted by on 02/13/2014 in Bacon, Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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Bacons Tales of Terror

Count Baconula is back my friends!  Thank you so much for the overwhelming results of my poll on bringing back 31 Days of Spook next October 2014.  I had such a ball with it this year!  A suggestion was made by Easy at http://easyweimaraner.wordpress.com/ to maybe come up with a spook once a month.  Me and the humans discussed  it and what do you know – they agreed.  Thanks Easy!

It was further discussed what day could we do a spook posting.  Mom immediately said the 13th – I mean isn’t that the best day of the month?  Evil 13th – snorts.

So, today I bring you Bacons Tales of Terror – my first edition on the 13th.  I hope you enjoy it my friends.

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Today I’m going to talk about things that go bump in the night here at the Hotel Thompson.  This is a true story – I’ve actually heard it myself.  The first time it happened was about a year ago.  Mom, dad, the purr things and I were all sitting in the living room and it was early afternoon.  It was storming outside and the electricity had just went off.  The living room was dark, the rain was hitting the windows and you could hear the clapping of the thunder that was shaking our house.

Everyone is accounted for and out of the blue we heard a squeak.  It wasn’t a mouse or a toy.  We don’t have squeaky toys because someone – looks around innocently – likes to chew the toy until the squeak comes out and dies.  Therefore, we don’t keep anything ‘squeaky’ in the house because it might be a choking hazard for one of us anipals.  It was loud.  We couldn’t figure out where it came from.  And we all heard it because we anipals jumped on the floor to search for it.  It sounded like it was right in the room with us.  It was strange to say the least.  Shortly after, the electricity came back on at the house.  Weird but we wrote it off.

Then about six months later, it was late at night and we were all camped out in mom/dad’s bedroom on their bed.  It was quiet, there was no television on and mom/dad were just talking.  We heard it again.  And again it sounded like it was right in the room with us.  The same before – a loud squeak – and all of us anipals jumped up from a sleep position to standing up on the bed wondering where it came from.  We were mystified.

It’s happened twice now.  I’m not sure what it is or where it is coming from but it’s there.  It doesn’t sound like a ‘squeaky toy’ per say.  It doesn’t sound like one of us anipals “squeaking”.  It doesn’t sound like a mouse “squeaking” – it would be a huge mouse if it was my friends!  It happens quick and we never know when.  Both times it was towards nightfall, one time was a storm outside.  It’s just one weird sounding squeak and it seems to be in the room where we all are at the time.

Makes you wonder.  Do you have strange sounds in your home?  Things that go bump in the night that you can’t figure out?

 
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Posted by on 11/13/2013 in Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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Cue Scary Music – It’s Friday the 13th


You know, normally this day would not bother me.  BUT, thanks to daddy I’m a nervous wreck this morning.  For some odd reason, mommy gave him control of the television remote last night thus he picked movie night.  He picked – you got it – Friday the 13th.  Mommy tried to warn me that it wasn’t pig rated and I should go to my room and watch my television.  I didn’t listen because I’m a big pig.  Why didn’t I listen??  After the movie, which I might add is oh so scary!, dad gently reminded me that today is Friday the 13th.  Gee dad, thanks so much for that wonderful and so caring reminder.

Today’s not scary.  It’s just a date, right.  Repeat after me.  It’s just a number.  Numbers are not scary.  Numbers are our friends.  Right?  I’m trying to convince myself you that there is nothing wrong with today being that evil Friday the 13th.  Really… it’s just a date.

There’s lots of Fridays in the month.  There’s a 13th in every month.  It happens every month.  So what’s the big deal?  Who am I trying to convince?  Today is a scary day.  It’s Friday the 13th!  I’ve watched the movie and what has been watched can not be unwatched.

And dad, he is milking this day for all of what it is worth.  He is SO not helping.  I know you are just paying me back for all of the times that I have ‘barked’ and oinked at you.  For all of the times that I wouldn’t share mommy with you.  I know pay back is bad.

But really, I woke up to this mask hanging on my bedroom door.  Are you trying to give this little pig a heart attack so early in the morning?  You knew I was already flipping out with the date and the movie.  Bad daddy – bad!

Then daddy, if you really are my daddy – snorts, you fixed me breakfast this morning.  I should have known you were up to no good by doing that.  You never fix me breakfast – always mommy.  And everyone, you’re probably thinking that was real sweet of ole dad doing that, right?  Until he called me for breakfast.  “Jason, your breakfast is ready.”  Really?  You’ve gone just too far with that one dad of mine.

Dad got mom up for the worky place this morning.  Can you believe that dad had the nerve to bring up sending me to piggy camp?  What, my head went up fast.  What did I hear?  Why?  I gave dad the one eyed slant glare.  What was he up to?  I’ve barely made the outside back yard and you have piggy camp in mind?  Mom was hesitant as well.  I’ve trained her.  And then dad said where.  Camp Crystal Lake – thud – piggy down.  Dad, I will pay you back with this date.  Really, I will.

Happy Friday the 13th my friends.  

 

 

 
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Posted by on 09/13/2013 in Bacon

 

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