Boo! 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.

And then dad said to mom, “Hey, let’s go to Camp Crystal Lake this weekend?”  Thud – piggy down.  Dad, I will pay you back with this date.  Really, I will.

Happy Friday the 13th my friends.  

 

 

 

Bacons Tales of Terror

My dear friends – today is a very special day.  Why do you ask?  Well today is Friday the 13th.  And guess what?  It’s the only Friday the 13th we will have this year in 2016.  See, I told you it was special.

So I looked far and near and found a very special story for you my friends.  Are you ready?  Here’s my hoof in case you need to hold it.  This one might just send shivers up and down your spine and leave your night light on tonight when you go to bed.

 This woman – lets just call her Judy – was in the hospital.  Every morning when the nurses would check on her and ask her how she slept the night before, she would tell them she had an awful night.  That a little girl kept coming into her room wanting to play.  And although she was sick, Judy loved children and would stay up play with the little girl for hours.  Well the nurses told Judy that there were no little children on the floor and at that time of the night no one should be visiting.  Judy shook her head and was adamant that the little girl was coming every night to play.

Later that night just like clock work, the little girl showed up again in Judy’s room.  Before the little girl could get all the way in the room, Judy snapped a picture with her cell phone.  What do you see in this picture my friends?

 

Bacon’s Tales of Terror

Welcome my friends to my monthly Bacon’s Tales of Terror.  

Today we have a great one for you.  You see this is something that I saw.  Me and mom were going through some neighborhoods in her Smart car.  You know just driving around hoping that the flow of the car would make us sleepy.  What?  Yes we do that.  Mommy needs help sleeping sometimes – snorts.

So there we were on a back street and that’s when I saw this.  I started snorting… of course after I ducked down from being scared.  What the heck was that?  Mom had to make a circle and come back for a second look.  That’s when she saw it.  She would have ducked too but being in the Smart car there wasn’t much room.  So then we had to make a third circle.  You know to get it on camera.

What the heck were these people thinking?  What the heck is that?  A bird bath?  A head?  A head in a bird bath? Who lives at the house – Satan?  The Munster family?  The Adams Family?  Do birds really “drink” from that fountain?  All great questions.  What would YOU do or feel if that was in your neighborhood?  Would you walk by the house during the day?  What about night?  Would you be brave enough to walk to the door on Halloween?

 

Bacon’s Tales of Terror

Welcome my friends to my monthly Bacon’s Tales of Terror.  Not only is it the thirteen this month, it’s Friday the 13th.  Does that make it scarier for you?  Are you afraid of Friday the 13th?  You might want to buckle up your seat belt my friends.  Today’s Bacon’s Tales of Terror is coming straight from the Hotel Thompson.  A true story that will make you second guess what you are looking at in your own home.  A story that might make you shake and shiver… and run to your mother.

You see when mom and dad first got married they had two purr things, Hemi and Tybee.  They were brothers from the same mother and one would never think so.  Hemi is a Hemingway, you know a polydactyl purr thing, and he is orange and white.  Tybee was grey – long haired and definitely mom’s purr thing. Tybee passed away in 2009 from feline leukemia.  It was totally unexpected as he had been tested twice for the disease.

Well the other morning, I was calling for mommy to wake up for work and to feed me.  She gets up, feels and sees Hemi between her and dad in the bed.  She also feels Mouse Girl (our other purr thing) at the bottom of the bed near her feet.  Gets up and walks around the bed seeing Mouse Girl and then walks out of the bedroom shutting the door.  She opens my bedroom door and we proceed to the front room where she turns on lights.  Once she turns on lights, she sees Mouse Girl lying on the couch fast asleep.

Now this fully wakes her up.  How can Mouse Girl be asleep on the couch when she saw and felt her asleep on her feet?  This isn’t the first time something like this has happened.  Mom and dad both have felt a purr thing rubbing against their legs… like Tybee used to do.  Mouse Girl and Hemi don’t do that.  And once, mom took a picture in the bedroom of the bed and there was an outline of a purr thing in the picture on her side which was not on the bed.

Do you believe in anipal ghosts?  Have you ever experienced an anipal coming back to visit with you?

 

Bacon’s Tales of Terror

Today, we have a really special tribute.  Today is Friday the 13th – cue scary music!  Do you know that there is only ONE Friday the 13th in the entire 2014 calendar year?  That makes this day extra spooky and scary.

Do you have a fear of this day?  Are you superstitious?  Here in the United States it is thought that bad luck falls upon you on Friday the 13th.  But did you know that in Spanish speaking countries, Tuesday the 13th is a superstitious day for them and considered bad luck.   

Many hotels and tall buildings even skip the 13th floor… just in case of bad luck.  It’s also bad luck to have a party with 13 people… have you read Agatha Christie’s book Thirteen at Dinner?

Did you know that fear of the number 13 is called triskaidekaphobia while fear of Friday the 13th is known as paraskavedekatriaphobia.

Did you know that President Franklin D. Roosevelt suffered from triskaidekaphobia?  He wouldn’t travel on the 13th day of any month and don’t even think about having a party with 13 guests.

Some people even think that Friday the 13th goes back to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.  Supposedly they think that Eve offered Adam the forbidden fruit on a Friday and they were then cast out of Paradise.

And think about the movie marathon we are going to have tonight here at the Hotel Thompson.  Not listed in any particular order but you know we are going to be watching some gory horror flicks to include:  Nightmare on Elm Street, Paranormal Activity,  Saw, Psycho, The Shining , It and of course Friday the 13th.

I’m off now. I’ve got to go cross my hooves.  Avoid some black cats.  Not look at the moon through a pane of glass and throw some salt over each shoulder.  Be careful my friends 🙂

 

 

 

Bacons Tales of Terror

 Hello my friends – Count Baconula here for Bacons Tales of Terror – on today this Friday the 13th – insert evil scary music.  Today, we have a good one.  An actual true story into terror.  Are you ready?  Do you think you can withstand the horror?  Buckle up my friends, this is a good one.

Daddy, he’s a tough kind of guy. He used to play football in his younger days.  You know a rough and tumble kind of guy who doesn’t freak out or get scared that easily.  Us anipals at the Hotel Thompson know this about him. He’s a toughee.   Well, you know sometimes it’s the little things that can bring down a big guy.

Take for instance earlier in the week.  Daddy has routine that is more structured than mine – well it seems that way.  He did his morning chores and then jumped in the shower like he always does.  That was his first mistake – taking a shower.  His second mistake – leaving the door open to the bathroom.  Insert evil snorts and evil purr sounds.

Me, Hemi and Mouse Girl stood outside in the hallway.  It was a secret mission that we put together.  Since I’m a miniature pot bellied pig, I was too big for the mission.  Mouse Girl, well she didn’t have the gusto for the mission either.  But Hemi, Hemi is the Fear Factor purr thing here at the Hotel Thompson.  He took the mission and ran with it.

Mouse Girl stood as a look out in the front room just in case someone came in… I know not likely to happen but still.  I took the look out in the hallway.  Hemi started up his ninja moves and we could hear the theme to Mission Impossible starting to play.  He went left then right and slowly inched his way to the side of the tub.  We could all hear daddy singing off key with not a thought or fear to the world.

Then Hemi maneuvered his little acrobatic feline body into position on the tub ledge right in between the inside shower curtain and the outside decorative curtain.  I looked at Mouse Girl and she gave me the go ahead.  I slowly tiptoed on my hooves into the bathroom and swatted Hemi’s tail that was hanging down for the go ahead.  I then slowly edged myself back out of the bathroom.

About that time, Hemi took his extra large paws and with three swipes hit daddy in the buttocks.

When I tell you that daddy screams like a girl, I’m not lying.  If he was a cat, I think he would have used eight of his lives in that single moment.  In fact, I don’t think us anipals here at the Hotel Thompson have even heard mommy scream like that.  I’m surprised it didn’t crack the bathroom mirror.

It’s a good thing daddy was almost finished with his shower.  He could hardly walk out of the bathroom.  His idea of fast was a snail’s pace because he was shaking so bad.  Of course, we all acted innocently.  We were all in the front room watching television like, “What up dad?”

Of course, he knew what we did.  That was abundantly clear when he called mommy and told on us.  The funny thing, I think I heard mommy laughing on the other end of the phone.  She said we did him good – real good.  I guess she was thinking we got him back for all of his jokes this week with the Christmas decorations.  Snorts.

So the next time you are taking a shower, remember a couple of things.

 (1) Shut the door and LOCK it;

(2) Men do scream like girls;

(3) Make sure you know where your anipals are.  They watch television and movies too. 🙂

Happy Friday the 13th my friends!

 

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.