Bacon’s Tales of Terror

 Welcome my friends to another Bacon’s Tales of Terror on the 13th.  You do know that I search everywhere for just the right story to bring to you.  Something scary.  Something a little strange and macabre.  Something that makes the little hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention.  You know – just for oinks and snorts. 🙂

Well this month is no different.  I came across something that totally freaked out this little oinker.  Then I showed it to mom and she went oohh weird.  Then, I knew it was the perfect story to bring to you – my friends in blogville that like a little bit of the bizarre.  So I hope you enjoy this little tidbit as well we did.  Remember the next time you get up in the middle of the night and hear things that go bump in the night, some times you can’t see things they may be looking at you.  Shivers and good day.

 

Bacon’s Tales of Terror

Welcome my friends to my monthly Bacon’s Tales of Terror.  Usually I have this posting on the 13th of the month but it got a little delayed with the holiday.  Hope all of you had a sweet and loving Valentine’s Day.  But now, let’s talk about something opposite of sweet and loving.  Let’s talk about scary and horror shall we?

It’s winter time outside.  We’ve all experienced the weather – the cold – the snow – the rain.  The non-stop up and down of the weather.  Hot one day.  Mild the next day.  Cold and wet the next day.  All of this which causes us to be sick and stuck in bed.

So there you are one evening, stuck in bed being sick.  You’re coughing and sniffling and perhaps drinking some orange juice.  Anything to make you feel at least one bit more of a human.  Then it happens.  With the storm outside brewing up, the electricity goes off.  All is now quiet and dark.  But you’re okay.  You’re tucked away all warm in your cocoon of blankets in your nice comfy bed.

Then the rain starts up.  The gentle swish at first but then the winds come in to play.  Now you hear the tap-tap-tap against your bedroom windows and on your sliding glass door that overlooks your secluded backyard.  But hey you’re fine all tucked in your bed.

The winds get stronger.  The rain gets louder.  The thunder comes out play.  You hear scratching at your sliding glass door.  But it’s okay you tell yourself.  It’s probably the rain and maybe a little sleet is mixed up with everything.  You shrug your shoulders, blow your nose and get more comfortable.  But the scratching noise gets more persistent with the storm.  But it’s still okay with you because at this point in your life in being this sick, death would be welcome you joke.  You finally fall asleep.

You awake the next morning feeling somewhat better, not as congested and the storms have passed.  You sit straight up in your bed, stretch and look out your sliding glass doors.  What do you see?  Hand marks coming down from the top like in this picture.  You remember all of the scratching noises from the night before that you thought was the rain and/or sleet.  Was someone trying to get in?  Did they see you laying in your bed?  What do you do my friends?  What do you do?