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.
I’m telling you friends, mom/dad came home late last night. We were all so glad here at the Hotel Thompson. It hasn’t rained here in so long. Everything has just been so fine. The moment mom/dad goes away, of course it has to pour. Of course the electricity has to go out. Of course someone would send us anonymous outrageous texts. Of course. Seriously who have I pissed off? Who have any of us pissed off?
And mom/dad came home, but something is weird with them. They are awfully secretive. Shaking my head. Things are off kilter here at the Hotel Thompson.
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?
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.
The rain continues. With a full moon. One of these days Mother Nature, you are going to want something from us. Nana called to check on us – left a lovely message on the voice mail. We are just fine. Mom/Dad fed us this morning and we are big kids now. But the storm – the storm needs to stop.
The lightning is loud too. It rumbles the Hotel Thompson. About an hour ago, the electricity started flickering on/off. And it got really dark outside. Oh sure – go ahead kick us while we are down. Do you know how hard it is for three anipals not to get into trouble with nothing to do in the house? Nothing to keep us occupied by the sounds of thunder and occasional patches of light from the lightning. And you know what else happens in the dark?
You hear every.single.noise.
Hemi is suppose to be the elite one light on his feet. Hogwash! Seriously, that cat sounds like a freaking elephant walking up and down the hallway. And every little floorboard that can creaked, has creaked this afternoon. I mean like weird creak. Even the frogs aren’t singing outside tonight. Even Houdini was in the kitchen a while ago but with the lightning it looked like his shadow was ten feet tall! It about gave me a heart attack! And believe me, it scared Hemi too. He jumped in the air and twisted around flying back down to the bedroom. He won’t admit it. But he was scared – I’m sure it took one of his nine lives. And hey I’m pig enough to admit it – it scared me. I almost tinkled on myself.
What was that noise? It sounded like a squeak… like a door of some sort. Gulps. What the cream cheese?
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.
That’s just totally awesome. Fabulous. Freaking yay. Mom/dad leaves this morning and what happens. Of course – it storms and rains. What the piggy heavens? Why? Why Karma would you do this to us? The first time us anipals are completely on our own and you decide to let the sky fall out with wet stuff? I hate you.
I really hate you. Mother Nature you are a mean person.
If the televisions and internet go out – we blame you. All totally you. Just sayin’ Give us anipals an olive branch and give us this one weekend please. One nice weekend – no rain. Because if you make it rain, nana will be late with food. And we just can’t have that now can we? That would be the most scariest thing in the world!
Welcome my friends to October 1, 2018 – 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.
Meows – This being left alone for the entire weekend could be a blast! Bacon and Houdini can have their spaces. I want the big bed in mom/dad’s room. That is like the happening place here in the Hotel Thompson. I can watch my Investigative Discovery television channel and bring on all of my kibbles in there. Nana can wait on my paws when she comes to feed us. I may even purr at her once/twice just so she thinks I care… even though I don’t – evil purrs. It’s what I do. Wait a minute, I just got a text with a video. Who would be sending me a video? The number says unknown. That’s weird.
Shivers to meow mercy! Who in the heck would send me something like this?! It has to be that pig. Yep, nods head. It has to be Bacon trying to get my fur to stand up. It just has to be him wanting to see me get frightened. As if. This cat doesn’t do scared. I’ll show that pig. I’m not going to say a word.
Welcome my friends to October 1, 2018 – 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.
Snorts – OMP – the Hotel Thompson all to ourselves. OMP – it’s going to be a blast. The food, the unlimited internet time, the endless phone calls and television time. Squeals with piggy excitement. We will all have our spots – Hemi in the big bed, Houdini in my bedroom and me in the living room. We will all have our own televisions – I’m so excited! I can finally watch all of my ghost shows without them being edited by mom/dad. It will be a blast.
I have to work on my ‘needs list’ for nana when she comes. You know like the basics – Cheerios, animal crackers, bananas, apples, grapes, my salad mix – you know all of the important stuff. And we can’t forget my popcorn – oh no. We *have* to have our popcorn. So there I was working on my list on my computer pounding on my keyboard when the internet started doing something stupid. It would go out and then my screen wold flash and then it would come back.
Gulps. And then I got this Haunted Connection message – what.the.cream.cheese was this about?! A ghost is interfering with my internet connection. Are you kidding me?! This has to be the makings of Hemi. There is no way the Hotel Thompson has a ghost or is haunted. Yeah – it’s Hemi. I’m not saying a word and I’m going to act like nothing is wrong. It has to be that trouble maker the cat.
So last night, there I was in my bedroom. I was all cuddled up in my piggy bed with the lights out pounding away on my laptop working on some stories for my 31 Days of Spook. It was late. Everyone here at the Hotel Thompson was passed out – I knew because I could hear them snoring. Even that little Houdini brother of mine was sawing the logs. I kept having problems with my internet connection. For some reason, the internet kept dropping off from my laptop. Mom has shown me in the past how to reconnect it and refresh it. Nothing worked though on this night.
Finally I knew it was time to pull the sheets up over my head when I got this message. UUMM – I’m good. I think I’ll go to sleep now. Have you ever gotten this connection before on your computer? Shivers and squeals!
Some friends of ours in the deep south here took a picture of their home a couple of weeks ago. When they were looking at the pictures, they saw something that kind of stood out for them. They didn’t see it while they were taking pictures of their house. Do you see it? Would you go back into your home if this was your crib?
Hello my little horror fans. Thank you for staying with me during this 31 Days of Spook. Today, let’s talk about haunted houses.
When I think about the most haunted house here in the United States, the first one that always comes to mind is the Myrtles Plantation in St Francisville, Louisiana. Today, it’s a quaint little bed and breakfast. But before, there was an ugly past that took place that made it the spook fest that it is today.
Back in the day of plantations, there was a despicable thing that southern plantation owners did and that was called having slaves. It was a horrible act to ‘own’ another person just because of the color of your skin. Thank goodness that those days are long behind us and we have progressed to the point of not ‘owning’ someone ever again.
But back in the day of the Myrtles when Mark and Sara Woodruff owned the plantation, they had many slaves, one in particular was Chloe. Chloe was caught eavesdropping on a conversation of the Woodruffs. For punishment, one of Chloe’s ears was cut off and she wore a green turban to hide it. Chloe, to say the least, was very upset over having one of her ears cut off.
In order to get even, Chloe baked a birthday cake containing the extract of boiled and reduced oleander leaves, which are extremely poisonous. Her plan was to make Mr. Woodruff sick but it backfired. Only Sara Woodruff and her two daughters ate the cake and all three of them died from the poison. All of the other slaves were very upset over Chloe doing this and supposedly they hung Chloe and then threw her body into the Mississippi River.
To this day when the circumstances are just right, you can see Chloe wearing her green turban walking through the Myrtles Plantation or the grounds. And, if you look closer, you can see the Woodruff children playing on the front porch just like they did when they were alive.
And there are rumors about a mirror in the plantation. Shivers. This one had my fur standing straight up on edge. Back in the day, when there was a death in the family, people covered all of the mirrors in the home. Perhaps with everything going on with Chloe and the three deaths, a mirror that hangs in the foyer got forgotten. It’s rumored that this mirror holds the spirits of Sara Woodruff and her two children. So if you are visiting the plantation and primping in this mirror, give it a close look. You might see some little hand marks on the glass.
But let’s now stop here with Chloe. There are still others that haunt the plantation. The house itself is reported to be built over an Indian burial ground. Legend is there is a ghost of a young Indian woman that can be seen around the grounds.
And during the Civil War, the house was overtaken by Union soldiers. It’s claimed that there were three soldiers killed in the house in the doorway. There in the doorway is a blood stain where the three soldiers were killed roughly the size of a human body that will not come clean. Legend states that people that try to use a mop or broom on that one particular area are unable to push the mop or broom in that one spot.
Have you had enough of this plantation yet? Is your fur standing on edge? Let me end with one more story of the Myrtles Plantation.
There is also the ghost of William Winter. He was shot on the front porch of the plantation. He came back inside and crawled up the stairs to the 17th step where he collapsed dead in his wife’s arms. Often, you can see a ghost walking or crawling up the stairs and disappearing on the 17th step. Doesn’t this make you want to go ghost hunting now?
Today we are focusing on a spook in Chicago ion an area where my Aunt Tina lives. Buckle in for some bumps and scares. Enjoy – don’t be scared now – BOO!
Givens Castle / Beverly Unitarian Church
The Givens Castle was originally built in 1886 as a residence by Robert Givens. Givens was real estate developer and wanted the house to be a replica of a castle in his native Ireland. Some say that Givens built the home for his fiancee who died before the house could be finished. Maybe that accounts for why Givens only lived in the castle for 8 years.
Around 1894, the castle turned into the Chicago Female College. It is reputed to have had a student die in the 1930’s from flu.
During the 1960’s, the castle was turned into the Beverly Unitarian Church. A janitor once reported that he had a conversation with a woman who disappeared from sight. Their conversation was about the house and how much it had changed over the years. The janitor saw no footprints outside in the snow and all of the doors were locked. Where did she go? Was it the student that passed away from the flu?
The pastor of the church at the time was a woman who claimed she saw a pair of hands touch her husband’s waist. Even more, the pastor thought the hands were those of a woman. The husband never felt a thing. During this time as well, there were reports of a candle being seen through windows when nobody was present in the building.
Unexplained noises have also been attributed to the ghost and a former pastor said that he often tried to track down the source of the noises but was never able to.
Miniature pot bellied pig and friends - Bacon, Houdini, Hemi and all of the Rock Clan with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel all out looking for adventures from the Hotel Thompson.
Okay not funny. Whoever is doing this, needs stop now.
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