Welcome my friends to my Bacon’s Tales of Terror. Today, I have another true story. Something that happened to my mom that I want to share with you. Are you ready? Do you think you can stand the chills and bumps? Here’s my hoof if you need to hold it sweet friends.
Do you remember several months when we had the awful news that Mouse Girl had passed away here at the Hotel Thompson? You can read about it here. This happened so out of the blue. Mouse Girl was fine and then she was not. The day that mom/dad came home from the vet’s office, they were both just torn apart. Mom had called Fozziemom and they were talking about what happened. This is where it gets weird and strange. During their conversation, I was in the front room with mom along with Houdini and Hemi. There was a kitty that started meowing out of the blue. It was so strong and so loud that even Fozziemom heard it and asked about it. Mom was looking straight at Hemi and it was not him. The meow was strong and loud – like an adult kitty. Everyone was bewildered.
Mom went to the front door and looked outside. On the porch she saw a kitty perhaps just a couple of weeks old and the strong meowing was coming from that kitty. Mom told Fozziemom she was going to investigate and would call her back. Mom went straight outside perhaps only a couple of minutes went by from mom seeing the kitty, hanging up and going outside. That’s when she found it – nothing. No kitty. Nada. Not even a trace. What the heck?!
Our neighbor Big Daddy was sitting out front. Mom asked him if (A) he heard it or (B) he saw it. He saw and heard nothing which was odd because the kitty was right there. Mom then asked the kids that were playing in front of the house if they heard or saw the kitty. Nope. This kitty was gone in less than 60 seconds – vanished. Mom searched around the front yard, around the bushes and nothing.
The kitty has never been seen or heard again since this date. Now is that weird or what? Was it Mouse Girl saying goodbye? Thoughts?
Oh my friends – welcome to my Bacon’s Tales of Terror. With mom/dad being sick last month in February, I didn’t get a chance to post my Bacon’s Tales of Terror on the 13th. Someone had to take care of the humans. Knowing that, this month I have a great tale for you. Something that will make you think twice… make you listen to every bump in the night… something that might make you want to hold my hoof. If you do, I’m here for you.
This month, I’m sharing a dream that my mommy had one night. Did you know that a lot of writers get their stories from their dreams. For instance, Stephen King gets a lot of his tales this way. Did you know that? Well, let’s see what you think about mom’s dream. Best wishes my friends.
This night was like many nights before of going out to dinner. It all started with the normal, “I don’t care wherever you want to go” ordeal. Rolls eyes – you know the constant battle back and forth before finally picking a place to eat. We picked our local Chick-Fil-A and got a nice secluded table off to the side so we could talk about our days. Mine about work and Jim about his day at the Hotel Thompson. Hey, sometimes working at the Hotel Thompson is worse than any job you could pick with the four animals running around playing. We talked for what seemed like a long time, laughing and holding hands. I remember that so clearly and it brings a smile to my face. Things got a little fuzzy after that and I remember going up front to pay our bill.
I kept standing at the counter to pay and the cashier kept taking everyone else’s checks cashing them out except me. I remember getting a little ticked tapping my toes waiting and waiting. Finally disgusted with the treatment I was getting, I decided to sit at a booth across from the cash register for the line to go down. I sat and just people watched. It’s a great past time of mine but this day was a little different. People were coming by and shaking their heads and whispering. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but apparently a lot of people weren’t happy. Maybe they got the same treatment as I was getting trying to pay my bill?
The line was shorter at the cashier so I once again got back in line to pay our bill. And once again, the cashier ignored me. What was up with this chick? I finally had enough. I put the bill on the counter with some money and turned to get Jim to leave. But Jim was gone. Where did he get to all of a sudden? Maybe he found himself out the front door so that was the way I went. Odd but then again he was still trying to be independent.
I went out the front door and there was an ambulance in the parking lot. Maybe that accounted for why people were upset inside of the restaurant, whispering and shaking their heads. That’s when I noticed Jim near the ambulance looking inside of it. Oh no. It must have been someone we knew. I could tell that Jim was crying so I quickly rushed over to find out who it was. I took his hand into mine and he shivered stepping backwards. My poor husband. This had to be someone close to us.
I looked inside of the ambulance just in time to hear the paramedics calling it and that they didn’t make it. Oh no. This can’t be good. I moved over a few inches to look at who it was before they pulled the sheet over their head. That was the last that I remember. It was me!
Today I have a really good tale just 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.
Squeals with piggy delight. My friends I have scored the ultimate story for your today on my Bacon’s Tales of Terror. Mommy has helped me to get in touch with Mr. Dave Schrader. If you know anything about the paranormal field, you will recognize the name. Dave Schrader does a talk show where he is the host and producer of Darkness Radio. If you haven’t heard of his show, you *must* check it out for chills and thrills. Dave Schrader has also been seen on television with Zak Bagans on Ghost Adventures, co-hosted the show Paranormal Challenge with Zak Bagans and has made contributions to Ghost Hunters TAPS ParaMagazine. Dave Schrader currently lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
We are VERY excited to present a story from Dave Schrader today on our Bacon’s Tales of Terror. Now, settle back and enjoy my friends!
It was August of 2005 and our radio show was entering its 8th month on the air when I received an invitation to be a part of a psychic and shamanic exploration at Thayer’s Bed and Breakfast in Annandale, MN. Since I have no psychic bones in my body, I thought I would check it out and see if I could learn something new and tap into some psy experience for myself. I would be surrounded in a peaceful environment with mediums, psychics and shamans at a well known haunted location. This might be my best chance yet to witness some interesting phenomena.
I say quietly watching people mill about, discussing what they were picking up on, what spirits they sensed and generally soaking in the atmosphere. During my observation, the resident cat – a large fluffy white beastie – decided I was its new friend and would not leave my side, lap or feet. It stuck to me like I was made of tuna. I stroked the cat like an evil Bond villain as I sat and watched a fascinating scene unfold before me of shared experiences, giddy claims of ghostly presence and some chilling moments as part of the group relayed a story about the creepy man on the top floor that leapt to the wall and skittered up and across the ceiling like a Victorian Spider-Man.
Next came an extraordinary experiment. We were all going to tap into ourselves, meet our spirit guides and do a Shamanic journey. We laid upon the ground, spread eagle and not touching ourselves or others nearby while Hanakia Zedek gently beat a drum to some soothing music and in his deep voice guided us to a meditative trance. By this time, the room lights had been dimmed and the room had been cleared of all cats, kids and other distractions. We were to just BE in the moment and experience the darkness, the music and open ourselves to contact with our totem, spirit guides or loved ones.
As I lay trying to quiet my mind and the senseless chatter that usually clutters it, I found myself getting more restless, unable to attain the nirvana our leader wanted us to achieve. That was when my furry friend found his way back to my side. He would nuzzle my hip and flop on my hand seeking affection and attention. I would pet him for a few seconds than push him away so I could try to slip into a deep meditation, but my kitty companion wasn’t having it. He kept purring, nuzzling and pushing against me.
After 20 minutes or so all with my eyes closed, I finally relented and began giving him the love he craved. My hands scratching the deep fur bringing about even more purrs and nuzzles. I began to wonder how much longer this foray into futility would continue with our Shamanic leader. Obviously I was not going tobecome more enlightened or have a profound moment. I opened my eyes and glanced down to see which cat was so desperately in need of my attention. My eyes widened, my hand stopped mid scratch and I froze. I could feel the cat purring, pushing against my leg and hand simultaneously but to my utter amazement, there was no cat there.
I paused assuming my eyes were playing tricks on me and that they had just not adjusted properly to the low light setting. I closed them tightly, drew in a deep breath and began digging deep into the fur of phantom friend once more. I opened my eyes a second time and there was my hand, hovering mid-air, stroking….emptiness. There was no cat to bee seen, but I could feel and hear it. Within moments, the drumming stopped and the lights began to lift as they adjusted the dimmer switch, our journey to the ether-world was at an end yet here I was stroking an imaginary cat.
The crowd milled about in a semi comatose state. My brain raced trying to make sense of what had just happened to me. I was afraid to speak up for fear of looking like a fool despite the wild claims I had heard from other experiencers all night long. Then I heard the group begin to discuss their personal reflections of the drumming and meditation when one of the people spoke up and said, “How about the ghost cat?” Many in the group admitted to seeing a ghostly cat all night long checking us out and stalking the room. Still I stood silent.
“He was sure curious about what we were doing. I heard the owner say her favorite cat passed away a few weeks back, its nice to know he still calls this home.:” I was astounded, did I just spend 30 minutes petting a specter? I don’t even like cats I thought to myself, why did he mess with me?
The crowd dispersed and a few days later I got an email from a girl that also attended the event. She had laid to my immediate right and she informed me she knew I had an experience and she had been petting that same cat all night. We had been ping ponging the cat between us for the evening when we would try to focus on the guided meditation and brush it off, it would move to the other one of us. That was one of the first truly amazing experiences I ever had that was more than a fleeting moment that could easily be explained away and I will cherish that forever.
– Dave Schrader
Friends – we hope you enjoyed our special guest today. We would also like to throw a great huge THANK YOU to Dave Schrader for taking time to share his story. You rock!!
This month we have another true story. Can you imagine that? Wait until you read it – shivers. We couldn’t believe it here at the Hotel Thompson when we first heard about it. This story comes from some close friends of ours – Stacey and Bill. Enjoy and remember I’ll let you hold my hoof if you need to.
Stacey and Bill are great friends with my mom/dad. They call or visit at least once a week. They are animal lovers just like mom/dad. They have a couple of cats called Heathrow and JFK – shakes piggy head. I know. I know. Where do some people get these names? Mom/dad assure me that there is a long story behind the names.
Well the other day apparently Stacey and Bill were in their bedroom getting ready for work. They had their bedroom door shut to keep the cats out. Stacey was sitting on the side of the bed talking to Bill and they were having a conversation. At one time, Stacey started laughing. Bill asked what she was laughing about. Stacey said that JFK was under the bed and had reached out grabbing her ankles like he usually does. Bill got this funny look on his face and went to the bedroom door opening it. When he does this, in walks Heathrow.
Bill turned around with a shocked look on his face. That’s when it dawned on Stacey and her smile dropped from her face and she lifted her feet off of the floor. You see, JFK had passed away the week before. So who grabbed Stacey’s ankles?
Let’s talk about Subway today. Not just any Subway but the Subway located in Dodgeville, Wisconsin. This building that is now the Subway used to be a Harley Davidson shop owned by Mr and Mrs Forbes. Back on the night of April 13, 1984, the couple went out driving when a car load of young men driving too fast, over 100 mph, crashed into the Forbes car killing everyone involved.
Today, Mrs. Forbes haunts the Subway building. She is know to throw items off shelves, she sets off beepers on the doors, cuts sandwiches and calls out employee names. She is even know to appear at the cash register with a stern look on her face. And when she appears, she has a foul odor.
Today, I want to hear you laugh while you are afraid. Let’s go to the lighter side of horror. Let’s tickle that ghost bone and see what happens, shall we? Let’s start with some jokes and end with a favorite song of mine – I hope you enjoy it my little spooks!
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What do you get when you cross Bambi with a ghost? Bamboo
When do ghosts usually appear? Just before someone usually screams
What do you call a ghost with a broken leg? Hoblin Goblin
What do you call a ghost in a torn sheet? A holy terror
Three vampires walk into a bar. One vampire says, “I’ll have a pint of blood”. The second one says, “I’ll have the same”. The third one says, “I’ll have a pint of plasma”. The bartendar says, “So, that’ll be two bloods and one blood lite.”
How can you tell if a vampire has been in a bakery? All of the jelly has been sucked out of the doughnuts.
What type of dog does every vampire have? A bloodhound
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.
It’s that time of the year my friends. The time that I start working on my 31 Days of Spook for October 2015. Every day in October 2015, I will highlight everything spooky, things that go bump in the night, the “boo’s” that yell at you and I will ask you intriguing questions that keep you on the edge of your seat. This is the third year that I will be doing this and it does take some time to get together all of the different stories. I hope that you enjoy it as much this year as you have in the past.
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Like last year, I’m taking submissions for stories (true or not) that you have experienced. Perhaps there is something spooky about an area in your town. A supposed haunted house or spooky cemetery. A legend that is known in your area.
If you would like to be highlighted during my 31 Days of Spook, send me an email at Bacon.Thompson@gmail.com
I will need your name, blog address (if applicable) and story. I will email you back a date/time that you will be highlighted on my blog in October 2015. Stories can be marked anonymous – but I will need your name for my records okay. Can’t wait to see everything in October – BOO!
It’s that time of the year my friends. The time that I start working on my 31 Days of Spook for October 2015. Every day in October 2015, I will highlight everything spooky, things that go bump in the night, the “boo’s” that yell at you and I will ask you intriguing questions that keep you on the edge of your seat. This is the third year that I will be doing this and it does take some time to get together all of the different stories. I hope that you enjoy it as much this year as you have in the past.
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Like last year, I’m taking submissions for stories (true or not) that you have experienced. Perhaps there is something spooky about an area in your town. A supposed haunted house or spooky cemetery. A legend that is known in your area.
If you would like to be highlighted during my 31 Days of Spook, send me an email at Bacon.Thompson@gmail.com
I will need your name, blog address (if applicable) and story. I will email you back a date/time that you will be highlighted on my blog in October 2015. Stories can be marked anonymous – but I will need your name for my records okay. Can’t wait to see everything in October – BOO!
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.
Today, I want to hear you laugh while you are afraid. Let’s go to the lighter side of horror. Let’s tickle that ghost bone and see what happens, shall we? Let’s start with some jokes and end with a favorite song of mine – I hope you enjoy it my little spooks!
third one says, “I’ll have a pint of plasma”. The bartendar says, “So, that’ll be two bloods and one blood lite.”
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?
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