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Bacon’s Tales of Terror

 Welcome my friends to another Bacon’s Tales of Terror.  I hope the spooks and goblins haven’t been chasing you down… too much – snorts.  Today we have a situation that could happen to the best of us.  Something that would scare most of us… or would it?

 Here you are walking down your street minding your own business thinking of pleasant things.  Perhaps thinking of what to have for dinner or visiting a friend ‘just down the street’.  Then all of a sudden the wind picks up, the trees start to sway and out of the blue the clouds start to come over head.  You pick up your pace a bit because you know all heck is to break loose overheard.

Then that’s when you hear it.  After every step, you hear a step behind you.  You quickly turn but there’s no one there but the wind and leaves swooshing about.  It gets darker.  Then you pass a drainage hole in the sidewalk and you look down.  Oh my piggy heavens… is that a hand coming out?  What do you do?  A double take at the ‘hand’?  Do you pick up your pace hearing the steps behind you getting closer?  Do you scream?  Do you run?  What do you do my friends?

 
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Posted by on 06/13/2015 in Bacon, Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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Bacon’s Tales of Terror

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

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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?

 
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Posted by on 05/13/2015 in Bacon, Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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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?

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Posted by on 02/15/2015 in Bacon, Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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Bacon’s Tales of Terror

Today for my Bacon’s Tales of Terror I have a little something to share with you that has a twist to it.  It’s not about ghosts, cemeteries or things that go bump in the night.  Before you say it’s not scary then, finish reading and then you decide.  But don’t say that I didn’t warn you.  This is weird scary.  Blow your mind scary.  Makes you think scary.

You see last month, mom and dad took me to the beach FINALLY (which is another posting for another day – snorts).  Every morning, they went to a local breakfast place.  It was awesome.  And I can say that from first hoof experience because they brought me back a piggy bag 🙂

One morning, a different waitress came to take mom and dad’s order.  Mommy kept staring at her and finally asked her when she was having a baby.  The waitress went silent. The waitress then said she was blown away.  She had just found out the day before that she was pregnant and it was something that her and her husband had no idea.  Mommy talked to the waitress a few more minutes about the situation.

Later on, daddy asked mommy about what happened.  Mommy said that when the waitress was taking their order, mom smelled baby powder and had a visual of a baby wrapped in blue.  And by the way, this is the second time my mom has done this.

So there you go – weird or what?

 
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Posted by on 11/13/2014 in Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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31 Days of Spook – Jokes Anyone?

Welcome my fellow goblins to my 31 Days of Spook.  Today, I’m going to the lighter side of horror.  Let’s tickle that ghost bone and see what happens, shall we?

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

 
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Posted by on 10/12/2014 in 31 Days of Spook, Bacon

 

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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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This Is What Nightmares Are Made Out Of

My Aunt Tina recently emailed me something frightening – I mean out of this world frightening.  So frightening that I should have saved this post for one of my Bacon’s Tales of Terror postings.  Deep breaths here.

Here you go – may I present to you what my Aunt Tina found in the Chicago, Illinois area – Choco-Bacon-Bar – piggy down – THUD.

Someone save me.  I may need mouth to mouth to resuscitate me.  I understand milk chocolate.  But milk chocolate with BACON BITS?!  Oh dear piggy heavens.  I need all my bacon bits.  I can’t afford to lose my bacon bits.  Someone help a pig out here!  It’s not good being on the food chain – squeal!

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Posted by on 07/25/2014 in Bacon

 

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Bacon’s Tales of Terror

Welcome back my friends to Bacon’s Tales of Terror on this 13th of the month.

Today, I want to talk about superstitions – that’s great for a 13th posting isn’t it?  Snorts.

Did you know that back in the day, breathing ‘in’ was interpreted as breathing in life while sneezing was interpreted as a swift exit of your essence or soul.  If your soul left your body through a sneeze then you would die without your soul.  This was the basis for further superstitions about sneezing throughout the centuries.

Do you tell people that sneeze, “God Bless You?”  This is actually a practice that is practiced all over the world and dates back to February 16, 590 AD.  Pope Gregory the Great decreed that prayers must be said to fight against a deadly plague in Italy at that time.  The plague was associated to be fatal by those who sneezed.  Telling someone, “God Bless You”, after they sneezed would protect people from the effects of the plague.

Saying, “God Bless You” can also be linked to around 1665 during the black plague in Europe.  Violent sneezing with the black plague was the sign of the end of the disease and death was certain to follow.  The pope made it a law so those that sneezed would be blessed due to their soon-to-be death.  It was also during this time that cover one’s mouth with their hand or cloth was put into place in order to stop the spread of further diseases.

In 17th century England if someone sneezed, people around them would remove their hats, curtsy or bow and wish them, “God Bless You”.  In the 1800’s in England, this poem came out:

Sneeze on Monday – sneeze for danger.  

Sneeze on Tuesday – kiss a stranger.  

Sneeze on Wednesday – sneeze for a letter.  

Sneeze on Thursday – something better.  

Sneeze on Friday – sneeze for woe.  

Sneeze on Saturday – a journey to go.  

Sneeze on Sunday – your safety seek – for Satan will have you for the rest of the week!

There is good luck also associated with sneezing:  if you sneeze between noon and midnight; if the family cat sneezes; if two people sneeze at the same time; if you sneeze twice in a row; or if you turn your head right when you sneezed.

But there’s also bad luck associated with sneezing:  if you sneeze in the morning while getting dressed; if you turn your head left while sneezing; if you sneeze three times in a row and someone is talking bad about you while sneezing four times is the sign of a cold.

 

Contributions to the Psychic Library on this information on sneezing superstitious.

 
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Posted by on 07/13/2014 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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31 Days of Spook – Day 27

Hello friends – welcome to Day 27 of my 31 Days of Spook.  I’ve been holding out on you.  I have seen the scariest most horrifying video of my entire existence.  I saw this video and literally fell over passing out and bumping my little noggin.  I woke up and it was still playing.  I squealed LOUDLY and trust me a pig squealing is not something you want to hear in the confines of the Hotel Thompson.  I ran through the hallways trying to find mommy.  It was *THAT* terrifying.  Mommy held me and I was shaking so bad in her arms from being scared that I did something that I haven’t done since I was a piglet.  I peed on her.  It was that frightening.  She was very understanding knowing that I was scared little oinker.  She was trying to calm me down and talking so softly to me.  She asked me what happened and I couldn’t even talk our pig talk.  All I could do was take her to my bedroom and show her.  She saw the video on my laptop.  Let me tell you something, that mom of mine passed out like the leaning tower of Pisa.  She hit the floor with a good wallop.  So hard that daddy came running into my room.  And then he saw the video and fell on the floor beside mommy.  There all three of us were shocked at what we had seen.  The horror.  It was more terrifying than ghost stories.  More terrifying than Freddie or Jason.  Shivers.

Be WARNED – this is some scary video.  Here you go.

 

NOTE:  I was not harmed in the making of this video.  I am alive and well at the Hotel Thompson – snorts.  

 
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Posted by on 10/27/2013 in Bacon

 

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