Bacon’s Tales of Terror

 Welcome my spooky friends to another edition of Bacon’s Tales of Terror.  They say that a picture can say a thousand words… sometimes eerie ones at that.  For instance, just sitting down to dinner can be interesting to say the least.  Talking about your day might sometimes not be with just your family.

Do you see anything in this picture?  How many ‘people’ do you see?  Three or maybe four?  The next time you sit down to the table, are you going to leave out a chair for someone that might want to visit… someone that miss their own family?

Oh and new friends to my blog.  This is just a taste of my 31 Days of Spook coming up in October.  Every day in October, I post something eerie and strange.  My Bacon’s Tales of Terror comes around every month on the 13th.

 

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.

 

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.

 

Where in the World is … ?

Do you know Waldo?  Do you recognize the iconic red/white striped shirt, the matching bobble hat, those glasses?

Waldo is based on a series of children’s books created by British illustrator Martin Handford.  Books have pictures of numerous different types of people as illustrations with Waldo thrown into the mix somewhere.  Readers of the books are challenged in finding Waldo – thus Where’s Waldo?  In the USA, we love to find Waldo.

In fact, true story – one time mom and my Aunt Tina stopped in a Hooters I believe somewhere in Louisiana.  They were eating, not much drinking had started – snorts, when Aunt Tina spewed beer all over mom laughing.  After mom wiped off, Aunt Tina told mommy three o’clock.  If you didn’t know, that’s girl talk for look to your right but do it without being too noticeable.  Mom looked at her three o’clock and almost peed in her pants from laughing.  A guy was sitting all alone at a high top table and looked just like Waldo – all the way down to his red/white shirt and glasses.  It was too much for them.  They couldn’t stop laughing.  Aunt Tina actually took a picture.  I’m so going to have to find that picture to share with ya’ll.  It was a snort of a good time for those two in Hooters.

You’re probably asking yourself, “Pig, why are you talking about Waldo?”  Well, I’m glad you asked my friends. This brings us to the most important question of the month – okay maybe not the *most* important but close to it.

Where’s Bashful?  That’s right.  Where in the World is Bashful, my international rolling pet stone?

Bashful has taken flight to his next undisclosed secret destination host family.  Where will he go?  What troubles will he find?  What misadventures will he get into?

His time at the Hotel Thompson was cut short this layover.  I think there was a lot of tension in the air between Princess Coralena and Rockelle fighting for Bashful’s affection.  I think Bashful just wanted to get away from both of them to think about what he wants in life.

This time is interesting.  Both ladies are being very polite right now.  We shall see what this separation does for all of them.

So, Where in the World is Bashful?

 

Bacons Tales of Terror

Count Baconula is back my friends!  Thank you so much for the overwhelming results of my poll on bringing back 31 Days of Spook next October 2014.  I had such a ball with it this year!  A suggestion was made by Easy at http://easyweimaraner.wordpress.com/ to maybe come up with a spook once a month.  Me and the humans discussed  it and what do you know – they agreed.  Thanks Easy!

It was further discussed what day could we do a spook posting.  Mom immediately said the 13th – I mean isn’t that the best day of the month?  Evil 13th – snorts.

So, today I bring you Bacons Tales of Terror – my first edition on the 13th.  I hope you enjoy it my friends.

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Today I’m going to talk about things that go bump in the night here at the Hotel Thompson.  This is a true story – I’ve actually heard it myself.  The first time it happened was about a year ago.  Mom, dad, the purr things and I were all sitting in the living room and it was early afternoon.  It was storming outside and the electricity had just went off.  The living room was dark, the rain was hitting the windows and you could hear the clapping of the thunder that was shaking our house.

Everyone is accounted for and out of the blue we heard a squeak.  It wasn’t a mouse or a toy.  We don’t have squeaky toys because someone – looks around innocently – likes to chew the toy until the squeak comes out and dies.  Therefore, we don’t keep anything ‘squeaky’ in the house because it might be a choking hazard for one of us anipals.  It was loud.  We couldn’t figure out where it came from.  And we all heard it because we anipals jumped on the floor to search for it.  It sounded like it was right in the room with us.  It was strange to say the least.  Shortly after, the electricity came back on at the house.  Weird but we wrote it off.

Then about six months later, it was late at night and we were all camped out in mom/dad’s bedroom on their bed.  It was quiet, there was no television on and mom/dad were just talking.  We heard it again.  And again it sounded like it was right in the room with us.  The same before – a loud squeak – and all of us anipals jumped up from a sleep position to standing up on the bed wondering where it came from.  We were mystified.

It’s happened twice now.  I’m not sure what it is or where it is coming from but it’s there.  It doesn’t sound like a ‘squeaky toy’ per say.  It doesn’t sound like one of us anipals “squeaking”.  It doesn’t sound like a mouse “squeaking” – it would be a huge mouse if it was my friends!  It happens quick and we never know when.  Both times it was towards nightfall, one time was a storm outside.  It’s just one weird sounding squeak and it seems to be in the room where we all are at the time.

Makes you wonder.  Do you have strange sounds in your home?  Things that go bump in the night that you can’t figure out?