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One day to go before All Hallow’s Eve so time to bust out the ghost story!

Of all places to find a bacon ghost story, this one is from tinycatpants.com. Yes, tinycatpants.com…

Years ago a couple, the Andersons, moved to a little house on Ordway. Their neighbor was a little old man named Tim Macon, who lived alone now that his wife had died and his children had moved north.  He was a perfectly delightful neighbor. He’d come over to help Mrs. Anderson dig bulbs.  He could be counted on to watch the dog while they were on vacation.  And when Mr. Anderson needed someone to stand under the hood of his old beater with him, Mr. Macon was knowledgeable and brought beer.

And one day, Mr. Macon died.  He sat down to rest on the swing on his front porch and never woke back up.  It was as mild a death as one might have.  Which is, perhaps, why it didn’t seem to slow him down.

When the new neighbors moved in, the wife came running over to the Andersons’ one morning, almost in tears.

“I smelled bacon,” she said, as she started to calm down.  [Read more →]