Yesterday, I used to be strolling previous the excessive wood fence of a psychiatric hospital after I heard a wierd, excited chanting coming from contained in the courtyard.
“13, 13, 13!” a crowd of voices yelled in good unison time and again.
Intrigued and questioning what on earth they have been celebrating, I walked nearer and observed a tiny knothole within the wood planks—simply large enough to peek by way of.
Because the chanting grew louder and extra frantic—”13! 13! 13!”—I leaned down, pressed my face towards the fence, and peered by way of the opening to see what was taking place.
All of a sudden, a finger shot straight by way of the hole and jabbed me proper within the eyeball!
As I stumbled backward, clutching my face in absolute agony, an enormous cheer erupted from behind the fence as the group enthusiastically restarted their chant:
“Fourteen, fourteen, fourteen…”
