When you think about Friday 13th, what is it to you, Halloween all over again or something more...sinister I would say. Well, after hearing this story, you shall know the truth.
Two days before Friday the 13th...
Tracy’s family was preparing for their first family day, which was Friday, and her mother thought it was a good idea to celebrate the “festival” and was convinced that they would have a lot of fun. “ Is Tracy back from school yet?” Tracy’s father asked as he yawned and ambled down the stairs. He got no reply to the question with an obvious answer. Tracy who just walked out of the toilet, suddenly felt excited for their family day as they had invited 10 more close relatives to celebrate Friday the 13th with them...
A day before Friday the 13th...
After jumping onto her bed, Tracy fell deep asleep, only expecting that after passing this night of sleep, would come a fun day tomorrow. “The 1st to rise shall be the 1st to die... the day of blackness shall...” “Ahhhhhh!” Tracy screeched at the highest pitch she could manage. “Are you ok my dear?” Tracy’s mother asked after opening the door to Tracy’s room. Tracy nodded her head though her face was as white as a sheet of paper.
Friday the 13th...
13 people sat around the round dining table as the enjoyed the food. After finishing most of the food, Tracy’s mother went to get the dessert, Tracy followed. She recalled the dream she had made last nigh, she sprinted towards we mother but it was to late, she tripped on the kitchen counter and fell to the ground, hitting the ground headfirst. A pool of crimson blood flowed out her head as she lay motionless on the ground. Tracy ran back to the round table to get help but no one was there, everyone had disappeared and she fainted. On that very day, Tracy and her mother died...
To be continued...
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