Friday the 13th

Just last week I was riding in a car with a group of friends and I was just singing and talking until my friend turned around and was making it obvious to me that he was holding his breath. I wasn't really sure why until he dramatically pointed to the cemetery we were passing. I'm not an especially superstitious person. I enjoy the thrill and excitement of being scared. The idea of superstition is not really based on any logic or reason. I think it's silly, so I turn it into something fun! :)