It was Friday the 13. I didn’t really believe in that kind of stuff. I knew it was all made up child stories. My friends and my mom and dad tried to scare me but they couldn’t do it. I wanted to go outside but my mom old me that there were “evil spirits” outside. I laughed at her but was still angry I couldn’t leave. I opened my computer to see what to do. I stumbled upon a story…

It was about a mask that was said to belong to a Joker that died in a sudden injury when he did a trick on the balcony of the castle.  They say that on Friday the 13th that if you find the mask something bad will happen to you. I shook my head in disbelief. It was a stupid story. What ever that was it must’ve been created to scare people. I walked out to my room in to the living room and turned on the TV. Nothing good of course. I turned around and nearly jumped…

I realized how stupid I was. I knew it was my brother trying to scare me. There was a mask on the drawer next to the lamp by the door. I walked over and stopped in front of it. It was just a story chill out. I reached for the mask but I heard my mom coming down the stairs. I stuffed the mask under my shirt and ran out into the backyard. My mom would kill me if she saw me with something as creepy as this. I looked at the moon. It was a full moon. Suddenly, the mask started to shake…

I looked at it. It looked like it was just a vibrator, “What a stupid joke” I tossed the mask on the grass and headed for the door. I felt something touch my shoulder. I turned around and almost fainted. It was a joker. Wearing the mask I had tossed onto the grass. This definitely wasn’t a joke. The joker grabbed my hands a glared at me. “What tricks can I do with you?” It smiled and threw me on the ground. He stared down at me with eyes as red as blood. My shoulder was hurting and my ankle was twisted…

The Joker snatched up my neck and held me up to its face. I tried to struggle but I couldn’t breath. My throat was getting closed up. I though that I was going to die right them but it let me go and next thing I knew I was in a box. I knew what it was. It was one of those boxes that you put swords in. I screamed and banged the insides of the box furiously. I heard scratching and sharpening…

He was sharpening swords! Now I was really going to die. I moved away from the sound into a corner and curled up into a ball. A sharp blade cut through one end and was left there. I knew another and another would keep coming until I died. Another came in and was right by my leg . They kept coming and I jumped when one was right in front of my face…

I got up and stood in the middle looking for a way to get out. I realized that I was standing in the wrong place. I tried to move but it was too late. He struck a sword through the top of the box. Right where I was sitting.

No one ever ventured out on Friday the 13 ever again. 

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