It's  Friday the 13th (9-13-13) I think to myself this might not be good 13 written twice.
I start to imagine what all could go wrong.
I might fall and break a mirror,perhaps bring 13 years of bad luck or more.
The black cat that passes my path might be a panther, my heart starts to beat faster.
If I step on the crack in the sidewalk, it might get bigger and swallow me in it's depths.
I imagine some more ridiculous things, Freddy and Jason might have another Brawl in my closet and crash through my wall.
I have a sense of dread, as I remember scenes from the Final Destination Movies.
I than rise out of bed and recall that I am not superstitious after all!