Why are we so afraid of Friday the 13th? What makes it so different from Thursday the 12th, or Wednesday, the 11th? Perhaps it simply stems from our fear of the unknown. Up until the age of 12, our world is fairly finite. We’re children. We have a home and family. We think we know it all. And then — that 13th year of life, things begin to happen. We start growing hair in places we didn’t know it could grow. Voices change. Body parts metamorphose. Hormones start to ricochet and we become that most terrifying creature of all, a teenager.
We’re simply conditioned to be afraid of the number 13. Everything comes in 10s and 12s. A dozen of something is good; 13, not so good. Sometimes bad things happen and we just can’t explain why. And that makes us afraid. Maybe it will happen to me. Maybe it will happen on Friday the 13th.
Instead of fearing the day, embrace it. Go to the pound and adopt a black cat. Black cats are euthanized all the time because few people want to adopt them. Black dogs, although not considered particularly unlucky, share a similar fate, so how about making Friday the 13th the luckiest day of their life for some deserving fuzzy companion?
Throw a Friday the 13th party and serve Bloody Mary’s, show Friday the 13th movies and hold a séance to contact deceased relatives. Dig out your old Ouija board and interrogate the spirit world. Order a pizza and answer the door wearing a goalie mask when the delivery guy shows up.
Or if you just don’t feel that creative or motivated, don’t worry; we gotcha covered. Come on down to Cutting Edge Haunted house for a Friday the 13th evening that nightmares are made of. What better way to celebrate than laughing and screaming till you cry and wet your pants? Why just watch scary movies when you can be right in the middle of one? And don’t forget to bring a change of underwear…