• 13 Freaky Facts About Friday the 13th

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 3:25 pm**

LiveScience.comLiveScience.com wrote:Does Friday the 13th freak you out? If so, hold on to your rabbit's foot extra tight, because there are three of these supposedly unlucky dates in 2012, and today (April 13) is one of them.

Read on for 13 strange facts about this day of superstition.

1. This year is a special one for Friday the 13ths: There are three of them: Jan. 13, April 13 and July 13. The freaky thing? The dates fall exactly 13 weeks apart. That hasn't happened since 1984.

2. If that scares you, you may have paraskavedekatriaphobia (also known as friggatriskaidekaphobia). Those are the scientific terms for fear of Friday the 13th. Triskaidekaphobia is fear of the number 13.

3. It's not clear when or why Friday the 13th became associated with bad luck. The association may be biblical, given that the 13th guest at the Last Supper betrayed Jesus. His crucifixion was the next day, apparently a Friday. Or maybe 13 suffers from coming after the more-pleasing number 12, which gets to number the months, the days of Christmas and even the eggs in a dozen. (There are also 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 gods of Olympus, 12 labors of Hercules, 12 tribes of Israel and 12 apostles of Jesus.)

4. Whatever the reason, fear of 13 has spread far and wide: Hotels and hospitals often skip the 13th floor, and even airports quietly omit gate 13 sometimes.

5. The next year in which we'll have three Friday the 13ths is 2015. They'll fall in February, March and November.

6. If you think your Friday the 13th is likely to be bad, be glad you aren't a 14th-century Knight Templar. On Oct. 13, 1307, officers of King Philip IV of France raided the homes of thousands of these Crusades warriors, imprisoning them on charges of illegal activities. Though the charges weren't proven, more than a hundred died of terrible torture, according to "Tales of the Knights Templar" (Warner Books, 1995).

7. Fittingly, director of psychological thrillers Alfred Hitchcock was born on the 13th — Friday, Aug. 13, 1999, would have been his 100th birthday. Perhaps aptly titled "Number 13," a film that was supposed to be Hitchcock's directorial debut never made it past the first few scenes and was shut down due to financial problems. He allegedly said the film wasn't very interesting. (Meanwhile, Fidel Castro was born on Friday the 13th, in August 1926.)

8. Why does the Friday the 13th superstition stick so firmly in our minds? According to Thomas Gilovich, who chairs the department of psychology at Cornell University, our brains are almost too good at making associations.

"If anything bad happens to you on Friday the 13th, the two will be forever associated in your mind, and all those uneventful days in which the 13th fell on a Friday will be ignored," Gilovich said in a statement. [13 Superstitions & Traditions Explained]

9. For pagans, 13 is actually a lucky number. It corresponds with the number of full moons in a year.

10. President Franklin D. Roosevelt is said to have avoided travel on the 13th day of any month, and would never host 13 guests at a meal. Napoleon and President Herbert Hoover were also triskaidekaphobic, with an abnormal fear of the number 13.

11. Mark Twain once was the 13th guest at a dinner party. A friend warned him not to go. "It was bad luck," Twain later told the friend. "They only had food for 12." Superstitious diners in Paris can hire a quatorzieme, or professional 14th guest. [13 Odd Occurrences on Friday the 13th]

12. Stock broker and author Thomas W. Lawson, in his 1907 novel "Friday the Thirteenth," wrote of a stockbroker's attempts to take down Wall Street on the unluckiest day of the month. Reportedly, stock brokers after this were as unlikely to buy or sell stocks on this unlucky day as they were to walk under a ladder, according to accounts of a 1925 New York Times article.

13. This fear of Friday the 13th can be serious business, according to the Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute in Asheville, N.C., which, among other things, offers therapy to help people overcome their fear of the freaky friday. Their estimates suggest hundreds of millions of dollars, up to $900 million are lost due to people's fear of flying or doing the business as usual that day, though that number isn't backed up with other estimates.

TGIF everybody!

Hannah

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 4:41 pm**

Pfft, 13. It's just a number.

Though I wish I were pagan so that it could be a lucky number, instead of a superstitiously unlucky one.

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 4:45 pm**

If you want to be a pagan, Mel, then be a pagan. I mean, why not?

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 4:53 pm**

Because faith is a tricky thing for me to have, Red.

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 4:57 pm**

That seems ironic given the number of people who have faith in you.

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 5:02 pm**

People are tangible things in my life. They are beings I can touch, who I can see laughing, crying, bleeding, being happy, sad. That I can empathize with, interact with, and hopefully do something good for.

I can't do that with things related to religion or faiths. Sure higher beings probably exist in some form or another, but they don't affect me as personally as those people do.

...usually.

And before anyone gets smart, 'What about magic?'. Clearly that's something that affects me and that I can interact with. So of course I have belief in that.

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 5:06 pm**

What about your faith in your own abilities? I bring it up because it seems as though you're something of a paradox. You call Friday the 13th superstition and say you have trouble having faith but at the same time there are those who wouldn't believe in your abilities-abilities that require absolute belief in order to work.

I'm not being critical Mel, just curious.

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 5:13 pm**

It's not really paradox, but it's true. I have to believe in what I'm donig for it work. The point is, what I will up does work - usually - and it isn't something attributed to some inane belief that the day is somehow cursed. Of course, maybe it is, but you can't always establish correlation between a bad event and Friday the 13th.

In contrast, I have a pretty good idea of when I have called up fire - or ectoplasm, puppies, curses, and the like.

Whether people believe in me what I do generally doesn't affect me. It sounds haughty, but it's true. I don't stop existing and what I do typically doesn't change that I can do it.

I think and call up the powers of arcane might, therefore I am, as Descartes might put it.

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 5:27 pm**

Well, we do know that days related to astrological and astronomical events hold power and effect the supernatural.

The Calendar is based around those events to some extent. Perhaps There is a relationship where Friday the 13th's are somehow, I don't know, knots between the movements of the earth through space?

Yeah, I'm really out of my depth here. I need something to shoot in the face.

Posted: **Fri Apr 13, 2012 5:35 pm**

It's interesting that the subject of belief has been brought up.

In Gotham Witch we see what power the beleif of just one person can generate.

Millions of people genuinely believe that Friday the 13th is unlucky. It's not superstition. It's the power of beleif in action.

Posted: **Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:56 pm**

Unfortunately, that's difficult to prove in any real manner beyond anecdote. That and people change their behavior to account for such - accidents may very well be less likely to happen on Friday the 13th precisely because people are more mindful.

Potentially though, if what millions of people believe do cause bad luck, that's all the more reason for me not to believe it's superstitious.

Of course, theoretically less of the populace is as superstitious (at least openly) as they were centuries ago. A tradeoff perhaps? Of course, there are also more of them, so who knows.

Posted: **Mon Apr 16, 2012 12:12 pm**

I'm impressed you have so easily maintained your skepticism after what happened last Friday.

Posted: **Mon Apr 16, 2012 12:49 pm**

Most of my Friday the 13th qualms stem from situations I sought out. Clearly hanging out with you or Hannah is hardly an exception. :wink:

And Darcy - yes, the calendar has days that are of import. Unless there is something particular happening on a given Friday the 13th though, I see little reason to give it special significance - of course, astronomical events happening on said Friday might be the fictitious bad luck day at work...

Posted: **Tue Apr 17, 2012 1:21 pm**

Mel, that is true. Within 48 hours of us meeting your apartment had been broken into, we'd been assaulted several times, attacked by a bunch of patchwork creatures, blown up a building with us inside, had your ex-girlfriend try to kill us a few times and you broke up with your boyfriend.

I think we should start warning people when we are hanging out.

Hannah

PS: Regarding this past Friday the 13th . . . next time we see that bozo I'm gonna shove his taser someplace that will make his fake bow-tie whirl . . .

Posted: **Tue Apr 17, 2012 2:02 pm**

Hannah wrote:[i]Mel, that is true. Within 48 hours of us meeting your apartment had been broken into, we'd been assaulted several times, attacked by a bunch of patchwork creatures, blown up a building with us inside, had your ex-girlfriend try to kill us a few times and you broke up with your boyfriend.

See? All of that was last fall, not Friday the 13th!

Though yes, last Friday was... eventful anyway.

Posted: **Tue Apr 17, 2012 2:48 pm**

Are you guys going to tell us what happened last Friday?

Was Hannah tasered? Why? She didn't get into trouble with the police, did she?

And don't think you can pull Rule #8 on me. You guys brought it up!

I had a perfectly wonderful Friday the 13th. I got to stay up all night talking about tactics and stuff with Papa.

-Cynthia

Posted: **Wed Apr 18, 2012 11:19 am**

I'm going to second Cynthia's request for the rest of the story. No fair dropping hints and leaving us in the dark, folks.

Posted: **Wed Apr 18, 2012 12:11 pm**

But then we can't torment you with the need to know!

I'm sure one of the other two will divulge some details later.

Posted: **Wed Apr 18, 2012 1:09 pm**

I suppose I should start since it started with me and an investigation I thought had hit a dead end.

This story actually starts in the last week of March. From various channels I was receiving reports of missing pets not too far from where I now live. As many of you know, this sort of activity is often indicative of a predator in the area.

Given the volume of pet going missing and filtering for the normal rate of disappearances I was able to determine that whatever was doing this was a rather large creature with a wide hunting territory. What was perplexing was that whatever it was seemed to be able to move about undetected. That was when I noticed that most the attacks seemed to occur within easy access to storm drains.

As it happened I had both an excess of free time on my hands plus a requirement to test some new equipment I've been working on. Other evidence indicated that whatever this was, it hunted at night. So I arranged my schedule so that I could descend below the streets of New York and begin tracking the creature with my new gear in the late hours of the night.

At first I had little luck in my searches, though the field testing of my gear seemed to be going quite well.

The first signs I found of the creature were stool samples. Later examination of these samples provided contradictory data. What ever was creating this stool couldn't seem to decide if it should belong to order Rodentia or Lagomorpha. There were definite markers from both groups present. However, it did confirm the creatures approximate size and that it was in fact preying upon the local pets.

As the nights went on, more evidence began to turn up. Partial prints, animal remains and other indicators that I was starting to get closer to finding this thing.

It was late in the evening of Good Friday when I finally caught up to the creature. It was quite large, standing nearly six feet tall, though its long ears extended nearly another foot. It's hunched over appearance meant that it only appeared to be about five feet tall. Its arms were long, hanging only a foot and a half off the ground.

White fur stained with mud and blood covered it from the top of its ears to the bottom of its massive feet. The matted fur covered powerful, ropey muscles. The claws on both its hands and feet were blackened and broken but still looked strong and sharp for all their jagged lines. Its menacing eyes reflected red when I caught it in the light of my flashlight.

The unfortunate thing was that when I found it, it was in a dead end and it was cornered. Immediately it attacked me with its chisel like front teeth and racking claws.

The armor I was wearing performed as advertised and protected me from direct slashing injury and reduced the force of its blows against me. Regardless, I was knocked backwards. At that particular moment I was cursing myself for going into the field to research a new and unknown creature without back up.

Still, despite the fact that it had landed its bulk on me and was attempting to rend me, I wasn't out of the fight. There was no real skill to its assault, acting primarily on instinct. Thus it hadn't thought to pin my arms.

It let out a high pitched squeal when I shot it in the face with mace. Unfortunately, that only seemed to make it angrier. It's possible to push past the discomfort that mace causes in some cases and this seemed to be one of them. So I followed up with a taser, still wanting to capture this specimen alive. It would have been a real coup for cryptozoology.

The taser had the desired immediate effect of getting the creature up and off me. While the mace and taser had managed to impair the beast, neither were having their full effect on it. What's more, its hostility towards me had not wavered in the least.

"Dee!" It seemed to vocalize though my recorder were damaged in the tussle so I lost my video files of the encounter. Clearly they need to be made more rugged.

As it charged, I pulled my side arm and fired twice into its center of mass. It toppled backwards as much from surprise as from the force of the shots. Slowly I approached the creature to examine the extent of the damage to the creature and to determine if it could yet be saved.

"Heee... heee..." It wheezed at me.

My rounds had hit center of mass and the pool of blood growing behind it made it clear that they had gone right thru it. Probably both lungs had been pierced and its ribs smashed. With regret, I finished it off to end its suffering.

"Dammit!" Came a grating voice from the darkness behind me. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to pull that out of my hat?"

Turning, I brought my light to bear on the speaker. Turned out to be a man dressed like a homeless tramp but with a face painted in a sad clown appearance. "Sir, what do you know about this creature?" I asked, wondering if he was insane or other. Or perhaps both.

"Fast as fast can be, you'll never catch me!" He stuck his tongue out at me and then turned on his heel and started running away.

"Insane it is then." I thought to myself and began my pursuit. The remains of the creature could wait in the chilled night air until I had interviewed this witness.

Posted: **Wed Apr 18, 2012 1:56 pm**

_____I don’t think the hat the clown pulled the Easter Bunny from is ordinary.

Posted: **Wed Apr 18, 2012 2:52 pm**

I am forced to agree with that assertion, Miss Grace.

Except that bunny was rather meaner than I pictured the Easter Bunny being.

As for the clown, he was quite the runner. Given the injuries to my leg, running isn't always advised. However part of the gear I was testing included a rig that takes the weight off that leg while lifting, carrying, walking and even for limited running. So at first, I was able to keep up with the jogging jester.

However, it wasn't long before my injury was causing trouble just by virtue of the fact that I was moving and using those muscles. I stubbornly pushed myself anyway. Still, the clown started pulling ahead and was definitely going to win the battle of endurance, despite the gear I had to assist me. I remember a time when such a pursuit would not have given anywhere near as much trouble.

For some reason, the clown didn't stay in the storm drains. Instead he went to the surface. I should mention that he demonstrated some fairly impressive strength in tossing the manhole cover aside. Once at street level he quickly demonstrated an impressive amount of skill at le parkour, moving almost laterally up the side of a building.

Well, I'm not without my tricks and deployed a grapple device attached to an electric winch that pulled me up after him.

About half way up it occurred to me that I would be in a bad way if he decided mess with my grapple or tamper with my line. So I paused momentarily to just do a quick check for suitable hand holds for the rest of the journey up. As it happened, I was beside a window with the curtains drawn.

Then the curtains opened, soon revealing a couple of familiar faces.

That was when I took stock of where exactly I was. I realized I was halfway done scaling Gotham Witches apartment building. What's more, she and Jinx had just busted me on it. Jinx seemed ready to attack so I pulled up the tinted visor to show her who it was. She laughed and then opened the window to let me in.

The sun was just coming up and they rather graciously invited me in for breakfast. Certain that the clown had escaped by now, I accepted their offer. Over the rather delicious meal (which told me that Gotham Witch had cooked), I explained to them what I had been up to and how I had come to be outside their window at just that moment.

Gotham Witch enjoyed suggesting that perhaps the trend of my behaviour was consistent with that of a peeper or creeper. Jinx supported her in embarrassing me.

I countered that I could prove it; they just had to join me for a trip back into the storm drains. Which they did, after breakfast and giving everyone a chance to gear up properly for where we were going.

Unfortunately when we got back to where I had left the creature behind, it was clear that somebody or somebody's had taken it away. Still there was lots of blood around and both Gotham Witch and I took samples. She was even gracious enough to assure me that she believed my story, despite the lack of evidence. So any denials she posts here are simply revenge for poking fun at her in another thread.

*Ahem*

At any rate, despite what I had considered a one off, inconclusive encounter, there was a fair bit I learned. Mostly about myself. First of all, my gear is working to expectations but is still in the process of being refined.

Secondly, my injury really is impairing my ability to do field work so I guess I'm going to have to admit to myself that I need to take it easier.

Third, and related to the second point, it's obvious that I can't go it alone like I used to.

Fourth and finally, while I am not in the habit of reporting my movements to anyone, it is a habit I need to change. I don't know if it would have changed things last Friday, but we ran into that clown again.

Posted: **Thu Apr 26, 2012 1:22 pm**

That's all very interesting, Cybermancer.

But I still want to hear about the clown and your Friday the 13th.

Posted: **Fri Apr 27, 2012 6:34 am**

mel I have a question for you. Do you have faith in your self? do you have faith in those around you that have shown them selves to be worthy of trust? if so then you have something in common with may pagan traditions. Many of them teach Self reliance but to recognize that some times we need help. Modern paganism has much in common with humanism. It teaches us that we are accountable for the good or evil we do. not that I am not saying there is not evil out there, but if we took the evil out side of our selves out of the equation human beings would still be capable oh shocking acts of evil. To me the gods are not better then humans or have more worth then any other thing that is part of creation. they are. they are older more powerful and have knowledge that I will most likely never learn and every have time to even begin to understand. That does not make them Wiser nessally though some are. It is not like the god in some religions that know every thing and watch waiting for us to make a slip. Though in some ways we are like children to them. but here is the other difference and something that all parents know is that for there children to grow unto adults you have to allow them to bit if more then they can chew some times. you have to let them make there own mistakes to allow them to stand or fall on there own. And they have to face the Consonance right or wrong for the things that they have done.

Those whom are never held accountable whom are never give the freedom to make there mistakes do not grow into adults you need only to walk down the street to see that. That is my view on god or the gods. is that they what us to be like them. and there willing to stand out of the way to let that happen. They will only help if there truly needed. they expect us to try and clean up our own messes, and they will only help of asked. Rather what they have done is give us the tools, that if we work to geather we can accomplish things that revel what they have done

Posted: **Fri Apr 27, 2012 11:25 am**

Tms3,

If you wish to discuss religion, I would be happy to go at length why your pagan beleifs are no better than the Abrahamic ones you besmirch and take pot shots at on a regular basis. But I would prefer it be done in the appropriate sub-forum. So if your intent is sermonize, please do so in the proper part of the forum and with a thread intended for the cause.

Anyway Cynthia, I shall continue the story as you've requested.

Most of our evening went well. I was able to secure a table for four which meant that Gotham Witch, Jinx, Hannah and myself were all able to meet for dinner. Since Hannah was the only one present who was too young to drink, it made sense to designate her as our driver for the evening. And rather than show up in two different vehicles, we figured it would be far roomier and more comfortable to go around town in my SUV rather than Diana's sports car.

In any case, the dinner was very pleasant. The food was excellent, the conversation interesting and the wine consumed in modest amounts. By all accounts, it was an excellent gathering for friends.

Then it came time to drive everyone home. Even that started out going well as we continued to enjoy our conversation. As we began to move through a less respectable part of town, there was a sudden flash of bright light. Then the trucks lights all went out, the stereo went dead and the engine died.

This meant that the vehicle had a lot of momentum but had just lost its power steering. It also lost its ABS breaking system. This was important as we were about to hit a patch of road covered with oil. Try as she might, Hannah simply wasn't able to get what was now essentially a fast moving brick, to go in the direction she desired.

The SUV went off the road and sideswiped a building before crashing into a garbage bin. The doors on the passenger side were pinned closed. At least we had finally stopped.

"Is everyone alright?" I asked. I was feeling the pain where the force of my body trying to go forward had been countered by the seatbelt holding me back.

Everyone else was in a similar condition. I little sore and bruised but otherwise fine. Seatbelts aren't just a good idea, they're life savers.

"My cell phone's not working." Diana announced.

"Mine either." Hannah added.

We were all in pretty much the same state. In fact nothing electronic was working. I pulled the Swiss made pocket watch I always carry and checked the time. It told me it was 9:39pm.

"Alright, let's get out. We have a bit of a walk to find a payphone or someplace that will let us use theirs." It didn't seem to me to be a good idea to split up or to wait around indefinitely for help we had no way to call for. I also wanted to see what had caused our misfortune.

We were no sooner out of the vehicle when things took a turn for the surreal.

Walking towards us from the non-oil slicked portion of the street was the clown I had been chasing previously. Though the face he wore was sad, beneath it he was smiling. "So we meet again. You took something from me that was precious. Now I will punish you by hurting close to you."

I laughed. "Buddy, you just made the worst mistake you possibly could."

Posted: **Fri Apr 27, 2012 4:21 pm**

Cybermancer,

I am sorry I should choose my wording with more care. It is not really any Religion its self that I have a problem with (pervaded it does not demand you hurt people) it is more the strange things that some flowers of said religion do with it, I understand the tenets of most religions call for personal accountably but it seems that some people don't like that. I know a Caltilic priest who told me that the devil can not make any one do any thing they do not want to do. well the devil may have planted the idea, it was the person in question whom decided to act on the idea

Posted: **Fri Apr 27, 2012 8:08 pm**

Tms3, rather than continue to derail this thread, I have made my response here.

Posted: **Sun May 06, 2012 7:16 pm**

I was going to write something a bit earlier about this, but I have been really tied up lately.

I blinked the last of the airbag dust out of my eyes to get a second look at the guy in front of us. Like Matt said, he was a clown, a literal clown. For some reason my mind kept having to repeat that fact back to me. I’m not sure why, but my brain just tripped over it.

“He’s a clown.” I heard Mel mutter. Apparently she was having the same problems I was.

The clown gave a cackle. “Now which one of your lovely lady friends shall I rip apart first?”

The broken side mirror of Matt’s SUV clanged off the side of the clown’s head. Jinx had flung it purely through the power of her mind. “You have 3 seconds to reconsider your choices.” She issued the ultimatum with more malice than I had thought she had in her. “1 . . .” She started to count.

I didn’t have nearly as much patience as her though; I pushed myself off the ground and caught a gust of wind which hurled me at the painted-face goon. My left foot thrust into his stomach, giving me the leverage to bring my right across his face, smearing his grease paint and sending the red ball on the end of his nose bouncing away with a squeak.

He staggered a half step backwards, “Witch!” he spat, blood dribbling from his mouth.

“Actually, that would be me.” Mel interrupted.

I was still not much interested in pleasantries and launched a barrage of fists at the clown. He responded with a flurry of blocks and counter-strikes. He was fast, easily as fast as me. He also hit hard, far harder than I expected. My first block left my arm stinging and I moved to evasion instead.

“Stand Still!” the fool-faced fellow shouted at me after he missed with a few passes of his oversized gloves. “I want to show you this lovely flower.” He reached into his jacket front and pushed his chest towards me.

I’d seen this gag in one too many superhero shows to let him even have a chance, a gust of wind blasted from behind me just as he depressed the hidden plunger. A mist of pepper spray shot from the flower on his lapel only to blow back directly in his face. He immediately began to scream and fell to the ground, writhing and kicking.

I blinked away the little bit of the spray that had gotten to me. I’d been sprayed full on before (Dad insists that I understand the effects of any less than lethal item he wants me to have to protect myself) and was able to work through it. The clown on the other hand was screaming that he was melting . . .

Gotham and Jinx (hey, there’s a name for a dynamic duo) sauntered over to watch our assailant roll and writhe. “Serves him right.” Mel muttered.

“Yeah, it does.” I replied, resisting the urge to kick him, I instead pulled off my belt and reached down to tie his hands. As quick as a flash he grabbed my arm and yelled “Surprise!”

A split second later every nerve in my body lit up, followed immediately by every muscle from my arm to my calves contracting what seemed like a hundred times a second. I had been tasered before, but bozo had apparently upped the juice in his own special hand buzzer. I couldn’t do anything but be a passenger in my own body as it jerked and danced. I was vaguely aware of the girls yelling and moving as I toppled over backwards into Matt’s arms . . .

Posted: **Sun May 13, 2012 1:55 pm**

Things got a bit blurry after I watched Hannah go down.

I remember Matt rushing in to catch her as I glanced at the clown, flinging both hands at him. I remember the clown chuckling. I also remember getting very, very angry. I don't usually throw magic in public.

I made an exception this time. Clearly he was clearly not human - or all human - I didn't feel too bad.

I distinctly remember the resounding thud as several hundred pounds PSI of telekinetic force slammed into him, sending the lanky fellow flying several feet away, disoriented but still on his feet.

"Oh for the love of... The clown sighed with a growl before looking at the three of us still standing. I was about to throw something else at him before he threw something to the ground with a flash and a puff of smoke, shouting, "NINJA!"

I really wish I could make this stuff up.

Of course, he wasn't very sneaky - just fast. As the smoke cleared, we could clearly see the clown running several blocks away - did I mention it'd only been about three seconds?

"Shouldn't we catch him?" Jinx asked.

"I'd like to see you run after him." I muttered, rubbing my eyes as I motioned to Matt's damaged vehicle.

"Yeah, he's too fast." She wisely concluded.

I meandered over to Matt, still trying to blink the spots out of my eyes, "How is she?"

"She's young and healthy, so there was little chance of it being lethal."He noted with a sigh of relief.

"We can take her home while you talk to the cops about your..." I glanced at the car.

"Electrical problem. He finished for me, as if he had already thought of the excuse. "Do you have anything that might help her recover?"

"I'm sure I have some terrible tasting herbal concoction that might help with the muscle spasms." I said wryly.

Hannah managed a gag face as she sat up. Clearly she wasn't toob ad off.

The rest of the night mostly was spent watching some TV to help unwind. I did in fact have some herbal concoction to help with the tasing for Hannah - though it mostly tasted like cinnamon - as well as treated the few scrapes she got from the fall. Most of the damages came from needing to cry clean her dress.

As of yet I still don't know what the deal was with that clown. I'm hoping one time occurrence, but I doubt it.

Posted: **Sun May 13, 2012 6:13 pm**

Clowns giant rabbits *blink blink blink*
Any chance the rabbit was a poka? though there usually harmless. I do not find clowns scare or creepy my self, but I do have to wonder why so many things chose to desise them selves as one. look for cases of missing children...

Posted: **Sun May 13, 2012 6:34 pm**

Tms3 wrote:Any chance the rabbit was a poka?

Nope.

Tms3 wrote:look for cases of missing children...

No connection to missing children found.

There has been a recent spree of missing cats though.

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I don’t think the hat was ordinary . . .

It wasn't what it seemed!

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