“What’s up Sam! You know today is friday th-”

“STOP!!” I am cut off by a scowl.

“What’s wrong?” I look blankly at him.

“You can’t say it Max. Not today. You’ll jinx it.”

“Oh, com-”

“I’m not kidding Max. Just ask Jim about it.”

“That was just a story our moms told us. It didn’t actually occur.”

“I can show you it did.”

“No you can’t. I call bull.”

“Want to put cash on that?”

“Fifty bucks says your story is bogus.”

“I’ll match that. My building, six o’clock.”
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“Man, it’s dark.”

“It’s fall. It’s dark at four.”

“I know that, Sam, but still…”

“You anxious, Max? Afraid of what you’ll find?”

“Naw, I’m good. It’s just…dark.”

“This way, Max. Watch your st-”

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!” Max is lost in a flurry of dust and fur.

“Told you.” Sam turns and walks away.