The "Coincidence"
Friday the 13th. There are so many myths and rumors about this date. It’s an “unlucky” day. And some believe it, some don’t. But I have a story that will make you all believe. Make you all scared. Friday the 13th. A date we have all heard of. A date we all fear. Especially those in Richmond, Virginia.
It was the year 2006. What many people didn’t notice about this year was Friday the 13th was in October, right before Halloween. A group of kids, too cool for their age of course, saw the day coming and decided they had to do something to scare people in the town. You know, fill everyone with fear. So they came up with this pathological plan to hack a children's website and put a “cursed” image in to scare children. To make this cursed image they had to come in contact with the spiritual world, and the people in Hell. So, as you probably thought, they decided to get a ouija board. They start to play at 12:01 am on that Friday. One of the boys started to get very pale and sweaty while they were going, but the other two still thought it was fake and he was just getting sick. They asked it for someone to help curse an image and it just stayed still. No movement. “This is stupid” one of the boys said, “It doesn’t even work.” That night the boy who got “very sick” went into a coma. Oh just a coincidence the boys thought. They had decided they would “honor” him by putting their image on the site. It was a creepy picture of a swing. But hours later they looked on the site and it was a picture of their friend, with letters spelling, “I’m coming for you.” One of them started to panic, while the other, who once again is too cool, still ignored it and thought it was the friend's little brother. They asked another friend to look at the website and she said there was no picture at all. So they asked some more. And some more, and they all said the same thing. There was no picture. The panicked friend went home and on his way home got in a car accident and was put in a coma as well. Now on the website it was the two friends in the coma, crying, with blood on their face saying, “Why did you do this to us.” Now he was starting to freak out. He called his friends and none of them picked up. He went looking for his family and they all acted like he wasn’t there. He went to lay in his bed, crying hysterically. As he was laying he felt his legs start to tingle and go numb, and it traveled up his body. He was screaming, crying, begging for help. But all he could hear were his friends whispers in his ear, saying “Why did you do this? Why didn’t you stop?” There was a strong screech and he went deaf. All was silent for a second. And then it returned, they were laughing, or cackling more so. And then he realized there was a third voice now. Different from his friends laughs. And the laughing quieted and the third voice whispered, “Finally. I gotcha!” and it was his father. His father who he had never met, but he just knew, it was his father. His father was Jeffery Dahmer.
It was the year 2006. What many people didn’t notice about this year was Friday the 13th was in October, right before Halloween. A group of kids, too cool for their age of course, saw the day coming and decided they had to do something to scare people in the town. You know, fill everyone with fear. So they came up with this pathological plan to hack a children's website and put a “cursed” image in to scare children. To make this cursed image they had to come in contact with the spiritual world, and the people in Hell. So, as you probably thought, they decided to get a ouija board. They start to play at 12:01 am on that Friday. One of the boys started to get very pale and sweaty while they were going, but the other two still thought it was fake and he was just getting sick. They asked it for someone to help curse an image and it just stayed still. No movement. “This is stupid” one of the boys said, “It doesn’t even work.” That night the boy who got “very sick” went into a coma. Oh just a coincidence the boys thought. They had decided they would “honor” him by putting their image on the site. It was a creepy picture of a swing. But hours later they looked on the site and it was a picture of their friend, with letters spelling, “I’m coming for you.” One of them started to panic, while the other, who once again is too cool, still ignored it and thought it was the friend's little brother. They asked another friend to look at the website and she said there was no picture at all. So they asked some more. And some more, and they all said the same thing. There was no picture. The panicked friend went home and on his way home got in a car accident and was put in a coma as well. Now on the website it was the two friends in the coma, crying, with blood on their face saying, “Why did you do this to us.” Now he was starting to freak out. He called his friends and none of them picked up. He went looking for his family and they all acted like he wasn’t there. He went to lay in his bed, crying hysterically. As he was laying he felt his legs start to tingle and go numb, and it traveled up his body. He was screaming, crying, begging for help. But all he could hear were his friends whispers in his ear, saying “Why did you do this? Why didn’t you stop?” There was a strong screech and he went deaf. All was silent for a second. And then it returned, they were laughing, or cackling more so. And then he realized there was a third voice now. Different from his friends laughs. And the laughing quieted and the third voice whispered, “Finally. I gotcha!” and it was his father. His father who he had never met, but he just knew, it was his father. His father was Jeffery Dahmer.