Yesterday, I was walking past the high wooden fence of a psychiatric hospital when I heard a strange, excited chanting coming from inside the courtyard.
“Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen!” a crowd of voices yelled in perfect unison over and over again.
Intrigued and wondering what on earth they were celebrating, I walked closer and noticed a tiny knothole in the wooden planks—just big enough to peek through.
As the chanting grew louder and more frantic—”Thirteen! Thirteen! Thirteen!”—I leaned down, pressed my face against the fence, and peered through the hole to see what was happening.
Suddenly, a finger shot straight through the gap and jabbed me right in the eyeball!
As I stumbled backward, clutching my face in absolute agony, a massive cheer erupted from behind the fence as the crowd enthusiastically restarted their chant:
“Fourteen, fourteen, fourteen…”
