Superstitions come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes you have to knock on wood or throw salt over your shoulder. Somewhere along the way in human history, Friday the 13th kept getting passed down from generation to generation as a bad, unlucky day. Many point to Christ, the 13 disciples, and Good Friday as the beginning, or the Knights Templar and their horrific torture, but the most likely explanation point to William Fowler.
The movie Friday the 13th, of course, probably helped reinvigorate interest for today’s modern sensibilities. I remember growing up always hearing from classmates about how “tomorrow was Friday the 13th. Better watch out! Something bad might happen.” I didn’t believe it, but kids love to play pretend. For the longest time, I always thought no one really bought into it. Apparently, I was wrong.
I often tell people monster movies don’t scare me. It’s the real stuff that freaks me out. For instance, I think the scariest horror film is A Beautiful Mind. And I don’t say that in jest. The idea of seeing people that aren’t there is a real fear of mine and the fact that it’s a real condition makes it all the more terrifying.
That’s not to say ghost stories and the like don’t get my heart racing or aren’t a little freaky, but for some reason, it’s the real stuff that gets me the most.