A man was walking down the street when, from the other side of a large fence, he heard people chanting “Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen…” over and over. The man was, of course, curious, and tried to look over the top of the fence, but it was too high.

However, he found a knot in the wood and looked through it. He had time to glimpse a group of old people sitting in deck chairs before a finger flew through the knot and poked him in the eye. Staggering away in pain, clutching his face, he heard the old people chanting, “Fourteen, fourteen, fourteen….”