Some people believe 13 is an unlucky number, but to me, it's grand. My 13th birthday was like the others, family gathered for the celebration, gifts were given and happiness was shared. It began around 8:00pm when my cousin Tiffany stayed the night with me, and her being 9 months younger. My parents dropped my little brother off at my grandma's and they were going to go see a movie. My cousin's been around more then me. Being us, we were on the computer goofing off on, when she thought she heard someone scream. I told her she was crazy and thought of it. She kept on telling me she could hear someone.
Me being the oh so smart one said, "Whoever's talking to my cousin would you shut it up!" Tiffany looked to me and told me they were mad. I still thought she was joking, so I said, "Yea, sure they are..."
Later that night, my parents had come home and we were going to bed. We were laying in my bed when there was this horrid odor. We blamed each other for having gas. She said that it was me, but I told her it wasn't. Then, as I was about to see where the smell came from, there was a scream. It couldn't have been Tiffany, because she was sitting right beside me. We sat in the bed terrified of whatever it was.
We both looked to where we thought the scream had come from. She said the window and I said my T.V., both in the same area. I thought about getting up to see what or who had screamed, but I was too afraid of what it may be. Throughout the whole night, neither of us got much sleep.
The next morning, we awoke and asked my parents if they heard anything last night. My dad thought we were crazy and said those scary movies got to us. But how, we both heard it? Looking back everyday I wonder, was it really just our minds playing tricks on us, or was it something more?
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