One chilly afternoon on Friday, the thirteenth, a man was coming home from work. He was backed up by traffic, the lanes moving slowly to the rhythm of the car horns. By the time the man passed the traffic, it was near twilight. The busy sounds of day slowly faded away into the mist. The man regularly drove through the woods, on an unpaved road that led straight to his home. Little did he know of what dangers awaited him. Suddenly, there was flash of light, soon followed by a thunderous clap. He was blinded by the bolt of lightning, and soon crashed into a great maple. He fell to his steering wheel, vision blackened and blurred. His car started on fire and his leg was pinned by a branch. He was never seen or heard from again... until now. See? I just told about him in this story so he was heard of again. Right? Get it? Lol I just made this story up just now. Have a blessed day.