(S7) - Weekend PT 2 - Friday the 13th

[SwagSloth]

Alright, so… For starters, admittedly, Kennedy is a bit superstitious. He grew up in New Orleans, where you can walk through the French Quarter and visit actual voodoo shops. And it’s not just a gimmick like fortune tellers or psychics. When you speak to the people that work in these shops, they’re serious about it. And, of course, that’s not even the hardcore voodoo practiced by people living out in the swamps, the truest of the true believers. So, yeah, that stuff rattles him. Now, you take this boy out of New Orleans and place him in deep rural Canada where it’s literally always dark and cold. Like, how is it dark at 3:30 in the afternoon? Canada is creepy enough even without the Louisiana superstition. Plus, there’s wendigos out here. So, hell to the no when it comes to Friday the 13th. I’ll see you boys on Saturday… assuming you survive. (That’s what you get for going outside.)

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[iamslm22]

Avon Blocksdale in the Ultimus match ups with the Arizona Outlaws had a recurring nightmare. One that he couldn’t shake. He felt that a lot of the Outlaws had a very similar look to them. Jayce Tuck, Tim Pest, Luke Luechly, Christiano Ronaldo, Jaxon Tuck, heck even his own teammates Brokk Lee, and Pat Pancake, all had a very similar mojo and vibe about them. Avon wasn’t sure if it was because they all were just football players, but he couldn’t help but feel like there was something more to it. Something sinister. Perhaps all of the players were being controlled by the same person? Perhaps they all had the same spirit? Since those ultimus games in modern NSFL now there is something very interesting afoot. Tim Pest, Luke Luechly, Christiano Ronaldo, Jaxon Tuck, Brokk Lee and Pat Pancake are nowhere to be found. Many of these players were legends, pro bowlers, possible future hall of famers. Only Jayce Tuck is left. Perhaps he killed the others to ensure his own soul.

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[DeathOnReddit]

My scariest story is the time that @ADwyer87 pretended to be a serial killer, and pranked me in the middle of the night. To set the scene, Its season 1. The day before our big ultimus game against the Colorado Yeti, and we're all really nervous. I go to sleep, and around 4 am all I hear are some loud ass footsteps outside my hallway. We were in a hotel, and all of a sudden someone starts fiddling with my doorknob. Now its pitch black so I cant see shit, and my phone is on the other side of the room. Suddenly the door slams open and someone starts walking in. I start calling out asking who it is, but the guy doesnt answer. My eyes start adjusting to the darkness, and I can make out the shape of a knife in the guys hand. Now obviously Im a pretty big guy and can defend myself, but theres not much my weight can do against a guy with a knife. I start getting up ready to either run away, or tackle this guy when the lights turn on. Adwyer is there holding a plastic knife, while the rest of the team is laughing their asses off in the hallway. I was very pissed off.

[ralams123]

On a very fateful Friday the 13th in the month of October, Jonathan and some friends (while in high school) managed to get tickets to Halloween Horror Nights during the most superstitious day of the year in the scariest month. Jon and his friends drove up to Orlando a day before early in the morning and got there around noon, they attended a party later that night than went back to their hotel room. This is where the story gets creepy, around midnight when going for a late night snack run Jon heard a blood curling scream. The black in him told him to run back to his room and mind his business but his hunger told him to get that food. Being extra cautious Jon made his way downstairs, when he got to the first floor though in the middle of the hallway was a rabid looking man snacking on an innocent girl. Whether it was the Henny or not Jon never found out because he ran a 4 flat back up to his room locking himself in the bathroom for the rest of the night.

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[run_CMC]

Dean Jackson isn’t particularly superstitious (he’s only a little stitious), so when Friday the 13th arrived, he thought nothing of it and went about his regular day. Woke up, drove to the stadium for his summer training regimen, got lunch... normal stuff, and it all happene remarkably normal. There was literally nothing abnormal about the day. Eventually night came, and Jackson went to sleep: happy, satisfied with a great day..... and unsuspecting. He awoke to a loud crash. The clock read 3am as he quietly slipped out of bed and put his ear to the closed door of his bedroom. For a minute there was nothing, and he began to relax, when a dreadful, bloodcurdling shrieking began! If it was a robber, it must be an undead one. Jackson grabbed his rifle off the wall with one hand and began to dial 911 with the other. He flung open his bedroom door and moved quickly and efficiently down the hallway, getting ever-closer to the demonic sound... he rounded the corner into his livingroom and froze as he made eye contact with the beast. A single black cat sat in the middle of the room. The shrieking stopped. The cat, never breaking eye contact, raised its leg and took a piss. Then, it slunk up the sofa, through the newly-broken window it must’ve come through, and silently departed. Jackson looked around. “What the fuck.”

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[nunccoepi]

[infinitempg]

Last year, Pierno scared the bejeezus out of me during practice.

You see, I'm terrified of fruits. They make me feel sick inside, and even smelling them makes me feel nauseous and gag. The guys knew about this, and I guess Pierno wanted to have some fun with the rook during Halloween. At the end of practice I usually spend some time with him (as my ball holder) and Butt Knuckler (the GOAT long snapper) kicking field goals. That day, Pierno ran to the lockers real quick while Butt and I practiced punts. As I received the last snap of that session, I was suddenly trucked from behind and crashed to the ground... by the time I looked up I saw a man teabagging me, with a pumpkin for a head. Between my weekend martial arts training and my phobia of fruit, I immediately put my self defense against fruit training in action and flipped him off me and 5 yards down field. The pumpkin came off, and all I saw was Nick dying of laughter on the turf!

moral of the story nick can tackle too guys

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[Daybe]

One thing that scares the living daylights out of Ryan Applehort is when he is playing Fortnite and somebody sneaks up on him. Yes, the Appleman plays Fortnite. In fact, he’s spent his precious contract money on getting every skin in the game. But the one thing that scares him the most is when he walks into a house, pops a shield potion, and when he turns around, a no skin turns around and pumps him in the face. Ryan absolutely hates it when that happens. What makes it even scarier is when they follow up with the basic dance move. Most people wouldn’t be scared of it, but Ryan sees something dark and evil in those menacing eyes. Ryan still plays Fortnite, but whenever he sees a default skin, he quintuple RPGs them to death. No dance moves for you! Also, he’s by far the best Fortnite player on the Yeti. Dwayne challenged him to a build battle once and quit.

[OptiimusPR1ME]

It was on the plane ride out, after being drafted to the Marshal's. It isn't a long flight from San Diego to San Antonio, but anything can happen 10,000 feet in the air. The plane had just settled at a cruising altitude, the seatbelt light went off, the chime dinged, so I got comfortable, stretched my legs and reclined my chair all 2.5" in the hopes of relaxing and maybe catching a little shut-eye, it being a red-eye flight and all. I must have dozed off a bit because when I woke up, most of the other passenger lights were out, it was eerily dark on the plane, and oddly quiet. I swear I saw something move out of the corner of my eye, but the only thing to that side was the window, and beyond that, nothing. But, after looking out the window a bit more, I swear I saw something....moving about it. There was something on the wing of the plane. It was foggy, but I swear I saw it, and just as I saw it, I realized...it saw me...and then it started moving, slowly at first, but it was coming...towards me, then it started moving quickly, galloping on all fours, it jumped! annnd I slammed the window door, causing a little bit of a scene...but there was no sound...nothing. I didn't find any sleep on that flight. I never slid the window open. I never spoke of it again.

Still pumped about getting drafted though.