“Happy Friday the 13th. Satan just texted me, saying, to watch my back…With a winky face.”
It’s Friday the 13th (again)
The tale told below
Was it based on a true story?
Or just pure fiction?
That, my dear reader
Is for the writer to know
And for you to enjoy!
As I arrived in the office, the place seemed more quiet than usual.
At least this early in the morning.
Sitting in my seat, pondering, where everyone else were.
No emails, no calls
No contacts at all
Had I mistaken?
Or too early awoken?
Was this a wrong day?
A Saturday, a Sunday?
Thinking about it, the traffic had been oddly light.
Even though it had been early morning time.
After a few hours of waiting in solitude, people I had never seen, entered the room.
Talking in strange languages, sounding like a record been played back the wrong way.
I was observing them. They did not seem to notice me.
Passing me by
Seemed like a dream
So unreal did it seem
I tried to greet one of them. I kept repeating
Hello, hello, HELLO!
Even by the closest
Visitor did I go
Getting irritated, I did no longer hesitate.
Jumped in front of the nearest stranger.
I did not feel I was in any danger.
Waved my arms and shouted.
Like a mad person undoubted
But nothing, no nothing stirred the strangers.
As if I wasn’t even there…
Maybe, just maybe
I had turned invisible
It was all, just a dream
It was Friday the 13th!