Back in 2002 when i was in college, something crazy happened one Monday morning.My house was not very far from school so i used to stroll to school with my friends. So this Monday morning we headed to school as usual. When we came to the junction . Right in front of us stood a mad man.
We knew he was a mad man because his shirt was dirty and torn . He was black with dirt all over his body like he had just rubbed a cream produced with charcoal . He was standing on one spot talking to himself.He was lifting his left foot up and down like a soldier.
As we got close ,we could hear him mutter the number ...
"13 , 13 , 13, 13 "
5 hours later on our way back from school. The mad man was still on the same spot.
saying the same number...
"13 , 13 , 13 , 13 "
So out of curiosity my friend James ,summed up courage and walked up to the mad man.
And asked ...
"why do you keep saying the number 13 , 13 , 13 ?"
The mad man stopped counting for a few seconds and looked up at James .After a few seconds he continued repeating the number like nobody was standing before him.
James asked the question again...as he ended the question .
The mad man -with the speed of a WWF wrestler-carried James and slammed him on the ground.
He immediately started repeating...
14 , 14 , 14 ,14
Lol. Funny tale.
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