Some say that Friday the 13th is a silly superstition, invented by bored housewives to scare children that they should be extra careful, or else they may fall do to bad luck, but let me tell you, on Friday the 13th, someone is destined to kill themself.
For anyone, it's possible to meet this person, and perhaps even talk them out of it, and the instructions to do this are written in an ancient tome, which read as follow:
On Friday the 13th, go to the largest Cemetary in your state, and look for a gravestone for a person named "Paul Sunderland" and on the side of the Gravestone, is an address. Go to the address and you'll find the site of an apparently abandoned travelling circus that has no name, and was never advertised. Go inside, and head to a marked concessions stand, no one will be there, but place $8.11 on the counter, turn your back, and think of your favorite circus animal, turn back around, and you'll find your money replaced with a gray corndog. Take the corndog and go to the 13th seat of the 13th row of the 13 block of seats, and sit down. Take a bite from the corndog and yell "I came to see a damn dead circus!" as loud as you can. Repeat this biting and yelling 12 mores times for 13 times, and finish the last of the corndog if any is left. You will find that you bowels hate the corndog, and you'll need to use the restroom AT THAT VERY MOMENT. Run down the street from the circus and you'll find a public restroom. Go in and you'll see a single toilet. Someone will be standing on the seat of this toilet with a noose fastened to the ceiling, about to hang themselves. You will now be at an important juncture, push the person off so you can relieve yourself and be haunted by their ghost for the rest of your life, or talk them out of it, and crap your pants.
If you skip or incorrectly perform any of these steps, instead of the suicidal person, you'll find a dog licking itself. Good luck.