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Usually tri or tris means 3, deka means 10, and phobia means fear, i.e., fear or disliking of the number 13. However, such type of fear or disliking or avoiding is a superstition but in real life, I used to avoid the number 13 but not Friday. Friday is my birthday, so there is no fear or disliking on Friday. Fear is related to psychology and in the chapter “Abnormal Psychology” p. 319, published in 1910 - “I.H. Coriat” described “specific fear of Friday the 13th” as “paraskevidekatriaphobia” or “ friggatriskaidekaphobia”.

It is the believe of some Christian that the date of “Last Supper” of Judas (the disciple who betrayed Jesus) with Jesus, was 13, so religiously it is a bad or unlucky day.
In Judeo-Christian tradition, the number 13 (is a good sign or sign of fortune) attributes of God, also called the thirteen attributes of mercy which are enumerated also in the Torah (Exodus 34:6–7).

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Paraskavedekatriaphobia is the fear of Friday the 13th, which is considered to be a day of bad luck in a number of western cultures. In Romania, Greece and some areas of Spain and Latin America. In 1881, an influential group of New Yorkers led by U.S. Civil War veteran Captain William Fowler came together to put an end to this (Triskaidekaphobia) and other superstitions. They formed a dinner cabaret club, which they called the Thirteen Club. At the first meeting, on Friday 13 January 1881 at 8:13 p.m., 13 people sat down to dine in room 13 of the venue. The guests walked under a ladder to enter the room and were seated among piles of spilled salt. All of the guests survived. Thirteen Clubs sprang up all over North America for the next 40 years. Their activities were regularly reported in leading newspapers, and their numbers included five future U.S. presidents, from Chester A. Arthur to Theodore Roosevelt. Thirteen Clubs had various imitators, but they all gradually faded from interest as people became less superstitious.
• Most famous disaster linked to the number 13 is the Apollo 13 mission http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/...4
• Famous Triskaidekaphobes: Napoleon, Mark Twain, Herbert Hoover, and Franklin Roosevelt
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http://www.mahalo.com/triskaidekaphobia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triskaidekaphobia

On one particular Friday the 13th I left my young daughter in the care of a very close friend as our childcare provider just up and quit. I had to go to work and this friend didn't have a job at the time. He molested my daughter, and then proceeded to stalk us until just this past August Thursday the 12th. We moved out of our old residence with help from victims of crime. This has been the worst experience of my life. He has vandalized my car, spent many nights outside my home throwing things at the windows, tried to talk to my daughter through the window, carved his initial in the tree in front of the window, made threatening phone calls....and on and on. I now hate Friday the 13th whereas before I had never cared. I find it ironic that I got to move on Thursday the 12th. We are now in the Confidential Address Program and have and extended protection order served against him. We have also pressed charges for the child molestation, however authorities do not seem to be taking it seriously and the District Attorney won't press charges....that is due to some collusion in the department and we hope to get that cleared up soon. In other words the stalker has family that has connections in law enforcement and within the District Attorney's office. He has stalked us for 41/2 years. I am doing everything I can to keep us safe...as he has indicated he will continue to stalk us with the intent to murder me....because I didn't marry him. So I suppose that explains my feelings about Friday the 13th.

The only Friday the 13th horror stories I have is with the movies and Jason. They're still on tape though.

I was driving home from work after working the graveyard shift on Friday the 13th. I drove up a dark tree lined road. The fog causing me turn the wipers on only now and then. I was fiddling with my iphone, trying to find the Dave Ramsey show podcast I had downloaded. I dropped the iphone on the passenger side floor. I stretched down to pick it up. As I get my eyes back to the road I see a blurry dark gray image appear before me. I swerve to miss it but I am driving too fast. Thud. I hit this hard wooden item and see a dark clothed figure thrown over the hood of my car cracking my windshield, blood splattering and streaming down my windows inside that little crack between the hood and the windshield. My car finally screeches to a hault. My car is now impaled into the side of a dirt embankment. I get out of the car. I walk around to the passenger side. I look on the ground and see an old wooden casket all cracked and falling apart from the collision. Through the cracks in the wood I don't see anything inside it but I can't be sure. I walk near the area where the blood splattered on my windshield and near where I saw the clothed item fly past my window. I see a disfigured body on the ground that looks like its been dead for sometime. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around! Its a fat guy with a beard. He says, are you o.k.? He explains to me he was carrying a shipment of caskets in his truck and his load loosened and one of them feel out in front of my car. I say, yeah but what about the... and turn around. There is no body on the ground any longer, no blood, No cracked windshield, and a casket that is not wood but one those newer caskets you would see at any type of modern day funeral.

I personally have not had anything particularly bad happen to me on a Friday the 13th and I am not afraid of the 13th in general. In fact my wife and I were married on October 13th

Now if you want a fiction horror story, just say the word. . . OOOooooOoOo . . . .