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It’s been on display there for a month? Thousands of people put tickets in the box. Thousands! And—and—I just happened to be walking by when they had the drawing tonight. And—”
    â€œYou didn’t !” I shrieked.
    â€œYes! Yes! I won it! I won the SUV!”
    â€œWow!” I slumped onto my bed. I actually felt faint. My heart was pounding as if I had won!
    â€œYou should’ve seen me when they called out my name!” Hannah gushed. “I screamed. I just stood there and screamed!”
    She screamed again, shrieked at the top of her lungs. A long, high, joyful scream.
    â€œHannah—that’s so awesome,” I said. I don’t think she heard me. She was still screaming.
    â€œMy family is so happy, Luke. You should see them. They are dancing around the living room!”
    â€œThat’s so great,” I said.
    Hannah lowered her voice. “I just feel bad about one thing, Luke. I was so crazed, I was so berserk , I forgot why I was at the mall. I forgot all about buying you a birthday gift.”
    I stood up. I picked up the block with the four-leaf clover inside and smoothed it between my hands. “That’s okay,” I told Hannah. “I just decided what I really want for my birthday.”
    â€œWhat’s that?” she asked.
    â€œI want your luck!”
    Hannah laughed. She thought I was kidding. But of course I was serious.
    â€œAre you going to school tomorrow?” she asked.
    â€œHuh? Yeah, sure. Why not?”
    â€œTomorrow is Friday the thirteenth,” she said. “I know how superstitious you are. I thought maybe you’d stay home and hide under the bed all day.”
    â€œHa ha,” I said. But I felt a cold tingle at the back of my neck. “I’ll be there,” I told Hannah. “I’m not totally wacko, you know.”
    But I’ll wear my lucky shirt, I thought. And I’ll take my four-leaf clover in my backpack. And I’ll ask Mom to pack my lucky sandwich for lunch—peanut butter and mayonnaise.
    â€œI have to go to school tomorrow,” I told Hannah. “I have basketball practice after school.”
    â€œHow’s practice going?” Hannah asked.
    I chuckled. “Not bad. So far, I haven’t gotten any splinters from sitting on the bench!”
    Hannah laughed. I could hear shouts and wild laughter in the background. “I’ve got to go!” she said, shouting over the racket. “My family is still celebrating my winning the SUV! Bye!”
    She clicked off before I could reply.
    That night I dreamed about locker 13.
    In the dream I stepped up to the locker. Someone had taped a calendar to the door. I came closer and saw that Friday the thirteenth had been circled in red.
    I started to rip the calendar off the locker door. But I stopped when I heard loud breathing. Hoarse wheezing sounds. Like someone was having trouble breathing.
    I touched the locker door. And it was burning hot!
    I screamed in shock and pulled my hand away.
    Again, I heard the hoarse breathing from inside the locker. And then I heard a tiny voice cry out: “ Please … get me out .”
    In the dream I knew I was dreaming. I wanted to lift myself out of the dream. But I was stuck there. And I knew I had no choice. I had to pull open the locker door and see who was in there.
    â€œ Please … I want out. Get me out! ” the tiny, frightened voice called.
    Even though I knew I was dreaming, I still felt so frightened. Real fear that makes you shake, whether you’re awake or asleep.
    I watched myself grip the door handle. Slowly—so slowly—I pulled the locker door open.
    And I stared in horror at the figure huddled inside the locker. Because it was ME!
    It was me inside the locker, hugging myself, trembling all over. It was me—and my eyes started to glow. My eyes glowed out from the dark locker, red as fire.
    And as I stared at myself, stared at those ugly,