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evil red eyes, I watched my face begin to change. I watched hair grow out of my nostrils. Long braids of thick black hair, sliding out of my nose—down, down to the locker floor.
    Beneath the shining red eyes, thick, black, twisted ropes of hair were pouring from my nose. Out of the locker. Piling onto the hall floor. Curling around me as I watched.
    Yes. The long hair flowed from my nose and snaked around me as I watched in horror. Curled around me, covering me in warm, scratchy hair. Covering me like a big, furry coat, and then tightening. Tightening. Tightening around my chest. Tightening around my face. Wrapping me like a mummy. Wrapping me in my ghastly nose hair.
    I woke up, one hand tightly wrapped around the Lucite block with the four-leaf clover. Gray morning sunlight seeped through my bedroom window. My room was so cold, cold as a freezer.
    â€œLuke, what are you doing up there? You’re late!” Mom’s voice shattered the frozen silence.
    â€œA dream,” I murmured. A hoarse laugh escaped my throat. My eyes darted around the room. Normal. Everything normal.
    â€œHurry, Luke! It’s really late.” Mom’s voice sounded so good to me.
    I followed her order. I hurried. I got showered, dressed, ate breakfast, and arrived at school with about two minutes to spare. The halls were pretty empty. Most kids had already gone to their homerooms.
    I glanced at the clock on the tile wall. Then jogged to the end of the back hall to toss my jacket into my locker.
    But a few feet from my locker I stopped with a gasp.
    What was that on the door to locker 13?
    I crept closer.
    A calendar?
    Yes.
    Someone had taped a calendar to the door. And … and today … Friday the thirteenth was circled in red.
    â€œMy dream!” I murmured.
    That horrifying dream. It’s coming true, I realized. I’m going to open the door, and it’s going to come true.

 

    I stared at the calendar, at the number 13 circled in red marker.
    Last night’s dream played itself again through my mind. I shuddered. My legs and arms itched. I could practically feel the disgusting hair curling around my skin.
    With an angry cry I ripped the calendar off the door and crumpled it in my hand.
    Now I expected to hear the heavy breathing from inside the locker. And the tiny cries—my cries—begging to be let out.
    But I didn’t wait. “I’m not opening it,” I said out loud.
    No way am I going to allow the dream to come true.
    I tossed the wadded-up calendar sheet to the floor. Then I spun around and began running to class. The hall was empty. My shoes thudded loudly on the hard floor as I ran.
    I’ll keep my coat with me, I decided. I’ll just drag it around with me all day. I don’t need to open the locker.
    The bell rang as I reached my homeroom door. Mr. Perkins looked up as I burst into the room. “Good morning, Luke,” he said. “Running a little late this morning?”
    â€œA little,” I replied breathlessly. Unzipping my jacket, I started to my seat.
    â€œWould you like time to go hang your coat in your locker?” Mr. Perkins asked.
    â€œUh … no. That’s okay.” I lowered my backpack to the floor and dropped into the chair. “I’ll just … keep it.”
    A few kids were staring at me. Mr. Perkins nodded and turned back to the papers he was reading.
    I took a deep breath and settled back against the chair. I rubbed the right sleeve of my lucky shirt seven times.
    That dream is not going to come true! I told myself. No way! I won’t let it.
    Of course, I wasn’t thinking clearly. How could that crazy dream come true?
    If I had stopped for one second to think about it, I would have realized the whole idea was insane.
    But today was Friday the thirteenth. And I never can think clearly on Friday the thirteenth. I admit it. I’m always a little crazy on that unlucky day.
    I glanced up to see that Mr. Perkins had