Alright, so… For starters, admittedly, Kennedy is a bit superstitious. He grew up in New Orleans, where you can walk through the French Quarter and visit actual voodoo shops. And it’s not just a gimmick like fortune tellers or psychics. When you speak to the people that work in these shops, they’re serious about it. And, of course, that’s not even the hardcore voodoo practiced by people living out in the swamps, the truest of the true believers. So, yeah, that stuff rattles him. Now, you take this boy out of New Orleans and place him in deep rural Canada where it’s literally always dark and cold. Like, how is it dark at 3:30 in the afternoon? Canada is creepy enough even without the Louisiana superstition. Plus, there’s wendigos out here. So, hell to the no when it comes to Friday the 13th. I’ll see you boys on Saturday… assuming you survive. (That’s what you get for going outside.)
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