I would never name my child Jason Voorhees.

Wooded lakeside camps have always been forlornly creepy.

Silent giants wearing hockey masks out of context is now nightmare-inducing.



But calendrically there's nothing inherently scary about Friday the 13th. The date is arbitrary. It could have been "Tuesday the 27th."



[insert Wilhelm scream here!!!!].



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