Friday the 13th is a horrible day for me and my family. The thought of it gives me chills. On those days I just stay in bed with comfy clothes and keep my family inside, although they don't listen. On Friday, March 13 of 2015, Grandpa, or more importantly, best friend, had passed away. We had done everything together. He was the closest person in my life I had ever had. My paraskevidekatriaphobia comes from this particular even that had happened when I was only 8 years old. if you know someone with paraskevidekatriaphobia. Please do not make fun of them, and try to understand their reasoning. Have a good day everyone.