A young man was strolling down the street.

As he passed a large building with a fence around it, he heard a group of people chanting: Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen over and over again.

Curious, he tried to see over the fence, but couldnt.

Then he spotted a small hole in the wood and put his eye to it.

He just managed to spy a group of old people sitting in deckchairs chanting, before a finger came out of nowhere and poked him in the eye.

As he staggered back, the old people started chanting, Fourteen, fourteen, fourteen