13 Is my Favorite Number

13 is my favorite number
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-Recovered by the SCP Foundation from ████ Mental Asylum, New Jersey.
Written
by ████ Jonas'''
I’ve lived in by the Pine Barrens all my life but
everything I once knew about our snug and once safe home is gone. It was my 13th
birthday and a couple of friends and I decided to take a stroll in the woods.
One of us heard about how the Jersey Devil lurked somewhere around these woods.
I figured it was just a 12 year old being gullible and decided to tag along,
just because. We went at 12:00 PM into the woods and were fooling around quite
a bit. About 45 minutes pass before we run into what looks like a small church,
it’s rotting wood painted in white was barely seen through the thick layers of
ivy that covered it. I was curious to what was inside so I decided to go in. I
looked back only to see my friends ditching me for a good laugh. Why I didn’t
follow their lead I don’t know, but I wish I did.
I
stepped into the church and ran into cobwebs covered in dust. Rows of seats
where obviously infested with termites and I avoided the weak parts of the
floor all the way up to the pedestal. Looking at the pedestal revealed a bible.
The bible looked completely empty at first, so I started to flip through the
dust-covered and weathered pages. The only text that was in the entire book was
on the 13th page. The only thing written was a large 13 that seemed
to be painted on in ink, each digit taking up half the page. I started to get a
bit scared really, but I wanted to see more. I figured that it was some kind of
hideout for some hobos or something and 13 was some kind of password. Yeah, it
was far fetched but it kept me going further into the structure. It was about
1:00 PM and I heard a scarping noise near the 13th row of seats. I
looked down to see a hole in the middle of the floor, and I could tell it
wasn’t a horde of termites that made it. It was perfectly square and had an old
wooden ladder. Against my better judgment I was convinced there was some kind
of buried treasure there and reluctantly went down. 
I was almost down the ladder when I heard a
splitting noise. I had a feeling the wood wouldn’t hold me. I fell onto a
cobblestone floor, my head was bleeding a little bit and I was worried for my
safety.  I tried calling for help, but I
knew it wouldn’t be heard. I looked down at my watch again, it was 1:01 and the
hatch that lead me here was closing up, until it was completely dark. I needed
to find a way out, and I walked down a doorway leading to a dark stone room. It
was too dark for me to even try and look around for an exit. I remembered I had
my phone and maybe I could use at a light source, or maybe to call for help. I
probably made the smartest choices in my life at that moment, and called the
police. I told the operator that I was stuck in the middle of the Pine Barrens
inside an old church. I gave her my address so she could locate which church I
was speaking of. She told me that there hasn’t been a church in the depths of
the Pine Barrens since 1813. The church was burnt to the ground in an attempt
to stop the pagan worship of a demon born in that very church on the 13th of
January. I dropped my phone in shock, that was today... my birthday. My phone hit the ground and suddenly flames were lit. 
10 torches stood side by side at the front of the
room. I looked down only to see that below the torches were 3 heads on sharp
wooden stakes. The room smelled of sulfur and death. I nearly vomited at the
sight of the rotting heads of several animals. One was a goat, one a kangaroo,
and one small head of a bat. Flies surrounded the heads, the buzzing rung in my
ears and I started to scream for help. A sound of which I knew wasn’t natural
came from the far corner of the room, the corner I didn’t check… the flies
dissipated as soon as the sound took its unholy spotlight. It consisted of
three different sounds; a low-pitched growl was overshadowed by a high-pitched
whimper and a very high screech of terror. I looked over to see a creature with
a goat’s head, the wings of a bat, and the body of a kangaroo. I knew what it was
when I saw a black, forked tail. This was what we had come looking for, it was
the Devil itself. The creature lurched back violently when it caught my eye.
All I saw was the creature lunging at me, jaws open; accompanied by that
wretched sound…
I
woke in the hospital and was handed a mirror. I dropped the mirror in shock; I
was covered with cuts, each and every one of them was a small 13 organized in
columns. Everything, even my eyelids were carved with that number. Nobody
believed me; nobody believes what happened, I don’t like it when people don’t
believe me. It makes feel like I want to call him. I even started to carve 13’s
into the wall just for my new best friend. Mr. Leeds is my newest and best
friend I could ever need. I’d do anything for him, and he’d do anything for me!
I’m so happy in this white room, where I can play with Mr. Leeds all day! It’s
great really; I hope I never leave this place! If I do, Mr. Leeds says we can
play at the church and live there with him. 13 is my new favorite number; Mr.
Leeds says that 13 is the best of numbers. I agree with him, 13 is when all
this wonderful stuff happened to me! 13, 13, 13.