A young man was strolling down a street in South London. As he passed a large building with a fence around it, he heard a group of people chanting,“Thirteen,Thirteen,Thirteen,Thirteen,”
over and over again. Curious, he tried to see over the fence, but couldn´t. Then he spotted a knot in the wood, and put his eye to the hole. He just managed to spy some 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,Fourteen…….