prompt sat 14th

Prompt: Saturday 14th (approx. 640 words)

It’s an unusual feeling to realise that I have scraped through Friday the 13th without mishap.
When I was younger I was never superstitious. Nan would always carry on with little sayings: don’t walk under that ladder, its bad luck, you don’t want to break that mirror or it will be seven years bad luck, and why on earth would I even want to hang a horse shoe let alone hang one upside down. 
My attitude towards superstition changed when I was 23, with my particular aversion being to Friday the 13th. Too many accidents and things going terribly wrong for me to even consider that it might be coincidental. Each subsequent Friday the 13th just confirming the reasons for my apprehension.
So it was with a sigh of relief that I actually got to midnight with no broken appendages, nothing lost and no one after me for money. My response was to buy a drink for the only other occupant crazy enough to be sitting at an Irish pub in the Rocks rather than at a party dressed all in black to celebrate the day of bad luck.
She nursed a glass of scarlet coloured wine and was close to the bottom when the barman delivered the one I had paid for. A quick word as he placed the glass in front of her caused her to smile and turn to face me.
She beckoned me over. “Thank you for the drink,” she said as she inclined her head.
“My pleasure,” I replied. “I felt the need to have someone witness my survival of Friday the 13th unscathed.”
“Is that so?” she queried.
I laughed “I guess not everyone is as weary of the day as me.”
“Others should show a little more respect for it, there are reasons people should be deathly afraid on that day.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my interest peaked as I had finally met another person who seemed to at least consider that the day itself meant trouble.
“Well Friday the 13th has a foreboding reputation, there is misfortune that awaits those without a healthy respect for certain people and their customs.” She finished with a slight edge to her voice.
“Well my respect is healthy as is the fear I have each time it occurs.”
She laughed and raised her glass “I’ll drink to that.”
We spent the next two hours talking and laughing about a myriad of things and I found myself enjoying her company immensely before she sighed as she finished her glass.
“Thank you for making this such an enjoyable night,” she said.
“I was glad for the company,” I replied.
I’ve never been a woman who was into one night stands, yet here was someone that I had a fantastic night with and so I considered my position.
‘Perhaps we could continue this at my place?”
She smiled ““Are you sure?”
“I am”
She took my hand as we started to walk towards the train station. As we walked along the alley behind the station she stopped and glanced in both directions.
“You know,” she said “I usually have a rule about taking people.”
“You mean taking people home?” I asked, starting to get that uncomfortable tingle that lets me know something is about to go wrong.
“I mean taking people,” she said as she backed me against the brick wall.
“I customarily reserve Friday the 13th as the day to choose my next victim.”
“But its Saturday the 14th” I said as her eyes started to glow ruby red.
“I know,” she replied “but I’m prepared to make an exception to my rule.”
As her teeth lengthened I knew I was right to have been concerned about Friday the 13th but I should have been equally as fearful of Saturday the 14th.