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I must have been very young indeed when I noticed it, because I'd only just learnt to count to twenty (and I was, though I say so myself, an intelligent child). 'Mummy,' I said, as we stood four doors down from our own house. 'There's no number thirteen!' 'Some roads don't have a number thirteen,' she said, as if this were perfectly acceptable. I was outraged. 'Why not?' 'Because it's an unlucky number.' The older one gets, the less sense the world seems to make. What on earth was an 'unlucky number' supposed to be? Further investigation made a nonsense of what my mother had said. In every residential road I visited, I looked for numbers twelve and fourteen, and then for number thirteen. It was always there, either between those two or on the other side. Why was our road the only one with no number thirteen? There had to be a real reason; I was sure of it. Then, after I was put on 'free reading' at school, I began to think there might be a real, supernatural reason. The