For as long as I can remember, the thirteenth floor of my apartment building has been condemned. Nobody is exactly sure why, but recently, there's been a rumor going around that the stairs leading up to the thirteenth floor are cursed. So one night, out of curiosity, I went up those stairs. My friend, Jeff, warned me against it — said it was too dangerous — but I wouldn't listen. And then it happened. When I was near the top of the stairs, a skeleton popped out and caused me to trip.
"FUCK I'M FALLING DOWN ALL THESE STAIRS" I said as I fell head-first down a bajillion stairs.
"I WARNED YOU ABOUT STAIRS BRO," exclaimed Jeff, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "I TOLD YOU DOG!"
"IT KEEPS HAPPENING" I said as I fell down yet more stairs.
"I TOLD YOU MAN! I TOLD YOU ABOUT STAIRS!"