My best friend is called Pat, and when we were around 7 years old she moved into the house just down the road from my house. This was how we met. Pat told me that before she met me she was helping her mum unpack the things from their old house and deciding where to put them in her new one. She told me that as they were finishing they came across an oval straw-woven mat and in the centre was what looked to me like scrunched up balls of purple tissue paper stuch on the mat into the shape of a Duckling. No eyes. just a simple duck shape. It was made by her Nana as a wedding gift and although it was quite worn even the day they recieved it, they ment well and put it up on the wall above the fireplace. When Pat showed me it for the first time she told me that it makes bad luck happen! I didn't understand what she ment by this. So she told me that Mike her baby brother got really ill and had to go into hostpital when they put it up and she said that it changes too. I thought she was just making it up. And almost every night I would dream of the mat, not as a Duck, but for some strange reason a rabbit in mid jump. Weeks later Pat's Nana and baby brother died in the same week. But because they recieved their Nana's picture. They replaced it with the Mat above the fireplace. The scary thing was, wasn't the bad luck. It was the fact that it was supposed to be in the shape of a rabbit, not a duck. And when she turned it around she was right the beak of the duck was infact a pair of ears. So it seemed as though I was having some sort of phycic dream as if I new.