This is a long post, but a great one about various superstitious beliefs from a few places around the world. This post spans from Ireland to Iceland to numerous regions of America and the woods of Canada. It starts with the Irish belief in faeries, which apparently aren’t real, but no one will take the chance of messing with them, lol:
Are there any superstitious beliefs where your from? Let us know in the comments below!
These have inspired me to share one of my own stories.
I live in a country area in North Carolina, and though people say weird stuff don’t go on ’round here… Lets just say that they ain’t been in my neck of the woods before. ‘Specially them city folk. You can’t do anything out here. (note that I do live in the back of the woods) There are always packs of coyotes running around. Coyotes stealin’ chickens, and raccoons stealin’ ’em too. But I’ve never been so terrified to walk alone at night before. Even just to the trash can. Not since I saw this creature lurking beside my trashcan with glowing eyes staring at me while I was taking out the trash. One second it was there, two seconds later, gone. The abandoned house beside mine always has creaking coming from it, though it’s still in decent condition. The shed there is rusted and has these blank, dark windows. There’s always something watching in there. We may not have many wendigos or whatever ’round here, but we do got ghosts and we do get the visits from skin-walkers (don’t mention them too much in a week. They WILL pay you a visit. You won’t like it nor like what you see.)
Talk about ’em: You dead or forever afraid.
Say skin-walker too many times: You dead or forever afraid
DON’T DRAW THEM! EVER!
Don’t matter if you haven’t heard some of those things to not do. Do. Not. Do. Them.
I have had my experience with them. It’s awful. I may not have seen them completely, but I heard ’em. Y’all can keep your wendigos and Tsonoqua Woman. I have skin-walkers, ghosts, poltergeists, and other ghost like creatures that I am content with.
(note that it’s worse that I run through the woods a lot AND people like me before dealing with supernatural creatures or entities tend to have childhood monsters/demons that they see constantly that tend to stick around from ages 5-23 or longer.)
I live in Southern California. Can’t say I’ve ever seen anything out of the ordinary. I personally don’t believe in any superstitions but I can tell you one thing. If you’re hiking, and you feel uneasy/being watched, leave. Just leave. Trust your gut.
The person talking about Sacramento should not have been giving history tours, because they got it *very* wrong. The streets were not higher as a result of sediment after the flood of 1862; they were deliberately raised an entire story, one wagonload of dirt at a time. The Historical Society gives tons of details about that with their tours, including such fun facts as the hotel that didn’t shut down while they were raising it. (Also, it’s not Old Town to the locals. It’s Old Sacramento or Old Sac.)
Now, you want to know creepy in regards to flooding, take a look at the ARKStorm disaster preparation materials online. That’s basically what could happen if we got another 1862 flood, or for a more recent example, the winter snows of 2022-2023 followed up by a monsoon storm like we got in October of 2021 (with record-breaking 24-hr rainfall totals, over 10 inches in some areas.) The upshot would be the entire Sacramento Valley flooded after a couple of dam breaks and many levee breaks. In 1862, it took five months for the waters to recede…
I’m Australian and there are places in the deep bush, not the parks that tourists go to, but the deep deep bush and in the far outback that just feel… different. Ancient. Like you’re standing in a church. Not a modern one either, one of the really old ones where every step feels like your walking with history.
Places that the Elders and Wise People came for thousands of years. You often get the feeling that you are being watched but it’s like a lazy benevolent kind of watching, like a big dog half waking up and looking at you.
It stays that way if you are respectful but if you’re not, if you’re a dumb kid and don’t listen to your Elders about being quiet and calm… There is another feeling. It’s not fear, not really, more like an oppressive pressure, like someone is breathing behind you and… yeah.
Also you never go near shallow water alone, never. It doesn’t matter if it’s a trickle, you never go there. You might think it’s common sense, but I grew up on the South Coast and we don’t get crocs down here and there is this feeling… Like you are going to fall into this little stream and never come up, even though you should be able to stand in it.
It really makes you think about how the Bunyip myth.
I like to consider myself a modern person, someone who doesn’t hold any superstitions but the feelings… Could be just my brain tricking me, but I don’t stand on the edge of water, no matter what.