I Am Superstitious

From as far back as I can remember, I rejected every superstition I came across. My mother was a strict Catholic who saw superstition as a sin, so maybe that's where it came from though I've added all religion to my list. It doesn't stop me enjoying a good ghost story. Ironically the night before my granny's death my mother was 100% convinced she heard the banshee; in other words some cats in heat. The Irish are incredibly superstitious. I suppose if you walk under a ladder you could get hit by something. I'd say it comes from times when there was no electricity; only an open turf fire, dark shadows, moaning sounds from the wind. Its fun!