Narrative Essay On Superstitions

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Superstitions are a fascinating and thrilling part of life. Various people believe that superstitions are ignorant and foolish, but my family knows for a fact that they are genuine beliefs. How do we know this? My family, the Winchester’s, and myself, Alice, have recently endured countless hardships that were caused by the simple mistake of not knocking on wood when bad luck was looming in the air.

It was a chilly Friday afternoon when our once perfect life in Kansas came crashing down to the ground. In our twenty-five million dollar mansion lived my mother, Ethel, and my sister, Meredith. Following the birth of my sister, Meredith, my father was shortly killed in a horrific accident. I faintly remember the chaos of grief and funeral services, …show more content…

My father would always say, “In order to ward off the Devil, one will need to knock on a piece of wood when they sense or smell evil coming.” Scoffing at what they thought to be a ridiculous idea, my father decided to go on a long drive to release an enormous amount of negativity that was encompassing his once positive mind. Before he started the car, I ran to the blue chevron and asked him, “Daddy, why are you not knocking on wood before you leave?” My Daddy responded, “Honey, objects and people are highly capable of shattering your hopes and dreams in an instant. Sadly the local children have made my heart grow sourly bitter. My love for …show more content…

Through the thick and the sin, our luck always stuck by our sides. Sadly after the car accident, our family luck began to rapidly diminish. Our family mansion was claimed by the bank and was sold as a fore closure. Being fired by her job, Ethel, my mother, could not provide for my sister and I any longer. For months we lived on the street with no shelter, food, water, or blankets. Recalling my dad saying, “Being beggars on the street is a pathetic way to solve your personal problems of poverty.” I was discouraged to think that Daddy would be disappointed in my mom, Meredith, and I. Consumed by drugs and alcohol, my mother began to worship these addictions and they became a replacement to her for her own children. While Meredith and I were dumpster diving one morning for breakfast foods, we discovered our mother’s mangled body with her throat slit. We screamed a blood curdling scream and the police quickly arrived. The police asked us numerous of questions and said it was time to find our father and live with him. We exclaimed to the officer, “Our father was killed in a car accident and now we are orphans.” All of our other relatives live in another foreign land or we do not even know that they exist. My parents both despised their families and said that they did not want to raise my sister and I in the toxicity of the relationship that it would bring. Since we did not have any family to stay with, we were immediately put

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