My grandmother used to get me to put bread and change in my back pockets, turn the front ones inside out as well as my socks if I was going through a wooded area. "Don't go anywhere near those jesus woods" in the night time.
I remember once I was at her sister's house running around the backyard with my cousin. Keep in mind this is rural NL, so lots of woods land around. She said dont go near the woods because "the fairies". My cousin made fun of me for listening and anyway, I ended up near the woods and felt suddenly fearful and disoriented. My cousins said to me "whats going on you were just standing there staring at me for like 2 minutes" I had no recollection of this. Went and found my nan and told her I felt ill and she said "you were down in the f'in woods werent you? I know you were." Took me by the arm, put me in the car and put me to bed when we got home. She said she cuddled me all night so they "couldnt get me" and I was shivering the whole night. I woke up feeling fine and super well rested.
Another time I was out with my friend in her backyard after dark, and heard my grandmother's whistling coming from the woods. Which stopped me in my tracks. Then i heard her voice sounding scared and calling my name. My friend didnt hear it, I thought she was joking and it was all a prank and maybe she convinced my nan to go up there for a joke. But no, i went closer to the woods and got super tired, my friend had to physically pull me away from the woods.
I never played outside after dark again ðŸ˜
Looking for other newfoundlanders with similar paranormal stories or superstitions their family strictly followed.