It's somewhat less common than my name, but not really uncommon, but both names aren't very similar except for starting with the same letter.
I think you're really just underestimating (well,
overestimating) people. I personally have a hard time distinguishing between Martin, Mark and Matthew and one of those names is
my birth name.
However, since I found out this thread.
I ain't superstitious. I believe in God, I have trust in Him, so I don't tend to fear devils all that much. And yet, there are things you just kinda don't do, because... why would you push your luck, right?
So for example, I have found out about an old folklore tradition when girls who wanted to get married, turned off all the lights in their house and with a single candle and a hand mirror in hand they walked around the house (sometimes there were additional conditions, like walking backwards or walking up and down the stairs) and allegedly, in the mirror they were supposed to see the glimpse of their future bridegroom. However, there was this off chance they might have seen ...
something else in the mirror as well, which usually meant they were to be buried within a year or so.
Now, do I believe in this type of divination? Not really.
However, that is such a colosally stupid idea I just can't comprehend it.
Catoptromancy - as it's properly called - is one of the things I wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole even back when I was an atheist. The human psyche has this tendency to "finish" and "correct" some of the sensations and perceptions you get, so when looking in the mirror in a darkened room, your brain has the tendency to "correct" and "finish" what it knows
has to be there, even when you don't actually see it.
Long story short, looking in a mirror in the dark is one of the best ways to get yourself some nice hallucinations or autohypnosis.
Call it a superstition, but I find this all creepy as fuck.
Why do I say all of this? Because I was a witness to a similarly dumb or "colosally stupid" idea.
The creepiest thing I ever saw, the one "mate, you shouldn't fuck around with that" was with my ex-gf, some 13 years ago. I was at college and the dormitory was right next to a historical cloister in the outskirts of Prague. Including the cemetery. Being young and stupid, me and the boys back then used to go to the cemetery at night, not to really misbehave, we just liked cemeteries and it had this mysterious atmosphere at night.
Also, some famous people are interred there, including the Czech Catholic protest-folkie Kryl, on whose grave we always left a cigarette.
Well, once my then-gf heard about it, she went completely crazy. Absolutely bonkers, asking me, really passionately, to not do it, ever, ever again.
Thing is, the "nigthtime cemetery visits" were this sort of tradition at the dormitory, she was somewhat older than me, so she used to do it as well.
And being "colosally stupid" (her choice of words), she decided to take some photos there with her camera.
After a lot of convincing, she showed me the photos. She refused to look at them, saying she didn't even know why she kept them - but she also kinda couldn't push herself to delete them. I guess you might get some kind of mental block, sometimes.
And honestly, it was the most fucked-up thing I ever saw.
It is one of those things that you tend to erase from your mind, because you can't quite comprehend it, so your memory tends to obscure it and make it vague.
Some photos were fine, but on some there were these... I cant describe it, it looked like green
clouds, but with really sharp linings, not in the background, nor right in front of camera, but somewhere in the middle. Sometimes just rolling on the ground next to a grave, but some looked like figures. Worst of all, I could almost swear that some of those had reflections that looked... almost like
eyes.
I still love cemeteries and to this day I'm not really afraid there - especially since I mostly visit those that are still next to a church and the deceased there probably had their funeral rites performed alright - I find it calming, spiritual, uplifting. Me and wifey are really passionate about them, usually when we travel somewhere, our first steps lead to the local church, the local cemetery, other old buildings and nature in the vicinity (and then we're finished and we can leave).
Being slightly inebriated back then when she was showing me the photos, I can also have the comfort of being able to tell myself it might not have been so. That I was mistaken somehow. That I saw it wrong or that it was part of some elaborate scam on her part, even though I tend to doubt that.
Mind is funny this way.
But precisely because I fear God and His order He gave to the world, I have respect towards cemeteries now. And never would I ever take a
photo there near midnight.