Itchy Ear Superstition Novels & Stories

He watched the other 666IB soldiers without a helmet cupped their ears with their hands as the voice yelled in a loud disturbing voice. They were told not to listen to it. Rumors circulated that the word was a kill chant, a memetic hazard that would immediately stop someone's heart from beating. But of course, he knew that it was bullshit. Otherwise, those who accidentally discovered it would have been in the news for "listening" to an officially dead radio frequency. Other rumors said that the voice yelled loudly in a disturbing manner was said to have caused deafness. But he didn't believed it since the rookies who were exposed to it could still hear. But when he asked them about the sound

“They deal in forbidden magic. It’s blasphemy. It’s the work of… of…” “Sigard? The God of Many Eyes and Ears?” Prince Legiere laughed. “Out of all the things that surprise me the most about you, it’s that you hold to a rather quaint and outmoded superstition about the gods. Are you devout? Do you say your prayers to Diantha every night?”

"It scares me, you know. Especially since you're pregnant." "Eh! What do you mean?" Andre looks around nervously. "Do you believe in superstitions?" "No, duh!" Olive's lips curl. "You're so nonsensical. What year do you think we're living in?" "It's not about what year it is, Olive. Do you believe it or not?" Andre asks again, but this time his eyes seem to bulge as if there's something around Olive. "No!" Olive gives Andre a pretty hard flick on the ear. "I'm not Yossie who you can easily scare, okay!"

He answered her, his orbs filled with pain while he tried to take his mind away from the problem that we were looking at. “Yeah, there was a rumor about an occult club that deals with kidnapping babies, and I heard they drain the blood out of the babies to celebrate their victory or initiation, I don’t know how true that was, but trust me, that was the talk of the town for weeks before it finally died down.” She started, irritation ran through my blood while my face mirrored what is was feeling, PURE DISGUST.

The elixir had worked rapidly and cured the ill before they join the departed. Lucian had heard the story from his mother a million times in his fifty Lecanther years, and he still believed it sounded an awful lot like they had something to do with the plague attacking only shifters in the first place, but no one listens to him anyways so he kept shut about his theory.

Some of the old generation of well-educated people would also commonly dismiss this kind of superstitions. It was the same case for Yolden. He had been living abroad for so many years, and he had never believed in this kind of superstitions before. However, since his right eyelid had kept twitching today, and since his daughter had just participated in the government's military operation, he could not help but feel extremely uneasy. So, he suddenly felt the urge to get his divination read. So, he told Charlie, “Charlie, please go ahead and leave first if you have something to do. I will go and take a look over there.”

Dear Lord, he must really worry about bad morning breath if he slept clutching a bottle of breath spray. Big ego much? But then I noticed the other item hanging from his keychain and resting against the backs of his knuckles. He had an old, tattered and really cheesy rabbit’s foot. It reminded me of my grandma Cicely. She followed all kinds of hoodoo traditions like whipping up homemade powders for healing and luck, and using animals’ body parts to attain success and power. She still hung blue bottles from trees outside her house to trap evil spirits in. And she hadn’t let me go off to college without a Bible and protective amulet.

“Mother, it is enough, I am not possessed, how many times I will tell you that?” “It is for your own good, my son, please forgive me” They notice, the faith healer, get a whip, according to him, it is the tail of sting ray, believe, to cast away, any evil spirit, once you hit it, the person concerned. Another old belief based on superstition, many years have passed, in the olden days.

Or at least her ma would. Kate had known it probably wasn’t a good idea to tell them about Ecto. Her parents were low-tech to the point of being analog, and they were quite superstitious. Every Black Friday (the Holy Week day, not the sale) and sometimes all through Black Saturday, they would unfailingly remind Kate to avoid getting injuries, eating meat, sweeping the floor and taking a shower. They would collect rainwater on Easter Sunday believing it had healing properties, and hang blessed palm on the front door all year long to ward off evil and bad luck.

Some wanted them as a symbol or trophies, others expected them to serve as their pack's oracles which lead them to early graves because of the mentality of If I can’t have it, then no one will. The rumors say the silver ones had special abilities, that some had the powers to foresee events before they transpired, infinite wisdom if you will, or the power to heal with a single touch, it was even whispered that one had the Goddess's ear, the ability to speak to her and hear her. I call bullshit. I was born with silver hair and eyes like moonbeams and I have never had any such visions. It has only ever brought me pain and death, first when I was seventeen, I doubt it will be any different now