Itchy Ear Superstition Novels & Stories

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.

relax…up the legs…deep, even breath…stop clenching the eyelids…more breathing…wait for it… Nothing. Throwing back her covers with a huff and a pointed look at the sun, she sat up and rubbed her fists in her eyes. Eww! Eye crust. Pass the thirty mark and your body started disintegrating one organ at a time. Tomorrow morning, she’d have ear wax making her ears canals all sticky and gross. Next thing she’d know...Wham! Her whole body would be plagued with gout and dementia.

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.

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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

"Clearly." The conversation only became worse after that.Or better. Depending on perspective. Selene admitted she once believed birds delivered messages because they simply enjoyed gossip. Elira confessed she had been convinced mirrors contained tiny people. Evangeline revealed she spent three years refusing to step on certain stones because her grandmother insisted they were unlucky. "My grandmother also believed onions could solve almost anything." "Anything?" "Anything." "That's concerning." "It explains a lot." The room dissolved into laughter again. Work continued. The blankets were folded. Supplies sorted. Stories were shared. The sort of ordinary afternoon people rarely appreciated wh

They are just stupid stories told to put kids to sleep so I never believed it but for some reason Lucian seems to believe a lot of those kinda stuff and he says I'm the gullible one? I think there's more of a sciencey explanation for our immortality. Genetics and D.N.A and shit like that. The moon goddess is part of the retrograde era where people believed in spells and the moon. I don't really believe that, that's why I'm not quite sure about Shiraya and the whole stuff. I'm only letting it happen because I don't have a choice, Lucian believes in that shit and also Rhea's life is on the line.