Itchy Ear Superstition の小説・ストーリー

I can't lose my baby. I sniffle, expertly wiping the stray tear from the side of my face ."is there ."I choke in the words, exhaling softly, "is there anything that can be done... Even if it's unorthodox,"I almost whisper the last part, afraid that there will be someone to tap into our mind link to hear the thoughs passing She sighs, "well... I am not supposed to tell you this, and you didn't hear it from me, but.. I have heard about the existence of some witches who are famous for healing this kind of illness."

Elliot asked and I scoffed. “You’ve lived eight hundred years, Elliot, tell me one instance where you met a Vorthak?” Silence followed my question but it was soon broken by the sound of Elliot’s laughter. “Well I guess never, but it really doesn’t matter if we believe it. Our people are creatures of the old and many of them believe the legends, if word of this enters the city, it’ll spread enough panic to cause a disaster.” I sighed heavily, he was right. “I’ll dispel any rumors,” I muttered.

As the tendrils of fog lifted their hands heavenward, reaching for a sun they'd never meet, it was easy to see why the place inspired ghost stories and folklore. My grandmother was superstitious. She believed you should never pick up a penny that wasn't heads-up. She wouldn't walk under ladders, and she always knocked on wood. She never told secrets while standing near a mirror, in case someone on the other side could hear her. She worried over faerie rings for as long as I could remember. In the spring and the summer, when I would come to visit her house, she was constantly warning me about them. "Don't step in that ring," she would call to me, gesturing toward the brown-capped mushrooms th

Candace explains slowly, like she was talking to a child. Tamara/Tiana who I should just be calling ‘grumpy’ from now on looks like she is seconds away from shutting Candace up, forever. “Since when did you get so superstitious?” she asks, her jaws clenched and teeth gritted. “No, it is religious. Superstition is for the disbelievers and the priest at the church said all disbelievers are going to hell.” She said the end, pointedly referring it to grumpy who couldn’t be bothered about what the maid said.

Meanwhile, I shake my head. "Okay first," I say, counting my finger. "The Black Death was from a long time ago. Back before people knew about soap and washing their hands. Second, you get chicken pox only once in your life." "People get chicken pox once in their life," JumpStart says, scratching his back. "People. Humans. I am an elf. A wood elf!" Since his hands are busy, JumpStart starts to flap his ears back and forth like they're wings. He keeps on flapping them over and over until I push him out of QuickShot's room.

continued Erito also sighing in his relief. “They begin to suspect that we’ve got our telepathy ability…” said Eriwan slightly agitatedly. “No need to worry, Eriwan… As long as we don’t confess that we’ve indeed got a kind of telepathy ability, Dad and Mom won’t really know for sure. Nobody is really going to believe a kind of superstitious discussion like this,” said Erito in his convincing fashion. “Pierre, Rendy and friends really believe it…” replied Eriwan smiling gently and skeptically at the same time.

By the time I’d cried it all out, my water was cold, the bubbles were gone, and my fingers and toes were quite shriveled. I pulled the plug from the drain and lay in the claw foot enameled cocoon until all of the water had drained away. It was a throwback from my younger years when my great aunt Lily had insisted that I stayed in the tub until all of the darkness that the water washed from me had gone down the drain or it would follow me out of the bath. It seemed a silly superstition, but, then, so did vampires and werewolves at one time.

The lassie safeguarded herself that she would not be heard by those hordes of lunatics. Even the way she took breaths was really taken prudently — once she’s caught, she would be a goner. Under a pile of dried leaves where she hid, she itched… literally. Bugs; it must be the bugs that made her itch that much.

Cheryl blinked her beautiful eyes in confusion, “Grandpa, do you really believe in that kind of stuff? I haven’t heard of anything called the Thirteen Acupunctures of Hell.” However, she still listed out the acupuncture points he had poked. James’s expression turned serious as he listened to her. In the end, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, “The Thirteen Acupunctures of Hell, it really is the Thirteen Acupunctures of Hell! It’s the legendary reviving method! Cherry, quick, contact the guy. Grandpa would like to meet this young man.” “Huh…?” Cheryl’s mouth was wide open as she stared at her grandfather in disbelief.

The caretaker stopped scrubbing Violet's back, then she placed the washcloth on Violet's leff shoulder before leaving through the curtains. Violet sighed and continued scrubbing her back while listening to the conversation between the madam and Piggy. “This is clay soil, ma'am, you might not know this but clay soil is effective in tackling itch on skin, it also improves skin colour.” ”Are you sure this isn't a trick to—” “—I would never hurt Violet! She's my..” Piggy sighed, “This is a folk remedy only few know but it works! And besides, Violet would kill me if I gave her a wrong prescription.”