Itchy Ear Superstition Novels & Stories

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."

I had to resist the temptation to throw the liquid over my head and let my body be cooled, because the very cold water thrown over my head after such an activity - no matter how small my running time was - was still risky, at least that's what Elijah said. And I, raised in a family of superstitious women who didn't even comb their hair when they menstruated because I thought it caused a greater flow, I always thought that all his recommendations should be followed to the letter.

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.

“Oh, you won’t remember, you would have been just a small child. The Lightning Bird would appear, people would die. And it wasn’t just Idixat. It was my home, Isfap, Oren, Itoulp … even among the desert nomads.” Ilyria recalled the superstition she had grown up with. That the Lightning Bird was a portent of chaos, of unravelling, that he was warning or blessing depending on who was telling the story. Well, she had thought it just a superstition. “He killed them?” she asked.

I didn’t just laugh at that one, I practically cackled like a witch. “I can just imagine people coming up to you wanting to pull on your ears. That’s hilarious. Can I give it a try? Cause I wish for us to be magically teleported to the end of this road trip. I’m exhausted.” I laugh. Corvu smiles, but he doesn’t join me in my laughter. What was up with him? “A lot of people used to pinch my ears actually, just playfully though. It’s obviously not a true superstition.”

Hearing that, Felton—who still had a cold gaze in his eyes though traces of fear could also be seen reflected in them now—then asked, “…Inexorable witchcraft? …What exactly does it do?” “I’m glad you asked! You see, among all the secret techniques, this is one of the most vicious kinds of witchcraft! Once it starts, your entire body will begin itching. Eventually, the itch will get so bad that you’ll begin scratching yourself, but don’t think it’ll end after that. Oh no, you’ll continue scratching and scratching till all your skin peels off, and eventually, you’ll scratch yourself to death!” explained Gerald. Widening his eyes even more, Felton then warned, “Y-you b*stard! I dare you…! You w

I reminded myself, sighing. Suddenly, a familiar ringing sound struck my eardrums. I slapped my hands to my ears, and of course, it didn't stop the ringing. My eyes jerked to the moon and there wasn't a full moon in sight. The ringing didn't stop and it was making me shaky. Was the curse starting to spread to other days as well? No, no, no! I screamed and fell to the ground, covering my ears, my eyes tightly shut. My skin started to get heated and throb; my insides were shaking vigorously.

Dickson listened carefully, and once I was finished, he frowned. “I’ve heard of this before,” he admitted, and his eyebrows knitted together. “But I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time. People tend to believe in superstition when they find medical science unable to clear their doubts and fears. What do you think, Becky? Is this something you find any validity in?” I looked at him for a moment and then answered. “Dickson, have you heard anything about sorcery before?” I wondered. His frown deepened and he shook his head. “No.”

Warren playfully smacked Theria on the butt, and she giggled and flew upward. Warren continued to walk, "Herne, have you caught sight of our unwelcome guest," static came from the radio. "Yeah, that's taken a turn for weird," Cyrus replied, "Whatever is out here with us keeps offering food." "That's weird." "Giichi said not to eat a crumb. There is something wrong with it," Cyrus spoke in a low tone. Herne and I tried the bell. whatever is watching us knows to keep a safe distance from it."

Right before his eyes, his star pupil, having finished scratching his rear, began scratching his face uncontrollably, and no one could stop him. Jared kept yelling that he was itchy. Finally, he even stuck his fingers into his mouth, as if his tongue and entire oral cavity were unbearably itchy. Several people with weak constitutions began vomiting on the spot, and among them was Chantelle. She was a severe germophobe, and watching Jared scratch his behind and then his mouth was too much. Who could endure that? She certainly could not, as she bent over and dry-heaved continuously. Some odd characters reacted quite differently. For instance, a disciple from the Advanced Medical Institute, far