Itchy Ear Superstition Novels & Stories

Josiah was taken aback by the sudden pain and screamed, "Meredith, are you taking revenge on me?" "Why would I need to do that?" "I just accidentally mentioned revenge." "No, Mister Josiah thinks too much." Meredith said, "Scraping can drive away bad energies in your body, and a cold can be cured quickly." "So superstitious." "Whether it's superstition or not, it won't kill you if you try it anyway." Meredith scraped him again.

"Don't make my ears hot with your teasing. After all, I've heard that story many times. Who wouldn't be afraid of the legacy of a cursed king? Grandpa put me to sleep in a cave for centuries so that Zeus wouldn't find me. But, god's magic penetrated those damn rocks. Ah, he should have hidden me in a giant clam. It is said that the sea is anti-magic." "I'm glad you're like me rather than a shabu fish," Glenn whispered, tightening his arms. But your question about the banquet indicates there's something you don't know about me," Glenn whispered. "Oh yes?" Ruby lifted Glenn's thighs, and the man sensitively clamped his hands around Ruby's hips. "Even though everyone is amazed and believes you

“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.

"We can shift anytime we wish, but the pull to shift is strongest with the tidal pull of the moon. We can resist, but it is difficult. The clothes usually end up ripped if we wear them when we change, as they obviously don't change with us. The bite and the silver are both nothing more than superstitious myths." "Oh, that's good, I guess." Chloe said simply. She thought about it for a moment, accepting this new information as though she were in class and this was the lecture. A new thought occurred and she frowned. "On an entirely different, yet related topic, why would someone want to kill me over this?"

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.”

Sandro answered. "Does it mean something?" she asked again. "No. Nothing. Maybe something or an animal run behind my picture that's why it fell down," he answered. "But in superstitions, that means something bad will happen," Sarah said. Sarah is shaking. When she was still a child, she stayed with her grandmother. She learned several things that old people are believing in. An example of that is superstitions. Her grandma said that if a picture of a person fell down without someone touching it or there is nothing that can cause its fall, something bad will happen to the person or people in the picture. They might be in danger.

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

The belief is that it protects you from harm, no matter how deep you are caught up in it. "Where did you get it from?" "From an auction house. Are you familiar with it?" "I'm sorry. I am not into superstitious beliefs." "They are not superstitious beliefs. You don't know what the outside world looks like. How can you be walking in the street one minute and the next minute someone is ripping your head open or biting you? Or even using you as bait for evil. There is so much evil out there, and things like this come in handy, which helps me stay safe." She forced a smile after glaring at me for the last few minutes.

he asks once we’ve walked a block back toward the restaurant parking lot. “Oh, it just means we’ll see them soon.” I shrug. “It’s a formality. You should always say when you’ll see your family or friends next before you cross a threshold. If not, the malocchio—the ‘evil eye’—can get to you before you’re able to return.” He blinks, processing. “Oh. I’ve never heard of that.” “It’s a very old superstition. But it’s culture, and it’s important.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear as we step up to the car.

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.