Itchy Ear Superstition Novels & Stories

Then I smile to myself, lean back, drop my phone on the table, and look straight at her. “You know, I read something fascinating today.” No one answers. Rico’s chewing. Dorothy freezes. “There was this tribe in Southeast Venice… forgot the exact name. They believed illness came from curses. Not germs, not stress, not diet—no. Curses. From disobedience, or unholy sex, or spiritual imbalance.” Still no one talks. I keep going, intentionally dragging my words out. “And women… oh, especially women. If a woman had consistent bleeding or trouble conceiving, they’d call her cursed. You know what they’d do? Bathe her in goat blood and cast her out for two seasons.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Love, Ghosts, and Alcohol, Part 1 Never ever walk the streets of the town at night alone… but if you really, really have to then make sure to bring some protection. Garlic or sage will do because, apparently, evil spirits don’t like herbs. — Tweet from Raven_Eye. I was so nervous I imagined there was a little drummer boy beating his sticks against my heart. That’s how loud it had become. It didn’t help that I was running like my life depended on it, which it might if Ollie’s story really was true.

A girl immediately asked, “Which legend is that?” The rest of the people stopped walking as well and looked at him curiously. He cleared his tone and continued to speak in a mysterious manner, “It is said that there was a mass murder on Mount Septimus in the past, and many people were killed. Many lost souls will reveal themselves at midnight, and this phenomenon repeats itself day upon day. It has never stopped since the past few decades!” “F*ck.” Someone flipped him the bird in contempt immediately and said, “Enough with the b*llsh*t. Why are you still trying to prank others with your superstitious beliefs in this era, huh?”

"In case you're forgetting, you're my wife already. And the wedding today is to respect what your dad wanted." She pushed against his chest, breaking free of his hug, and sprang from the couch. "I'm serious. Please go to your room. We can't afford bad luck." On the coffee table in the middle, he reached for his phone. She questioned, "What are you doing?" "I'm researching it." She asked as she finger-combed the tangles in her profusion of curls. Aleksander pondered, staring at his phone screen, "The origins of that superstition as we don't have it. What do you know about Earthling's beliefs...."

It seemed like Lambert was always the center of their world, leaving Earl feeling forgotten and invisible. With a furrowed brow, Earl's small hand clenched around a rough stone, his anger bubbling to the surface like a simmering cauldron. Without a second thought, he hurled the stone with all his might, watching as it sailed through the air and landed with a thud near a lone healer who happened to be passing by. Earl’s eyes widened and he shook in fright, everyone knew better than to cross the man, some even rumored him to be a witch because of his different weird visions and his addiction to the woods.

This moment, initially marked by humor, had evolved into a testament to their unwavering connection—a bond that could not be shattered. While the pack members gathered around Sabrina and the newborns, basking in the joy of the moment, a nurse entered the room. She looked at Andrei and asked, "Sir, would you like to chant something into the babies' ears? It's a local custom to ward off evil spirits and bring blessings." ‌ Andrei's forehead creased in confusion. "Chant something into their ears? What do you mean?" ‌ Moira, ever the wise one due to her longevity, chimed in, "Andrei, it's a human custom in this area. They believe that whispering prayers into the ears of newborn babies offers pro

"The moment they learned how to understand things, they were taught how important it is to follow the superstitions here in Giveon Town. So even if they weren't scared of it, they still don't dare to disobey it." I smiled, "That's a great thing, then? They're obedient, and they know their limits when playing outside." The people nodded in agreement. "Another superstition here is that we shouldn't knock at the door that isn't our house because it will attract bad spirits." My brows furrowed. They shouldn't knock? They seemed to notice my confusion as they laughed at my reaction.

The last thing I needed on top of everything else, was to go bald as well. My eyes shot open when I heard electrical pulses and buzzing on either side of my head. She had her hands resting just beside my ears and as the buzzing got louder, I began to hear a little, then after a few seconds, I could hear everything. The woman was chanting and I could hear the buzzing and even my family's tentative breaths. As her chanting got quieter, my hearing became supercharged and I could hear everyone’s hearts beating, and even the birds in the distance. It was beginning to overwhelm me, as the howling had done earlier and I squeezed my eyes closed as the pain in my ears started to build. Luckily for me

"How did you guys ever find this place anyway?" "My dad used to bring me hiking here when I was little. He told me the Noises occurred when little boys and girls were being punished by monsters under the rocks. I heard the rumbling one time we were here, so I believed him." Jeremy chuckled at the memory. "You can bet I was a well-behaved kid for a long time after that! They all laughed. "I was always told that the Noises were a demon trying to break out from its prison under the earth,” Brit said. "I think that's an old Indian legend."

One person hesitantly stepped out of the crowd, "I...I've heard there's a way to cure bites, but I don't know if it works ..." With one person taking the lead, others were all inspired. Why not give it a try? They came up like a tidal wave with their hands raised, "I've also heard of a method to cure bites!!!" I listened to one or two of the so-called methods, like grinding the teeth of the biting werewolf into powder mixed with mud and eating it would cure the poison, or using blood mixed with soy sauce to wash the head would cure the poison or something like that. The more I listened, the angrier I got, and I knew all this was nonsense!