Itchy Ear Superstition Novels & Stories

"You had a vision about us?" I nodded. "I've had a lot of dreams. So, I know what you're thinking. And you're wrong." I could tell they still didn't quite believe me. I'd have to provide more proof. I told them about a dream I had of them talking around their dining table and what they'd said and done. Fear seeped into Mrs. Efoti's eyes. She made some kind of sign across her heart as if to ward me off. "Akharu and usemi are very superstitious," Zander said, mind-speaking.

They were a very nice couple, both warm hearted and they passed it on to their kids; one of whom Zack was. He pressed a finger to my lips. "Don't bring my mum up," he whispered, eyes darting around frantically. "You know she senses when we talk about her, right?" I groaned. "I can't believe you're still so superstitious. That's just coincidence, nothing more or less," I explained for the utempeth time. Zack believed that anytime we talked about his mum or was about to do something stupid, she'd know and call to find out if he was alright. Just because it happened a few times doesn't mean she's psychic or something.

“A stranger you meet more that once is not meant to stay as a stranger.” “ARE you sure we are not lost?” Angelique asked Revin who was at the far front, leading the group. “My cousin took me there last time we were here. We are on the right track, I think.” “What if we are bewitched by elves or dwarves? We would not notice it but we may be walking in circles!” Nina exlaimed, making the atmosphere eerie. “I am not really superstitious, I do not believe that kind of stuff.” Jeff answered. “But if you do, you just wear your shirt inside out. That should do it.”

"Why don't you try to use me, mother? And let's see if making use of your daughter-in-law is really useless." Then when you are out of the country, I can do whatever I want here, Suzie thought inwardly. **** A/n: Katinko stick* -is a strong ointment used for muscle pain relief, itchiness, headache, etc. It has strong menthol properties that once you applied it on your lids, it could make one shed tears.

Even though Sam and the Coopers had worked together to seal the news, any news outside of Nine Dragon Antiques Market was still able to spread like wildfire all over South River City. “What? Did you just say someone was able to summon thunder and lightning to destroy evil spirits?” “It’s true. My brother-in-law’s girlfriend’s second uncle’s maternal grandmother’s sister’s son-in-law was at the scene. He saw it with his own eyes…” “Wait a minute. Have you been reading too much fiction? It’s the year 3202. Why do you still believe in such superstition?” Ordinary people would have just smiled and treated it as a rumor. However, shock reverberated through the influential upper-class families.

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.

The acupoints on the soles of human feet were sensitive. Darryl channeled his internal energy through his fingers, the stimulation made her itch. The itch was unbearable even to a person with a much stronger internal energy. He used the same trick on Yvette and Yvette was begging mercy. Darryl knew that no matter how stubborn one was, one was still afraid of itch. Irene was squirming as the unbearable itch came incessantly from the soles of her feet. No one could fight the annoying itch! The little fairy started giggling uncontrollably.

Yet, only for today, which coincidentally falls on the night of Friday from all days in the week, has brought shivers down on everyone's spines with its eerie and creepy surrounding. The older people from the past called this night-Jumaat Keliwon. They believed, during this night, evil spirits eagerly searched for victims either to play around or to prey on them. And their bloodthirsty is unquenched. There were many awful rumors regarding this belief, yet, people usually avoid going outside during this night. They choose to stay inside the comfort of their house, tucked safe and sound, rather than endanger their life for something ominous out there. This superstition is widely known and spre

she added. “Grandma,” I crept back into the chat. I was quite confused and scared, but I didn’t allow that to cause me to submit to grandma's superstitious utterances. I knew quite well that superstition rides on fear, and makes those who believe it to cower to submission. Once fear grips their minds and souls, they become perpetual slaves to their own imaginations. It is a kind of mythical science that ancient sages perhaps used to tame the disorderly people of their time. “Nothing will happen."

ROWAN I sneezed once more for what felt like the fifth time in the last fifteen minutes. My head jerked forward, and I sniffed before I straightened in my seat. My father turned to look at me from the head of the long table. “Are you listening?” he asked. I ignored his question and continued rubbing my still-itchy nose. Was someone talking about me? This was what they said in superstitions, right? The elders droned on, their voices like background noise until Elder Harren slammed his palm on the table. “This is getting out of hand,” he declared. “Even the Praetor’s wife has been attacked in our land. That is embarrassing.”