THE TWO MAD WOMEN AT THE JUNCTION 😱

— “Fine boy, we’ve been calling you for ages! Why are you pretending not to hear us?” the fair one said, eyes locked on mine. — “Or is it because you’re with your girlfriend?” the darker one added.

Goosebumps crawled across my arms. Stella noticed my hesitation and began walking back toward me, her tone sharp. — “Babe, what are you doing? We’re late!” she yelled, confused and frustrated.

I tried to signal her, but her attention was elsewhere. Meanwhile, the two women knelt on the ground, pulling out rings, their voices chanting in unison: — “Marry us! Both of us! We’re running out of time! If you don’t, you’ll become mad like us!”

Cold shivers ran down my spine. I scanned the junction—no one else was looking. Everyone else was oblivious, walking past, immersed in their morning routines.

Stella screamed again, snapping me from my shock. — “Look at my watch! We’re late!”

It hit me. Only I could see the two women.

Panic mixed with confusion. Were they ghosts? Hallucinations? Or something more sinister?

Stella grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the cab, trying to drag me away, but the chanting continued. The rings glinted in the morning sun. I could feel a strange energy, almost magnetic, pulling me toward them.

— “You must marry us!” they chorused, louder now, voices layered with urgency and desperation.

My heart pounded. What did they want from me? Why me? And why did I feel an inexplicable fear that refusing them might have consequences far worse than embarrassment?