THE TWO MAD WOMEN AT THE JUNCTION 😱

People passing by started to glance at us, sensing my tension, but none could see them. My mind raced. Could it be that my presence, my life, had some unseen connection to these women? Were they bound to me somehow?

Stella’s grip tightened. — “Michael! Come on! Stop standing there!” she demanded, unaware of the invisible storm at my side.

One of the women stretched out her hand, palm glowing faintly, and I felt a pulse of heat surge through me. My knees weakened. The voice in unison boomed again: — “Marry us, or face the madness!”

I couldn’t respond. My lips wouldn’t move. All I could do was stare, trapped between the ordinary world and this other, unexplainable realm.

Then, just as abruptly as it began, the energy lifted. The women vanished in a swirl of dust, leaving only the rings on the ground where they had knelt. My pulse raced, sweat dripping down my temple. I looked at Stella, who frowned at the rings on the ground. — “What is this?” she asked, confusion and suspicion battling in her eyes.

I knelt down, trembling, picking up the rings. They were heavy, cold, and unlike anything I had ever seen. Symbols etched into the metal shimmered faintly, almost alive. I felt a whisper in my mind: “The choice is yours. Time is running out.”

I froze, realizing this was only the beginning.

Who were those women? Why could I see them? And what did they mean when they said I would go mad if I refused? My life had suddenly shifted from ordinary to something beyond comprehension.

The cab honked behind us. Stella tugged my arm again. — “Michael! Are you coming or not?”

I nodded, slipping the rings into my pocket, eyes darting around, half-expecting them to return. Stella glanced at me oddly, unaware of the invisible danger that had just passed. I forced a smile.

But deep down, I knew one thing: the junction, the rings, the chanting… this wasn’t over. Something had marked me that morning, and the full story was only beginning.

The next chapter would reveal the secrets behind the two mad women, the rings, and the chilling warning that had followed me through the streets that morning. And I feared it would not be easy to survive.