Cursed By An Oracle
Episode 2
Written By Jerry Smith.
I stared at the man in shock. My heart pounded so loudly I could hear it in my ears. Had he really just said that an old woman was following me? Holding a calabash? Scaring away the men who wanted to approach me?
“I… I don’t understand,” I stammered. “Who is this woman? Why can’t I see her?”
The man sighed. “She is not of this world. She exists in the spiritual realm, but her presence affects your physical life. She ensures that no man will ever come close to you or your siblings.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
“This can’t be happening,” I whispered.
“Do you want answers?” the man asked.
I hesitated. There was something about him—something unsettling yet strangely reassuring. My mind screamed at me to run, but my heart told me to stay.
Finally, I nodded. “Yes. I need to know what’s happening.”
He extended his hand. “Then follow me.”
I followed him down a quiet street, my mind racing. Who was this man? How did he see things I couldn’t? Could he really help me?
After walking for about twenty minutes, we arrived at a small building. It wasn’t a grand cathedral, just a modest structure with a wooden cross above the entrance.
“Is this a church?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied. “This is where I seek the face of God.”
I hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense. Candles flickered against the walls, casting eerie shadows.
“Sit,” the pastor instructed, pointing to a wooden bench.
I sat, my hands trembling.
He took a deep breath before speaking.
“Rose, the reason you and your siblings are not married is not because of bad luck or coincidence. It is because of a covenant.”
I frowned. “A covenant? What kind of covenant?”
His eyes darkened. “A covenant your parents made.”
I gasped. “My parents? No, that’s not possible. They are good people. They go to church. They pray.”
“Yes,” the pastor said. “But before they turned to God, they sought other means to have children. They made a deal.”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t believe you.”
He sighed. “Let me ask you something, Rose. Have your parents ever told you about how they struggled to have children?”
I hesitated. It was true. My mother had often spoken about how difficult it was for her to conceive.
“Yes… but they eventually had us,” I said.
“Exactly,” the pastor replied. “Because they made an agreement with the devil. In exchange for children, they promised that their offspring would belong to him. That is why none of you can get married—because in the spiritual realm, you are already married to something else.”
I felt my breath catch in my throat.
“No… this isn’t true,” I whispered.
“It is,” he said gravely. “And that old woman you cannot see? She is the enforcer of the covenant. She makes sure that no one else lays claim to you.”
Tears burned in my eyes.
“This is a nightmare,” I muttered.
“It is your reality,” he said.
I buried my face in my hands, trying to process what I had just heard. But then, the pastor did something that made my blood run cold.
He shook his head.
“Oh no,” he muttered.
I looked up sharply. “What is it? What now?”
His eyes were filled with sorrow.
“There is another problem,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He hesitated. Then he said the words that shattered my soul.
“If you and your siblings do not get married before the age of forty… you will DIE.”
To Be Continued In My Page
Jerry Smith
