The Angel in the Form of an Old Woman Sent to Save Me from Marrying a Witch
Episode 2
Written By Jerry Smith.
I stood there, holding the bottle of water, my fingers trembling slightly. There was a tight knot in my stomach, and I could feel the unease from earlier bubbling up again. Despite everything in me telling me to just leave it alone, something about the old woman’s insistence, her calmness, had made me do it. I was about to wash my face when I felt a sudden pressure—Prisca’s hand shooting out, trying to knock the bottle out of my hand.
“No!” she shouted, her voice filled with desperation. “Timothy, don’t! Please, don’t do it!”
Her panic was almost palpable, and I could see the fear in her eyes. But I wasn’t sure why she was so scared. I glanced at her face—there was something about her, something more frantic than I had ever seen.
But before I could react, I felt a tug as her hand reached for the bottle, and she failed to knock it out of my grasp. Her fingers grazed the bottle again, but I quickly pulled it away from her, my focus unwavering.
With a deep breath, I splashed the water on my face, the coolness of it feeling oddly refreshing against my skin. But as the droplets slid down my cheeks, something strange happened. It was subtle at first—just a slight shift in the air—but I could feel it, like a ripple passing through me. My surroundings seemed to distort for a split second, as if the world around me was shifting.
I blinked, trying to shake off the feeling, but when I glanced at Prisca, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
Her face—her beautiful, familiar face—had completely changed.
Before me stood something else, something horrific. The woman who I thought I knew was gone. In her place was an old, terrifying figure—her face now distorted with deep, grotesque wrinkles. The once smooth skin had been replaced with leathery, sagging flesh. Her eyes—her eyes were no longer the warm, brown eyes that I had fallen in love with. They were glowing, an eerie, unnatural shade of green that sent a chill straight through me.
My heart began to race, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead.
Prisca’s body had changed. Her fingers—once slender and graceful—were now long and claw-like, the nails blackened and sharp. Her clothes had transformed into ragged, filthy rags that hung from her like the remnants of a nightmare. The figure before me wasn’t even human anymore.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My mind was scrambling for an explanation, but nothing made sense. How could this be happening? How could this be the woman I had loved for the past three years?
“Prisca…” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What is this? What’s happening to you?”
The creature that was once my fiancée didn’t answer. Instead, she—the thing—let out a low, guttural laugh that chilled me to the bone.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Timothy,” she said, her voice warped and deep, filled with malice. “You should have listened.”
I took a step back, my legs shaky, my body frozen in fear. I couldn’t understand any of it. One moment, I was planning our future together, and the next… this?
To be continue…
What do you think is happening to Prisca? Do you think there’s a way for Timothy to escape? What would you do if you were in Timothy’s shoes? Share your thoughts and theories in the comments below!
