Old Woman Took My Hand and Started Predicting My Future, Persuading Me to Cancel My Wedding

Esther, who had been distracted on her phone, suddenly noticed the woman gripping my hand. “Hey! Let go of her!” she demanded, stepping closer, ready to intervene.

The woman’s focus didn’t waver from me. “I see your upcoming wedding,” she murmured, tightening her grip. “Don’t do it. Trouble awaits you.”

I felt a chill run down my spine. How did she know about my wedding? What kind of trouble was she talking about?

Before I could ask her anything, Esther yanked my hand free. “Are you insane? Get out of here!” she snapped, pushing the woman back.

The woman blinked, almost like she was waking from a trance, and then slinked away without another word. I stood there, heart racing, staring after her.

“Penelope, are you okay?” Esther asked, her voice softening. “She was probably just a crazy person. Don’t let it bother you.”

I laughed it off, trying to shrug it away. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” I said, though her words gnawed at me for the next two weeks. “Don’t do it. Trouble awaits you.” The warning echoed in my mind, and no matter how much I tried to forget, I couldn’t shake the unease it left behind.

Then, just yesterday, while I was having lunch with my mom at a café, I spotted someone across the street. It was her again—at least, I thought it was. But this time, her hair was blonde, and she looked totally different. Yet, something about her seemed eerily familiar.

Without thinking, I bolted from my seat and ran after her. “Hey! Wait!” I shouted, catching up to her just as she was about to enter a shop.