My name is Julia, I’m twenty-four years old, and I lead a life that many would consider perfect. I’m married to Jordan, and together we run a large shopping center.
Every Friday I usually visit the mall to supervise the employees’ work. I like to see how everything runs smoothly and make sure the business continues to grow.
That Friday seemed like a completely normal day. The sun shone on the quiet streets as I walked slowly home from work.
I was only two months pregnant and still getting used to the idea of becoming a mother. Jordan was happy, and so was I.
Our marriage had only begun a year before. Jordan had always been a kind, responsible, and protective man towards me.
As I walked down the street leading to our house, I noticed a young boy standing near a dusty corner.
The boy appeared to be about eleven years old. His clothes were dirty and torn, as if he had spent many days without a home.
He was carrying a bag full of old bottles and recyclable trash. He walked slowly, like someone who was already used to the harshness of the street.
When our eyes met, the boy stopped abruptly. His gaze shifted from a blank expression to one of surprising intensity.
Then he raised his dirty hand and pointed directly at my belly.
His words came suddenly, like an unexpected blow.
“You’re carrying a snake inside you!” she shouted firmly. “Stop this pregnancy before it’s too late!”
I felt a heat rise through my body. Anger immediately surfaced within me.
How dare that dirty child say something so absurd?
“Are you crazy?” I yelled at him. “Where are your parents? You can’t say things like that to people!”
The boy didn’t seem scared at all. In fact, he started laughing.
His laughter was strange, almost hollow, as if it came from someone much older than him.
“This is no joke,” he said, staring at my belly. “You’re not carrying a baby. You’re carrying a snake. A huge snake.”
My patience completely disappeared.
I picked up a small stone from the ground and held it up menacingly.
“Get out of here before I call the police!” I yelled angrily.
The boy took a few steps back, but his expression remained strangely calm.
“Go to the hospital,” he continued. “End that pregnancy before the baby is born. Once it’s born, it will be impossible to stop.”
Those words seemed so absurd to me that I almost wanted to hit him right there.
I ran towards him trying to catch him to teach him a lesson.
But the boy was surprisingly fast.
In seconds he disappeared into a narrow alley between two abandoned buildings.
As he walked away, he could still hear her eerie laughter echoing in the street.
I returned home furious, still trembling from that strange encounter.
I tried to forget what had happened, convincing myself that it was just a troubled child talking nonsense.
When Jordan arrived home from work, we had dinner together as usual.
During dinner, I decided to tell him what had happened.
“Jordan, you’re not going to believe what happened today,” I said as I put my fork down on the plate.
My husband raised his eyebrows in curiosity.
“Today a kid on the street yelled something completely absurd at me,” I continued.
Jordan smiled slightly, waiting to hear the story.
“He told me I’m pregnant with a snake’s child,” I finally said.
To my surprise, Jordan started laughing.
I thought he just found the situation ridiculous.
But then he said something that left me completely paralyzed.
—Julia… I ran into that same boy today.
I looked at him in surprise.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Jordan took a sip of water before continuing.
“She told me exactly the same thing,” she explained. “She said our baby wasn’t human.”
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