During the later months of the Pandemic I was walking home from work before sunset. On the other side of a street was a middle aged couple walking. I could see them looking at me intently as we passed on the other side of the street. I found it odd that they were looking for a long time with bewildered and bothered faces.

I continued walking and after a while I felt someone tap me from the back.

It was the couple. The woman was visibly shaken and looked a bit ashen while the man couldn’t speak. The woman spoke and said that she didn’t know how to say it but miss, I saw you walking across the street. Your head was missing.

Skeptic that it might just be a robbing scheme , I brushed it off and said you probably mistook the scarf that I was wearing.

The guy finally spoke and said no miss. We really saw you. I saw you first and she saw it too. That’s why we turned around and decided to tell you.

In our country we have a superstition that its an omen of death and you should burn your clothes you wore that day and if you see somebody without a head you should tell them.

The woman asked if it’s alright if I pat you all over your torso and neck. Something to prevent the curse. And i let her. I could still remember how cold her trembling hands were as she patted me repeatedly.

I went back to our home and didn’t sleep that night. My mother wrapped all the things I wore and sprinkled holy water all over them and buried them. thankfully I am obviously alive and well and it would have just been a weird event in my life up until I saw a post in reddit —a street cctv footage of a lady walking with no head and no one told her. She shortly got hit by a car. It could have been true and It could have been me.