There’s a crazy woman who always comes….

There’s a crazy woman who always comes knocking on my door every Friday afternoon, and every time my guard opens the door, she says, “I’ve got the 7 mysteries your boss needs to know.”

My guard always kicked her out, because I had given her strict instructions not to let any stranger in. And every time I came home from work, he would tell me what the crazy woman had said.

Weeks passed. The woman would come every Friday afternoon, and repeat the same thing:
“I have the 7 mysteries your boss needs to know.”

So, one Friday night, I decided to let her in, just to hear what she had to say.

She looked very tattered, like someone who had been wandering around and eating from the dumpsters for days, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to know what that woman had to say.

I allowed him to enter my house that night. He asked me to go upstairs to show me some things.

We entered a room, locked the door, and he stared at me saying:

“I’ll show you the 7 mysteries in 7 different rooms. Do you have at least 7 rooms?

“Yes, I have,” I replied.

Then he opened his bag, took out a white blanket and covered my eyes.

As soon as it covered my eyes, I screamed loudly as sweat began to run down my body.

She laughed, lifted the blanket and said to me:

“Describe what you saw.

I stammered:

“I… I saw a fat woman, dressed in red and white, with three eyes, brown teeth… She wasn’t wearing sandals… who is she?

She laughed again, but immediately became serious and said:

“You are married to the spirit world. She is your spiritual wife.
She’s the reason you’re not married.
It’s the reason why no woman wants to get close to you.
She is a very jealous spiritual wife; any girl you plan to marry… She destroys those plans immediately.

I froze, with tears in my eyes. I asked the crazy woman:

“So… What is the solution? Please help me!

“I’ll give you the solution after showing you the 7 mysteries that affect your life. It will be a very serious battle.
But for now, follow me to the second room, so that I may show you the second mystery.

Episode 2

Then I took the mad woman to another room, to show me the second mystery. The first mystery was that he had a spiritual wife. Only God knows which would be the second.

As I entered another room, he locked the door again, took out the same white blanket, covered my eyes, and asked me what I saw…

I screamed again, but this time much louder, because what I saw was really terrifying. I started to spin while screaming, trying to take the blanket off, but the woman told me not to!

“Describe what you see,” he asked.

I stuttered as my heart pounded.

“I… I… I see five children… they are around me in a circle… three boys and two girls, all dressed in white… Please, who are they?

She abruptly removed the blanket and frowned tightly.

“Remember I told you you that you have a spiritual wife?… These are your spiritual children!
On June 6, 2015, at the age of 17, you married a spiritual wife.
The first child they had was a son, Endorea, born in 2018.

—Your second spiritual child was born in 2019, a girl named Mantessa.
The third was born in 2021, another girl, Gandelia.
The fourth, a boy, was born in 2023, Vandellion.
And the last one, born this year 2025, is called Kenniah, also a boy…

“Besides, they’re the reason why your money mysteriously disappears every week. They use it to support themselves!
That’s why you work and work without seeing results. They take the money to enrich themselves in the spiritual world.
And they have also sworn that you will never be able to have children on Earth.

Hearing that, I dropped to the ground. Tears began to flow uncontrollably.

“Who did this to me?” All this time I was accusing my guard of stealing my money… and it wasn’t him!?
What kind of battle is this? Who did I offend in this life? Who!? Who!? WHO?!?

The crazy woman shouted at me:

“Get up, young man!” This is no time to cry or lament!
This is a time of war and courage.
You’ve cried for too many years already!
Follow me into the third room, that I may show you the third mystery.

EPISODE 3

I wiped my face with the edge of my shirt as I followed the crazy woman into the third room. My legs were shaking, and my soul was already tired of the weight of everything I had ever seen: a spirit wife, spirit children, and now… Another mystery waiting for me behind another locked door in my own home.

I never imagined that I—a man who had always prided himself on logic and reason—would end up following a homeless woman with dust in her hair and cracked feet to the center of my own spiritual bondage. But there I was, climbing the stairs behind her like a child lost in a maze.

When we reached the third room, she stopped, looked at me with her fierce eyes of madness, and said:

“This room will show you the source of your delay, the root of your confusion, and the chain that keeps your destiny bound.

He pulled out the same white blanket again, covered my eyes, and this time didn’t even ask if I was ready. He just whispered:

“It’s time.

And immediately, I felt the same sensation as before: my body began to tremble, sweat ran down my neck like rain in a storm, and a strange heaviness settled on my chest.

But this vision was different from the previous ones—darker, denser, more terrifying.

I saw a huge tree in the middle of a dark forest, and tied to the roots of that tree were chains… Rusty chains fastening… me.
Another self. Younger. Bleeding. Crying. Screaming.
And around the tree, somber figures danced—some with masks, others without faces.

Yelled:

“What is this!?” Who are those people!? Why am I the one tied up there!?

But the crazy woman said nothing. He just waited while I trembled, describing everything he saw.

When he finally pulled back the blanket, I fell to my knees, exhausted and terrified beyond words.
She sat down next to me, this time gently, and explained:

“That tree is not just any tree. It is the ancestral tree of your father’s lineage.
And the boy you saw tied to your base is the spiritual version of yourself—the version that’s trapped in a generational covenant made long before you were born.

“Your grandfather made a blood pact to obtain protection and wealth.
And the condition was that every first male child of the next three generations would be given in spirit as a servant of that altar.

I couldn’t breathe. My chest was heavy from shock.

“So… I am the sacrifice? I asked.

She nodded slowly.

“Yes. You live physically, but spiritually you are chained.
And until those chains are broken, you will keep running in circles—trying, pushing, but never reaching real fulfillment.

I buried my head in the palms of my hands. Silent tears soaked my fingers.

“What now?” I whispered, “Am I doomed forever?”

She stood up and said firmly:

“No. That’s why I came. That’s why I knock on your door every Friday.
Because the 7 Mysteries must be revealed before we can begin the battle.

Follow me into the fourth room, and I will show you the fourth Mystery: the most dangerous enemy you have ever faced.

EPISODE 4

As I followed the mad woman into the fourth room, a strange silence fell over the house, as if the very walls held their breath, watching what was about to be revealed.

She didn’t say a word this time, she didn’t even lock the door like before. Instead, he pointed to the center of the room, where a simple wooden chair rested under a light bulb in the ceiling, flickering faintly and casting long shadows on the floor.

“Sit down,” he ordered.

I obeyed, my heart beating stronger than ever.

He took out the white blanket again, but this time, before placing it on my head, he leaned over and whispered:

“The enemy you are about to meet is not only spiritual… walk, eat, breathe like you… and lives near you.

My skin instantly bristled as she covered my face and the darkness swallowed me once more.

But this time, the darkness was thick, as if it had been dipped in ink. Then I saw a tall man in a black robe, holding a staff carved with symbols I didn’t recognize. His face was hidden, but his voice cut through the darkness like a dagger.

“He must not get up.
“He must remain bound… their destiny belongs to us.

Yelled:

“Who are you!?” What do you want from me!?

The voice of the mad woman appeared in the shadows:

“Look around.

And as I turned, I saw a house—my house, my yard, my gate—and there, standing in the shadows, with bright eyes and a sinister smile, was my doorman.

I froze. Unable to speak. Unable to move.
And then, everything went white.

She quickly pulled the blanket off me and I fell forward from the chair, choking, gasping for air.

“Your own watchman,” he said gravely, “was placed there to watch over you, to keep you tied up, and to prevent any help from reaching you. That’s why he always kicked me out.

I looked at her, confused and heartbroken.

“But… But has he been with me for years? Trust him! I fed it! I even raised his salary last year!

She let out a bitter laugh.

“You were feeding your enemy,” he said.
He reports every spiritual progress of yours, every attempt to free you, reports it to the coven that holds your destiny, and they attack accordingly.

I covered my mouth, in shock. It all started to make sense: how I always lost contracts right before I signed them, how I got sick every time I planned to travel, how strange things happened every time I prayed for a long time.

“So what do I do now?” I asked.

His eyes lit up with fire.

“Now… Fights.
“I have shown you the Mysteries:
One—your spiritual wife,Two
—your spiritual children,Three
—ancestral bondage,Four
—the physical enemy near you…”

The last three Mysteries will be revealed during the battle, because they are tied to your answer. But tonight, at midnight, we begin.

He gave me a small pot, a bottle of oil, and a strange scroll covered in ash marks.

“Tonight, you will pray like a man who has nothing to lose.
You will pour this oil on your gate and order that all power that watches you be blinded.
You’ll burn this scroll outside at exactly 12:33 AM, and you shouldn’t fall asleep.

I took everything in with trembling hands, nodding like a child receiving final instructions from a teacher.

“And the doorman?” I asked.

“Face it in the morning,” he said.
But by then, he will know that his time is up.

And so, he got up, took his ragged bag, and left my house without saying another word.

I stood at the window watching her disappear into the night, and although I still didn’t fully understand everything, I knew one thing:

My life would never be the same again.
And this battle, fierce as it was, would be the end of my captivity.

For the mysteries had been revealed…
And now…

It was war.

END.