I pace the floors, looking for a way out of this windowless maze, coming upon dead end after end. Holding my candle high, I inspect all the nooks and crannies. I moan as I realize I’ve been locked in some sort of crypt. I can see the etchings on the walls, displaying where a tomb would be. I look closer, and the engravings show me the year of the burial of each resting place.
I head toward the more recent graves, hoping to find a way out of this mausoleum when I reach the newest opening. I can hear bats swooping around in chambers off from the chamber I am in now. My candle is burning low. I hope it lasts long enough for me to escape my nightmare.
Finally, I reach a room lit up with more candles. In the center of the room lies a figure dressed in white. I walk towards the figure and see that she is dressed in her wedding dress. Looking at the dress, I sense a moment of dread, of deja vu. I look up at the slack face, and as my candle is guttering out, I scream, for my face is on the girl lying on the altar. As I moan, I realize why no one will ever hear me again.
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Great story.
WOW!!! MC, your horrific tale was wonderfully written!!! Love this!!!
Oh this hell is much better than marriage, trust me! 🤣🤣🤣 Love your story!
It would help if there was some kind of induction process wouldn't it, for the dead.
And in her wedding dress to boot.