𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘

Chapter 1: The Bride

I look out the window and see that another family is moving their things into the house...my house. I watch as the little children play merrily in the yard, the husband and wife sneakily kissing each other as they take the huge boxes inside. I look away from the window, a spark of jealousy comes to light inside me, I can't bear to watch their happiness any longer, I slowly step out of my room and start to desultorily walk the hallway as I have been doing for the last...the last, I don't even remember how many years have passed, hundreds? The house has changed of course, the wallpaper's different, the carpet's different, the house itself once the grandest mansion in the entire county. has become old, rotting away, slowly decaying.

I long to feel the touch of my feet against the lush carpet once more, to walk normally not this floating around, touch things without knocking them over but most of all I long to be with him, my beloved. Oh! How I miss him, I have not forgotten him in the least, his images as clear as day in my mind. I could almost see him sitting in his parlor, reading a book, or smoking a cigar, my only wish was to be married to him. Is that too much to ask for? But that delusion lasted only a second as I realized that I am all alone, except all the families who have come and went some not even lasting a month.

As I turn around the corner to the foyer I see the wife, she almost saw me, but I backed away, it was too early for me to reveal myself. I then slowly go up the stairs, my long white dress trailing behind me. I remember when I first tried on this dress I felt so beautiful, I never wanted to take it off and as it turns out, I never will.

The wispy veil floats around my face, secured with a tiara. I feel tears slowly drip down my cheeks as I think about the life I could have enjoyed, with my children running around as me and him smile at each other with affection, but I try to banish such thoughts into the far corners of my mind for it was still daylight, I keep such thoughts for the night when I once again repeat my path. I pass the long ornate mirror in the gallery, I stop to take a look at it, it was my great grandmother's I believe, the once gold frame now a dull brown. I look at my reflection, my porcelain skin now a horrible shade of grey, the rosiness of my cheeks replaced by a gaunt look, my eyes sunken and become almost white, my hair I remember was a bright red, but now it is the color of ash, the flowers I once used to hold are gone, withered away into nothingness, my dress is the only thing that hasn't changed, still a pearl white, its lace still pinned at the sleeves, the glittery veil falling around my shoulders.

The door opens as I hurriedly hide in a corner. I see the husband walk in with a giant clock, I observe him as he barely manages to handle the clock and places it by the fireplace. The fireplace I remember was my favorite spot in the house, I would sit around its warm glow for hours, reading a book or doing embroidery. So once again I sat in front of it after he had left and waited till it was nightfall when I would once again go to my room sit in front of the vanity and wait for the clock to chime eight o' clock for it was at that time that night when mother had come in holding a letter, sobbing as my sisters arranged the veil on my head, the words she uttered are still engraved into my mind, just as fresh as that godforsaken day

"He's Dead" she had barely said between sobs, first I had not one idea what she was saying, but when I snatched the letter from her hand and read it, my heart collapsed as is if it had stopped beating, his horse had gotten out of control and led his carriage into a ditch. I was stricken with shock and grief as everyone around me tried to soothe me and gave their condolences.

That night before my maid came to help me change from my wedding dress, I bolted across the hallway and went up to the high tower, I could not imagine living in a world where he didn't exist, grief had overtaken my senses. As I stood on the tower's parapet, I could feel the cold wind on my face as I jumped to my fate thinking that I would be reunited with him in afterlife

I once heard that if a person dies without fulfilling their deepest desire, they cannot leave the earthly realm, so now I shall roam these halls for all eternity to come.

The End

(All chapters are their separate stories and are not related. Chapter 2 coming soon, Don't forget to vote<3)