The Rantings Of A Mad Woman

Night 26

(Warning: contains mutilation of a corpse, mass grave, cannibalism)

I was in bed, it was supposed to be a normal night, trying to get some sleep. As I was in bed..church bells chimed. Questioning my sanity, I took a look at the time, midnight. Puzzled, I knew bells don't go off at midnight. I was hearing things off as "I'm tired". I closed my eyes and suddenly I was in a church pew, left side but near the front row. The church's seats were all filled and the decorum was tasteful yet not extra. While I was busy examining my surroundings suddenly, everyone stood up except me. Bridal Chorus was playing. It dawned on me, that this was a wedding I intruded on. I tried to get up but quickly found I couldn't move a muscle. I was glued to my seat and watched the groom wait for his bride.  I could practically feel the happiness and warmth of love wash over me, and then...I heard blood-curdling screams and sardonic and mechanical laughter..the light flickers on and off. As the bride walks to her groom, I can see the bride's dress is pitch black. The groom is wearing all white. there's a matching white mask covering the man's face. From his eyes, I knew there was some familiarity, but I couldn't tell who it was. I did not dare speak but I knew he was watching my every move carefully. All the sounds echoed in my head but the laughter was the one thing that I knew sounded familiar. As it should have, it was mine...I tried to see who was under the black veil. I couldn't move or turn my head. It was as if I was only there to witness nothing more, nothing less. I could only see the back of her black elegant dress and veil. As I watched the ceremony take place, they both hand in hand slowly walked to the alter, and with every step, the scene before me became more..morbid. Their decorum becomes pieces of their guests: A head. A heart. A few twisted or ripped-off limbs. I felt sick.  The couple slipped the ring on each other's finger and the pile of "guests" that once filled every seat was now gone. All that remains are pieces of guests' outfits and bodies. Covered with blood-stained hand prints, the groom's white tux was now stained with red. The bride is kissed and there's a standing ovation but I'm the only "guest" left. The bride's veil never once came off. They then began to cut into a cake. This cake which once was decorated with flowers, is now filled with rib and clavicle bones. It smells like rotted meat. The bride cuts into their "cake" with her groom by her side watching. Strangely, they don't get the first slice. The groom then looks at me a makes a swiping gesture with his hand. The slice of "cake" is on my lap. I can now see clearly that the cake was a slab of layered flesh. I lost my appetite. A fork in my hand. The bride and groom feed on each other happily, as the fork comes to my mouth. And I can only watch as I take a bite of the rotten treat the couple has given me...

I wake.