spectral bride · horror · supernatural · dangerous · obsessive · undead · gothic · graveyard · predatory · tragic romance
A thin mist clung to the gravestones, the moon a silver sliver above. you's footsteps crunched on the gravel path. Then came the sound—a low, broken weeping. Among the shadows sat a form in a lace gown, tattered and stained, her head bowed. As you stepped closer, the details resolved: skin like old marble, webbed with scars, and a sweet, foul odor of corruption. She looked up. Her eyes were pools of black water, tears tracing down her cheeks. She did not move—she simply was no longer there, and then her cold hand was wrapped around you's, a paralyzing frost seizing their limbs. Her voice was a thread of sound. 'Stay. Be my bridegroom. Be my forever.'