The Corpse's Last Dance: A Haunting Reunion

The night of the wedding was supposed to be the most joyous of their lives. The bride, Lianna, was radiant in her white gown, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Her groom, Alex, stood by her side, his smile as genuine as the love he claimed to feel. The venue was a picturesque old mansion, its history steeped in tales of romance and tragedy. Little did they know, their wedding night would be the beginning of a haunting that would bind them forever.

The ceremony was beautiful, the laughter and clinking of glasses filled the air. As the night wore on, the guests began to disperse, leaving the couple alone in the grand ballroom. They danced, their hands entwined, their hearts beating in unison. The music was a sweet melody, a lullaby that seemed to be whispering promises of a lifetime together.

Lianna felt the warmth of Alex's breath on her neck as they swayed to the rhythm. "I can't believe this is happening," she whispered, her voice tinged with awe and happiness. "We're really getting married."

Alex chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know, baby. It's like a dream come true."

As the dance continued, Lianna noticed a strange glow emanating from the corner of the room. She turned to Alex, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Did you see that light over there?"

Alex followed her gaze and saw the faint, eerie glow. "Yes, but I think it's just the candlelight reflecting off something."

Lianna's hand trembled as she reached out to touch the source of the light. She felt a chill run down her spine as her fingers brushed against a cold, metallic surface. "It's a coffin," she gasped, her voice trembling with fear.

Alex's face turned pale. "A coffin? Where did that come from?"

Lianna's eyes darted around the room, searching for an explanation. "I don't know, but it's not supposed to be here. It's not part of the decorations."

The music stopped abruptly, leaving a haunting silence in its wake. Lianna and Alex exchanged a glance, their hearts pounding in their chests. They turned to face the coffin, its lid slightly ajar. From within, a faint, ghostly figure emerged, its eyes hollow and lifeless.

Lianna's scream echoed through the room as the figure stepped out of the coffin. It was a woman, her long, flowing hair cascading over her shoulders. Her dress was tattered and blood-stained, her face pale and twisted with anger. She glared at Lianna and Alex, her eyes filled with malevolence.

"Who are you?" Alex demanded, his voice steady despite the fear gripping his heart.

The woman's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I am the bride you never knew. I was promised to him, but he betrayed me. Now, I will take him with me to the afterlife."

Lianna's eyes widened in horror as she realized the woman was Alex's first wife, a woman he had been forced to marry under duress. She had died a tragic death, her spirit unable to rest until she had avenged herself on her betrayer.

Before Alex could react, the woman lunged at him, her hands outstretched, her nails finding no hold in the cold marble floor. She turned to Lianna, her eyes filled with a desire for revenge. "And you," she hissed, "will never be able to live your happily ever after."

Lianna's heart raced as she watched the woman's hands close in on her. She felt a surge of adrenaline as she fought back, her own hands reaching out to grasp the woman's arms. The two of them struggled, their strength equal, their wills as fierce as their determination to survive.

The struggle was short-lived, however. The woman's eyes began to glow with an eerie light, and she let out a chilling scream. Lianna felt herself being pulled into the woman's grasp, her own eyes blurring with tears as she fought to stay conscious.

The next thing Lianna knew, she was lying on the cold floor, the woman's lifeless body beside her. Alex was on his knees, his face ashen with fear and disbelief. "Lianna, are you okay?" he whispered, his voice trembling.

Lianna nodded weakly, her eyes fixed on the woman's lifeless form. "She's gone," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alex's eyes met hers, filled with sorrow and guilt. "I'm so sorry, Lianna. I didn't know. I never knew."

Lianna's eyes filled with tears as she looked at her groom. "It's not your fault, Alex. It's her fault. She was betrayed, and she wanted to make sure you suffered too."

As the night wore on, the couple lay in the grand ballroom, the ghostly figure of the woman haunting their wedding night. They realized that their love would never be the same, that the spirit of the woman would forever be a part of their lives.

The next morning, as the sun rose over the old mansion, the couple sat on the veranda, their hands intertwined. They looked out over the rolling hills, their hearts heavy with the weight of the night before.

"Will we ever be able to move on?" Lianna asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alex nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "We will. We have to. For each other."

Lianna smiled, her eyes shining with the promise of a future, no matter how dark the past had been. "Yes, we will."

And so, the couple left the old mansion, their wedding night forever etched in their memories. The spirit of the woman remained, a haunting reminder of the past, but also a testament to the resilience of love.