The Wedding Night Curse

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.. something feel

fog. I crack open the window, only to be met with an unnaturally cold breeze, despite it not being winter.

Mrs. Whitmore, the elderly housekeeper, she only replied in a

, I know I won't ge

rt to feel like a prisoner. Every

in a dark garden, with the looming shadow of a gnarled tree behind her. But what unsettl

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ear it more clearly. As if someone-or somethi

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pounds erratically. "Who a

ans

sil

Female. It slices through

its of strangers whose eyes seem to follow my every step. My footsteps e

tmore is watering the plants in a larg

oo

r turns clear once more. Maybe I imagined it. Or..

quietly. "Does this h

ssion is blank for a moment

near-whisper, "The more you

he bedroom wall," I say, unable

en steps closer. She

from the inside. And never look i

wn. "

t that hour... what's behind

to look for the cellar

ors. But after exploring the hallway behind the kitchen, I fi

ted, but strangely

nward into darkness. The

flashlight and begi

es my eye: a circle crossed with a single line, surrounded by three small dots. It's exactly th

o, the colder

end of the ro

om. Surrounded by dozens of melted candl

g veil hangs loosely, its co

what makes me

hang dozens of photographs. A

ir faces...

atched. M

back, h

f the collage, ther

t for one th

Morgan

begin t

corner of the room,

... it's no lo

a s

OUT BEFORE THE

. I burst out of the cellar-and nearly s

nreadable. Hi

sed to go down the

ng on in this house, Ethan?!" I shou

closer. S

em, didn't yo

rd w

s for a moment. T

n we thought. But that als

oat tight. "What do yo

one of them. Your voice... will

open. But no

something that mak

ever heard the whispe