The auspicious hour had arrived. The wedding rites were complete, yet the bride remained kneeling in her blood-red wedding dress.
A gust of wind lifted her bridal veil, revealing a woman’s half-rotted head. Her lifeless eyes stared straight at me.
I tried to flee, but an icy hand clamped tightly around my wrist.
“Where are you going, my lady?” the wedding attendant asked with a smile. “It’s time for the banquet.”
Dark purple corpse spots stood out starkly on his powder-caked wrist.
So none of the guests at the wedding banquet were alive.
Myself included.