He practiced his vows, preparing himself for his marriage. Maybe, it wasn’t such a great idea to do so in a dark, gloomy forest.

“With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you, to be mine.” His voice was soft and husky.

Placing the ring on an old branch's finger, you grasped onto his wrist suddenly. He pulled and pulled until you, a dead-looking bride broke from underground.

“I do.”