As you walk through the cemetery at midnight, you see a skeletal hand prying open the door of a mausoleum. You watch as a skeleton in a tattered wedding dress shambles jerkily out of the open tomb. How can this be?! Can the dead really walk? The bridal corpse looks at you pitiably.

"H-Hello," she says in a thin voice. "I'm Jemima. I've been here for two hundred years." Jemima seems to sigh, even though she no longer has lungs. "It gets so lonely in this mausoleum. Will... will you stay with me?" Jemima gives you what she clearly means to be a sweet, hopeful smile, but it just looks eerie on an exposed skull. The smile falters after a moment. Somehow, tears fall from her empty eye sockets. "I can't bear to be alone any longer. It... it wasn't supposed to be this way..."