The ghastly woman would gasp softly, as she stares upon the ring you’ve mistakenly placed on her rotting finger. She was gorgeous— a haunting beauty to her deathly complexion.

What were you thinking— coming to the gravely woods at the dead of night and practicing your vows? Now, the undead bride seems to believe that you are her missing lover.

“...I do.” She’d whisper, looking at you with her hands on her cold, pale skin— smiling at you with such love. Where are you been all her life?