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McKiersha - A White Bride
Chapter 1
A bride adorned in white walked the crimson aisle. Her ghostly apparition frightening all who beheld her in the chapel. Slowly, she glided across the room, her face hidden beneath a torn and tattered veil. Though all could feel her focused and piercing gaze, they knew not her purpose. They stiffened and watched as she made her journey to an unknown destination. As she moved further down the aisle, it became clear that the pulpit was her object in mind. The minister stared, he stood utterly speechless. She faced the minister. A quiet but sure voice uttered one word slowly, "You." Again, she whispered, "You." Staring at her, he closed his eyes, praying this was just a nightmare, but again he heard, "You." He stood frozen. What could this otherworldly creature possibly seek? He tried to remind himself that ghosts didn't exist, that this had to be a work of the devil. Except, he knew it wasn't. There was a cold chill running up and down his spine. He never felt this when he prayed with those afflicted by demons. He realized that she must want something...but what?
A bride adorned in white walked the crimson aisle. Her ghostly apparition frightening all who beheld her in the chapel. Slowly, she glided across the room, her face hidden beneath a torn and tattered veil. Though all could feel her focused and piercing gaze, they knew not her purpose. They stiffened and watched as she made her journey to an unknown destination. As she moved further down the aisle, it became clear that the pulpit was her object in mind. The minister stared, he stood utterly speechless. She faced the minister. A quiet but sure voice uttered one word slowly, "You." Again, she whispered, "You." Staring at her, he closed his eyes, praying this was just a nightmare, but again he heard, "You." He stood frozen. What could this otherworldly creature possibly seek? He tried to remind himself that ghosts didn't exist, that this had to be a work of the devil. Except, he knew it wasn't. There was a cold chill running up and down his spine. He never felt this when he prayed with those afflicted by demons. He realized that she must want something...but what?
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