What was supposed to be the most beautiful day of my life quickly turned into something far more unsettling—a day I’d never forget, for reasons I couldn’t have imagined.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” my dad asked, his voice a mix of pride and concern as I stood before the mirror, adjusting my veil. My reflection stared back at me, a bride ready to walk down the aisle. My heart raced with anticipation, but my hands were steady. This was it. My day. My perfect wedding.

“I’ve been ready my whole life, Dad,” I smiled. Everything was falling into place just as I had planned. I spent months picking the perfect flowers, the perfect colors—every detail meticulously chosen.

But life has a strange way of unraveling even the most carefully laid plans.

The ceremony began like a dream. The music was soft, the guests seated and smiling. I walked down the aisle toward Jacob, my soon-to-be husband. Everything was perfect, just as I had envisioned. Jacob stood there with his easy grin, the man I’d fallen for four years ago, and for a moment, it felt like nothing in the world could go wrong.

But then it did.

Just as Jacob and I were about to exchange vows, something strange caught my eye at the back of the venue. A group of men was approaching, carrying something—something heavy. My breath hitched as I tried to make sense of it. A wedding gift? I thought. But as they moved closer, a sense of dread washed over me.

A coffin.

The wooden coffin, topped with an oversized red bow, was being carried slowly down the aisle, right toward us. My mind raced, desperately trying to comprehend what was happening. The once-lighthearted atmosphere shifted, the air now thick with confusion and unease. The guests fell silent, whispers replaced by the eerie creak of the coffin being placed at the altar, just feet away from where Jacob and I stood.