00:00I should have been happy that night. Every girl dreams of her wedding day.
00:05But deep down, I knew something was wrong. My mother's expression was strange. Blank. Like,
00:13she wasn't really seeing me. And my henna? It had turned a sickly gray overnight. I showed them,
00:21but no one believed me. They said the mansion's last wedding ended in death a century ago.
00:27A curse, they whispered. One that demanded a bride every generation. I didn't know I had
00:35already been chosen. That night, after the rituals were done, I was left alone in the bridal suite.
00:43The silence was heavy, like it had weight. I kept staring at the door, but it wasn't just me doing
00:51the watching. I could feel something on the other side, watching back. Then a gust of wind lifted my
01:00veil. That's when I heard it. A whisper, but not from the hallway. It came from inside me.
01:08Who are you? Are you real? And then, another voice replied. Faint. Broken. Almost familiar.
01:20Cursed. Cursed. The next morning, I noticed a crack in the wall near the prayer alcove. Curiosity got the
01:30better of me. Behind the loose stone, I found an old diary, wrapped in rotting cloth and covered in dust.
01:39Its pages were half-burned, the ink the color of dried blood. It belonged to another bride.
01:47One who had stood where I stood, long before me. Her writing was frantic. Scribbles, symbols,
01:55drawings of ritual fires and screaming faces. One line I'll never forget. The veil hides the rot.
02:06I smiled on the outside, screamed beneath my skin. If you're reading this, run. Don't become the next
02:14offering. Later, I stood in front of the mirror. That's when I saw her. Not my reflection. Hers. Her face
02:25where mine should have been. Eyes completely black, and a smile that belonged to something long dead.
02:33I tried to move, but my reflection didn't follow. It moved on its own, and it smiled. That's when I
02:42realized, whatever haunted this mansion was no longer trapped in the walls. It was inside me.
02:50By dawn, I was standing at the edge of the old well, still in my wedding dress. I don't remember
02:58walking there. I don't even remember deciding to scream. But when I opened my mouth, something else
03:05came out. It wasn't my voice. She didn't die that night. Not really. Her soul was devoured,
03:14just like all the others before her. And now, the mansion waits for the next bride. You're invited
03:23to her next wedding.
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