A COFFIN DECORATED WITH A BOW WAS BROUGHT TO OUR WEDDING DURING THE CEREMONY – I NEARLY FAINTED WHEN IT WAS OPENED
A COFFIN DECORATED WITH A BOW WAS BROUGHT TO OUR WEDDING DURING THE CEREMONY – I NEARLY FAINTED WHEN IT WAS OPENED
Wedding day. My dad walks me down the aisle. We’re exchanging vows, and everyone’s tearing up, clapping and cheering us on.
Then, out of nowhere, I notice a group of people heading toward us from a distance, carrying something.
As they got closer, I couldn’t believe my eyes. THEY WERE CARRYING A COFFIN WITH A BOW ON TOP!
They brought it right up to the altar, set it down, and just walked away. The whole place went completely silent. One of my husband’s friends stepped up to the coffin and slowly lifted the lid.
I nearly fainted when I saw that inside was a
I nearly fainted when I saw that inside was a life-sized doll dressed exactly like me—wedding gown, veil, bouquet, everything.
It looked eerily real, its face painted with an unsettling smile, its glassy eyes wide open, staring straight at my husband. A chill ran down my spine.
There was a gasp from the crowd. My father tightened his grip on my arm, steadying me as my knees threatened to give out. My husband stood frozen, his face pale, his jaw clenched.
The silence was deafening, the air thick with confusion and fear. My mother started to cry, her voice trembling, “Who… who would do this?”
Then, we heard it—a slow, deliberate clap.
We all turned to see a woman standing at the back of the venue, her face twisted into a smug grin. She wore a blood-red dress, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she sauntered forward, her high heels clicking against the floor.
My husband’s face drained of all color. He whispered, “No… it can’t be… Sarah?”
The name sent a jolt through me. Sarah. The woman he was with before me. The woman he never spoke about. The woman who had disappeared without a trace years ago.
She stopped in front of the coffin, her fingers lightly brushing over the doll’s face. “Beautiful, isn’t she?” Her voice was cold, calculating. “Almost as beautiful as the day you left me at the altar.”
The room went still. I felt the blood drain from my face. “Left her… at the altar?” I whispered, looking at my husband. His eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open.
She turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and satisfaction. “You didn’t tell her, did you? About how you promised me forever… and then disappeared? About how I waited for you, humiliated, as everyone whispered behind my back?”
Tears filled her eyes, but her voice remained steady. “You killed me that day, David. You killed the woman I was. And now… I’m here to return the favor.”
Before anyone could react, she pulled out a knife, its blade gleaming in the sunlight. The guests screamed, scattering in every direction.
David stepped back, his face contorted with fear. “Sarah… please… I… I thought you moved on… I thought…”
She laughed, a hollow, chilling sound. “You thought wrong.” Her eyes flicked to the doll. “I spent years planning this. Finding someone to make her look just like your perfect bride. Just like the woman who stole my future.”
Her gaze shifted to me, her eyes narrowing. “And now, I get to watch you lose her. Just like you made me lose everything.”
My father pulled me behind him, shielding me as the groomsmen rushed forward. But Sarah was fast. She spun around, knocking one of them down with a force that didn’t seem human.
David stumbled backward, tripping over the coffin. He hit the ground hard, his head slamming against the stone floor. He looked up, dazed, just as Sarah stood over him, her knife raised high.
“No!” I screamed, lunging forward, but my father’s grip held me back. “Let them handle it,” he whispered urgently.
Just as Sarah’s blade descended, one of the groomsmen tackled her to the ground. The knife skidded across the floor, coming to a stop at my feet.
I stared at it, my heart racing, my body frozen.
Security rushed in, pulling Sarah to her feet, restraining her arms. She thrashed wildly, her eyes blazing with hatred. “You took everything from me, David! EVERYTHING!”
David slowly got up, his face a mask of shock and guilt. “I… I never meant to hurt you… I… I didn’t know…”
She let out a broken sob, her shoulders slumping. “You didn’t know? YOU DIDN’T KNOW?” Her voice cracked. “I loved you. I loved you more than anything. And you threw me away like garbage.”
Tears streamed down her face as she looked at me, her anger fading into sorrow. “He’ll do the same to you, you know. One day, you’ll wake up, and he’ll be gone. Just like he was with me.”
I felt a cold chill run through me, her words seeping into my heart like poison.
As the police led her away, she looked back one last time. “You destroyed me, David. And now, I’ve destroyed your perfect day. Enjoy your happily ever after… if you can.”
Then she was gone.
The Aftermath
The wedding was canceled. Guests left in stunned silence, whispering about the woman in red, the coffin, the doll.
David sat on the steps outside, his head in his hands, trembling. I walked over, my mind swirling with questions, my heart heavy with doubt.
“Is it true?” I asked, my voice hollow. “Did you leave her at the altar?”
He looked up, his eyes red, his face etched with regret. “Yes. I… I panicked. I realized I didn’t love her… not the way she loved me. So I ran.”
I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly cold. “And you didn’t tell me? You didn’t think that was important?”
He hung his head, his shoulders slumping. “I thought… I thought she moved on. I didn’t know she was… that she was still…”
I took a step back, my trust in him crumbling. “She was broken, David. You broke her. And now… I don’t know if I can trust you.”
He looked up, his eyes desperate. “Please… I love you. I chose you. I… I never meant for any of this to happen.”
I looked back at the venue, at the coffin with the doll that looked just like me, at the blood-red petals scattered across the floor.
“I need time,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I need time to decide if I can live with the man who destroyed someone… and never looked back.”
I turned and walked away, my heart breaking, my mind racing with doubt.
And as I left, I could still hear her voice echoing in my head: “He’ll do the same to you… one day, he’ll be gone… just like he was with me.”
And I didn’t know if she was wrong.