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“Bridge of the lost bride” is the name of this bridge. It’s
famous for brides going missing from here on full moon and no moon nights.
Though, except for the elders, no one in the town believed that anymore.
SPLASH, is all what was heard that night. The people passing
by, paid no heed to the splashing water or the gasps. They thought, maybe it
was just the kids trying to act all spooky on the Halloween. Next morning, the
police found a pretty teen, wearing a bride’s Halloween gown, lying on the
rocks below the bridge.
It was Vicky who laughed and made fun about this cursed
bridge. Only, that night did she realize that the myth was indeed true, when
she sat to count her treats and the hand of black bride pulled her down and
everything then turned dark, the black bride had struck again.
This post is written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Wow that's a lovely dark take, well done.
ReplyDeleteHappy Halloween Michael.
DeleteThanks for dropping by :)
Great story! Chilling! Poor thing was just wearing a Halloween costume and got mistaken for a real bride!
ReplyDeleteyeah, poor thing, the costume cost her, her life.
DeleteHappy Halloween, thanks for commenting Priceless Joy :)
That is one angry bridge! Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteMy story is called The Stranger
bridge or the bride, I am not sure who was angrier.
DeleteThanks for dropping by Keith :)
Tell the town to send for the ghost busters, and deal with that evil black bride.🙂
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting take. They should knock down the bridge.
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