This chilling encounter took place just last night, around a quarter to midnight, during my spring break weekend. The events unfolded in a different location, with different characters, and in a different era, but the eerie tale remains etched in my memory.
As is my weekend routine, I stayed up late, savoring the freedom of spring break. On this particular night, I found myself in the kitchen, pouring a cup of soda down the sink. It was there, in the dimly lit room, that my ordinary night took an unsettling turn.
At first, I dismissed it as a trick of the imagination, a fleeting glimpse that I chose to ignore. However, as I poured the flat soda, the peculiar sight reappeared, this time more pronounced. It beckoned me to look out the window directly ahead, drawing my attention like a moth to a flame.
In the moonlit backyard, I beheld a vision that defied logic and reason—a woman, draped in a pristine white wedding dress, floated gracefully, as if untouched by the laws of gravity. My heart raced with fear as I struggled to find my voice, to articulate the inexplicable sight before me.
Minutes passed, though they felt like an eternity, as the spectral woman in the wedding dress turned to face me. Her gaze, an unrelenting stare, sent shivers down my spine. She watched, unblinking and silent, until, in a moment that defied comprehension, she dissipated into the night air, leaving me trembling in the wake of her ethereal presence.
Terrified and unable to contain my fear, I retreated to the safety of my bed and reached out to my parents for solace. They ventured outside to investigate but returned with no answers, the backyard appearing as normal as ever. With a facade of calm, we all retired to bed, but sleep eluded me, my mind haunted by the haunting figure I had witnessed.
In the stillness of the night, as hours crept by, an eerie sound pierced the silence—a woman’s voice, humming the haunting melody of the wedding march. The hair on my neck stood on end, and fear consumed me. Desperate for distraction, I turned on the television and endured the rest of the night in the company of its flickering light, forever marked by the inexplicable midnight apparition that had crossed my path