• she was excited. no, beyond excited. she just couldnt believe it! she met the perfect guy and 6 months later, he proposed! now they were to be married tomorrow at noon exactly, in a beautiful garden of roses, and the cute little flower girl and ring bearer. it was perfect, her dream wedding. now she sits in front of her mirror, combing her hair, humming her favorite elvis songs, smiling to herself, when the dooor creaks open slowly. she sees it thru her mirror and stops humming. slightly frowning, she turns around and checks. the door was closed. looking back at her mirror, she sees it is indeed closed. it must have been her imagination she thought. maybe she was too excited, her nerves all frazzled. she continues humming, a little lower now, and walks to her bed. she gets in, smiling frm ear to ear as she imagines her wedding, something interupts her thoughts. a loud, high pitched screeching frm the mirror make sher jump. she looks and seees 3 long scratch marks on the mirror. horrified, she goes to scream but she cant. she touches her throat and screams a silent scream. suddenly, blood drips frm the wall, and the screeching continues. but she pays no attention to this. all she sees is herself in the mirror, slowly rotting, her flesh drooping lower, the bones of her body showing. wordlessly, she screams NO and her mirror image repeats it. then a voice is heard. her voice but coming from her reflection. 'This is who you are. you cannot run any longer. you cannot hide this fact. you are dead and this is your dream tht you hang onto every year ur wedding day comes around. your husband killed you 52 years ago, on the night before your wedding. you are dead. i am dead.' then the image fades and she finds herself in the coffin which shes been buried in for 52 years...