Ghost Stories - The Crying Veil

Act 3 - Unrequited love gets even...

"Ellen! Listen to me!!" he yelled out, his tone far too loud, exercising his frustrations.

Anna paused at the mirror, furrowing her forehead. That faint echo; it was Russell.  Her eyes widened in terror as the wedding veil she had situated on her head was suddenly covered with blood - drops of blood.  She detected crying, pitiful crying as if someone in her head were in agony. And a faint voice cried out, "One in the house does not love you...  Even now, he plots against you....  Go to him now, Anna..."

Frightened that she was losing her mind, she jerked off the veil, but when she glanced at it, the blood was gone.  Not even a stain remained. It was as if she had imagined it all - as white as a virgin.  And that voice - that silly, idiotic voice.  Was she going crazy?  Giddy?  So happy that she was delirious?

Perhaps the stress of the situation, she told herself, the matter too disturbing to contemplate further.  The evening light had a way of playing tricks anyway, she went on to confirm in her thoughts, placing the situation aside.

Even so, she couldn't put the disturbing thoughts aside. Best that she find Russell to silence this voice inside her head that would not die.

Five minutes later, Russell was still waging a tongue war with Ellen on the phone.  His heart was suddenly in his dry throat, for now she had intentions of coming over and 'talking some sense into his dense head', as she had put it.  That just wouldn't do!  She was going to ruin everything!

Anna's hand went up to knock at the door, but she drew it back quickly as she heard Russell yell out impatiently, "Just stop it!!  Ellen, I swear that I'll be divorced from her as quickly as I'm married to her. We'll have all the money we could ever want. Please, I'm begging you to trust me-"

Russell cut off his plea to Ellen as Anna suddenly appeared before him, her face ironed over with shock.  Slamming down the phone, he reached out to her to attempt an explanation, but it was too late as she was already running from the room......

A month later, Anna decided to return the wedding gown - as she certainly didn't have use for it.  She supposed that she would never be able to trust another man again.

When she entered the quaint shoppe, the owner widened her eyes, then made her way over to her.  "I was afraid of this."

Anna delivered a questioning look and the shopkeeper continued, "Twelve times I've sold this gown and twelve times it's been returned.  Each time, the bride jilted.  You too, dear?"

"Yes..."

The shopkeeper gently took the gown from Anna and eased out, "I fear it is haunted, this gown with the crying veil..."

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