It all started eighty years ago (back in the Middle Ages). A beautiful young woman, who was very, very much in love with her fiancé, was counting the days until they were to be married. Her fondest dream was that they would always love each other, and live happily ever after.
Finally, the day arrived whereupon she was to be married. She looked radiant, as she stood at the altar, in her white wedding dress. But, as the hours went by, the Bride realized what everybody suspected, her husband-to-be had skipped out, and left her at the altar!
Later, the Bride found out why the Groom never showed up…he had fallen in love with her sister! The next day, they were married!
That night, the Ghost Bride went to her closet, and put on her wedding dress. She went down to the basement, and found a big, sharp axe. She walked the thirteen blocks to her sister’s house. Her sister and her husband were asleep in their bed; they never saw the terrible event coming!
When the police came, they found her sitting in the rocking chair next to the bodies, rocking herself, and smiling, while she hummed the Wedding March!
Then, in horror, they could only watch as she jumped from her chair, and leaped out the window, resulting in her demise!
They buried her, in her wedding dress, right here, in this very cemetery. And every year, on the anniversary of her gruesome deeds, she rises from the grave, and wanders around among the headstones, humming the Wedding March, and looking for more victims. The End.