Charlie scanned the living room, looking for the cake and the ring supposedly inside. She swallowed the vomit that would come up ever so often. Oh, she couldn’t stand the smell. She had to find the source of the smell before she became too sick to move. 

The further she went down the hall into another room, the stronger it became. It was unbearable, so poor Charlie had to breathe through her mouth. A moaning sound was heard through one of the rooms. Charlie gulped and pushed it open Er so slightly. She saw something unspeakable.

A woman still in her wedding gown was laying on the master bed. Her dress was died red with someone’s blood. A man laid next to her, dead. His body was mangled beyond recognition while his head was between her breasts. His expression was horrifying. The blood tricked down his mouth and eyes. The husbands flesh was rotting, swarmed with flies and maggots. 

Charlie didn’t realize it was her screaming. The bride shot up from her bed and growled like a dog. Charlie ran into theitchen and threw up in the sink, nearly crying.