They were finally at the destination wedding venue, despite opposition from the families, whom they had somehow managed to convince.
Tisha stopped in her tracks as she was laying out her makeup for the next event. A table emerged from the shadows with eight legs bending and twitching, moving with the grotesque rhythm of an insect – every step it took left a trail that pulsated faintly.
A whisper seemed to rise from the surface, voices of the brides that once sat around it, now trapped in its grain – NO BRIDE SURVIVES.
She held back a scream as her eyes grew wide in horror, and the kajal in her eyes flowed on her cheeks.
When it finally stopped at her feet, she heard a grotesque voice call out her name.
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That’s a spooky table.
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Very interesting
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Reena, this is fabulous!! Outstanding image to go with your excellent story
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Oh God! Reena that was scary 😨
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Wow! Bad luck for sure with a table like that!
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