“With this hand,
I will lift your sorrows.
Your cup will never empty,
for I will be your wine.
With this candle,
I will light your way in darkness.
With this ring,
I ask you to be mine”
– The Corpse Bride, Tim Burton
Patrick Singer & Susan Lund
would like you to join them
as they exchange vows.
Six o’clock in the evening on October 31, 2013
St. Ignatius Church, Halloweentown, PA
Smart, casual dress is preferred.
Susan was getting excited as she got ready for her wedding. She had waited so many years to finally meet the man that she was going to spend the rest of her life with and finally the day had come. They were both nerds to an extreme degree, so it was only fitting that they would join together in holy matrimony on Halloween. Tonight she would become Mrs. Patrick Singer. Susan Singer. She loved the sound.
Everything seemed perfect so far. Wedding gifts began to fill the tables outside the reception area. She was certain there were blenders and crockpots and other things she would most likely have to return, but she didn’t care. It was always the thought that counted. Granular details didn’t really bother her. What was important was her membership in the Singer Clan. That was all that mattered to her now.
She began to don the black wedding dress that she had picked out. It was very similar to the one that Avril Lavigne had worn at her wedding. Susan didn’t care if Avril had been picked on for choosing that dress. Susan loved it and used it as inspiration for her own wedding. She added some extra details, such as leather straps to her bouquet of black roses. It was perfect.
Patrick was going to be opposite her in the color spectrum, wearing white full-length tails with a black bow tie and cummerbund. Susan imagined that they would have stunning pictures together.
She was a little surprised that the church didn’t give her a hard time about a Halloween-themed wedding. In fact, the priest was really getting into the mood of everything and decided it would be fun to dress up as a vampire for the services. Susan smiled at that. Things were working out perfectly.
Her father came to let her know that it was time. Susan stood looking in the mirror and suddenly couldn’t move. The mirror reflected, not the person she was, but an old woman, wrinkled and worn. She heard a voice cackling and turned to see her father pointing at her with a look of horror on his face.
Her world changed in that instant. Nothing was ever the same again. An endless nightmare of torment.
Be careful what you wish for, it may just come true.