Stephanie


 * Genre: Horror **
 * Characters: A crime scene investigator, principal, school teacher **
 * Setting: A wedding **
 * Story starter: streaks of light… **


 * Streaks of light flooded the aisle, blinding the high school principal as he walked slowly down the aisle. In fact, it was so bright in the wedding hall that he couldn’t even see where he was going. It was as if the sun were to inches in front of his face, melting the light receptors dancing on his retina. **
 * However for the people in the room and from my point of view, the room was quite dark. The music (that dramatic, hackneyed music) seemed to thud on the carpet and dig nails into the feet of the groom. In a way, he looked like a zombie, trugging forward aimlessly, holding his arms out to embrace his future wife. However, in a way he looked like me, a crime scene investigator, looking intently at what would become the evidence. **
 * Of course, I’m over exaggerating. The wedding was a grand affair with relatives of relatives coming to support the newly married couple. Why was I there? I’m the half-brother of the groom’s half-brother, so I guess you could say I felt obligated to support him. **
 * However, that’s not the only reason I attended the wedding. In fact, that reason falls far behind my hunch, which, in my opinion, has never failed me. Before I even received an invitation, I had a hunch that there was going to be some “monumental” event in the near future. Now, this may sound ambiguous and fairly sketchy, but I’ve experienced this hunch before. For example, last year in the middle of the night I had a hunch that something was wrong and the next day I woke up to find my dog laying limply besides my bed. For this reason, I felt called to the wedding. **
 * Was my hunch right? Well, I’m not sure yet. Yes, the event was “monumental” as my hunch predicted, but it was...well...interesting… **


 * “Hey! Oh my gosh. You are so dressed up today.” It’s her. My true love. The one, probably the only one that I desperately seek to be mine. Her hair tickles my neck and I can smell her shampoo. “Strawberry this time?” After a huge hug, she shows me this bright smile to me. “Yes! See? You are the only man who can detect about me!” **
 * Her light-blue skirt flutters in the air, just like her blonde hair. Her deep blue eyes are so astonishing that I can’t take my eyes off her just like the other days. And yes, I am going to propose to her to become mine. My woman. **
 * “Are you ever listening to me?” She frowns. Even her angry face is such a beauty to me. “Yes. I am.” I remember. You were talking about your new cat, how friends mistreated you today in group project and about your marriage with a boyfriend...Wait. Boyfriend? Marriage? What? ”I am so excited about this, Jake. I finally met my true love. Isn’t that wonderful?” You… “And see, you are the first one that I am telling about this. Aren’t you glad?” **


 * “I...Jake...boyfriend...wow...that’s amazing,” is all I can get out. **
 * “Is there something wrong?” **
 * “I...no. I’m fine,” I said with a forced smile. “I think I just need some fresh air.” I quickly excused myself from the exchange and stumbled back inside. How could she do this to me? How could she be so heartless? After everything I’ve done for her? Outraged I went back to my hotel room, clumsily bumping into other guests. I went back to my room and sat in solitude for an hour. Fighting back tears I remembered all the good times I had spent with her...and tried my best to delete all of them. When suddenly, my thoughts was interrupted by a sharp scream. **
 * *His lover is dead/just died **