MarriageNightmare

On a gloomy night, the protagonist was driving her car down a country road when suddenly, the engine sputtered and died. She tried restarting it, but to no avail. The storm grew stronger, with thunder crashing and lightning flashing, and the surroundings became more desolate. Deciding to leave the car behind, she set off on foot in search of shelter. In the distance, she spotted a dilapidated house, its exterior in ruins, as if abandoned for years. Feeling weary and isolated, she walked toward the house without hesitation. The door was unlocked, and as she pushed it open, the inside was engulfed in darkness. A musty, decaying smell filled the air, and the room was empty. Dust covered all the furniture, and the walls were cracked and faded. Though the house seemed abandoned, the protagonist decided to spend the night there. She placed her backpack to the side and sat on the bed, soon drifting into a deep sleep.

As night fell, her dreams began to twist. She found herself transported back in time, to a terrifying ghost marriage ceremony that had taken place in the very house she was in. The once bustling house was now silent, with only her breathing echoing through the room. She witnessed the horrifying scene of a bride being sealed alive in a coffin. The groom was already dead, and to complete the ghost marriage ritual, a young woman was forced into the coffin, alive. Her eyes were filled with terror, her body trembling violently, as though her soul was bound forever to the house. The protagonist felt a deep sense of empathy, as if she herself was experiencing the torment. She could feel the helplessness and agony of the dead bride, as though she too was trapped in this cursed house.

The dream became more vivid, as if she were living out the details of the ghost marriage ceremony. Suddenly, she awoke with a start, her heart pounding and drenched in sweat. The room remained silent, and the storm outside seemed to continue unabated. But the fear in her heart only deepened. When she walked to the window, she saw a fleeting shadow pass by outside. She quickly turned around, but saw nothing. Doubt crept in—had she fallen under the curse of this house? Each time she tried to leave the room or escape, the house seemed to pull her back to the beginning. At the end of the hallway was the same closed door, and beyond it, an endless abyss of darkness and thunder. Every decision she made, every attempt to break free, was swallowed by the house.

She began to realize that the house was not as simple as she had imagined. It had become a maze from which she could not escape, and she had become part of it. As she continued searching for an exit, the boundary between dream and reality began to blur. She gradually understood that she was no longer merely a witness to the house’s history; she had become its prisoner. Each time she awoke, she returned to the same room, reliving the same terror and dilemma. Every choice seemed to lead to an inescapable end, and the only way out might lie in her understanding of the dream. She had to delve deeper into the house’s secrets to find the path to freedom, or she would remain trapped in this endless nightmare forever.