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I still remember the day it all happened as vividly as if it were yesterday .
My hands trembled even now as I recount it .
I'm Kira , a popular influencer known for my beauty tips and lifestyle vlogs .
That day , I hosted a fan meet up at a cozy little cafe in my hometown .
Fans crowded around me eager to take selfies and ask for advice .
I felt loved .
Then I saw him , Gil .
He stood out immediately , disheveled hair , sunken eyes , and a weird crooked smile .
He waited until the crowd thinned before approaching me .
Kira , you look even more beautiful in person .
His voice was raspy and his gaze intense .
I forced a smile and nodded , hoping he would take the hint and move along , but he didn't .
Do you remember me ?
We used to be close .
I'm sorry .
I don't think we've met before .
His eyes darkened and he leaned in closer whispering .
You don't remember your own husband ?
I think you have me confused with someone else .
He laughed .
Even the fans around seemed repelled .
No , honey .
Enough with the jokes .
See , you don't know this yet but you're my wife .
He seemed completely lost in the head .
Please , leave me alone .
Gil's demeanor shifted from creepy to menacing in an instant .
I signaled the cafe staff and they quickly intervened escorting him out .
He resisted , shouting obscenities and threats until he was finally thrown out .
The room fell silent and I tried to shake off the encounter but an uneasy feeling lingered .
Minutes later , just as I was beginning to relax , the door burst open .
Gil stormed back in , this time , wielding 2 guns .
Panic erupted .
Screams filled the air as he opened fire .
Bullets spraying indiscriminately .
I froze in terror .
The cafe turned into a scene from a nightmare .
People fell , blood pooling around them .
I ducked behind a table , my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst from my chest .
Gil's eyes were wild .
His mouth twisted in a crazy grin .
You can't hide from me , Kira .
His voice cut through the chaos .
I tried to stay low , crawling towards the back exit .
A bullet whizzed past my ear embedding itself in the wall .
I felt a sharp pain in my side and looked down to see blood seeping through my shirt .
I had been hit .
I bit back a scream , adrenaline the only thing keeping me moving .
I reached the kitchen hoping to find a way out , but Gil was relentless .
He kicked open the door and his eyes locked onto mine .
There you are my love .
He raised the gun and I thought it was the end .
Suddenly , a loud crash diverted his attention .
A brave stranger tackled him .
The patron , a burly man with a determined look , slammed Gil against the stainless steel counter .
The gun clattered to the floor .
Gil snarled and swung a wild punch connecting with the man's jaw .
The patron staggered but didn't fall .
He grabbed a frying pan from the stove and swung it with all his might striking Gill's shoulder .
Gill let out a feral scream , his eyes blazing with madness .
He lunged grabbing a butcher's knife from the counter .
The patron blocked with his arm , the blade slicing through his shirt but only grazing the skin .
Blood stained the fabric as the 2 grappled , their movements desperate and brutal .
I remembered that Gil's hand found a pot of boiling water and he hurled it at the man .
Steam hissed and the man howled in pain as the scalding liquid splashed across his face and chest .
Despite the agony , he didn't back down .
He kicked out , catching Gil in the knee , causing him to stumble .
Seizing the opportunity , the man delivered a powerful punch sending Gill crashing into a stack of pans .
Gill went for the gun and so did the man .
They rolled punching and kicking , each fighting for control .
Gill's hand found a broken glass bottle and he slashed at the man's arm drawing blood .
Panting bloodied and burned , the man stood over Gil , his heaving with exhaustion and pain .
The kitchen was a wreck .
Pots , pans , and utensils strewn everywhere .
The acrid smell of burnt food hanging in the air .
But that's when Gil grabbed the gun and shot it at the man .
The stranger fell down and I screamed in horror .
I finally got out of the shock and managed to get up and head for the back door before Gil could focus on me again .
Outside , the sound of sirens filled the air .
The police had arrived .
I collapsed on the pavement , the world spinning around me .
The officers stormed the cafe and seconds after a few seconds of gunfire , it all became silent .
They got to my psycho stalker , but I decided to get off of insta and live , a life devoid of attention in that moment .
I'd always been drawn to the paranormal , the unexplained .
As a youtuber specializing in paranormal adventures , my channel had gained quite a following .
My latest adventure brought me to the outskirts of my hometown , infamous for the ghost sighting of the virgin bride , a young woman from the 1800 who died mysteriously on her wedding night .
Legend had it that she roamed the woods , forever searching for her lost groom .
I wanted to document my experience and see if the stories were true .
I set off with my trusty dog , Max , by my side vlogging the entire journey .
The sun hung low in the sky as we entered the dense forest .
The air had the faint smell of pine .
Alright , guys .
We're about to enter the woods where the virgin bride has been sighted 2 days ago .
This rancher from my town was passing through the shortcut when he says that he saw her .
I've got Max with me , and we're camping out here tonight .
Wish us luck .
We hiked for hours until we found a clearing to set up camp .
As the sun dipped below the horizon , the forest grew eerily quiet .
I pitched the tent and started a small fire , trying to shake off the growing sense of unease .
It's getting dark and the woods are definitely creepy .
But we're here to find out if the legend is true .
I've got my camera , my flashlight , and Max .
Let's see what happens .
Suddenly , after a few hours , a mournful cry pierced the stillness .
Max's ears perked up and he let out a low growl .
Did you guys hear that ?
It sounded like crying .
Okay .
This is getting weird .
I grabbed my flashlight and panned it around the campsite .
The crying continued closer this time , mixed with what sounded like soft whispering .
My heart pounded to my chest , but I forced myself to stay calm for the sake of the video .
Alright .
We're hearing some really strange noises .
I kinda wish I wasn't alone .
Max's growl turned into a bark .
He stared intently at a point just beyond the fire's light .
I followed his gaze , but saw nothing .
Still , the sense of being watched was overwhelming .
Max , what is it ?
Do you see something ?
I stood up , the camera shaking in my hand as I moved closer to where Max was focused .
The air grew colder around there .
The crying and whistling grew louder surrounding us .
Okay , guys .
This is getting really intense .
A sudden gust of wind extinguished the fire plunging us into darkness .
I fumbled for my flashlight , the beam flickering before going out completely .
Max whimpered pressing against my leg .
Stay close , Max .
We need to get out of here .
As I turned to head back to the tent , a figure in a white dress appeared in the corner of my eye .
I froze , the hair on the back of my neck standing on end .
The figure was faint , almost translucent and drifted towards us .
I felt a sharp pain in my side as if something had clawed me .
I cried out dropping the camera .
Shit .
Shit .
Shit .
Run , Max .
Run .
I grabbed Max's leash and ran stumbling through the underbrush .
The figure followed gliding effortlessly over the rough terrain .
The crying turned into a wail and the whistling became a deafening shriek .
I tripped over a root , falling hard and scraping my knee .
Blood trickled down my leg , but I forced myself to get up .
We burst through the trees and into the open , the forest edge in sight .
I dared to glance back and saw the figure standing at the tree line , her face obscured by a veil .
Her hand reached out , but she couldn't cross the boundary .
Panting , I collapsed on the ground clutching Max .
The night was silent again , the oppressive feeling lifting .
I realized my camera was still running , capturing our escape .
We made it .
We actually made it .
I don't know what that was , but it's real .
Holy The virgin bride is real .
Guys , I hope it came on camera .
I looked down at Max who licked my face , his tail wagging .
We had survived , but the haunting presence of the virgin bride would stay with me forever .
I ended the recording , vowing never to return to those woods again .
But I was in for a rude shock when I processed the video the next day .
Whenever the camera was on me , the picture quality was fine .
But whenever I turned it towards the ghost of the bride , the camera quality became grainy .
Yet , the figure was there , captured , translucent , crying , haunting .
I don't know what all history this place had , but now I know that ghosts are real .
Being an Instagram influencer has its perks .
Free products , exclusive events , and a massive following .
But it also has its downsides .
And lately those were getting harder to ignore .
It all started with a message from an account with no profile picture and a single follower .
You look good in the blue nightgown last night .
I stared at the message , my heart pounding .
Settled deep in my gut .
Who is this ?
I tried to brush it off as a lucky guess or a prank , but the unease settled deep in my gut .
Who is this ?
How do you know what I wore ?
There was no immediate response .
I tried to go about my day but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched .
The messages red dress you wore on your first date with Ryan ?
My blood ran cold .
Ryan was a guy I had dated briefly before things got weird and I ended it .
I hadn't thought about him in years .
How did this person know ?
Leave me alone .
That night I couldn't sleep .
Every creak of the house made me jump .
Around midnight I received another message .
You can't ignore me forever .
I threw my phone across the room , my hand shaking .
Enough was enough .
I blocked the account again and decided to put my phone on silent .
A heavy silence filled the house as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling .
I finally drifted off only to be jolted awake by the sound of footsteps .
I sat up straining to hear .
The footsteps were slow , deliberate , coming from the hallway outside my bedroom .
Who's there ?
No response .
I grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight .
The beam cutting through the darkness .
The footsteps continued , moving closer .
My heart pounded in my chest as I got out of bed , the floor cold under my feet .
I crept to the door and opened it , shining the light down the hall .
It was empty .
The air grew colder with each step .
Step .
I was sure that someone or something was there .
I'm calling 911 .
Suddenly , a shadow darted across the hall .
I screamed dropping my phone .
It clattered to the floor and the flashlight spinning wildly .
I grabbed it and backed into my room , slamming the door shut and dialed for help .
Hello ?
911 ?
Please send someone over .
There someone in my house .
But that is when I heard a hoarse , heavy , manly voice which had static interruptions .
I am sorry .
911 isn't available right now .
Can I call the fake bestie you had called to get away from me on our last date ?
I froze .
The temperature in the room plummeted .
I could see my breath and the hairs on my arms stood on end .
The door rattled as if someone was trying to break it down .
It couldn't be him .
I heard from a friend that Ryan had hung hung himself a few days after I ditched him .
I backed into the corner .
The rattling grew louder .
A cacophony of scary voices surrounded me .
That is when the door burst open and a shadowy figure stood before me .
I couldn't make out any features , just a dark silhouette against the light from the hull .
The figure moved towards me slow and deliberate .
I tried to scream but no sound came out .
Pain exploded in my side as if something sharp had slashed me .
I looked down and I saw blood seeping through my shirt .
I pressed my hand to the wound trying to stop the bleeding .
I scrambled to my feet and ran for the door , but the figure was there blocking my way .
That is when I realized who he was .
Translucent and dark , bloodshot eyes that that seemed inhuman , disfigured face .
But the scent , I knew instantly that it was Ryan's scent .
I turned and ran to the window throwing it open and climbing out onto the roof .
The cold night air hit me like a slap but I didn't care .
I had to get away .
I climbed down the trellis slipping and scraping my hands on the rough wood and hit the ground hard , pain shooting up my bleeding leg .
I limped to the street not daring to look back .
As I reached the sidewalk , I glanced over my shoulder and saw the figure in my window watching me before it vanished right before my eyes .
I can't explain it but I am convinced that it was Ryan's ghost .
I didn't stop until I reached my neighbor's house and pounded on the door .
They let me in and I collapsed on the floor sobbing .
They called 911 and police came , but they didn't find anyone in my house .
I moved out of that place within a week .
I just hope that Ryan is somehow finally at peace .