The story of the murdered living undead bride

In the year 1733, there was a woman. Her name was Marybeth. She was 19 years old. She was to get married to her fiancee, named John, who was 24. Their wedding was set to be April 13, 1933. She was excited, she was to marry the man of her dreams, what was not to be excited about? Alexander. He was her ex boyfriend. He was a very jealous man, and he always had had anger problems, he was especially jealous when it came to Marybeth. He would scare off any men that tried becoming close to Marybeth. He beat her, he beat her til she had welts on her back. He wouldn't allow her to go out, not even to her family's cottage. He obliged her to have intercourse with him, even if she was sick, sick at the point of dying. He raped her repeatedly and was never kind to Marybeth. But not John, he was different. He was generous, caring and was loyal towards to Marybeth, he was always patient, she appreciated that, in fact, she needed that. But now, she was scared. Scared that John would come after her. The day she left Alexander, she had escaped, hadn't even bothered to say goodbye, because of her fear of what he might do to her. He tried to drag her back to their cottage. He was unsuccessful, he stopped coming to get her, instead he sent threatening notes saying if she didn't come back, he'd cut off her arms and legs, that he would cause her a slow painful death. After many years, the notes stopped, but she knew he was waiting her out. Then she met John, he was everything she could ask for and more. Eventually, they got to the point of engagement, he asked her parents for her hand in marriage, and they gladly gave it to him. Now Marybeth was to get married to the man of her dreams. But she still had a fear deep on the inside. The night before the wedding, Alexander climbed into Marybeth's bedroom, and just like he promised, he killed her, he sliced her neck open. He ran off and the next day, they discovered the dead body. The funeral was the same day they discovered her dead. The whole town mourned her death, but of course, not Alexander. When they were to bury the casket, they discovered the body missing, how was it possible? They searched the town inch-by-inch but never found it. That night, Alexander was sleeping comfortable, BREATHING calmly while Marybeth was DEAD because of HIS fault. She appeared in his room, different, she had pale purple skin, her eyes and hair had turned a hideous color of grey, her nails were long and she was dressed in her wedding dress. Alexander woke up and saw her, standing before him, and for the first time in his life he was scared, scared of Marybeth, the same person that many years ago, he had hit to the point of bleeding and leaving scars. She said to him,"You hit and abused me and you killed me with no mercy, now I will kill you the same way you killed me." With her long nails she slit his throat and left his dead body rotting. And to this day, Marybeth still walks the face of this earth, killing all the men that abuse their wives. THE END.

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