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A Dream Marriage Turns Strange
Marrying a wealthy businesswoman was a dream come true for 30-year-old Ethan Cole, an unemployed man from Los Angeles, California. For months, he had carefully courted Miranda Stewart, a 50-year-old widowed president of a high-end cosmetics company. Rich, independent, and notoriously difficult to approach, she seemed untouchable—but Ethan’s charm and careful planning worked.
After just six months of dating, they were officially married. The media called it “the young pilot and the rich woman,” and whispers spread across the city:
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“This guy really hit the jackpot.”
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“A young man marrying a successful, beautiful widow—what an upgrade!”
Ethan smiled, already imagining the wealth and luxury ahead.
The Honeymoon Room Surprise
That evening, Miranda led Ethan to their honeymoon suite at a Malibu coast resort, a room filled with the scent of expensive perfume and flickering candlelight reflecting off red velvet walls.
“Wait for me… I have a special gift,” she whispered.
Ethan flopped onto the bed, picturing a romantic surprise. But then came a click—the sound of a closet opening.
Miranda pulled out a shiny black suitcase, then slowly unpacked:
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A long platinum wig
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A tight black lace dress
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An old photograph of Miranda with another woman, kissing passionately
Miranda turned to him, her eyes sparkling.
“Let me introduce you… this is Lana—my everything,” she said softly.
A Bride Haunted by the Past
Ethan froze, unsure if he should laugh or run. Miranda continued, stroking the wig and lace dress as if addressing someone invisible.
“Lana is gone, but I want her to share this night with us. Don’t be afraid… she’ll borrow my body for a while.”
Ethan scrambled upright.
“Wh… what?!”
Miranda smiled faintly, whispering, “Lana… you’re back. We’re together again…”
A chill ran down Ethan’s spine. He stumbled backward, trembling:
“Are you… are you okay?”
Her voice dropped low:
“It’s not you… it’s Lana.”
Terror and Flight
Panicked, Ethan kicked open the door and bolted in just his shorts. Hotel staff froze as he shouted down the halls:
“Help! She’s… she’s possessed!”
Chaos erupted across the resort. Ethan vanished into the night, leaving Miranda alone with her reflection, gently stroking the platinum wig.
Housekeepers later said:
“She didn’t sleep that night. Just stared into the mirror, mumbling ‘Lana’ over and over.”
Police and Public Reaction
By midday, the police were called. Miranda remained eerily calm, smiling softly.
“Don’t worry,” she told the officers.
“Lana won’t hurt anyone. She just came back to say goodbye… one last time.”
California’s elite whispered: some believed she suffered a psychological breakdown after losing a same-sex partner over 15 years ago; others insisted she had hired a spiritualist to summon Lana’s spirit.
As for Ethan? He never spoke publicly again, retreating from society entirely. Even years later, the faint click of a closet would make him shiver.
The Life She Chose
Miranda secluded herself in her oceanfront villa, rarely appearing in public. Passersby sometimes glimpsed her through the window—brushing her silver-blonde hair, whispering to the wind:
“Don’t worry, Lana… I’m keeping my promise.
And maybe next time… I’ll find someone new to join us.”
The wind howled through the curtains. Locals claim that on full moon nights, if you stand close enough, you can hear two voices drifting from that room—one young, one old… one alive, one gone.
There it is.
