I Borrowed a Wedding Dress… and Found a Letter in the Lining
When I tried on that vintage wedding dress, I felt something heavy — not fear, not joy, just unease. The boutique owner said it had only been worn once, twenty years ago. I ignored the strange feeling and took it home.
The night before my wedding, while steaming the hem, I felt a lump inside the lining. I cut it open and found a yellowed note:
“IF YOU’RE READING THIS, PLEASE DON’T MARRY HIM. IT’S DANGEROUS. — M.”
My heart froze. Another line followed:
“IF HE GAVE YOU THIS DRESS, HE’S DONE IT BEFORE.”
The boutique vanished overnight. The neighbor said it had been closed for twenty years — and that I was the third woman to ask about it.
As days passed, new notes appeared. More secrets surfaced. The initials inside a hidden ring matched my fiancé’s — and the name “Morayo,” a woman who vanished after her wedding, appeared again and again.
On my wedding day, I exposed him at the altar. Police arrested him. The cursed dress had saved me — just as it failed to save the woman before me.
“After the rain,” I whispered, “there was finally light.”
