Eternal Christmas
The restaurant was aglow with soft candlelight, the perfect setting for Mark’s proposal. As he slipped the ring onto Emily’s finger, her face lit up brighter than the Christmas tree beside them.
“Yes! A million times yes!” she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face.
That night was perfect, but perfection doesn’t last. Emily had work the next morning, so she insisted on going home. “I’ll see you tomorrow, fiancé,” she teased, blowing him a kiss as she left.
Mark’s phone rang at 2 a.m. The words from the police officer blurred in his mind. “Your fiancée… mugging gone wrong… I’m so sorry.”
The funeral was a blur, the days after a fog. But Mark’s true nightmare began the following Christmas.
It started with a knock at his door. He opened it to find no one there, but faint footprints trailed through the snow.
“Mark…” Emily’s voice called, soft and ghostly.
He turned, trembling, to see her silhouette standing by the Christmas tree, her dress stained red. “You let me walk alone,” she whispered. Her hollow eyes stared into his soul.
Every Christmas, she returned. No matter where he went, her voice would echo: “Why didn’t you come with me?”
By the fifth year, Mark couldn’t bear it. The ring he’d given her was found clasped in his frozen hand, beneath the tree where her ghost had stood.
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