Microhorror Writing Contest

“The Bride”

Allison didn’t know where she was.  She had just woken up to the smell of must and mildew, feeling like she had been hit by a truck.  The only thing she could tell was that she was positioned in a chair.  On top of that, she couldn’t see.  It was as if someone had blindfolded her.  She tried to move, and while her body had feeling she found herself unable to get up.

 The last thing she remembered was being out with Jeffrey.  They had “matched” a few days prior on a dating app and went out for drinks.  He seemed nice, but he seemed a little handsy at times.  The night was supposed to end much earlier, but he kept buying her drinks.  However, the end of the night seemed fuzzy to her, not just from the alcohol.  Did she make it home?  How did she even get home?  

Allison began to regain feeling in her legs and arms and was able to maneuver herself out of the chair she was in.  As she did, she slowly felt the blindfold slip down over her eyes.

“Why am I wearing a wedding dress?” She thought to herself.   Looking around the room, she realized she was in what looked like a hospital room.  She was bound to a chair, wearing what appeared to be a dirty, old wedding dress.  There was a doorway at the end of the room, and through it she saw what looked to be Jeffrey, wearing a suit and sprucing himself in front of a mirror. 

“She’s going to say yes.  I mean, she doesn’t really have a choice.” Allison heard him say.  As he did, he dropped his bottle of cologne and quickly began to clean it up, murmuring to himself.  She had to think fast; this was her chance. 

Thankfully, it looked as if Jeffrey didn’t take the calculations correctly on Allison’s chair.  It took some maneuvering, but she managed to free one hand from her restraint.  With one hand free, she was able to free her other hand, followed by her feet.  It was hard to walk in the dress, but she slowly crept out of the room unnoticed.  She maneuvered around a mass of furniture and junk, as Jeffrey frantically swept up his cologne bottle.  

She made it to the stairs and began slowly walking up. At first, she took one step at a time, but then she made the decision to run.  As she did, she tripped and felt a cold hand grasp her ankle.  

“Ally.  We had such a nice night.  I don’t want you to miss the ceremony!” He said with a crazed look in his eyes.  

With her free foot, Allison kicked Jeffrey square in the jaw, sending him back down the stairs.  She didn’t waste any time seeing how he landed and ran up the stairs, out the door, and down the street.  She figured now would be a good time to take a break from dating apps.