The Bride

"Martin! Where are you?"

"I'm here." Martin whisphered from inside the abandoned house.

"Martin! You naughty boy! It's your wedding day, don't keep the bride waiting." His mother was starting to sound angry.

"I'm here mother, but I don't want to get married." Martin whispered again, more to himself this time.

"Martin! You're going to get a beating if you don't come out this instant."

Martin sobbed.

"What did I do to get a son like this?" His mother muttered to herself, disappearing down the village street.

"Martin."

"Who's there?" Martin jumped and searched among the cobwebs.

"Up here silly."

Martin looked to the stairs to see a white veiled figure.  He could even see through her!

"It's not good to keep a bride waiting."