Bride and Seek

I LOVE a good ghost story! I especially like the ones that leave you with feelings and thoughts that there is a possibility for truth. Unfortunately, sometimes they are!
*turns flashlight on under face*
It was a glorious day! A young beautiful woman was getting married to the man of her hopes and dreams. It was a fantastic wedding. The party afterwards was being held in a large building close to the church. In honor of the brides playful side, the reception was themed on children’s games, like tag and duck duck goose. The first game they played that day was hide ‘n’ seek. The bride ran upstairs to the third floor of the building. Assuming that the seeker was almost done counting, she hurried to clear some decaying odds and ends from there resting place upon a large wood trunk. The trunk was nestled quietly towards the back of the room. She jumped in with ease. She waited and waited. Thinking she was the victor of the game she started to sit up and push the trunk lid open. Having jumped into the trunk in such a rush, she hadn’t noticed the sound of the Click as it had jammed in place.
“Hello?” she called. “Is anybody there? I need help, I’m in the trunk.”


“Help! Help ME! I’m stuck in here!” She cried, panic gripping her. She began to Scream. “Help! I’m trapped in the trunk! Get me out Please! She began to sob, panicked and terrified. “Please come back and get me… please…”

But no one ever did…

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall,

The holly branch shone on the old oak wall;
And the baron’s retainers were blithe and gay,
And keeping their Christmas holiday.
The baron beheld with a father’s pride
His beautiful child, young Lovell’s bride;
While she with her bright eyes seemed to be
The star of the goodly company.
‘I’m weary of dancing now,” she cried;
“Here, tarry a moment – I’ll hide – I’ll hide!
And, Lovell, be sure thou’rt first to trace
The clew to my secret lurking place.”
Away she ran – and her friends began
Each tower to search, and each nook to scan;
And young Lovell cried, “O, where dost thou hide?
I’m lonesome without thee, my own dear bride.”
They sought her that night! and they sought her next day!
And they sought her in vain while a week passed away!
In the highest, the lowest, the loneliest spot,
Young Lovell sought wildly – but found her not.
And years flew by, and their grief at last
Was told as a sorrowful tale long past;
And when Lovell appeared the children cried,
“See! the old man weeps for his fairy bride.”
At length an oak chest, that had long lain hid,
Was found in the castle-they raised the lid,
And a skeleton form lay moldering there
In the bridal wreath of that lady fair!
0, sad was her fate!-in sportive jest
She hid from her lord in the old oak chest.
It closed with a spring!-and, dreadful doom,
The bride lay clasp’d in her living tomb!
(Many versions of the Bride and Seek story have been told through out the ages. The most popular American version supposedly took place in 1975 somewhere in Florida. However the origins of the story date further back than 1975. The poem/ballad above was written by Thomas Haynes Bayley (1797-1839)
Other similar versions of the story are popular in other countries as well. It is believed that this did actually happen to an unfortunate bride, but not in America).

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. ♡ The Tale Of My Heart ♡
    Oct 05, 2011 @ 15:07:22

    like the story of bride and seek, thanks for sharing 🙂


  2. two parts whimsical one part peculiar
    Oct 05, 2011 @ 20:11:52

    Thank You for reading! 🙂


  3. Mad Annie, Bronwyn, Ann
    Sep 29, 2012 @ 13:50:44

    You retell a good tale. The oldest (?) version of this I’ve heard may actually be the basis for Bayley’s, as it was said to have taken place in Scotland while Malcome I was on the throne.


    • Whimsical KT
      Sep 29, 2012 @ 15:46:56

      I didn’t know that! That is very interesting! Thank you. I will be reading up on Malcome I. 🙂 I love urban legends like this… they are tragic and fascinating. “Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” -Edgar Allan Poe
      Thank you Ann for stopping by. I hope you have a lovely weekend!


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