The cat ruined the wedding cake, but what happened next had the priest praying non-stop!
It was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. The wedding ceremony was going smoothly—guests smiling, the bride glowing, the groom nervously adjusting his tie. The atmosphere was perfect until a seemingly harmless event took an eerie turn. Oliver, the family’s fluffy snow-white cat, had never been an issue before. Sweet, affectionate, and playful, he greeted every guest with wagging tail and content purring. But today, something was different.
Out of nowhere, Oliver charged at the wedding cake. With a burst of fury, he leaped at the top tier, slashing it apart with his claws, sending cream flying everywhere. The hall fell into stunned silence. The bride, Sam, nearly burst into tears, but then something even stranger happened.
Oliver, standing atop the wrecked cake, seemed fixated on something. His fur bristled, his eyes narrowed, and a low hiss echoed across the hall. The guests murmured, some joking that it was a bad omen, but the tension in the air grew thick. The bride’s anxiety mounted as she turned to the priest, asking him to proceed with the ceremony. But before anyone could react, Oliver did something even more unsettling.
The cat darted to the table piled with wedding gifts, specifically targeting one small, dusty box. It looked old—far too old for a wedding gift. Guests gathered around, murmuring as Oliver clawed at the wrapping, completely ignoring the other presents. When Sam tried to intervene, the cat hissed fiercely, almost aggressively, and lashed out, leaving her in shock.
With growing suspicion, Daniel, the groom, took the box in his hands and attempted to open it. The moment he touched it, Oliver began to screech in distress, making sounds that were more like cries than meows. A chill ran through the crowd as Daniel slowly removed the lid. Inside was a doll—strange, haunting, with glass eyes that seemed to follow every movement, and a mouth frozen in a perpetual scream. The guests recoiled, wondering why anyone would think to give such a sinister gift.
As soon as Daniel held the doll, a faint creaking sound filled the room, followed by a low, almost imperceptible whisper. Oliver, now more agitated than ever, jumped onto Daniel’s shoulder and hissed, staring at the doll as if it were his greatest enemy. Sam, trembling, tried to dismiss the event as mere coincidence, but the priest’s face had gone pale, and his hand gripped his prayer book tightly.
“This doll…” one of the older guests whispered, her voice shaking. “It’s cursed.”
A hushed silence fell over the room as the atmosphere turned colder. Daniel and Sam tried to calm everyone down, but the reality was beginning to set in. As Daniel held the doll, the sound of a child’s cry seemed to echo through the hall, sending a shiver down everyone’s spine. Oliver began scratching at the floor, as though trying to unearth something buried beneath it. Panic started to rise as the doll’s presence seemed to cast a dark shadow over the wedding.
“Where did this doll come from?” Daniel asked, trying to regain control of the situation.
No one knew. But then, Sam remembered—she had seen a similar doll in her grandmother’s photo album. As she searched for answers, an elderly man stepped forward, his voice trembling.
“This is Margaret,” he said, pointing to the doll. “It belonged to your grandmother, but it was never meant to be here.”
The man shared a chilling story. The doll had been passed down through generations, but every time it appeared, strange things happened. People disappeared, houses burned down—tragedy always followed in its wake. Sam’s grandmother had once owned the doll, but it was lost years ago. Now, it had returned, and with it, the curse.
Determined to uncover the truth, Daniel and Sam decided to return the doll to where it belonged, hoping to end the nightmare. But Oliver, the cat, was adamant—he would not let the doll leave. His growls grew louder, and his fur stood on end as the tension in the room escalated. The doll, too, seemed alive. As Daniel touched it again, a creaking sound filled the room, and a voice from nowhere said, “You think you can get rid of me that easily?”
The doll began to glow, its glass eyes flashing red, and the air grew thick with malevolent energy. The room darkened as a strange wind swept through. Panic erupted as the doll began to rise into the air, spinning like a vortex. Oliver lunged at the doll, but a gust of wind sent him flying back. It was too late—the curse had already begun to take hold.
Desperate to end it, Daniel grabbed the doll and demanded, “You’re just a toy. You belong in the past, not here.”
The doll screamed, its form distorting, its body contorting as it fought back. But Daniel didn’t stop. He grabbed a nearby stone and smashed the doll into the ground. The moment it shattered, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The doll was gone, and with it, the curse that had plagued them.
But something was wrong. When the light returned, Daniel was standing alone. Sam and Oliver were nowhere to be found. The doll’s curse had claimed them. Daniel found himself standing in an empty field, holding the doll in his arms. “Where am I?” he whispered.
Meanwhile, in the church, Sam slowly regained consciousness. She looked around, and there, sitting by her side, was Oliver, watching the empty pedestal where the doll had once been.
“He sacrificed himself,” she whispered, the weight of loss heavy in her heart. The old man, still nearby, nodded solemnly.
“Sometimes, evil can only be defeated by becoming part of it,” he said, his voice carrying the wisdom of generations.
With a heavy heart, Sam left the church with Oliver, knowing the horror they had faced wasn’t over. The mystery of the doll remained unsolved, and the curse, though broken, would never be forgotten.
