During the wedding night, the young man was taken into the room by his older wife, but as he had just laid down, the wife opened the closet and took out something that made him kick the door open and run away.

Marrying a 50-year-old businesswoman was a “life-changing” dream that a 30-year-old unemployed man named Ethan Cole in Los Angeles, California – never thought would come true.

But then the opportunity came, and he grabbed it with all the calculation and charm he had.

His target – Miranda Stewart, the president of a high-end cosmetics company, widowed… but never married, rich, luxurious, and especially… difficult to approach.

And yet, after only 6 months of “courting”, with his sweetness and pretending to be innocent, Ethan agreed to marry him.

“The young pilot and the rich woman” – hot news of the whole city

The wedding party was held at a resort on the Malibu coast, the media reported loudly.

Everyone whispered:

“This kid really won the lottery.”

“Marrying a beautiful, rich wife who has never been married before — a real upgrade!”

Ethan just smiled, his heart filled with the wine and… the prospect of wealth before his eyes.

That night, after the party was over, Miranda took his hand and led him to the most luxurious honeymoon room in the resort.

“Wait for me… I have a special gift.”

The room was filled with the scent of expensive perfume, and the flickering candlelight cast a shadow on the red velvet walls.

Miranda said gently, her voice hoarse and seductive:

“You just lie down and rest, I’ve prepared a little surprise… something I’ve reserved just for you.”

Ethan flopped down on the bed, his mind imagining all sorts of “experiences with experienced women”.

But then, just as he was about to fall asleep, a “click” sounded.

He opened his eyes.

Miranda was opening the large wooden cabinet at the end of the room.
Inside, she pulled out a shiny black suitcase and placed it on the table.
Then, to Ethan’s horror, she took out one by one:

A long platinum wig,

A tight black lace dress,

And… an old photo of Miranda with… another woman – the two of them kissing passionately.

Miranda turned around, her eyes sparkling as if drunk:

“Let me introduce you… this is Lana – the one who used to be my everything.”

Ethan was stunned.

Miranda gently placed the photo on the nightstand, gently stroked her wig, then put on the lace dress, her voice trembling as if talking to someone invisible:

“Lana is gone, but I still want… to let her share this night with us.

Don’t be afraid, I’ll let her… borrow my body for a little while.”

Ethan jumped up.

“Wh… what?!”

Miranda smiled, her eyes half-asleep, and began to whisper:

“Lana… you’re back, right? We’re together again…”

As she spoke, she turned around, holding the photo high in both hands, smiling softly.

A chill ran down Ethan’s spine.

He slowly backed away towards the door, trembling as he whispered:

“Are you… are you okay?”

Miranda stopped, staring at him, her voice low:

“It’s not you… it’s Lana.”

BOOM!

Ethan let out a terrified scream, kicked the door open, and bolted into the hallway—racing downstairs in nothing but his shorts.

Hotel staff froze as his voice echoed through the corridors:

“Help! She’s… she’s possessed!”

Chaos erupted across the resort.

The groom vanished, fleeing the scene—while the bride remained alone in her room, still seated before the mirror, gently stroking her platinum-blonde wig.

Housekeepers later recalled:

“Ms. Miranda didn’t sleep at all that night. She just sat there, staring into the mirror, mumbling to herself… she kept repeating the name ‘Lana.’”

By midday, the police were summoned. But Miranda was eerily calm. She gave them a soft, unsettling smile and simply said:

“Don’t worry. Lana won’t hurt anyone. She just came back to say goodbye… one last time.”

Whispers swept through California’s elite circles.

Some claimed Miranda had suffered a psychological breakdown after losing her same-sex partner over 15 years ago.

Others insisted she had hired a spiritualist to summon Lana’s spirit from beyond the grave.

As for Ethan? He never spoke publicly again. After that horrifying night, he returned to his hometown, withdrawing completely from society. Even years later, he would shudder at the faint sound of a locker clicking open.

And Miranda?

She sealed herself away in her oceanfront villa, rarely making public appearances. But sometimes, passersby would glimpse her through the window—gazing out at the sea, brushing her silver-blonde hair, whispering softly into the wind:

“Don’t worry, Lana… I’m still keeping my promise.
And maybe next time… I’ll find someone new to join us.”

The wind howled. White curtains danced in the salty breeze.

Locals swear that on nights when the moon is full, if you stand close enough, you can hear two voices drifting from that room—one old, one young… one belonging to the living, and one to the de:ad.