Her late husband call her(part 1)

A Lady Got A Shocking Call From Her Late Husband Who Died A Year Ago And What He Said Froze Her😱😱

(Written by Teachable Stories) 

   Imagine receiving a call from someone who díed and was buríed a year ago… That's exactly what happened to Margaret. But what she heard on that call left her frozen, unable to move or speak.

It had been exactly one year since Margaret buríed Kenneth, the love of her life. 

He díed in a tràgic car accîdent just weeks before their fifth wedding anniversary. 

The pàin hadn't fully left her heart, but time had helped her function again. And after much encouragement from friends and family, she finally found the courage to love again.

 A charming, soft-spoken man named Frank had swept her off her feet. He reminded her of everything she once had with Kenneth and maybe more.

Her wedding to Frank was just three days away.

The dress was ready. The venue was set. Guests were flying in from all over. Her heart fluttered with excitement and fear. But the fear wasn't about Frank. It was something else. Something she couldn't explain.

The night before her bridal shower, Margaret stayed up late going through old photographs of Kenneth. She smiled at some, críed at others. Her phone buzzed. Private number. She hesitated.

She answered.

At first, there was static then a voice. Deep. Familiar. Impossible.

"Margaret… it's me. Kenneth."

Her heart stopped. Her hands trèmbled.

"You can't marry him. Don't go through with the wedding," the voice said calmly. "You're in dänger."

The call ended. Just like that.

She sat frozen in her room, the phone still in her hand, her heart racing like a drum in her chest. Logic fought emotion. Was it a prank? A cruel joke? Or something darker?

She tried to sleep that night but couldn't. Her mind was a bàttlefield of memories and fèar.

By morning, her best friend Jennifer noticed the bags under her eyes and the shakiness in her voice.

Margaret didn't tell anyone what happened.

She wanted to believe it was a níghtmare. That her mind was playing tricks. That grîef still lingered deep in places she didn't know existed. But deep down, she knew that voice. She knew Kenneth. She knew what she heard.

Yet, love is a powerful førce—and denial is even strønger.

The day before the wedding, Margaret stood in front of the mirror, fully dressed for the rehearsal. Her phone rang again.

Private number.

She didn't answer this time.

But a text came through: "Please don't marry him. You don't know the truth."

Margaret told herself she was just imagining things. She pûshed through the rehearsal. Everything went smoothly. Frank was perfect, too perfect.

Still, that night, sleep never came.

She dreamed of Kenneth. Standing at the end of a long, dark hallway. Reaching out. Calling her name.

"Run," he whispered.

She woke up in cold sweat. The wedding was just hours away.

But Margaret had made up her mind.

She would walk down that aisle.

Even if her heart told her not to.

Even if her late husband begged her from beyond the grave.

Even if something felt wróng.

She had to see it through.

The big day arrived like a dream Margaret had been too afraid to believe in. 

She hadn't heard Kenneth's voice again.

No more calls.

No more wàrnings.

And as she stepped out in her flowing white gown, a calmness she hadn't felt in months settled in her spírit.

Maybe it was just her grîef playing tricks on her.

Maybe Kenneth's message was her own fèar speaking through a voice she trusted.

Today was about Frank. Her new beginning. Her new life.

The wedding venue sparkled under the golden afternoon light. Guests stood in admiration as Margaret walked down the aisle. Frank stood at the altar, eyes locked on hers, smiling with a warmth that melted every shadow of doubt.

There were no interruptions.

No strange calls.

Just soft music, heartfelt vows, and joyful tears.

When the pastor declared them husband and wife, and Frank kissed her gently, the guests erupted in applause. Margaret smiled through her tears. It was real. It had finally happened. She was now Mrs. Margaret Frank.

The reception was just as beautiful. Laughter echoed through the garden, the food was perfect, and friends and family danced well into the evening. For the first time in a long while, Margaret felt free like a heavy door had finally closed behind her.

But life has a way of opening doors we never knew existed.

It happened three days after the honeymoon.

Margaret had returned home to settle into married life. One evening, while Frank was out for a meeting, she decided to unpack a few boxes he had stored in the guest room.

She wasn't snooping. Just organizing.

But when she opened one of the boxes, she was terrífied of what she found inside.... 

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