One crisp morning, I stepped outside to get the mail, enjoying the peace and quiet of the early hours. As I approached my husband’s car, something unusual caught my eye. There, perched on the roof of his parked car, was a woman in a wedding dress. My heart skipped a beat, and confusion took over as I stood frozen for a moment, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.
The woman seemed disoriented, as though she had just appeared out of nowhere. Her gown, white and flowing, shimmered in the morning sunlight, contrasting sharply with the ordinary suburban street. Her expression was distant, almost as if she didn’t fully realize where she was. The surreal image of her in that pristine wedding dress on top of my husband’s car felt like something out of a strange dream.
I hurried inside to wake up my husband, my thoughts racing. “There’s a woman on your car,” I blurted out, still processing the sight. He looked at me, confused, and followed me outside to see for himself. When we both reached the car, the woman was still there, but now she was looking directly at us with a strange calmness.
My husband was just as puzzled as I was. We asked her if she was okay and what she was doing there, but her responses were vague, almost as if she couldn’t remember how she ended up in that spot. After a few minutes, she climbed down from the car and wandered off without a word, leaving us to wonder about the bizarre encounter.
It was one of the most inexplicable moments of my life, and I still can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to the story than I’ll ever know.
