[ WP ] You live in a town cursed by a ghost . They hold a lottery to marry off someone to the ghost in the hope that this will remove the curse . Big surprise , you lose . It turns out the ghost is real and kind of cool . You develop a relationship with your undead spouse .

When I first heard my name called at the ceremony, I felt nothing but sorrow. Sorrow for the loss of a future with choice. 
 
 The choice of love. 
 
 The choice to have children. 
 
 As I walked towards the house where my new Ghost husband resided, I thought about the loneliness I would surely feel. 
 
 Three years later, I feel a different kind of sorrow. 
 
 I'd fallen in love. He had a good sense of humour and we were easily able to make conversation. 
 I spoke of my childhood not twenty years ago. He spoke of his childhood three hundred years ago. 
 
 I felt lonely still. I'd had no human contact for a long time. I could go visit family but it was n't them I wanted to feel. 
 I wanted his arms around me, to feel his warmth but that was one wish I could n't have come true. 
 
 We spent many days laughing and joking. Some days we barely talked. I grew older. He did not. 
 
 As I lay growing colder by the day, refusing to see a doctor, he stood over me. The smile he had when I first appeared never left his face. 
 
 I smiled back as his hand finally slipped into mine and I gripped his hand tight.
