Candles are lit and the oragans play, the happier moment in life; your wedding day. but once or twice you've sworn you've heard, the hysterical laughs of where Desperation lurks.

The Story
Young Bridget Travis lived a life in wishes and hopes that she'd one day grow up, get married to the perfect man, have children, a nice house, a large wedding, everything. Her mind was all about this, and she grew up knowing nothing but her obsession to have the perfect marriage.

By the age of 28 she had been searching and searching, but nothing had crossed her path. It wasn't until one night in August she had accidently bumped into a man on the street whom so happen to be working in the same building as her. The two exchanged numbers and on began there limit-less conversations. As time went by the two grew closer and closer, but no real confirmation that they were dating. Bridget would go visit him all the time, bring him food, go out on breaks with him, run errands, and as time went by her hopes that he would one day kneel down before and ask her hand in marriage.

in her own mind she'd believe that he was the perfect man, and immediatly told her mom about him. Slowly and slowly the infatuation became an obsession, and she begun showing up at his door step with flowers, she would trace down his day scheduling and fit hers around him.

It wasn't until December that he called her out of the blues and told her she had something important to ask her. Elated, Bridget excalimed "YES i do". Puzzled withen that second, the man explained that he was going to ask her if she would be a flower-girl. "For whom?? For what??" questions provoking thought began to arise in Bridget, and finally the man explains that he had been dating a girl for a long time frame and had finally decided to get married. Not only that, but the woman had been carrying the man's unborn son in her woom for the past 8 months.

Bridget was outraged, and she slammed the phone down on the rest. Her mind was a mess, and she didn't know what to believe or think. She walked to the kitchen and took out a knife and began carving away at her body.
The night the man and his fiancee were to get married started out as like any other wedding in January. In the bridal room the woman was excited and was much in heaven what was about to go on. She sat down at the vanity table one last time to check her make up and when she looked in the mirror she jumped back. Bridget had been standing behind her wearing completely nothing and weilding a mallet at her right hand. Bridget swung away at the woman's head and the blood painted the walls. When the woman's body laid lifeless on the floor, Bridget immediatly took out her knife and began to cut into the women's side, conducting her own surgury herself. She took out the woman's unborn fetus and slipped on her blood stained wedding dress. She gripped the fetus to her left and made her way through the ceramony halls. There she ran around and laughed hysterically beating every person she came into contact with. When she approached the alter where the man was standing she began took a giant swing to his head and began mashing it in into a pulp. No one could even recognize the man anymore, he looked like a doll that had it's head melted off. Police arrived on the scene and sent a barrage of bullets at Bridget, one of those bullets pierced her head. The polive discovered that she had brutally murdered 5 men and about a total 16 other women. Aside from the blood-bath that laid all over the cathedral, they had discovered a large bag in the bridal room filled to the top with unborn fetuses.

After death, Bridget returned as "The Lady of Desperation". She stayed in churches and cathedrals in hopes and wait for the next wedding to occur. When it does, she'll come out of the darkness with her trusty "Widow-Maker Mallet" and her lust for having her own child. Even if the child is unborn she will tear the women open and claim it as hers. Her taste for human baby fetuses became a hobby for her.