i was The Bride Of Dracula
Debbie said ‘I do’ as Dracula’s bride
Norman and I met eight years ago when I joined the car-parts firm where he works as a supervisor. We had at least one thing in common – we’d both been married twice before.
But now we were both single. As I we got to know each other, I learned we shared something else – a love of horror films!
We grew close, started dating, spent hours on the sofa watching the Twilight films…
But it wasn’t just vampires we loved. Zombies, witches, Frankenstein, ghosts – we were obsessed with them all.
We even preferred Halloween to Christmas and birthdays!
Soon, we moved in together, all loved up. And, in July 2015, we went on a cruise. Then…
‘Will you marry me?’ Norman asked as we sipped cocktails one night.
I almost spat out my drink! ‘Of course I will!’ I cried. Back in Blighty, we started planning our dream ceremony.
As it was our third, hopefully final, wedding each, I’d an idea.
‘Let’s do something different,’ I suggested.
We’d already done ‘Something old, something new…’ and got the t-shirt. Twice apiece!
We soon settled on our love of horror.
We’d recently been to a murdermystery event at Ampfield Golf Club, Hampshire, which was the perfect venue for our spectral ceremony.
Booking for 29 October last year –just two days before Halloween –we couldn’t wait!
Our special day came round quickly, and I had a make-up artist to fix my face. Only, this time, I was no ordinary bride – I was the bride of Dracula!
‘You look really scary, Nanny,’ said my grandson Jayden, 12.
And, as my pageboy, so did he.
A mini Dracula, he was going to bear our rings in a coffin-shaped box. And my bridesmaid nieces were characters from a zombie apocalypse!
All set, we climbed into our Halloween-decorated, vintage Rolls-royce, with the chauffeur dressed as a scarecrow.
The neighbours came out to cheer and clap us off, and the guests were taken in a customised Terminator bus.
Inside the venue, the seats were soon filled with skeletons, devils, vampires, ghouls and ghosts – everyone had made such an effort! Even the bar staff had dressed up.
Bach’s classic Toccata and Fugue in D Minor – the classic Dracula theme – played us in.
My dad, in a spider’s outfit, walked me up the aisle to Norman, my very own Dracula.
Norman’s best man, my son Benjamin, stood beside him as a voodoo witch doctor.
‘You may now kiss the bride,’ the registrar announced. Tricky with fangs!
As we walked out, the 60s hit Monster Mash blasted out.
And, as guests dined on a three-course meal, a murdermystery drama played out.
‘This is the best wedding we’ve ever been to,’ folk said.
The cake was decorated in eerie purple-and-black icing, with a skeleton bride and groom on top.
Norman and I had such a wonderful day.
We’re ghoul-mates, and can’t wait for a frighteningly good future together.
The registrar invited us to kiss – tricky with fangs!