The Red Bride/ Bag of Bones

[Artiphany]

On the night of the Blood Moon, the clock strikes thirteen. The church is empty, the ceiling bats mysteriously gone, the priest and apostles fled home at sundown, the villagers in their basements behind iron bolts.
When the clouds clear, the stained-glass windows glow crimson. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier, until you realize it's not your breathing at all; behind you, the Red Bride limps down the aisle, hand in hand with her father, death. She stinks of roses and decay. She reaches for you with a skeletal hand. You try to run but something freezes you in place, and suddenly you realize: you're the groom.

[Artiphany]

Working on some lore for my new KS deck, Bag of Bones. Any thoughts?