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Rebecca floated , following one of the fisherman as she made his way to the lighthouse. She really didnt know any of them , but then again...she didnt know who killed her way either. But his voice had been male, and of course it had happened almost a hundred years ago. But the memory is still fresh in her mind. The blood. The ice. The sorrow. It was all as real as ever, and it always will be. To her great dismay.

The fisherman entered the lighthouse and made his way to a bed that was set up in the corner. She moved away from him, instead floating to the top of the lighthouse where the light is.

As the air chilled, and a wailing type voice filled the air, she knew she wasnt the only ghost here. She turned and noticed a boy, whom seemed oddly familiar, but sadly, she couldnt tell anymore. "Rebecca, my name is Rebecca..." She says, her voice like daggers or shards of ice. Her white hair and skin, where symbolic of the ice death she suffered. Her piercing blue eyes, one of the only things that had remained the same from her living body. She had been blonde in life as well, but her skin had been sun kissed, and her smiles bright and cheerful. Now she is but a sorrow filled being, whose life was cut short, but fate.

She followed him,but her legs would never show, regardless of if she was floating or simply making herself a mass of energy. She was in a white lace gown, her wedding gown to be exact. It was long and covers up her legs. But as she follows him, the soft rustling on her gown , and the soft click of her heels can be heard. It was the sound all men who she haunted, heard. Few had ever seen her, but they all call her the ghost bride, those who see her. They all assume her fiance killed her, which is not true. He loved her, she had seen it in his eyes, and besides, she had remembered that her murder had been much broader then her fiance had been.

She follows the ghost boy who calls himself Alex. "Where are we?" She asks. She was always following someone, and never really knew where she was.

She wailed as the sun began to rise, she did this at every sun rise, for she had died at night and to her it was the dawn she should of seen, but never did. She glances over at the dock, and sees a heavy set man with a young woman, the woman who had blonde hair and blue eyes. Something sparks in her. She looks at her ghostly companion. "I see someone that I must look over. I must make sure he plans to never harm that young girl. I have to protect her." She says, her gaze resting on the older fisherman.

Rebecca only haunts men, but she does this to also protect other women from entering the same fate she did. Anytime she comes across a wedding she weeps and weeps, wailing, and causing things to shatter and breaks, and winds to intensify.