Beware of the Bone Bride!

Among other gloomy legends of Kemmes, the legend of Katrina Calavera, the Ghostly Bride, is famous for its special horror. Those who are afraid to even pronounce her name call her the Bone Bride. And their fear has good reason.
 
Once a year, when the veil separating the world of the living from the world of the dead becomes thinner than a spider's web, it appears from the thickest fog. Her appearance is a masterpiece of macabre art: the body with the help of whitewash and mascara is turned into an illusion of a perfect skeleton, crowned with the face of a doll with empty eye sockets. Instead of a wedding bouquet in her hands — a bunch of tiny, highly polished skulls strung on the stems of long-decayed roses. It is believed that each of them contains the soul of an innocent victim whose executioner escaped retribution.
 
Silently gliding through the sleeping streets, she searches. And when the shadow of Calavera falls on the house where the sinner is hiding, the skulls in the bouquet begin to emit a quiet, chilling chime. This is a sign.
Katrina does not enter the house. She appears at the window. And then the killers wake up from the nightmare and begin to feel the cold from the icy breath on their skin. They hear a chorus of whispers of their victims ringing from her terrible bouquet. They see her frozen smile behind the glass and realize with absolute clarity that their crime has not been forgotten. The eternal memory of the dead finally caught up with them. And this ghostly, inexorable revenge — the curse of eternal reminder — is much more terrible than a quick and merciful death.
 
With the first rays of the sun, it dissolves like a nightmare, leaving behind only the sweet-putrid smell of withered roses and the fear ingrained in the hearts of those who hoped to escape justice.