The Phantom Hearse

This disturbing incident happened to someone called Amy Walker, so I believe, three or four years ago. She rarely talks about it and it may go some way to explaining her delicate disposition. She was staying in a country hotel, a rather creepy old manor house out in the sticks. She didn't sleep well, and as the clock struck midnight she heard the sound of carriage wheels and horses' hooves outside. She looked out to see an old-fashioned hearse, but curiously there was no coffin inside. The ghostly coachman then looked up towards Amy's window and said: "There's room for one more." The phantom hearse then rode away, out of sight.

Next morning Amy had just about recovered, and she returned to the city. She went shopping in a large department store, and on the top floor she made her way to the lift to go down. It arrived crowded with people, but the attendant said to Amy: "There's room for one more." When she looked at him she could see he had the face of the coachman. "No thank you," she said, dashing away. "I'll walk down."

The lift doors swished shut, and the lift began to descend. Then there were screams, a distant crash, and silence. The lift had fallen to the basement, and everyone inside it had been killed.