We have just pulled the plug on the contest to win an autographed Get Scared EP. We had tons of scary stories bleeding out of our mailbox. Job well down Get Scared fans. You made it extremely taxing for us to read your posts all the way to the grueling end and made it even more troublesome to choose a lucky winner.

Drum roll please. The most crafted scary storyteller is James. You kept us wondering what turn the tale would take all the way through to the end. Although the story has never happened to us, we can still relate to it and we are sure you fans can too. The campfire tale discusses a horror dream that crossed over to reality the following morning. Beware if you have a dream like this. Your next day might be your last.

Congratulations James, you have a pleasantly sick mind.

by Lonnie Nemiroff

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Jame’s Story:

A young woman was on a business trip in Italy when she found out her hotel had no more rooms available. She unfortunately resorted to staying at an old manor outside of town. Her bedroom looked out to the carriage sweep at the front door. It was a moonlit night, and she found it difficult to sleep. As the clock outside her bedroom door struck twelve, she heard the noise of horses’ hooves on the gravel outside, and the sound of wheels.

She got up and went over to the window to see who could be arriving at that time of night. The moonlight was very bright, and she saw a hearse drive up to the door. It hadn’t a coffin in it; instead it was crowded with people. The coachman sat high up on the box: as he came opposite the window he drew up and turned his head. His face terrified her, and he said in a distinct voice, “There’s room for one more.”

She drew the curtain, ran back to bed, and covered her head with the bedclothes. In the morning she was not quite sure whether it had been a dream, or whether she had really got out of bed and seen the hearse, but she was glad to go up to town and leave the old house behind her.

She was shopping in a big store which had an elevator in it – an up-to-date thing at that time. She was on the top floor, and went to the elevator to go down. It was rather crowded, but as she came up to it, the elevator operator turned his head and said, “There’s room for one more.”

It was the face of the coachman of the hearse. “No, thank you,” said the girl. “I’ll walk down.” She turned away, the elevator doors clanged, there was a terrible rush and screaming and shouting, and then a great clatter and thud. The elevator had fallen and every soul in it was killed.

-Get Scared For Life-

By lonnie

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