Blackwell

 Blackwell staggered away. What had happened? Was there really a curse on him? For the next few days, Blackwell stayed away from the house and all the friends who had been with him at the beginning of his trip. He was too scared to face them. He then heard that a funeral was to be held for the people who had died in the elevator. It was for the same people who had been in the hearse. That night Blackwell returned to the house. He couldn't help thinking that his destiny was somehow connected to the fate of the people in the hearse. As he entered the yard, he saw the hearse parked in the same spot. He walked up to it and opened the door. Inside sat a skeletal figure with a pale white face. It was the driver, and he smiled directly at Blackwell. “I told you there was room for one more,” he said. Blackwell screamed and ran out of the yard. He never returned to that place again. He was convinced that the curse of the hearse and its passengers was upon him. From that day on, he was a shadow of his former self. It seemed that no matter how far away he ran from the cursed house, the shadows of its past always followed him.