Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize.

I am still going to work on "With You," but this is sort of a side project. It's going to be different oneshots revolving around different myths-both false and true, along with undetermined. Most of them probably will be under the horror section of the site I find these under, but they might not all be under it.

Sorry if anyone's OOC; it's my first time writing Gwen, Bridgette, and Geoff, so...

Here's the myth this oneshot is based on (Replace [dot] with a . ): http:/snopes[dot]com/horrors/ghosts/onemore[dot]asp

Room For One More

"Thanks again for letting me stay here for the night. I'm glad that I didn't have to stay at the airport all night," Gwen said, holding a hot cup of tea near her mouth. She took a sip and sat it down on the counter.

"It's our pleasure, Gwen," Bridgette smiled.

Geoff came over to his wife; he wrapped his arms around her before looking over to the Goth woman, "We're glad to have company once in a while, right Babe?" He turned to Bridgette now.

"Right Schmoopy-boo," She replied. The two embraced in a long kiss.

Gwen, feeling out of place, excused herself and disappeared up to the guest room that the couple had showed her to earlier. She did all of the things she normally did before going to bed. She snuggled up under the covers with her diary in hand.

She was writing when she suddenly heard a loud vehicle outside. Curious, she slipped out of the bed and over to the window. In the street below was a black limousine—one like you'd see at a funeral; there was a driver up front and people crowded into the back, even where the coffin would be.

The driver rolled his window down and stared up at Gwen. He had distinct features to him: black beady eyes and black hair. He was dressed unlike that of a chauffeur though. He was dressed in a blue shirt over a long-sleeved white one—she couldn't see his pants or shoes.

"There's room for one more," He yelled.

Gwen became frightened and shut the window quickly, pulling the curtains together. She rushed over to the bed. She put her diary away before quickly falling asleep. That man looked so familiar as he continued to haunt her dreams that night.

The next day, Gwen had finally gotten onto a plane to New York City to visit her brother. Her brother had to work and she found it an opportunity to visit a large bookstore nearby his apartment building. She was on the top floor, the third, when she had finished up with her selection.

She went over to the open elevator. It was looked like it was filled to its maximum which made her weary to board.

"There's room for one more," The man from last night spoke. Why was he there?

"Chris?" Gwen asked in surprise. She just shook her head and figured that he just looked like Chris. She spoke to answer the man, "Uh, no thanks, I'll take the stairs."

She had to admit that she was glad of her choice after what came next.

"Suit yourself, Gwen."

The doors of the elevator closed. At first, it seemed as if the elevator was working normally, but that was before the screams were heard and then a crash.

She felt shivers go up and down her spine. She hurried down the stairs to get the hell out of there.

Thanks for reading! =D