Actually I do, but it's not "creepy" it's just a myth from my hometown.
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There was once a wealthy vicar called Mary, a long time ago, who was wealthy and fortunate in life, and was always looking for love. She found it with her first husband, but rumour had it that the two weren't happy, and the husband was killed in a tragic accident. Willing to find love again, she eventually married her second husband, but again, he died of unknown causes which was then known as a "sad coincidence". However, fingers were pointed when she became a widow for a third and fourth time, and she eventually fled back to her home with her son. Four months later, her son also died, leaving her so heartbroken that she eventually committed suicide just weeks later, and joined her son and her husbands in heaven.
Apparently, the vicar had planned this all along, killing all five in the hopes that she could join them in heaven for the rest of eternity. It didn't take long before people began seeing her ghost in the streets. Legend has it that some divine entity sentenced her to spend eternity doing penance for her evil deeds. She was given the task of travelling each night to a neighbouring village's castle in the company of a huge black dog with blood red eyes and savage fangs. The nightly 30 mile round trip is taken in a carriage made from the bones of her four dead husbands and is driven by a headless driver. On reaching the castle, the vicar would pluck a blade of grass and return to the carriage of bones, after which it rattles back to her village. Once the grisly coach has returned home, the blade of grass is carefully laid on a flat slab of granite. Only after all the grass has been removed from the castle mound will Mary be allowed to rest in peace which judging by the lush covering will be a long time away. If the phantom coach should stop outside any house then an occupant was sure to die as would anyone for who the coach stopped on the road.
Those that have witnessed the ghostly journey say that the first thing you notice is the rattling of the coach of bones as it thunders along the road. As it approaches the night air chills and the sound of thundering hooves grows louder and louder. Suddenly a huge black dog with crimson eyes hurtles down the road, although some folks say it has but one eye in the centre of its forehead. The dog is closely followed by the coach of bones, on each of the four corners is a skull belonging to each of the four husbands. It's headless driver relentlessly lashes the four stallions with a long bloodstained whip, again reports differ as some suggest that along with the driver the horses are headless as well. As the coach passes the ghostly white figure of a lady can be seen sitting in the back. If you're really lucky her head will turn revealing two eyeless sockets sunk deep into a pallid, grimacing face. After the carriage has sped by the stench of rotting flesh is left wafting heavily on the night air. For those daft enough to continue their journey there is a treat in store by way of seeing the coach on its return journey.
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