Our group had just set up camp in a haunted graveyard, huddled together around a small fire. While food cooked and people began to settle down, our Tiefling bard (me) decided to play on the atmosphere and tell a scary story.
Bard (me) OOC: Can I tell “man door hand hook car door”?
DM: Make it period-appropriate and you’re good.
Bard: One night, a man and his wench go out for a carriage ride under the moonlight. They stop at on the side of the road, and he turns to his wench and says:
“Darling, I love you very much.”
“What is it, honey?”
“Our horse has stopped moving. I think its leg is broken. I’ll walk to get it some food.”
“Okay, I’ll stay here and look after our guitar. There has been word in the town of guitars being stolen.”
“Good idea. Keep the carriage doors locked no matter what. I love you sweaty.”
So the man left to get oats for the horse. After two hours the wench says, “Where is my gentleman? He was supposed to be back by now.”
Then, the wench hears a scratching sound, and a voice saying “LET ME IN.”
The wench doesn’t do it, and after awhile goes to sleep. The next morning she wakes up and finds her man still not there. She gets out to check and man door hand hook carriage door.