This is one of those creepy tales that feels suited to late nights around a bonfire.
A coachman is hired to take a fare to an unusual destination: "'there is no man in Scotland who knows the road to that place better than you do. You have never driven on any other road all your life; and I insist on you taking us.'
'Very well, sir,' said George, 'I'll drive you to hell, if you have a mind..."
With hell, getting to your destination is easy. But it requires a contract to get out of that place... a contract promising to return.
I usually don't like tales that depend on the "it was all just a dream... or WAS it?" device, but this story actually uses that human tendency upon wakening to confuse dream and reality to great effect. ( )