*crickets chirp*
Okay, I\'ll start then. I\'m from the US, where curses and urban legends are big...
Once, in a town not far from here (wherever here is), there was a guy by the name of Lawrence McAbbar. He owned a car dealership, and he sold beat-up, broken-down used cars. Well, one day a guy pulls up, looking very scared, and yanks the keys out of his car, threw them at the dealer, and took off towards the country, yelling all the while about a curse and a ring.
Well, Lawrence wasn\'t that much of a believer in curses, so he had no problem selling such a thing. He did believe in car bombs, though, so he called in an inspector to check the car out. The man searched inside and out, in the trunk, under the hood, everywhere. Nothing seemed even slightly wrong with it. \"Quite a deal I got, then! \" Lawrence thought to himself. \"Think I\'ll take this out for a joy ride!\"
After a cruise around the city, Lawrence pulled up to his dealership, weary and ready to go home. A lone woman stood waiting for him, and when he pulled up she promptly asked if she could buy the car. He had no qualms about that, and tacked a heavy pricetag on the car. Instead of whipping out a checkbook like most people, however, the lady proposed a trade: Her diamond ring for his car. That ring was worth twice what he had asked!!! He accepted, pocketed the ring, and took off for home, figuring he\'d pawn the ring and get his money tommorow.
Tommorow came, and Lawrence reached for the ring on his dresser... It wasn\'t there! He fumed and fussed, turned the whole house upside down, but the ring was nowhere to be found. He took off for his dealership fuming, but when he got there, his joy returned: The car was right where he had gotten out of it the night before! \"Perhaps I dreamed that sale,\" Lawrence thought to himself. \"No matter, I\'ll sell the thing for sure, this time!\" No one, however, even asked about the car all day. Slightly irritated, he was leaving that night when he saw the same woman from the night before, staring at the car. He ran out to her, but jumped back when she turned around; She was staring at him with the utmost hatred, and in one hand she held a knife, gleaming in the moonlight.
He dashed around her, jumped into the car, and sped off. He was speeding through the streets when he glanced into the rearview mirror, and something caught his eye. Something was hanging in midair, glinting and glimmering like diamonds. \"That ring... it\'s that wo--\" Lawrence said, but the rest of his words never formed, cut off by the impact of the crash.
The next morning, the junkyard owner noticed something: A shiny new car, keys in the ignition, seemingly abandoned. He eagerly ran over, checking the car out. Inside, he noticed two things: A \"for sale\" sign on in the windsheild, and a diamond ring...
((I left some of the parts out, so if anyone else knows that story, feel free to correct me))