Nothing life-changing.
Now that I think about, I don't think that I've ever won any sort of contest that I had no level of control over. All that call-in shit, or raffles?
Big fat fucking zero on those.
"It turned out that the ghost was just Mr. Finley, who ran the amusement park. The spooky part is that, as soon as the ghost appeared, the teenagers' dog began to speak! And it spoke in a tortured parody of human speech: 'relp me, Raggy,' it would say. 'I am an abomination and rould re rilled. Rill re, Raggy.'"