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Sunday, October 29, 2006

Sleepy Hollow cont.
...As Ichabod rode out from the comfort of the lights on histrusty horse Gunpowder into the dark wood, he began to get a creeping feeling throughout his body. However, he rode on, thinking to himself 'There is nothing dangerous in these woods.' An owl hooted in the distance, a rodent scurried by his foot. Bats flew through the trees. Slowly, his thoughts turned to the legend of the Headless Horesman. The Horseman was supposedly a Hessian soldier who lost his head in some battle, and now rode searching for it. For the nonce, he replaced his head with an evilly glowing Jack-o-Lantern. It was said that his horse he rode was spawned from hell itself, snorting soot and ash, eyes glowing with inner flame. It was supposedly faster than any other horse alive, because it worried not of death, for it was dead. The Horseman hunted down his victims, caught them, and took their heads, looking for his. He never found it, so he kept looking for it on the heads of the living. Ichabod quickly turned his thoughts away from the Horseman, but could not shake the feeling that he was being followed. He turned around, but no one was there. He rode faster now, just wanting to leave and sleep for the night. About a mile into the ride, he noticed something. All of the animals had vanished, gone completley quite, as if, anticipating something. There were suddenly hoofbeats on the path behind Ichabod, and an unearthly light appeared out of nowhere. Immediatly, Ichabod spurred Gunpowder to a gallop. The Headless Horseman was no legend. It was real. And it was coming...for him......
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