Sleepy Hollow Resurrection
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the book Sleepy Hollow, or the 1999 movie. I do own, however, James C Wyte, Elizabeth Crane, Mr. Alcove, etc.
Chapter one Murders
The wagon pulled to a stop, in front of a quiet little building. The door to it opening, revealing a lean middle aged man. "So, this is Sleepy Hollow?" he said to himself, stepping out of the wagon and into the cold air. The man's hair was a light brown, falling short of his blue eyes. He gasped quietly; feeling as though the very air he breathe was evil. Shaking this feeling from his mind, he walked into the inn, pulling his coat tighter.
The atmosphere changed immediately as he walked in; everyone stopped talking, and looked at this newcomer, curious and frightened. He stood there for a moment, then walked to the clerk's desk. "Good evening, I would like to get a room." "How long?" "Not sure.. Long enough until I can find a home to live in." "Name?" "James C White." "Okay, your room is this way. By the way, my name is Mr. Alcove."
James began to follow him, but was stopped by a young lady, who took his hand and said, "How do you do? My name is Elizabeth Crane, yours?" He froze for a second, then answered, "James White. Crane, you say, it sounds very familiar.." Shaking out of his trance, he looked around for the clerk, only to see him halfway down the hall. Running to catch up, he made an attempt at a conversation, "Everyone seems quite... How do I say it? Paranoid.." The clerk scowled, and said, "I really wouldn't expect them to be that cheerful, especially with what's been going on lately..." He raised one of his eyebrows, then asked slowly, "What has been going on here?" The clerk dropped his keys and turned around and, with a bewildered look on his face, said, "You mean you really don't know? Well, I wouldn't expect you to, especially if you're planning to move in here.. Well anyways, about eighty years ago someone stole the skull of a Hessian soldier. This Hessian was feared, because back during the Revolution, he was a brutal warrior, slicing off the heads of his enemies, while riding his fearsome steed. Eventually, he was killed, having his head cut off by his own sword. Where was I? Oh yes, seventy years ago, the skull of the Hessian was stolen, and his ghost began riding around the village, cutting off heads. After the first three murders, New York sent Ichabod Crane here to investigate. About a week after he arrived, the Headless Horseman was put to rest. Now, seventy years later, the murders have started up again, except this time worse. Except no one has actually seen the horseman."
James handed him the keys, then said, "Very interesting... Ichabod Crane, is he anyway related to Elizabeth?" "So she says.. She's got everyone in the village wrapped around her finger..."