I own nothing except for the basic pretty things that have no place in the story. I'm new at this, not writing, specifically, but at writing fanfiction. Also, English is not my first language, or my second, third, fourth or fifth, so please forgive me if I spell wrong or don't use proper grammar. I hope you enjoy it.
Sarah Hampton had just moved into this little town called Sleepy Hollow. She lived in a small house on top of a tall hill, and heather and sage grew wild around her home. It was a pretty village, scenic, a farming community, but one haunted by old legends-legends she completely dismissed. On her first day in the village, while she shopped at the market, an old woman in a black shawl so old that it had greying fibers. The woman had pulled Sarah close and whispered into her ear.
'The Hessian will rise on the longest day of the year.' The crazy hag had said, before releasing Sarah so suddenly she lost her balance. Before Sarah could recover her footing, the woman had disappeared in the crowd. No one seemed to have noticed anything, but Sarah could not repress a quick glance at the forbidding forest and a chill that creeped down her spine.
Later that week, as Sarah stood at the stove mixing a delicious rabbit stew for her dinner, there came a knock at the door. Startled, for she had not been expecting visitors, Sarah set her spoon down on the well-scrubbed tabletop and wiped her hands on her apron. She quickly pulled a curtain to, so she could peek out at the unexpected caller. All she saw was a dark shoulder, and the hem of a coat that flapped in the wind. She braced her weight against the door and pulled it open. When the caller made no attempt to force the door open, she slid the door open farther. The sight of her visitor startled her immensly. She started, stepped back. He did not seem fazed by her reaction. She studied his face quickly; he was hideous. The flesh of his left cheek was missing. The skin around his eye as well was stripped away. His left ear was torn at the lobe and shredded at the top. 'My name is Grigori,' He supplied tonelessly. 'I must speak with you.'
Sarah sat in her dining room, pouring her strange visitor a cup of tea. She sat opposite him with her own steaming cup, watching his mutilated face as his cold grey eyes moved around her dining room slowly. He was dressed in black trousers, with black boots polished to a high shine. His hat rested on his knee. His torso was covered by a black overcoat. His nose was sharply hooked and slightly overlarge; his eyebrows arched fiercely. He gave the appearance of an injured bird of prey. When he spoke, his voice was thick with accent. 'I was hired by the mayor. He wishes me to perform a ritual in this household to cleanse it of its past.'
Sarah raised her eyebrows. 'I don't follow the Christian religion.' Grigori smiled humorlessly.
'Neither do I, madam. However, you will find it very hard in this town if you do not attend the church. Superstition is religion here, and vice-versa.' Grigori stood and took a bundle of official-looking papers out of his overcoat. He put it down on the table. 'Thank you very much for the tea, Miss Hampton. I should be leaving now. These documents contain the accepted date and time for the ritual, but you are free to change them according to your desire. Either myself or one of my employees will perform this ritual.' Sarah picked up the papers and shook hands with her visitor. His grip was warm and firm. He left, and sarah sat down to read the papers he had left for her.
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