Prologue
I wasn't there to see it happen so I can't tell you with one hundred percent certainty that this is all true. But my source, well he doesn't really gain anything if he lies to me. So I'll tell you what I heard, and then you'll decide for yourself.
It was stormy that night; it's always stormy on nights like this one. Nature seems to demand that it be stormy on nights of horror and fear. But then again sunshine and flowers didn't go well with the horseman's personality. It would have been creepy if he appeared in the midst of roses and butterflies, don't you think?
Jenkins ran through the woods, the branches pulling at his clothes and hair. He ran from the horror behind, he had to or else it would get him and make him pay. But he needed it; he needed what the horseman was after. It was the only way he could put his plan into action, the only way he could complete the task at hand. The only way...
There, ahead of him he could see the church. He only needed to make it to the church, and then he'd be safe. He'd be safe from the black horse and his death-bringing rider. But he could hear the hooves of the horse already, it was right behind him. In the lightening flash he could see the shadow of the monstrous nightmare. He needed to escape and quickly. And then he was pushing through the church doors, he couldn't believe it! He was safe; he'd escaped with his head. And he could now control the horror that had been chasing him just moments ago.
Now he could show them all, show them who the crazy one was! And no one would be able to stop him; he'd rule the town, and then the country, and then the world. But he still needed to hide it, hide it where no one could find it. Hide it from everyone who would try to help the horseman. Hide it from that blasted college student, the nosy one with white hair. And so Jenkins stuffed it behind the secret bookshelf, inside the secret passageway. He locked the door and panted. Outside the wind howled, the horseman's anger reflected onto the weather. He looked out the window, just as an axe come flying towards him. It landed on the window, cracking it deeply. But it did not penetrate; it did not shatter the glass. It just landed and melted away like a sinister piece of chocolate.
It was too much for Jenkins's heart though. It exploded from the adrenaline and fear. The old man died, but not before he cursed the hidden object. If anyone ever found it, he'd return. And he would make them pay for being nosy, he'd kill them! He'd put them through hell, and then drag them to Hell! His spirit lifted its head and cackled, cackled loudly. It drove the bats into flight and the crickets to explode. But it did not scare the horseman, no it only worried him.
The large black stallion reared up and whinnied. It's rider reaching towards his sword. The wind picked up, throwing trees to the ground and causing the earth to shiver in fear. The horseman made a promise of his own that night. He promised that if he didn't get his skull back by Halloween, he would lay waste to the town that had allowed this to happen. And Satin have mercy on any soul that was willing to stand in his way…
Please R&R, and no flames or I will find you.
