Chapter two Screams
It was a little bit past midnight when he heard the scream. James sat up quickly in his bed, looking to the door of his room. It was silent for a moment, then he heard voices, then people running down the hall. He got up from his bed, pulled on his coat and headed for the door. James was halfway down the hall when he heard someone yell something about murder; he walked faster.
Outside, there was a large group of people forming around a tree. Pushing through the crowd, he arrived in the center, to see blood spattered on the tree, and a headless body slouched against the trunk. He pulled his coat over his mouth, trying to ignore the nauseating feeling he normally had whenever he saw a dead body. "What on earth happened to him... Her? Whatever it is," he said quietly, turning away to look at the surroundings. The first thing he noticed was something on the roof of the inn. "Look, I think someone is on the roof," he said, heading into the inn, heading to the stairs.
Moments later, he appeared on the roof, walking slowly to the figure. "It's just a scarecrow... Oh my..." He was did not get to finish his sentence, for he had fainted. Lightning flashed in the distance, illuminating the scarecrow; upon it was the head of Mr. Alcove.
He woke up slowly, still lying on the roof, then noticed that there were a couple of other people there. "I wonder what made him faint, it's just a scarecrow that doesn't have a head..." James say up quickly, looking at the scarecrow. Mr. Alcove's head was indeed gone from the scarecrow.
Another scream cried out from below, then followed by, "The Horseman is coming! Run! To the church!" Everyone began running very quickly to the church, just as a monstrous black horse galloped out of nowhere, straight into the crowd. The screams grew louder, so unbearably loud for James that he fainted again, the screams staining his nightmares.