Authors note:
Hey y'all! Just a little note to my readers. This story is a real success
and thank you for reading! Now don't get mad because it might take awhile
before updates are posted. I believe in quality not quantity. Semester
exams are coming up so this could take awhile! ( but hey there is good
news! This is not the last of my Charlotte & Horseman fics *claps hand over
mouth* whoops! I really, really, really was not supposed to tell y'all
that! *thundering hoof beats* Uh-oh.uh, I, uh, have to be going. um, bye!
The scenery whisked past me as I fairly flew threw downtown Sleepy Hollow, but that did not stop the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was being watched, no, worse, followed. Not by the horseman, either. That was what was so scary. I had gotten used to the horseman following me so that it didn't bother me, anymore. I sped around a corner. Maybe I could loose whoever was tailing me. Nanny had told me to meet her at the Hessian's grave before midnight. How she knew where it was was still a mystery. I blinked and tried to focus on the task at hand. It was less than half a mile to the cemetery and an unexplainable mist started to gather. It choked the streets and visibly spread around me, making the cityscape into something sinister. I turned another sharp corner into a pair of oncoming headlights. I have no doubt I looked an awful lot like a gold fish: huge eyed and openmouthed, before I was hit by the car. I bounced up onto the hood then rolled off just as quickly. I roughly hit the pavement then slowly pulled myself up. Remarkably, I was not hurt. I just had a slight ringing in my ears after the impact. The car had continued on threw the intersection and as I stood up I saw its break lights. Not good. I felt the joggle of the skull in my backpack as I got back on my bike. This time I made a strait line for the cemetery. The car made a u-turn and started to try and follow me. I silently thanked whoever had made the mist as it hid me from the car and I peddled on into the cemetery. I shakily left my bike on one of the gravel paths and started to the grave on foot. The trees had grown more dark and menacing than last time, if that was possible. They crowded around each other so that I almost began to wonder where one tree ended and another began. The fog was thinner in the woods, drifting in and around the gnarly tree branches like a specter. Further on I saw the beam of a flashlight. I greeted Nanny as I walked up to her. She smiled in return. "Do you have it?" "Right here" I said pulling the rather heavy item out of my backpack. "Good. I think we're ready to begin." Nanny said as she pulled out a small well worn book. She began to read out loud with great authority. I didn't understand most of it. Suddenly as if on cue, there was a loud crack of thunder just overhead and the Horseman himself leapt out of his grave on horseback ready, it seemed, for a fight. "Now, now Horseman. I would not have woken you had this not been important. Charlotte, if you please." I gingerly stepped forward with the skull cradled in my arms. The Horseman jumped from his steed anxious for the head. He reached for it but I backed away and held the skull all the tighter. I looked to Nanny for direction but she wasn't there! She had vanished. Now I was alone with the Hessian. Fearful, I tossed the skull to him. He caught it with ease and lifted it to his shoulders. It started to lightning like crazy. I watched, awestruck. There was a sickening popping sound as the spine reconnected. Veins and other connective tissue reached up from the base of the neck to cover the skull. The Horseman gripped at his collar and sounded as though he were choking. Soon there was a nose and a tongue and eyes. He fell to the ground, his back towards me. Which probably was for the best I decided. I was already fairly grossed out. The Horseman's form grew silent and he stood. He was taller now. He slowly turned to face me. I had to sit down at the sight of him. There stood the same exact man from my dream earlier in the day. The face, the eyes, everything was the same. His hair was not bound but hung loosely about his shoulders. It looked wild and unruly as far as hair went.
The man himself wasn't much better. He stooped down in front of me and grinned wickedly. His teeth were white and very sharp looking. He raised my chin with his gloved hand. "Charlotte, my darling" he crooned. Darling? The touch was like an electric shock and before he could lower his lips to mine my right fist connected soundly with his jaw, sending him sprawling. I was up on my feet and storming out of the woods. He followed me at a distance all of the way to my house and kept back in the shadows were I couldn't see him. Smart man. I didn't even turn to look at him as I slammed the door and marched upstairs to my room.
I got up at about two in the afternoon. My Aunt and Uncle had left on their usual business so I was alone. I was not in the least bit nervous; I had bigger fish to fry. I had a shower and got dressed. I wore blue jeans and a black low cut shirt to Mr. Spickler's. Nanny was there and I let her have it. I stormed up and down the house about her leaving me in the woods with that 200 year old blood thirsty German. Nanny only smiled and said, "I doubt it was blood he was thirsty for, dear" I could have slapped her. "Your not helping!" I cried. "Now dear. You need to calm down. He only wanted to talk, give him a chance to." "Fine! But if he pulls another stunt like that I will personally hand his corpse over to the reverend." Nanny just shook her head. I really could be quite stubborn.
The scenery whisked past me as I fairly flew threw downtown Sleepy Hollow, but that did not stop the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was being watched, no, worse, followed. Not by the horseman, either. That was what was so scary. I had gotten used to the horseman following me so that it didn't bother me, anymore. I sped around a corner. Maybe I could loose whoever was tailing me. Nanny had told me to meet her at the Hessian's grave before midnight. How she knew where it was was still a mystery. I blinked and tried to focus on the task at hand. It was less than half a mile to the cemetery and an unexplainable mist started to gather. It choked the streets and visibly spread around me, making the cityscape into something sinister. I turned another sharp corner into a pair of oncoming headlights. I have no doubt I looked an awful lot like a gold fish: huge eyed and openmouthed, before I was hit by the car. I bounced up onto the hood then rolled off just as quickly. I roughly hit the pavement then slowly pulled myself up. Remarkably, I was not hurt. I just had a slight ringing in my ears after the impact. The car had continued on threw the intersection and as I stood up I saw its break lights. Not good. I felt the joggle of the skull in my backpack as I got back on my bike. This time I made a strait line for the cemetery. The car made a u-turn and started to try and follow me. I silently thanked whoever had made the mist as it hid me from the car and I peddled on into the cemetery. I shakily left my bike on one of the gravel paths and started to the grave on foot. The trees had grown more dark and menacing than last time, if that was possible. They crowded around each other so that I almost began to wonder where one tree ended and another began. The fog was thinner in the woods, drifting in and around the gnarly tree branches like a specter. Further on I saw the beam of a flashlight. I greeted Nanny as I walked up to her. She smiled in return. "Do you have it?" "Right here" I said pulling the rather heavy item out of my backpack. "Good. I think we're ready to begin." Nanny said as she pulled out a small well worn book. She began to read out loud with great authority. I didn't understand most of it. Suddenly as if on cue, there was a loud crack of thunder just overhead and the Horseman himself leapt out of his grave on horseback ready, it seemed, for a fight. "Now, now Horseman. I would not have woken you had this not been important. Charlotte, if you please." I gingerly stepped forward with the skull cradled in my arms. The Horseman jumped from his steed anxious for the head. He reached for it but I backed away and held the skull all the tighter. I looked to Nanny for direction but she wasn't there! She had vanished. Now I was alone with the Hessian. Fearful, I tossed the skull to him. He caught it with ease and lifted it to his shoulders. It started to lightning like crazy. I watched, awestruck. There was a sickening popping sound as the spine reconnected. Veins and other connective tissue reached up from the base of the neck to cover the skull. The Horseman gripped at his collar and sounded as though he were choking. Soon there was a nose and a tongue and eyes. He fell to the ground, his back towards me. Which probably was for the best I decided. I was already fairly grossed out. The Horseman's form grew silent and he stood. He was taller now. He slowly turned to face me. I had to sit down at the sight of him. There stood the same exact man from my dream earlier in the day. The face, the eyes, everything was the same. His hair was not bound but hung loosely about his shoulders. It looked wild and unruly as far as hair went.
The man himself wasn't much better. He stooped down in front of me and grinned wickedly. His teeth were white and very sharp looking. He raised my chin with his gloved hand. "Charlotte, my darling" he crooned. Darling? The touch was like an electric shock and before he could lower his lips to mine my right fist connected soundly with his jaw, sending him sprawling. I was up on my feet and storming out of the woods. He followed me at a distance all of the way to my house and kept back in the shadows were I couldn't see him. Smart man. I didn't even turn to look at him as I slammed the door and marched upstairs to my room.
I got up at about two in the afternoon. My Aunt and Uncle had left on their usual business so I was alone. I was not in the least bit nervous; I had bigger fish to fry. I had a shower and got dressed. I wore blue jeans and a black low cut shirt to Mr. Spickler's. Nanny was there and I let her have it. I stormed up and down the house about her leaving me in the woods with that 200 year old blood thirsty German. Nanny only smiled and said, "I doubt it was blood he was thirsty for, dear" I could have slapped her. "Your not helping!" I cried. "Now dear. You need to calm down. He only wanted to talk, give him a chance to." "Fine! But if he pulls another stunt like that I will personally hand his corpse over to the reverend." Nanny just shook her head. I really could be quite stubborn.