I do not own Sleepy Hollow. I only own Amelia.

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"Uncle, there is a man here to speak with you," I said as soon as we stood near my uncle.

"Who are you, stranger?" my uncle questioned the man beside me.

"I am Constable Ichabod Crane, sent here to investigate the murder in Sleepy Hollow," the mystery man said.

"Well then Sleepy Hollow is grateful for you, please do us the honor of staying in this house," Lady Van Tassel said and I resisted the urge to gag with how fake she was being. My intuition was telling me to stay far away from her.

Ichabod disappeared with my uncle and I had a feeling he would be talking with the other top authority men of this small town. I saw Ichabod look back at me before disappearing from view.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw that it was one of the men from the game holding a hand out to me asking for a dance. I politely declined and quickly left the room to go to my guest room. Parties were just not my thing. I saw my bags sitting on the bed and I shut the door behind me. I would talk more with my cousin tomorrow. For now, I just needed to rest after the long journey. Carriage rides are not good for the body.

I looked out the window and narrowed my eyes at all of the fog surrounding the property. "Why did I come back here again?" I whispered before preparing for bed.

The next morning I was woken up by one of the servants. She helped me put on my dress and I left my room to grab some breakfast. I wondered how Ichabod reacted last night to hearing that a headless horseman caused the murders. "He probably doesn't believe any of it," I thought as I grabbed some fruit.

"Amelia, you're up early," Katrina said from somewhere behind me.

I turned around and gave her a small smile. "I do not sleep well in this town. You know that," I said softly since Lady Van Tassel appeared behind Katrina. "Good morning," I said politely but I still felt a strange vibe from the woman.

"Good morning, Amelia" the woman replied before ordering a servant to fix breakfast for the household.

Once breakfast was done, I offered to take the food up to Mr. Crane's room. I wanted to talk to him about the horseman if I could since I knew a bit more about the legends than my uncle. I only knew more because when I was a child for some reason the horseman fascinated me, and I even spoke with the old witch in the woods. Not many knew about her, but I used to speak with a lot while growing up.

The old witch used to help me when I was growing up because I could also cast spells. I never told any of my family, not even Katrina who I knew also dabbled in witchcraft. My magic wasn't just drawing certain runes or doing certain rituals. My magic was real, part of me. My magic was one of the main reasons I left the town because I had a few instances of almost being discovered and I knew I would be killed.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I knocked on Mr. Crane's door. It took a minute but Mr. Crane finally opened the door and he was already dressed for the day. "Good morning, I brought you breakfast," I said and he stepped back so I could set the food in his room on a table.

"Thank you," he said and I told him my name. "Thank you, Miss Van Tassel," he said and paused when I corrected him.

"Just call me Amelia, please. Mr. Crane would you mind if I spoke with you while you ate breakfast?" I asked and he looked ready to deny me but I had already sat down at one of the chairs of the table where I set his breakfast.

"I guess that would be fine," he said as he sat down and started to eat.

"I know that what you heard last night probably sounds like make-believe, but I assure you that the legends are true. However, the horseman only rises when someone disturbs his grave, and whoever disturbed the grave must have taken his head. I'm not sure but I believe that whoever has his head controls his actions," I said and rolled my eyes when Ichabod immediately started giving me logical and scientific reasons why a headless horseman was not real.

"We'll see if you stick to those ideas the longer you stay here. Anyways, what is your plan for today?" I asked before he could say anything else.

"I was going to try to find a horse," he said and frowned when I smiled.

"I know just the place. Once you have finished breakfast, please meet me downstairs and I will take you to Killian's home. I believe he will let you use a horse during your stay here," I said and left his room.

It did not surprise me that he didn't believe me but he would. Eventually, Ichabod joined me downstairs and we walked together to Killian's home. Elizabeth greeted me with a hug before she released me so I could talk to her husband about lending Ichabod a horse. I couldn't help but laugh when he was given Gunpowder. Gunpowder was an old horse. I remembered the horse from when I was a child.

"Oh Crimson is here too. She's missed you," Killian told me and my eyes widened.

I rushed into the stable and smiled when I saw my horse Crimson, who was reddish brown. "Hello girl, I'm so sorry I couldn't take you with me when I left but it looks like Killian has taken great care of you," I said happily before leading my horse out of the stable. I smiled when she let me put on her saddle and bridle. I had just hopped onto the saddle and left the stable when a gunshot rang throughout the town.

"Murder, the horseman struck again," a man shouted and I looked at Ichabod.