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

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A few days passed and I enjoyed spending time with Mr. Crane while he continued to investigate around the town. I helped some but unfortunately I had to spend some time with my cousin. No more murders occurred during those days but I knew it was only time. My nerves were getting worse as I sensed the horseman was going to come again.

My intuition was right when the horseman killed Magistrate Philipse in front of Ichabod one night. Men found him passed out in a hay field near the forest edge. He was brought back to the house and I was not surprised when he refused to leave his room.

Eventually uncle, Masbeth, and I entered his room to see him still in the bed with the cover up to his face and he was in the corner.

"It was a headless horseman," he kept repeating even though my uncle calmly told him that we tried to tell him.

I flinched when he passed out and his head hit the wall and wooden headboard. "I'll stay with him until he wakes," I told Masbeth and my uncle, who looked hesitant but they left the room. I could hear them saying how they would need to get someone else from New York now, since Ichabod would most likely leave town.

Sitting on the bed, I gently moved some of Ichabod's hair out of his face. I gasped when I touched his forehead and I was pulled into his dream, which seemed like a memory. My mind was racing as I watched a beautiful woman and a young child, most likely Ichabod and his mother. "She's a witch. She's like me," I thought as I was pulled out of the memory when Ichabod woke up. He looked at me in shock before quickly grabbing my hands.

"I saw you in my dream. How?" he asked as he squeezed my hands tighter but not enough to hurt.

"Ichabod, was that your mother?" I asked trying to calm him down.

"Yes," he said softly.

"Was she a witch?" I quietly asked as I started to gently rub my thumb on top of his hand.

"Yes," he said in a way that made it seem as if he didn't want to admit it to himself.

"Do you hate her?" I asked.

"No, I could never hate her, she was my mother," he said and squeezed my hands again.

"Then do you hate witches?" I asked and he shook his head. I motioned for him to stay quiet before I used my power to make a cup of water from the table float over to us. He looked at me with wide eyes but shakily accepted the glass of water.

"So when you told me the horseman is real, you weren't kidding?" he said and I shook my head.

"Ichabod, if you do not want to stay then everyone will understand but I promise that if you stay then I will help you. I went to the horseman's grave and saw that the grave has been disturbed and someone has the head. We just need to find out who took the skull and then we can stop all this," I said and smiled when he stopped squeezing my hands but he didn't let them go.

"May I have time to think about this?" he asked.

"Of course, but please what I just shared with you, do not tell anyone," I said softly and gave him another smile before leaving the room.

Everyone was downstairs talking about what they were going to do. Maybe an hour alter, Ichabod exited his room and said that he would face the horseman. Masbeth and I were the only ones who volunteered to help Ichabod. My uncle went to stop me but I ignored him. He had no power over me.

We left the house, got our horses, and entered the Western Woods. Masbeth told Ichabod what he knew that could help with the investigation. The woods became very quiet, which unnerved all of us and we hurried to go see the witch in the woods.

"Let me go first," I said, which I could tell surprised Ichabod and Masbeth. "Hello old friend," I called out softly.

"Amelia," the witch of the woods said in shock as she slowly stood from her chair and I saw Masbeth and Ichabod about to leave her home. "Why have you come?" she asked as she faced us with the veil over her face.

"My friends want to hear about the horseman," I told her and grabbed Ichabod's hand so he would not leave.

"I'll tell him," the witch said as she motioned for Ichabod.

"Of course, he will stay and listen while we go outside," I said and grabbed Masbeth's hand to lead him outside. I heard Ichabod telling me to not leave him, but he would be fine.

"Will he be ok in there?" Masbeth asked once we were outside.

"He will, but she works best when there is only one person in there," I told him as we went to stand by the horses.

Ichabod practically ran out of her home and he just said that we were leaving now. I already had the horses ready to go again and we all mounted them. We started heading towards the horseman's grave. I knew where we were going, but this was Masbeth and Ichabod's first time going down this trail.

"Did you know that was going to happen?" Ichabod asked me as we rode ahead of Masbeth.

"Yes, which is why I didn't tell you. I knew if I warned you then you wouldn't listen to her," I said and jumped when he reached over and grabbed my hand.

"Thank you, thank you for not telling me and also for coming. I know this will not be easy and it will be very dangerous but I appreciate you coming with me," he said and I felt my heart jump when he leaned forward and gently kissed my lips.

"You're welcome," I said softly before jumping when Masbeth coughed to interrupt us. I looked away from Ichabod and shivered at the sight ahead of us.