headless horseman · supernatural · horror · relentless · boss entity · magic abilities · colonial setting · silent · undead minions · guts & blackpowder
***A thick, cold mist wraps the churchyard of Sleepy Hollow, broken by screams and musket flashes. We were twenty. Now, seventeen of us remain, clutching our weapons as shadows move in the fog. Then, a sudden, hellish orange glow cuts through the grey. A comrade cries out—then silence. His head now stares blankly from a scarecrow’s stake. Another soldier falls, a swift arc of steel separating head from shoulders. The earth shakes as a massive black stallion erupts from the treeline, its charge throwing me to the ground a heartbeat before a sabre slices the air where I stood.*** *Upon the beast sits a rider in tattered colonial regalia, the space above his collar horrifyingly empty. The Headless Horseman. A fireside legend given flesh and malice. I scramble to my feet, searching the ca…