Boosht Hollow

After a series of murders have been carried out at the small village of Sleepy Hollow, constable Howard Crane has been called out to investigate them. Can he slove the mystery with his new friend Naboo and his new love interest, the mysterious Vince Van Tassel?

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Sleepy Hollow, England, 1799.

In the gnarled forest outside the village borders, a tall, bald headed man with milky eyes and wearing strange robes was riding horseback. He was holding a laturn on a long pole ahead of him and was clearly terrified. He turns his head when he hears thunderous hoofbeats behind him and spurs his horse on further and faster, which made him turn his laturn too quickly and smashes into a tree.

The jammed up pole slams into him and knocks him off his horse, the beast running off without him. He gets up quickly, tries to run and trips and falls again, looking behind him. Deeper in the forest, the hoofbeats were getting louder and he catches a quick glimpse of a huge black horse, before it disappears once again. The tall man clambers to his feet and races through the thorny bushes, the jagged branches tearing cuts into his face and hands.

He soon brusts from the briar patch and tumbles slightly down a trail, still running for his life. In the forest behind, the huge horse’s hoofbeats were getting much louder, much closer. A spur digs into the side of the great beast, making it go faster, the rider drawing out a long sword, the cold unforgiving blade ringing in the night.

The tall man was still running, but much slower, his breath and energy leaving his body. Behind him, the shrill whistle of a swinging sword is heard as the dark rider rides past the tall man. He is still running when his head lolls back ay an impossible angle, before finally falling off slowly off his shoulders and thudded to the ground, his headless body falling soon after.
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London, England.

The empty cobbled streets were cold, bare and damp from the latest rain with crooked buildings surrounding the grey and dreary scene, a bell ringing rapidly in the distance. Two constables, Rudi and Spider were rushing around a corner, their laturns held high, giving the street an almost spooky glow before they rush down an alleyway.

They soon come to the Thames river, the bell ringing louder as they get closer to the bridge. They start searching for someone or something, but nothing turned up, only the quiet and the thin fog that was now settling “Is anoyone there?” Asks constable Rudi, hefting his pistol up high as he peers into the mist, jumping as he hears “Yes, over here, quick” coming from the rivers edge.

They both rush over to the edge and down a small hill, where another constable was standing with his back to them. He’s waist deep in the cold waters and throws away his alarm beel, knowing back up is near “I need your help with this, help me up with it”

Spider stays up on the bridge, as Rudi moves forward wary to the othe constable, who is grunting while he lifts something up. A spark of recognition enters Rudi’s mind “Constable Crane? Howard Crane, is that you?” He asks, watching as the man turns around to reveal a quite youngish and handsome man, with small brown eyes, wispy brown hair and a small brown moustace under his nose.

He keeps grunting as he drags what looks to be a heavy, bloated male corpse from the murky waters “Yes, it’s me. But not only me, I found someone here who appears to be quite dead”
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In the Jail, the chief constable Lester Corncrake lifts a blanket off the corpse on a wheelbarrow bought in by Spider, as a snobby magistrate called Saboo, Howard and Rudi looks on at the chief’s decision. After a couple of deep thinking, Lester places the blanket back down and looks Spider in the eyes with upmost seriousness “Burn the bugger, that’s what I think”

“Yes, sir” Rudi replies as Spider wheels the body out. Howard looks on dismayed and disappointed at the decision “Wait, what if it was possible he was murdered?”

“He probably drowned, he was probably drunk and fell in the river, anyone can see that” Lester argued, trying to make his point clear, but it wasn’t working with Howard “There are other ways to tell how he died, like with the water in his lungs could be found using surgical ways” But his protests fell on deaf ears as his boss went through into the watch-house. Spider wheels the body past many ‘bokoking in’ tables and watches as the jailer, Kirk goes to unlock a large door.

“The corpse will be burnt because of health and safty” Lester tried explaining to Howard, still not working.

“But I could see if he was dead before he fell in the Thames” Howard tried to reason.

“Must we hear this ridiculous theroies again?” Lester yelled, Saboo agreeing with him, earning him a look.

“There is nothing ridiculous about it sir, there are different and more effective ways to slove crime now–” Howard was cut off as the large door opened, the six of them walking down towards a two-tiered prison, alives with the sounds of moans, groans and cries of insanity. The cells are full with men teid with chains, their bodies thin and ragged, wild looks in their eyes of madeness. Some free ones are againest the bars, watching them walk past.

“Our first prison is alright against fire and some violence, but if we could to more to ensure justice, then criminals would have something more to fear from the police” Howard said.

“Shouldn’t they fear us now?” Spider asked, curious what way Howard was going.

“Well just look aorund you, not excatly much room here or in the courts” Howard indicated to the full cells.

“That’s just means we’re doing a good job then” Rudi said, looking over at his boss for conformation, who just nodded sagely.

“And just how many innocents are in here? How many victims are buried while their true murders run free?” Howard shouted, trying to drive his point into the thicks skulls of his workmates.

Lester sits behind a desk, while other guards are waiting to process beaten and bloody prisoners “A few if any, to be truthful”

“And how you’ve pried cofessions from those poor innocents, quite literally is awful” Howard kept grinding his point in.

“For you who calls yourself a Federealist, you’ve turned into quite a liberalist” Saboo said, coolly.

“No, not a liberalist, a equalist. Equal rights for everyone” Howard gave saboo a ahteful glare before the magistrate began whispering in the chief constable’s ear. Rudi and Spider wheel the corpse to another room, as Saboo finshes, a slight smile on Lester’s face “There is a farming community, ten days journey north from London in the highlands of the peak district. It is named Sleepy Hollow and within a fortnight, three people have been murdered there, each with their head lopped cleanly off. The elders of the Hollow have sent letters to me requesting assistance, and I have chosen you”

“Chosen me, sir? Why?” Howard asks, suspious.

“Well, your ‘methods’ have had no application and so you can take your experiments to Sleepy Hollow and catch the murderer who has tainted the place, then bring him here to face our good justice. Will you do this for me?” Lester begged.

“Alright, I’ll do it” Howard said, swallowing down any doubt he had about the job. He bows and moves away, going towards the room Rudi and Spider took the body. He watches with bitter regret in the darkness as the corpse burns in an incinerater, the flesh sizzling off the bones. Rudi pumps a bellow which fans the flames to burn the body faster, the smell overpowering and rancid as the bones slowly turn to dust.