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 7

Chapter 7

Back at the village, Fossil and two of the other villagers were out on guard duty. He sends the other two out in opposite directions as he rode forwards. In his home, Hamiliton Cork sat at a table in front of the fireplace, staring into the flames as he ate his supper. He then frowned as he felt his plate and cup shake under his hands, then gasped in shock as the flames grew to an enormous length. The front door then burst open as the headless horseman came storming in, his ever faithful axe in one dead hand and a sword in the other.

Hamiliton picked up a large piece of firewood, aiming it at the horseman, only for it to break too eaisly without doing any damage. He then grabbed a iron firepoker and used it as a sword, the sounds of metal clashing against each other filling the quiet of the room. Unfortunaly, the horseman was too quick and punched him in the face, knocking him into a wall before his head was cleaning chopped off.

Fossil heard the noises of smashing and clanging resounding across the silent village and rode to investigate it. He rode across the small, roofed bridge and saw the horseman walking out of Hamiliton’s home and onto his horse, a burlap sack stained red in his hand. Fossil cocked his rifle, aimed and fired, knocking the horseman off his horse and onto the cold ground. The black horse rode off without its owner, as Fossil got off his own beast, striding towards the fallen horseman.

To his surprise, the body stood up quickly and walked towards him. He kneels down and starts reloading his rifle in fright, spilling most the gunpowder as the horseman walks past, and decides to use the weapon as a club, swinging it down to land hard on his enemy. The horseman somehow senses this and lifts his axe above his body, blocking the rifle as a sortof swordfight starts between them. The horseman smacks Fossil in the face, knocking him back and walks forward towards the small bridge.

Fossil gets madder and madder, taking a small hunting knife from his boot and throws it at the horseman, stabbing him in the back. The horseman turns around and takes the knife from out his back, throwing it back so it stabs Fossil in the leg, blood pouring fast down from the wound. The sounds of hoofbeats behind him causes Fossil to look behind him, seeing Howard stopping and getting of his own horse.

He then turns and see a hayfeeder sticking on the side of a small farmhouse, two sickles sticking out of the hay. He grabs them in both his hands, only for Howard to grab his shoulders “Stop, he’s not after you. This is not your fight” He said, trying to talk some sense into the older man.

Fossil just ignored him and marched forwards, the horseman also turning to block the sickle strieks with his own axe and sword. Howard found a third sickle and decided to join in the fight, trying to stirke but also getting blocked. Finally one of his stirkes worked and the long handled sickle stuck in the horseman’s back “Come on, we can’t win this fight” Howard said, grbbing Fossil’s arm and making him run with him.

They both made it to the other side of the roofed bridge, panting for breath as they heard heavy footsteps on the wood behind them. They turned round to see the horseman wasn’t behind them, instead it came as a shock as the horseman jumped off the roof to behind them. It first stabbed Howard deep in the shoulder with the sword, making him fall to the floor in pain as he watched Fossil put up a good fight, until the horseman finally cut the body in half. Both ends fell into a bloody mass on the gorund, causing Howard to shiver in fright before fainting deeply.
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Back in the mansion, Howard was being treated by Doctor Ferry, with Victoria watching close by “This is amazing, This wound should have killed him, but there’s hardly a drop of blood lost…” The two jumped back in fright as Howard woke from in deep slumber, gasping in pain as he settled back down “You must rest now, you have the fever” Bryan explained, trying to soothe Howard back to sleep.

Downsyairs, Vince was busy preparing ingredients to make a potion for Howard’s pain. He stirred the stuff in a large pot above the kitchen fire, muttering spell words as he added more powder and herbs. When it was ready, he poured in into a large glass and took it upstairs to Howard’s room. He gasp mentally at the sight of Howard’s pain, but composed himself long enough to walk over to the bed and knelt next to his friend “Vince…I tried to stop him, but…”

“Shhh, you better drink this down, it’ll help make you sleep” He said, handing over the glass, but Howard ignored him “The horseman wasn’t gonna kill me or Fossil, he does not kill at random. His victims are choosen by someone, someone who knew where to dig and took his skull”

“These are just silly ravings from your fever” Victoria said, looking slighty nervous as did the doctor. Vince just ignored his mother and concentrated on getting Howard better “Listen, just drink this down, it’ll make you sleep” Howard accepted Vince’s help to drink the potion and landed into a deep sleep, his past coming back to haunt him…

The white church room became much clearer in his memory. The red door at the end opening to reveal his father walking out, his face set grim as he walked past young Howard, not seeing him hiding in the pews. He waited until his father had left, then walked through the red door. Inside where many different torture devices, most with vicious looking spikes sticking on them.

He walked past a chair made mostly from spikes and see an iron maiden in front of him. Eyes stared out at him from the silt in the face, making him jump back in fright and banging his palms against the spikes on the chair, blood splurting out from the small wounds on his palms. He then watched in horror as the iron maiden opened, revealing a wave of blood and his mother, pale and staring with opened eyes, many bloody and tiny holes covering her body…

Howard woke up in a state of fright, sitting up into Vince’s arms who was sitting right next to him. He panted quickly to calm himself as Vince rubbed his hands up and down his back “It’s alright, you were dreaming”

“Yes, things I thought I forgot and I don’t want to remember” He looked down at his palms to sees the small wounds were bleeding.

“Tell me what you dreamt about” Vince asked, his voice full of concern.

“My mother was innocent, a child of nature, a witch. She was murdered by my father, to save her soul. He was a bible loving tyrant, behind a mask of rightousness. I was seven when I lost my faith” Howard explained, tears gathering in his eyes.

“What do you believe in now?” Vince asked, tears gathering in his own eyes.

“Reason, cause and consequence. I shouldn’t have come to this place, my rational thinking has been taken over by spiritual thinking” Howard replied, staring at an interesting bit of the wall.

“Was there anything in this village that won’t make you stay?” Vince asked, quite hopeful.

“No, nothing at all. Except maybe a kiss from a lovely young man with his spiritual thnking” Vince smiled at this “Yes, without any sense or reason”

They gazed into each others eyes for what seemed like an enternity, until Howard broke contact first “I’m sorry, I speak of kisses from you and you’ve just lost your Fossil”

Vince looked down dejected, speaking with a quiet voice “I’ve cried for Fossil, but my heart isn’t broken. Do you think me wrong because of that?”

“No, but perhaps there is a bit of witch in you” Howard answered truthfully.

“Why do you think that?” Vince asked, curious.

“Because you’ve bewitched me” Howard answered, smiling at the bright grin on Vince’s face. They held each other close once more before Howard went back to sleep, safe in the knowledge Vince was there for him.