Headless Horseman Alternate Ending

After a long, dangerous trip across the country, the Lurch family’s small wooden wagon finally arrived in a small ramshackle town known as Butcher Creek. The head of the family, Markus, walked into the town’s realtor’s office, to find a small, greyish man sitting behind a large wooden desk, with his head leaning limply to the side. Worried that the ancient man might have died, Markus shook his shoulder, only to be greeted with a terrified wail and shouts about monsters from the realtor, Mr. Haerm.

And with that I hung up and turned my music back up. It was going to be a long ride, at least eight hours. Leaning over my steering wheel I looked up at the sky and found clouds forming. I hoped the snow wasn’t enough to greatly impact my driving. I had passed out of the town and into the next and the next town after that. Eventually I reached a town somewhat in the middle of Illinois. The town was called Mattoon. It wasn’t the most welcoming town I’ve seen. There were a lot of worn down buildings that looked like they had been burned to their last wooden plank. I had been driving for almost three hours, and my stomach was screaming at me to feed it. I decided to stop at the nearest gas station. As I pulled in even the store looked like someone had beaten it with a bat on every wall. The glass windows seemed to appear shattered as several spider legged cracks webbed across the surface making the inside look dark and horrendous. As I hesitantly opened the door that created a creaking noise that sounded like muffled screaming that you would hear while in the middle of abandoned woods where every tree would mold a different unnerving face at you, surrounding you with the sound of its bark screeching at you. The inside was worse than the outside. Every shelf was varnished with dust. The dissatisfying smell of mold and liquor created a feeling of sick eruption in my stomach. Nothing in the gas station looked pleasing to my appetite whatsoever. I never took the time to realize I was the only one standing in the odious gas station. I was the only one in here, but I could sense an eerie presence. I hectically moved to the door trying to get out of the building causing me to choke on the unpleasant smell. Before my hand could reach the handle I felt an excruciating pain spread across the nerves of my skull. And with that my heavy eyelids shut abruptly and I feel to my knees. I woke up in a

We begin on a dark night with wind whistling and crows cawing. It was fall of 2003, Mike and Erin were biking together. Suddenly they see a shadow in the distance and turned their bikes into a scare. Their Spines chilled and faces froze with fright. They fell down the hill that no one ever dares even lay eyes on. Stories told that there was a woman who died from wood chopping a tree that fell on her. Some people say you could even see her ghost. “Mmmm-ike? Are you ok?” Erin mumbled. Mike groaned in much pain. As Erin weakly stood up, He saw something hovering above Mike. “Mike I need you to listen to me” Erin exclaimed. “Don't move” Mike turned around and gasped! Above him was a stick tied to a tree. “Erin, are you messing with me?” Mike complained.

A short loud bang echoed through my ears and clumps of mud sprinkled on my pale skin like a cold shower. Edrenalin spreaded through my body faster than I could get up on my feet and look straight. The world was on mute, only a loud ringing whistle existed and it wasn't going away anytime soon. The high pitch sound was dampening and for some reason i was hoping to hear a familiar voice or sound that was of somewhat pleasing like my mother. But something more familiar started to come into reality, screaming. People were darting by me, like a sudden flash. I looked over to what they were doing, where they were going. And sure enough they were going over to the screams. A man who looked older than me was half submerged in mud and blood. He was

Charlie,Lawson,Ron,and I are walking down the street the sun is starting to fade away.We walk up on this creepy house. We try to look in the windows but, there are vines and cobwebs every where there are even vines going up the house.Charley and Lawson are arguing about whether we should go inside or not,so we take a vote on it Ron,Lawson and I want to go in but, Charlie doesn't so we tell her to stay outside with the bats she runs up behind me and tells me to protect her. We open the door it creaks loudly.We walk in and the door slams with a loud “THUD”.There is so much dust Charlie and I start to sneezing.Everything was covered with white sheets.We start to walk forward every step we take is followed by a loud creaking noise.

I could hear mom yelling my name from a distance, a sad worried tone of voice. Throwing my door open to run to mom not knowing what’s going on. I was quickly stopped by a bright light hitting my face. Making me close my eyes for a second or two. I saw the kitchen in a great ball of fire. Flames spreading from the laundry room all the way to refrigerator made it seem like the rest of the trailer was gone. I quickly shut the door to the room, stunned by what I had seen but still having the courage to keep it together and wake up my sister Liz. The odor of burning wood and the air getting thicker makes It hard to breathe but we both made it to the front door. We aren’t able to open it because it had one of those public restroom looking locks tree feet above the door

we lived in a small deserted town with a population of seven hundred and sixteen. it was made of three blocks that use to boom with depressing, vacant tenants with no purpose in life but to figure out why they were present in this tundra-like hell. everyone fucking sad but simple. at this time every year, a wicked snowstorm

I would stay alert all night sometimes. Every gust of wind or howl of our neighborhood dogs would send shivers through my spine. Throughout the nights I could hear whispers. I could never make out words except for this night. (I was half asleep when) I heard it say “Let me out” I opened my eyes and I was in front of the basement door. BANG. “LET ME OUT!” I got up and ran to my room locking the door behind me. I was breathing heavy by the time I got to my room. Looking at my hands, I realized they were covered in salt. There had been salt surrounding the door to the basement.(I had never realized that there was salt that surrounded the door.)After that The month slowly passed by without even a sound from her. People prepared for upcoming Halloween. Pumpkins were carved and set out in the front of people’s houses as people prepared for this week, Halloween. A loud bang i heard chains fall against the stairs along with soft foot steps ( I brought a flashlight to talk to her then her I could see her cold black eye through the

It’s been hours. On the other side of the road there is a dead buffalo carcass smelling up all of the surroundings. You can smell the rotten smell miles away. Then all of a sudden everyone starts running to their cars. There's a BEAR we were screaming.

I tried to remember what had happened but I just couldn't wrap my head around it. I struggled to my feet and i looked around and saw nothing but black walls and a door. I walked up to the door and tried to open it and it shocked me. There was nothing around me to try to hold to get the door open. So i stood there wondering if I should try again and I did. This time it actually worked it didn't shock me it just. I walked outside and and saw children running around playing. As i stood there the people around me stood there like nothing happened like there wasn't a women standing there like nothing was wrong. I stood there for a couple seconds thinking what led me into this place. As i stood there all the little kids went past me and they were all playing like i was invisible. The weird thing is that all the kids looked like katherine. I thought that was very strange. So i started down the street and all the homes looked the same,cars,clothes,and the way people lived each child had there own home. But the weird thing is that when the children came out of there homes they would carry bottles with them. Finally I got to this little shop called “Little womens

It was after the recital which id been waiting outside of since the start. It was dark, so dark I couldn't see the whisky bottle i had been drinking from. Finally, after waiting for a long while kids started to exit the school. I think i must of been pretty drunk because the youngest Finch child looked like a ham. When the kids got on their way I began to follow them. I don’t know how but i guess they heard me and stopped. Lucky for me it was dark enough that they couldn’t see me. They stopped again, but this time they screamed something. Maybe they saw someone they knew but i just ignored it. The third time they stopped i went for it. I snatched them up and mashed and squished at the ham shaped child. Then the boy came a shoved her out of my arms. I chuckled at the boy. He was so small and scrawny, it was hysterical that he thought he could fight me. I let him struggle for a little and then i pushed him to the ground. His elbow hit the concrete and made a loud crack. After that a strange man came out of nowhere. Ha came at me with a knife of some sort and before i could fight back i was up against the tree and everything went

I just ran. Before I knew it, I was out of the trailer and walking back down the trail. That’s when the real fear set in, it’s strange how you feel so open and exposed walking on a trail. The trailer was sitting there it looked almost evil. I turned a corner and it disappeared out of sight. But the feeling of being followed remained. The trail was almost a trench carved in along a steep hill one side it sloped down and you could see a small pond. I began to visualize what could've happened. The different ways it could’ve ended. I wanted to go back and see if someone was really there, but I knew that would be a waste of time. I summed it up in my head as the wind pushing the door open. I still constantly turned back, looking over my shoulder to see if there was some truth to what I thought, if something was actually following me. It was a windy day out and as the wind the blew the trees would creak and crack. Branches fell off and slammed on the ground crashing down and taking other branches with it. The sound was amplified through the quiet and almost sleeping woods. It was strange, there were no animals, no squirrels or chipmunks. The woods were dead. I was still looking over my shoulder every now and again, still startled by what I had experienced. The walk took way longer than it should’ve. It felt like the seconds were minutes and no matter how fast I walked I couldn't keep up with the pace in my mind.

On one creepy night there was a group of restless friends driving to an old friend’s house for a party.So they started driving their but all of the sudden it started getting windy,and thunder storming,so the group of the restless friends started to get frightened,and then out of the blue the car broke down.So they started walking and what they thought was their friends house was an old abandoned western town.So they thought since it’s starting to get dark they will just stay there for the night,but that was a bad idea.Somebody was there,not living but something different,like a demon.So the group of friends started to walk through the old town and started to hear little kids screaming like they're trapped,and can’t get out so they just tried to ignored them.

The time was 8:34 p.m. on a warm night Halloween night. The strong winds swayed the trees back and forth violently and the moon wasn’t out. It was clearly not typical to have this kind of weather in Maycomb this time of year. You can hear the animals make their noises as they prepare for nightfall. Scout and I were heading back home from the pageant at the high school. We walked through the bushes and trees until Scout stops us. She said that she had left her shoes and I told her to get them tomorrow. As we continued on our journey home, I had heard something in the woods. I wasn’t quite sure what it was exactly at first but I assumed it was Cecil since he was the one to try to scare us earlier that night. We continued to walk home. Suddenly,

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be