Imagine running through a dark forest in the middle of the night. The wind is cold and biting for this time of year, and stings as it rushes past your face. Something is chasing you, but you dare not look back for fear that it will be much closer than you expected.

Headless Horseman

You concentrate on moving your feet, and avoiding tree branches, but forget for a moment that tree roots are more of a threat. A gnarled root catches your food and sends you crashing into the ground. You loose precious seconds as you scramble back to your feet and begin to run again. The light of the moon is dim, and hardly illuminating the path in front of you. You pray that you don’t run into a tree, because that would most certainly mean your end.

Behind you, the sound of a massive creature huffing and snorting grows louder. It’s hoofs are digging into the half-frozen ground with ease, and jetting it forward at a pace faster than your own. It will only be a matter of time now until it catches up to you, until it has you. But the horse is not what you fear, oh no, it’s the rider. A man, large and vengeful who seems to have come from the very center of the earth. From hell itself. He knows exactly where you are, and expertly steers his horse around trees and over roots despite not having a head.

A head is what he is after…. the head currently sitting on your shoulders.

You chance a look behind you and see that he is there, his shoulders are turned and he is reaching for something. In that dim light of the moon you see the glint of metal; of sharpened, bloodstained steel. He swings the blade towards you, and you resign your life to The Headless Horseman.

Trying dressing as something fearsome this Halloween.

May we reconvene under the blood red moon,
-Black Widow