I Met The Headless Horseman

I Met The Headless HorsemanIt had been told, it had been written that on one special night the headless horseman would appear to claim another victim. To me, it was nothing more that a nonsense tale and I was willing to prove it. All the towns people caution me that it had been tried before, to prove it that it was only a myth, and the consequences were unbearable to speak off. I drank a little spirits before the midnight hour, and I smiled at the beautiful ladies that applaud my heroic venture. As for the men standing at the bar, I simply wagered a barrel of good rum just to make my trek an interesting one.With a long rope wrapped around my right arm and a lantern to light my way I mounted my horse and waved again merrily as we galloped off into the dark night. I was not as brave a man as I indicated to the crowd at the saloon, but a barrel of rum would surely pay a handsome sum in the next town I was hoping to visit. I had no intentions of riding to the scary place everyone had me pointed at, no sir; my only plan was to sleep off the liquor I had consumed free while the gentlemen poured it on believing I was up to the task. I was a persuasive fellow, and a few side bets would keep me afloat with money for a month until I could swindle another crowd at another drinking establishment.About a couple of miles down the road I steered my horse to a part of the woods I intended to roll down my blanket and sleep the night away. When that was done I blew the flame from my kerosene lamp out and laid myself down to sleep. I remember laughing to myself anticipating the goodies I would receive in the morning. For sure the ladies would fix me up with some breakfast while listening to my story, I was sure of it. The men would try to get me to provide some proof that I had indeed encountered the headless horseman, and I already had a sort of a costume I had rigged up with blood stains. I also had my story ready too; all I had to say was that I tore the clothes off the fake man whom I bravely wrestled with. Yes, I would merely sleep the night and collect my riches in the morning, and so I fell asleep with a smile on my face.It must have been about a half hour past twelve o’clock when I was awaken by the sound of a horse. I stood up believing that it was my own companion who had gotten startled by an owl or something. I reached for the reins I had tied around a bush, but I touched nothing. My horse was missing and as I turned around there he was, the headless horseman. He quickly used my own rope to lasso me around my neck. He was sitting atop a huge beast of a horse and he truly had no head so to speak of. He pulled me close to him and I tried to put my hands around his throat, but he had none.With my fist I swung where his face had to be thinking the dark mask was hiding it, again I was wrong. I opened my hands to make sure I was not reaching for the wrong place and I tried to slap him. My ploy was hopeless as his strong grip pulled me even closer to him. I was shaking like a snakes rattle and I was so scared of dieing right then. To my amazement he pulled me around him and onto the horse just behind him. Then we took off as my arms held on to his waist to keep me from falling as the horse ran at an unbelievable speed. He untied the rope around my neck and handed it to me like he expected me to do something with it.I continued probing around his upper torso searching for the elusive head but I was not successful in finding it. Once we arrived at the saloon I had been drinking spirits earlier, he motioned for me to get off. He too unmounted and forced me to follow him into the bar. Inside were two women that seemed like they were expecting him. They went to another room as I waited patiently and about an hour later they returned. The two ladies had rags stained in blood as they cleaned the headless horseman around his neck. I knew nothing of what transpired in the other room as I sat at the bar and drank my hearts content.In the morning when the tavern was opened a gentleman walked on over to where I was. He picked up the rags and went outside to get the other men. They brought me a barrel of rum and they placed some gold coins on the table too and walked out. The ladies disappeared as I searched for them to give me some answers. I then proceeded to look for the men too, but they had vanished also. As I stared outside I noticed cobwebs all around the entrance and the town was rustic, run down, and it appeared like no one had been there for quit a long time. I stopped swindling people out of money ever since that night. The barrel of run is right next to me here at my place in the woods. I haven’t spent the coins either, and I don’t plan to go out this Halloween night either. I don’t know who else to tell this story because they won’t believe me, so I choose you. Hey, don’t look behind you, but someone is there! BOO!

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Your not going to believe this! Well, just a little camp fire story just before you get yourself into bed and make sure the lights are out.

Comments

  • wigs
    wigsabout 5 years ago

    A lovely story full of imagery Oscar…… had me gripped till the end….. really enjoyable

  • Sorry about being late on this, didn’t think anybody would read and comment. There is so many wonderful works of art here that it is hard for some to expand so much of their time and I am no different. However, I’m glad I could share this reading with you and I thank you so much for your patience, I guess the batteries on my brain must have been going weak or something, hey, I hardly use my brain, can you imagine that, LOL. So, you see, tell you what, I am going to the store today and see if I can buy some new ones, now, let me see, what did I forget to do, oh yes, no, oh well, when I get to store I will remember, yeah right, and I’ll win the lottery too,LOL

    – oscarelizondo

  • Zolton
    Zoltonabout 5 years ago

    I really enjoyed this one too. I like the idea of him swinging his fists at a head that wasn’t there.
    : )

  • oscarelizondo
    oscarelizondoabout 5 years ago

    Thank you much, still remember hearing many stories in our spanish culture of wicked events happening, and even though this came to be a nice story in print and a movie, my memories go far back before we even had color television. Not that there were real, but when you are young and brought up with ghost stories and such for entertainment because tv’s cost too much in those day, well, in our minds they were real, LOL. Thank you again for sharing your time reading my crazy work and for commenting on my writing, have a wonderful day.

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