"Do you want until Death separates you, to be faithful to Her for all days?"
The Headless Horseman. A story, a folk tale, a legend. Or is it?
Here in the quiet valley known as Crow Hollow, we know the truth. The Horseman is real and is a source of constant concern. Evil is an opportunist. It strikes only when the conditions are right. And this year the conditions have been perfect...
Heavy rains this summer have left the crops decimated and decaying. The only things that flourish in these conditions are the fungi. The king of fungi in this area is the Crow’s Claw. The Crow’s Claw is strange in the fact that not only does it spread by releasing spores into the air, but it also grows a root system. A root system that has been found to be a mile long at times.
It is in years like this that they arrive. The Harvesters. They collect the fungus by the thousands, depositing their rotting flesh at the mouth of the Horseman’s Tomb. The smell of death and decay permeates the air. Evil stirs, the air goes cold and the Horseman arises.
Now as you stand at the entrance of that very tomb, will you be able to enter? Will you make it out? Do you feel the cold breath of the earth keeping you from entering? Is that the night chill raising the hairs on your neck? Or is it the cold blade of the Horseman?