The road was desolate and the trees whispered as the wind softly slithered between the leaves. The moon cast shadows that left the road ahead to appear even further than before. We held hands for fear of losing sight of one another as the forest ahead began to hug tightly. And as our hearts began to beat rapidly... they were matched with the echos of a galloping steed. The sound ricocheted around us and we ran as though our lives depended on it. We ran like wolves in a fury of sweat and adrenaline until fear left us paralyzed by the sight ahead. A black stallion stood on its hind legs harboring a man as terrifying as death itself and in his hand held a glowing jack-o’-lantern... for the man.... was headless....
