The crackle of twig and the crunch of dried leaf.

The only sounds aside from the relentless howl of these midnight lake shore winds.

The sandy beach that separates the water from a lightly wooded area is completely dead by night but by day is as lively as Mr. Natural's imagination. This serves as good a place as any to introduce myself by pale moonlight.

My large hood hangs low enough to conceal my entire face with the help of the darkness. The black void deep within this large, druid-esque cloak is all you will ever come to know me as. I am absence. I am void. I am anti.

Mr. Natural, I am the Headless Horseman and I've come to impale your face. I want you to know how it feels to walk a day with my guise.



But don't worry. I'll tell you the same thing they all told me; "it's only temporary."

Those wounds will heal. That flesh will mend. Go, on your way now.

Hmmm. Intersting. Well while I appreciate your feeble attempts to scare me, ima need you to try just a little harder. It's ok though don't get upset! Just dust yourself off and try again

Overall was my attempt not one of comfort and reassurance? If you took it as something relating to a scare tactic, I am so sorry for you.

Let's chip away your rust and see if there's anything under it or if all that's left will be a gaping hole the size of Solenge's vaginal corridor.

Nigga are you ok? Ima need you to stop watching, that Paranormal shit ok?