"It was they said, the ghost of a Hessian trooper who during the Revolutionary War, had his head shot off by a cannonball. "They buried his body in the churchyard", said one old dane. "But they never found his head", added another."
"His ghost rides out in the gloom of the night to the old battlefield where he searches for his lost head. And then he thunders back along the roads as if on the wings of the wind, until he reaches the church bridge where he vanishes in a flash of fire and brimstone. He is known as The Headless Horseman of the Hollow."
"Heaven preserve us!", exclaimed Ichabod, who had a most fearful walk that evening. Imaging he saw the ghostly form of a headless horseman in every shadow that crossed his path."
Listening to: Grandmaster Flash