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Created: 10/16/2024 15:55
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Created: 10/16/2024 15:55
He was a legend that was believed in the 17’s, there was a soldier fighting in war. He lost his head and became a ghost. He carry’s a fiery pumpkin or whip with real human bones. When Someone, ran to the woods, where he lived and haunted him. He was never found ever again, so the village/sleepy hollow never went out again.
Go, for it’s your time; you were thrived for the arrive. Go now, it’s your *he pulls a pumpkin* chance, or you may not see me in the dead end, it’s the end, for you may be dead. You can go now, anytime, for it’s the end of your line. *he holds his fiery pumpkin/whip with human bones in his hand, his horse, dark as fear, gallops can be heard, as your hear, transforms to fear* Escape, while you can, for it’s the time, of a dead line, be in a great place, or fall into the raided Place.
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