Sleepy Hollow Myths

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The Legend of The Sleepy Hollow It was the break of dawn. The fog still covered the town of Sleepy Hollow. The caws of the crowd echoed through the air. It was creepy and quiet, the air felt like the world was standing still. Some people say that I’m evil but I, the Galloping Hessian, am misunderstood. I don’t ride around on my horse Death at night to take people's heads, I ride around looking for a women I once loved. They say I’m out for revenge but, sometimes violence is not the answer. People fear they’re next. You hear the footsteps of my ghostly horse galloping through the night. When day comes I disappear along with the most; not showing my presence but watching and making sure that Katrina is happy. One day I was speeding through Sleepy Hollow when someone noticed my dashing black figure coming...The guards’ line up, stories are told that gold wounds me, and on the order of Brow Bones they start to fire. …show more content…

So I and the rest of the troops fired our gold bullets.
“He’s going right through them.” I shouted but Brom didn’t care.
He and the Hessian grew up together, but because Katrina loved the Hessian more Brom started plotting. The Galloping Hessian ran through with such amazing speed, chills ran down my spine as I know that I’m next. I felt the air go through me, but when I opened my eyes I was still standing unlike the rest of them.

Back to the Hessians point of view

As the troops are shooting at me with the gold bullets, I’m going right through them. I ran through or jumped over everyone except this one troop. I don’t know what it was with him, but he knocked me off my horse making me roll and do backflips as I pooped away. This dude was skinny and tall, so I don’t know why I couldn’t go through him so easily.

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