The Headless Horseman

Fog hangs heavy, the road ahead is barely visible by the light of your lantern. You hear the thudding beat of hooves in the distance, perhaps a messenger on his task. An angry orange light ahead pierces the fog, and the heavy lantern drops away from your numb fingers as you stare in shock at the headless figure wrapped in a dark cloak astride a black steed. It's upheld hand gripping a jack-o'-lantern, it's blazing orange eyes fall upon you and you feel the light burrow into your soul. The last thing you hear is your name escaping the horseman as if being pulled from a wet grave. Michelle and Beth take you on a journey across the Atlantic and back for this figure from folklore and myth.