Headless Horseman attacks brainless victims

  The headless horseman is an old folks tale that is said to have originated over 2 centuries ago in Glen Cainnir, Scotland. Rumors have it that the Headless Horseman is the ghost of a man named Ewen who had been decapitated by canon fire in the Revolutionary War. Has Ewen come back to terrorize the innocent? More importantly, what brought him to a place like Streator?

A Streator resident would have an all around traumatic interaction with none other than one of the oldest fairytales to date, the Headless Horseman, in fitting preparation for Halloween. Our witness states she would like to remain anonymous, but wants to spread awareness. She recounts that the event happened on the night of October 1st.

“I remember being excited that the leaves were actually changing color on time this year, I was trying to embrace the cold breeze and the rustle of the trees when I heard a noise that almost sounded like a horses hooves.” She was intrigued and decided to follow the noise. After a few minutes of holding her breath to hear better, she pinpointed the general direction and set off. After walking a few blocks, she found the source. “I heard it coming from a dead end.” And her curiousity would soon be the base of her regret. As she turned the corner she was met with a figure in a tall dark suit, on a tall dark horse.

“I was frozen to be honest. That horse was like nothing I’ve ever seen. It was like it had no fur, it was just.. an abyss. Eventually I gained the courage to look up and see a man in a black suit, with a pumpkin on his head.” This interaction would soon leave scars, metaphorically and literally. The witness would recall his head turning and his eyes meeting hers, and described it as “hell and bad intention, that wasn’t a candle flame behind his eyes.” Soon he would rear his horse and takeoff at full speed, and with every hoof hitting the pavement, she said her heart was leaping out of her chest.

“I thought I was a goner for sure. I found myself praying to every god I could.” But just as quickly as he arrived, he was gone. “As he was about to collide with me, he materialized into thin air, but not without damage.” She would go on to describe that his dematerialization was like “hundreds or thousands of microglass shards” cutting into her face and arms. Despite the horrific interaction, she’s trying to remain positive, “I took it for granted before, but these scars will remind me of how lucky I am to be alive.”

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