A short vendetta my grandma used to tell me about when she was a little girl.
It’s a cold, rainy night and our girl scout meeting has just ended. My friends and I were walking home and just wanted to hurry up and get into our warm houses.
“Let’s just cut through the cemetery. It is much faster than staying on the road.” I said.
“Oh Irene you know good and well that Mom said we were not supposed to cut through there anymore!” my sister Madeline said. She was always scared of everything.
“Oh Madeline you are such a wimp. It is quicker and I am ready to be home. It is so cold and my clothes are getting soaked.” our friend Mary said.
“Yeah Madeline. What’s going to happen in the cemetery anyway. Everyone there is dead and you don’t believe in ghosts do you. Just come on.” I said.
All three of the other girls chimed in and finally we talked Madeline into going through the cemetary. Walking along trying to keep the rain out of our eyes we all had our heads down a bit. We started talking about girl scouts and about how we wanted to spend our cookie money when we heard a sound.
“Oh no what is that?” frightened Madeline started freaking out.
“It was probably just a critter. Don’t worry so much.” I said.
So we continued walking when all of a sudden we heard a horse running nearby. All of us girls looked up and saw a man riding through the cemetary without a head. We had all heard the story of the headless horseman but we had never believed it was true.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH” screaming we all ran in different directions. We quickly got out of the cemetery and didn’t stop running until we got to Mary’s house which was the closest. We stood outside and calmed down knowing that if we ran inside all upset we would have to confess to walking where we weren’t supposed to be at. Looking up we saw Mary’s older brother wearing a rain coat with the hood up laughing really hard walking toward us from the direction of the stables.
“Why were you guys screaming and running through the cemetary?” He asked.
“What do you mean. We weren’t screaming.” Mary hated for her brother to know he got her.
“I was just riding through on the horse when I saw you guys and as soon as I came near then you started screaming and running. It was the funniest thing I have ever seen.”
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