Sleepy Hollow

Sleepy Hollow

Headless Horseman!AmericaxReader (again, with my americaxreader binge!)


There have been many tellings of this tale by Washington Irving, but I'm sure you've never heard one quite like this.



"There is no way in hell I'm going down there." You growled at Elizaveta, rubbing your arms in an attempt to keep your hands warm. Currently, the two of you were standing in front of a barely used dirt road that had existed ever since (town name) was founded, one that even today's generation was never daring enough to go down. "It's a stupid legend (y/n)! The horseman isn't real! It's just a story meant to keep us from going out late on nights like tonight, right?" You whimpered in response, biting your lower lip in fear as she began to walk onto the moonlit path. Halloween night usually meant watching some good horror movies, dressing up in costumes, and going trick-r-treating with really good friends. But Elizaveta had to be stubborn, she just had to take that stupid dare from Gilbert. You couldn't ignore the cold feeling in the pit of your stomach, warning you of what was to come very soon.

You ran after your friend, dead leaves crunching under your shoes as you caught up with her and the flashlight that she held. After all, all you had to do was find his grave and bring proof next week at school. "This is crazy Elizaveta! There's no way we'll be able to find it! Can't this wait til tomorrow? When the sun is up?" You begged, yelping a bit as she then shined the flashlight under her chin (ever did that as a kid?).

"Once long ago, a young man was in love with a noble woman. However, they could not be together because she had been engaged to a wealthy french lord who planned on taking her with him back to his country. The young man was furious and killed another man, claiming that he wasn't there at the time. But the french lord found out the truth and he was executed by having his head cut from his body. They then buried the body under a tree at the end of Sleepy Hollow and it's said that on Halloween night, he rises from the grave as a headless horseman in search for his beloved that believed his claims of innocence. Or so the story goes." She grinned as she aimed the light on the ground, giggling a little as you shuddered.

"I wish you wouldn't do that."

"Oh stop being such a scaredy cat. It's just a story."
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The two girls walked on, unaware that he had been following them ever since they stepped foot on his territory. Through the dim light of moon he laid his eyes on her and his dead heart nearly leapt up in his throat for the joy that had left him so long ago; it was her, his beloved! She had finally returned for him! He felt as if he couldn't contain his excitement, bravely walking behind them as silently as he could. He smiled so big it could've rivaled a cheshire cat's, his lifeless blue eyes glowing with delight behind his grimy rectangular frames. He was so close, he reached out and gently held a lock of her soft (h/c) hair in his cold fingers, dropping it when she froze and turned around swiftly.

You froze, feeling something gently pull your hair back and run it through their fingers. You turned around quickly, only to find nothing but an empty path behind you. "(Y/n), is something wrong?" Elizaveta asked, tilting her head curiously as you shook your own. "No, everything's fine." You walked up to her, nodding slightly. "Let's keep going. The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can go home and eat." You mutter, shoving your hands into your jacket pockets. But you did glance over your shoulder on last time, spotting a black sillouete standing against the white moon behind you. You turn around fully and blinked rapidly, the sillouete gone again.

That was much too close for comfort. She had almost seen him. He had gotten a bit too daring, but it wasn't as if he intended to scare her. He closed his eyes, breathing in the chilly autumn air that was faintly laced with her sweet scent. So many dirty images plagued his innocent mind, filling him with an all too familiar desire. So he was just part of a story was he? "Well see about that." He snickered, holding up a carved jack-o-lantern.