The ghost Headless Horseman;

Now that's something to be afraid of. great art!

In the ghastly misty the cracking of twigs and the crunching of gravel echoed through the stalkings before slowly revealing the grand finale as my heart raced to breathe in that cold mist that numb my throat, laying on the ground feeling the rocks and dead wilted twigs dig at my flesh my eyes darted to a tower black hooded man beholding a long sharp steel blade meant to be elegant and efficient at cleaving, the ringing blared my ears too deaf as only the sounding approach broke through getting dreadfully near as "The Death in Black" prepared to reap what he'd show raising a blade high before clashing through nothing until I felt my throat sting as a river of crimson magnificence gushes onto the hungry soil that drenches themselves in glee the trees mocking in silence.