Leaves crunch and crackle
Beneath my frightened feet
As I run harder, faster
To the rhythm of my racing heartbeat.
Running from the headless horseman,
Something flies through the air. . . .
A pumpkin at my feet. . .
My horse was scared and ran away,
And now I stand alone
To face a certain death
Or an uncertain life. . .
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. . . . . .
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