"Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette; Ring me a ball in the glittering spot That shines on his breast like an amulet!..."

He says with a hum. He was telling a peom. His steed wandering with him as he waited for victims. Victims to take heads off. Oh, he could wait. Part of his story. He chuckles and continues to mumble the poem. But something caught his eye. A mansion. How strange. The headless man just stared at it for few moments. Before riding to the door and knocks the door. Maybe there were people in there, that he could kill.

The night was cold, the skies were clear like the sea. But one man was going to get a strange visit. It all starts with a fog starting to cover the city. A ghost was in town. The echoed laughter that had a bit anger in it. Entered the building with a strong kick on the door. He slammed it open. His pumpkin wasn't there. So he only thing that could be heard of him was angry gargle and growls. He makes a big one as he starts to search. Not going to mind if someone sees him....

He just wants his head back.

It was almost time! At was nearly midnight. One hour to go. Oh how fun it will be to cut of people's heads! It was always fun, and sometimes even more fun if you have met the person before. He chuckles at the thought and shouts into the forest as his horse bucks up. His voice echoing through the forest he has lived for centuries.

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

Then maniacal laughter followed as he swirled his sword, making a fog form in the forest. Anyone would get lost once you step into the fog.