Here is my entry.
The Curse Breaks
Yvette C’Near knew the night would not be quiet, not after what she had experienced with her client. She had been hired by her client to research and discover their family line. The client had left an hour ago, after a two hour visit, and she was just about to get ready for bed when the knock came on her door at the boarding house.
She opened the door to find the sheriff and deputy facing her. The sheriff had a grim look on his face, as if he was going to deliver bad news, while the deputy looked enraged. The sheriff nodded, and said, “Miss C’Near, I’m sorry we have to call on you at this hour, but it’s a bit urgent, and a bit tragic. Mind if we come in?”
She motioned for them to enter, and as they did, she figured she knew why they were there. She just had to keep quiet about what she experienced. “Please do.” Once they were in, and she closed the door, she asked, “What’s going on? I know I don’t have many connections in town, other than the person who hired me to research their family, and Liam. Has something happened to one of them?”
She was almost taken aback when the deputy almost lunged forward, but kept himself to just jabbing his finger into the middle of her chest. “As if you didn’t already know. Liam Van Brunt is dead, and we know you did it.”
Before she could even say anything, the sheriff put his hand up, and pushed the deputy back. “Excuse him, he’s been believing the story his sister, Catherine, has been spreading, claiming you are a descendant of Ichabod Crane. We know that can’t be true, since the story is he died at the hands of the Headless Horseman.” She noticed that the sheriff was giving the deputy a pointed look as he said, “If you believe the legend.”
She nodded, crossing her arms in front of her, and said, “It is a crazy notion. I always thought that was just a story anyhow. It wasn’t until I came here that I started thinking otherwise. Does this mean the Headless Horseman is real as well?” She already knew the answer, but she knew she had to play dumb.
The sheriff nodded, and then shook his head. “Yes, and no. The truth is that no one has ever gotten proof one way or the other. Some people, however, believe he’s real given the fact that every member of Van Brunt’s family, ever since colonial days, has been killed. All apparently beheaded.” He then shrugged as he said, “Even the story can’t seem to confirm if Crane died, or if the Horseman was real.”
The deputy again stepped forward, but didn’t attempt to poke her again. “We know the truth now. You, and your family, have been killing them all off. You made up this story of researching someone’s family so you could worm your way into the last of the family, and kill them.”
She shook her head at that statement. “That is not possible at all. I just met him when I came here a few weeks ago. I grew up in New Orleans.” That was true, but not entirely true. She then said, “But what happened to Liam? Last I heard from him, he said he wasn’t going to get here by tonight, and he said he had something he wanted to ask me.”
The sheriff again pushed the deputy back, and said. “Basically, he fell victim to the curse his family has been under.” He sighed, and then pulled something out of his pocket. “Apparently, he had been run off the road back in the area that was the actual Sleepy Hollow. He was found outside his car, missing his head. This box was on the ground next to the body.”
After the sheriff said that, Yvette recalled what happened when the client was there. While they had been talking, she had seen the accident happen. A tractor trailer had pushed Liam’s car off the road. Once it had happened, the vehicle disappeared, to be replaced by a horse, and she saw Liam crawling out of the car. Then, a sword came down, cutting his head clean off his neck. She had seen all that while discussing her client’s family line being traced back all the way to Amiens, France.
She returned her mind to the present when the deputy stepped forward again, stopping the sheriff from doing more with what he had just pulled out. “Enough with the act, Miss C`Near. We know you were the one who did it. You and your whole damn family. You all wanted revenge because Ichabod was kept from marrying Katrina all that time ago.”
She scowled at the deputy, and noticed the sheriff was doing so as well. While she didn’t think it would help defend her innocence, she responded to the deputy’s outrageous statement. “I most certainly did not. Up to an hour ago, I was discussing the linage of Constance Van Ripper with her. She had sought me to find out her linage, since I have contacts in France. If you don’t believe that, you can call her yourself, or better yet, the sheriff can call her, since I have doubts you will, Deputy.”
While the deputy looked like he was about to shout back at her, the sheriff held up a hand and said, “I’ll do that. Deputy, don’t you dare say another word. You are already making a mess of this, and I hope, for both of you, that Constance clears this up.” He then put what he had in his hand back in his pocket, and pulled out his cell phone.
As the sheriff made the call, Yvette’s mind momentarily wandered to her satchel. While neither officer seemed inclined to check it out, she knew the contents would be a bit damning. One of them would either exonerate or damn her, but the other two would ensure that she would appear guilty of the crime she was being accused.
When the sheriff finally ended his call, Yvette saw him glare at the deputy. “Well, Mrs. Van Ripper confirmed your story. Given when the crime must have happened, you can’t be responsible for it. She confirmed she was here for a few hours, and left at about the time the crime happened. Sorry that one of us suspected you, Miss C’Near.” She watched as he put the phone back, and pulled out what she now realized was a ring box. “Given what this is, I honestly didn’t think you were the one who killed Liam.”
She took the box, opened it, and gasped. There was no doubt in her mind now what question Liam was going to ask. She also realized why the sheriff didn’t suspect her of Liam’s death. As she gazed at the diamond ring in the box, she only registered the two officer’s leaving, especially as she heard the sheriff say, “Maybe we should look into your sister more. She had been pursuing Liam prior to this, and maybe thought if she couldn’t have him, no one should, especially an out-of-towner. I remember not being too welcome here at first when I arrived.”
When the officer’s were gone, Yvette closed the ring box, and then placed it in the satchel she had. She had just a few things to settle up tomorrow, however it would be best if she left town tomorrow night. With everything that had happened, it would be too much heartache now to remain in town. She then got ready for bed, and went to sleep.
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The following day, many things happened. While Yvette C’Near settled up her tab, and collected her fee from Constance Van Ripper, the sheriff had spent the day searching for evidence for whomever killed Liam Van Brunt. The only thing he could find out was circumstantial, and given the family’s history, marked the case as unsolvable.
The deputy and his sister, whose family have been in town since the time of Ichobod Crane, were now under a cloud of suspicion. For all the years that the killings had happened, maybe their family had been responsible At the time, the Van Tussel family had been wealthy, and any man would have loved to have married Katrina. Their ancestor was also a viable suitor for Katrina.
Eventually, had people did some more searching, people would have learned the truth about the Van Brunt family, and the real curse of Sleepy Hollow. People knew that the Headless Horseman was the spirit of a Hessian soldier who lost his head to a cannon. What no one actually knew was that the Hessian soldier had actually been a turncoat, and had been supplying information to Washington’s army. More so, the head of the Van Brunt family had been paid by one of the redcoats to shoot the turncoat. Things had actually been good for them until Bram’s stunt to scare off Ichobod. After that, the family started being hunted by the Horseman.
For years, the Van Brunt family worked to make sure that the paid murder was never found out, as well as deter the Horseman from hunting them, and going after the Crane line if it still existed. They kept the legend alive in a way that made then not look like a part of it. Hints of the story of the Headless Horseman would appear in various forms of media over the years, especially once television shows became the norm. Episodes of shows like Scooby Doo, Kolchak, and the Real Ghostbusters were influenced to make Crane look like the target.
What they never realized was that the Headless Horseman never came after them if there wasn’t another generation ready to take their place. This little detail was found out by one person who learned of the family history, since it was linked to theirs. Their ancestor was Ichobod Crane, who fled the town after his run in with two Headless Horsemen. The first one had chased him to the edge of town, and after narrowly avoiding the attack, Ichobod fled the town. When he had looked back, he had seen the second one watching both him and the first.
Ichobod had eventually heard of the story being put into writing, and asked the writer to keep the fact that he survived out of it. From that day forth, the Crane bloodline literally lived in obscurity, never making a name for themselves. The only link they had, however, had been visions from time to time; dark visions of death. It wasn’t until the latest in the line figured out how the Headless Horseman’s curse work with the family bloodline that they figured what had to be done. They just didn’t know how things were going to turn out when they finally got the chance to go to Sleepy Hollow, since going there with their goal in mind would have looked very suspicious.
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Yvette C`Near now sat in her rental car, along side the road out of town. She was about to move when another vision had started. This one was different from the last. This time she wasn’t seeing a vision of murder, but it was disturbing none the less. This time she was seeing the very vehicle she was in. She was approaching it from behind.
Just moments before, she had pulled over to the side of the road to pick up her satchel. It had slipped off the passenger seat, but luckily none of the four times in it had fallen out. Having this vision now reminded her of how important those items were. Two had been important before she came to Sleepy Hollow. One became important in the past week. From her vision now, she knew the figure was approaching the vehicle, but she sensed no malevolence from it, at least no direct malevolence.
She waited as the vision moved closer to her. The movement, from what she could tell from the vision, was of a man dismounting a horse. She tried to remain calm as the figure neared the vehicle. She wasn’t going to lower the window, though. While she felt the entity wouldn’t attack her, not now, she didn’t want to make it easy for it. Once she saw her profile from the vision she spoke. “So you finally got him. I hope you are happy. From what I could tell, he was nothing like his ancestors.”
Out of instinct, she reached in her stachel, and pulled out two manila folders. One had Laim’s name on it, while the other had hers on it. “We are nothing like our ancestors. While my ancestor’s own nature allowed him to avoid your wrath, and keep us all safe from incurring it, it allowed me to figure out how you targeted Liam’s family.”
She turned her head, while reaching into the satchel, and pulling out the ring box. “If you had held off, maybe he could have righted that wrong in some other way. He would have figured it out. He was a decent man.” She was now staring up right were the head would be on the figure. She didn’t flinch as her anger fueled her bravery. “You didn’t have to keep taking the Van Brunt family’s lives.”
She then smiled at the figure, and pulled out the last item in the satchel. It was something she figured the specter couldn’t fathom, since it was an invention of the current age. She held up the pregnancy test, which was positive, and said, “The curse ends, Hessian. The last Van Brunt will remain out of your reach. You won’t strike me down, since the Crane’s have learned not to draw attention to ourselves, and if you did right now, you’d still end the line of Van Brunt. The terror you’ve caused ends with this generation.” With that last statement, she floored the gas pedal, and sped off.
The Headless Horseman was stunned for a moment, and then let out a sound of pure anger. Inwardly, it cursed not being able to follow Crane all those years ago. The spirit had deemed him a nothing, a coward. Now it realized it should have pursued Crane, but the man had left the range of its haunting range. Its only hope was that the unborn Van Brunt would return to Sleepy Hollow, or the female Crane drew more attention to herself. The former, it realized, was more likely. It then returned to its endless search, knowing full well that its time may well be limited now.
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