The Hollow

This is a ghost story.

But this ghost story is | different from all the others.

It's different, | because this one is all true.

I know because I was there.

It all happened right here, | in this very town.

Across the bridge, | over by the old graveyard.

It was All Hollow's Eve.

Or what people like to call | Halloween.

It all happened down there...

in the hollow.

Now on this particular evening | there's a party going on...

at the home of a wealthy man | named Baltus Van Tassel.

The town's folk came | from all over to celebrate.

And among these revelers...

was a new school master, | Ichabod Crane.

This blows.

Knock it off! | I'm trying to hear this.

It's kinda creepy, | if you think about it.

It's kinda lame, | if you think about it.

Some people say that | he often resembled...

a crane while walking | through town.

- Karen, let's go. | - You can go, but I'm staying.

Finally able to court the beautiful | young daughter of its host...

Katrina Van Tassel.

Guys, can't we do this | tomorrow night?

Tomorrow night is the hayride.

Besides, you said you wanted a | scare, right? I'll give you one.

What, are you scared?

It's not that. It's wrong to jump | on someone's grave.

And there's that | creep groundskeeper guy.

She's got a point there.

Remember when we got stuck | in there, in third grade?

He was just trying to scare us.

The dude chased us with an ax. | Who does that?

I'll tell you what. | We go up...

put our hand in, | and we'll call it a night.

What's the big deal | with all of this anyways?

The big deal is that you, Karen | and everybody else around here...

take the legacy of this town | for granted.

You act like it's just | another place in the map.

You're drunk.

But it's not just | another place in the map.

This is the birth place...

of the most famous ghost story | that ever was.

You're hurting me.

This should be the end-all, | be-all of Halloween.

But what do we got | to show for it?

A junior boy storyteller...

and a hooky hayride.

Scott, could you please get | this gorilla off me?

Hey, let her go man.

I'll tell you what.

All it'd take is one bad | Halloween.

Like maybe three kids...

going to a graveyard...

and only one comes back.

Then people would know...

then they would know what | kind of town we live in.

Go stick you hand then.

What?

You heard me. | You go do it.

See if anything grabs you

Show us how it's done.

That's the spirit.

See? Nothing.

Oh my God! | Oh God, please help me!

Jackass!

It's fun. Where are you going? | It was just a joke.

Where are you going?

You guys be careful out there. | And remember...

- if you see the horseman... | - Make through the bridge.

And as Ichabod recalls | the horrible warning...

he kicked, whipped and yelled | at his horse...

urging it to go faster.

The headless horseman | was just behind him.

Sparks flew from the hooves | of the rider's unholy steed.

And Ichabod looked up...

and through the trees he could see | the bridge.

Ichabod and his horse dashed | across the bridge.

The headless horseman | just behind him.

Ichabod chanced to look back...

expecting to see | the fearful apparition gone.

But instead...

he saw the horseman | stand up in his stirrups...

cough back his arm that held | the rider's bloody head...

with gore and guts still | clinging to the skull...

and he fired the hideous missile.

And that was the last that anyone | ever saw of the new schoolmaster.

Some say that Ichabod actually | escaped from the horseman.

And left Sleepy Hollow to become | a lawyer in New York.

Not far from here.

While others say that it's Brom | who chased him out of town...

out of jealousy.

But the old Dutch wives of | these parts still maintain...

that Ichabod Crane...

the new schoolmaster was chased | on that Halloween evening...

by the most horrific | gull ever seen.

The Headless Horseman | of Sleepy Hollow.

- Hi! That was super! | - Thank you.

Where's dad?

He wanted to come, sweetie, | but he was exhausted.

I think the start of the season, | and the moving...

and everything really took it | out of him.

- You know... | - Yeah, I know.

- Thank you for coming. | - Sure.

See ya.

Look, I sad I was sorry. | What else you want me to do?

How can you just stand there and | let him treat me like that?

Hey, he just gets carried away | with this whole legend.

He's proud of the history | around here, or something.

- Besides, you're having fun. | - No, I wasn't.

Really?

You know...

somebody dared him to put | his hand in the tomb.

Who was it?

I just wanted to get even.

Is there something to do with | that whole 'scared of sex' thing?

Maybe.

Who was that?

That's not funny, Scott.

It's Brody. He's screwing | around in the shanty.

- Scott, please don't... | - Just stay here. I'm sick of this.

Brody!

The door's open.

Spooky.

Very spooky. | You had me going for a sec.

Amber, come here...

Scott?

That was great!

I'm already giving you a ride. | You can stop flattering.

No, I mean it though, | you're good.

In addition, thank you for the | ride, I really appreciate it.

No problem.

So...

where's Brody? | Didn't you guys come together?

No. Brody's got a | short attention spam.

But then he's captain | of the football team.

- So I guess it pays, right? | - I guess.

I guess I thought you guys | had a thing.

No, we're not a thing.

I mean, I was like am I getting | myself into trouble here?

New in town, already making moves | on the quarterback's squeeze.

First of, I'm nobody's squeeze.

And second, | Brody isn't exactly my ideal.

I like a guy who's interested in | more than just my poms poms.

Maybe we should, | I don't know...

like go for a coffee or something | some time.

Oh my God!

- Are you alright? | - I'm fine, just a little shaky.

Are you sure you're alright?

You scared the crap out of us. | Are you okay?

I'm doing about as well as | to be expected...

which I don't suppose | it's all that good.

What were you doing in the middle | of the road? I could've killed you.

I was listening, teacher, | listening.

- Why are you calling me that? | - Lan, he's a grave keeper...

and he's obviously drunk.

My name is Klaus Van Ripper, | although that doesn't mean much.

And I'm not drunk. | I do take care of the cemetery.

And I need to talk to you. | There's something you need to know.

Lan, let's get out of here. | He's obviously drunk.

Come on, let him have his bed. | Let's go.

I almost killed the guy. I can't | leave him out here if he's drunk.

Quiet.

Somebody's coming.

What are you doing out here?

You hear that?

What?

You okay, Junior? | Looks like you've seen a ghost.

You been at the yard, haven't you? | What were you doing up there?

Just trying to give a guy | a little scare.

Trying to instill | a little history in him.

You should understand that.

You shouldn't be up in the yard. | Not tonight.

Not ever. | Especially not tonight.

Relax, Van Ripper!

We didn't mess up any | of your landscaping.

I'm sorry about straying you.

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