The Hollow Page #4

And now we begin the | ghostly hayride.

Now we just have to head | down this path right here...

towards the bridge. | And you should know...

this is the same road that | Ichabod traveled upon...

on that fateful | Halloween night.

The north woods area | of Sleepy Hollow...

is long known for being | densely populated by...

spirits and specters of | every imaginable shape...

and size.

Watch yourself.

Alright, folks.

And this, my companions, is the | section of the haunted wood...

that is inhabited by the most | beautiful ghost of all.

The ill-fated bride who | was slashed...

murdered by her own | groom-to-be.

Discarded in the lake, | not far from here.

If you look closely...

you can see the unearthed | beauty right now.

Let's go.

Folks, seems like we almost made it | out of the haunted woods...

alive.

But seems like | we forgot one thing.

The most fearsome legend | of all Sleepy Hollow...

The legend of...

Did you heart that?

Give me your head!

Let's go!

- You jerk! | - Geez Karen, relax!

Are you crazy? You're gonna scare | the poor kids to death!

That's what they came here for. | Besides...

what's wrong with a little scare | every now and then?

Jackass.

Alright, looks like we've made it | out of the haunted woods alive.

But I tell you what, | the night is young...

and the Headless Horseman is | still out there looking...

Iooking for a head.

That was even better | than last night.

Thanks.

I'd go again but your dad's waiting | for me to come home and help him.

It's fine.

Are you okay?

- Yes. Thanks for coming. | - Sure.

Teacher.

I need to talk to you now.

Here's your change. The ticket. | Have a good time.

Hello, Mrs. VanHaton. | I'm glad you could make it.

I'm only here to make sure none | of those morons damage anything.

Those tombstones, some of them | are over a hundred years old.

Not to worry, I hand picked | everyone who is involved.

I guess they're lucky stars.

What you want me to do? | I can't just take off.

- I made a commitment to do this. | - It's too dangerous.

You can't go up there. | You can't take the chance.

Listen Klaus, this isn't | funny anymore.

Forget the hayride! | You gotta come with me.

But I can't go, I already told her | I'd do it.

See you after.

Lan, you're getting | great reviews.

- Thanks. | - Hello, Mr. VanRipper.

I was telling the young teacher you | gotta call this whole thing off.

You can't go on this hayride. | I can't let him go up there.

You know we can't do that. | What is this all about anyway?

The vines are growing, | they're full of blood...

they're feeding the horseman | and he's getting stronger.

I read your book, it didn't | say one thing about vines.

Not everything's gotta to be | in the book.

Excuse me, Sheriff?

What can I do for you, Nancy?

Dunkin, good groundskeeper here | has been hitting the bottle, again.

I'm not drunk. I'm telling you | for the last time...

the Dark Rider is afoot. | Don't be damn fools.

I can't have you spoil the hayride | like that. What about a ride home?

No, No. Now listen to me, you're | the only one that can save us.

You got to stand up to him, | face him...

if you don't, all of us | are gonna die.

Do you hear me? | We're gonna die.

Alright, Klaus. Let's say you and | me take a walk up the cemetery...

and clear all the kids out?

Would that make you | feel better?

Yes, but what about] | The teacher?

The teacher will be fine. | Let's me and you do that.

- Com on. | - Thank you.

You're doing a wonderful job | my dear...

but there's a very grumpy and | influential old lady on this one.

Now it'd be a great time | to shine.

Listen me well, | and read my...

Excuse me, beautiful boy, | but this hay stinks.

Okay.

Here's what I can do. I'll talk to | the organizers when we get back...

and I'll get it all | taken care of.

Yes, be sure to do that.

Listen me well, | and read my tongue.

Our journey into darkness | has just begun.

As we travel through | the graveyard tonight...

hold on to your loved ones, | with all your might.

Sorry you two, | this one is all full.

- What? Come on Mrs. Worthen. | - How long till the next one?

Not 'til next year, I'm afraid. | This was the last trip.

I'm sorry.

We can still go, we'll just make | our own tour.

I bet there's nobody | watching the gate.

We can just climb over.

Erika, the thing is sold out.

Let's go home, rent a couple | of scare flicks...

make some marguerites | and it'll be fine.

You sound like | my parents.

Come on Rob. Let's put the | fun back in funeral.

Teach me the meaning of the | word 'bone yard'.

- Erika... | - I can't believe it.

You're scared. | Aren't you?

You're afraid to go into the | graveyard, like a little b*tch.

- I'm not a little b*tch. | - Yeah? Prove it.

Okay.

What are you doing, Sheriff? | You're heading the wrong way.

You're going back to town.

Just take it easy Klaus.

A good night of sleep | will take care of everything.

You haven't heard a word | I've said. I'm telling you...

the Horseman is back, | he's on the prowl.

Tomorrow Brody'll be the captain of | the varsity football team again...

but tonight can't you let the kids | have their fun?

They'll be having loads of fun once | some heads starts to roll.

Sheriff.

Don't stop! We gotta go back. | We gotta go back and warn them

What's that?

That's some costume, ain't it?

Sheriff, don't get outta the car! | Sheriff!

Brody, aren't you supposed | to be up in the forest?

Lt'll disappoint a lot of folks if | they don't get to see the horseman.

Don't you think you should | get up there?

Brody?

Wait a minute...

Are you happy? Is this | what you wanted to do?

- Not like this. | - I thought this is what you wanted.

For one thing, I'm freezing. | It's like two degrees out here.

Not exactly inspiring to | take my clothes off.

- Okay. You wanna get out of here? | - No.

- I've got a better idea. | - What?

- In there? | - Sure. Why not?

I don't know, it's a shanty | in the middle of the graveyard.

I know.

What you say? A little doggie style | with the dead?

A little 'zombie frombie'?

Could be kinda kinky.

That's it Rob. | That's perfect.

Please, don't stop.

Rob? | I said 'don't stop'.

You know what? | Just forget it.

I said 'just forget it'.

Well, well...

Looks like we almost made it out | the haunted woods.

But it seems we've forgotten | about one thing.

The most fearsome legend | in all...

Help! He's gonna kill us! | He's gonna kill us all!

- What are you talking about? | - The Headless Horseman.

There's no such thing | as the Headless Horseman.

Then what the hell is that?

Distasteful.

- Start the truck. | - We're supposed...

Give me your head. | I need a head.

Start the damn truck right now!

Who's that guy?

Brody, no!

God, that looks real.

That is real.

Brody, look out!

Sh*t!

Lan?

- What are you doing here? | - What's going on?

- No, no... come on. | - What?

Come on, let's go. | We gotta go.

Stop. Stop! | What is going on?

- What are you doing? | - This is ridiculous.

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