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I fixed it :)

One night, during midnight, a Ghostly Wail came from the supposedly Haunted Shack in Umbra Forest. A sylestian who was walking through the forest came by the supposed Haunted Shack, where a pitch black Vulnyx Kitten sat waiting. Prancing Puffadores pranced around the forest area nearby, before the Ghostly Wail sounded off again, Baby Bats came from the chimney of the Haunted Shack and flew off into the night, wearing Sandy Socks. The sylestian slowly opened the door, before being welcomed to the smell of Spicy Sausages cooking on a fire. They were welcomed by the sound of feet, before finding Witch Doctor Hexamora at the front door. "Come in, come in, would you like a bite? I have Spicy Sausages cooking and Purple Pumpkin Pie which is ready to eat! Oh please do come in, or The Headless Horseman will get you!" She said, before pulling the sylestian indoors, as in time because the Headless Horseman came immediately as if it were planned. The Vulnyx Kitten from before, let out a Ghostly Wail, as the Baby Bats with Sandy Socks came through the open window, their pointy fangs showing. The Spicy Sausages looked like limbs from the zombies which the sylestian had fought off earlier, before the light flickered before going out. They heard a knock on the door before a man with no head opened the door and closed it, the witch cackling evilly. The sylestian frightened, and really confused, at what was going on. "HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!" Voices shouted from the other room, Witch Doctor Hexamora was no more, having been one of the sylestian's friends all along, and the Headless Horseman had had a head all along. The Spicy Sausages having been mushed up to look like human limbs and they all went to sleep...And the little Vulnyx Kitten's eyes became blood red before another Ghostly Wail sounded throughout the night....

Spicy Sausages

in ancient sotries they have told of him.....now he has returned.close all your windows and lock your doors.hide all you selesties forever more.untill the night of all-hallows-eve ends.it is safe for no-one ,now the fun begins.

it was a foggy night of all-hollows eve.the children trick-or-treating,with the sound of crunching leaves.many didnt care on what was real or not ,but one child in particular just thought there might be someone out there,the ones stories told.of vampires,and werewolves,ghost,and ghouls.but no this child was thinking of the one from ancient stories the one with no head,who rides a horse at night,called the headless-horseman.he though he was real and the child was afraid,but went into the forest (well thats awfully brave)in hopes of finding him and saving the other children's sylesties in the town.the young child and his vulnyx kittenran through the woods scared and afraid.*what have i gotten myself into*the young child thought as he continued running.suddenly a baby batflew out of the trees wearing sandy socks''turn back now while you have the chance''said the bat before flying off once again.the child did not listen to the warning and went streaight on ahead.the fog got thicker,and heavier as the ghostly wail(s) of lupora ghost ehcoed through the woods still yearning for the return of there master.the child was truly scared now ,his vulnyx kitten clinging to his leg.he looked up through the treetops and what did he see?for no branches blocked the sight the headless horsman on a hilltop in the night.upon his head a puple pumkinstayed.the child screamed and ran into a haunted shack but he was wrong.in the shack he seen ghost as the headless horseman arrive at the door. ''your sylesties head shall be mine!''he said followed by a evil sinister laugh.but suddenly just in time witch doctor hexamora and her prancing puffadorescrashed through a window and in front of the child.''night tonight horseman''hexamora said.''run child run now''she also said as one of her prancing puffadores lead the child through the forest back home.once he was home the parents were relieved to see that there child was alright for the child was gone past midnight.in the end they celebrated the return of there child with/b]spicy sauseges.....

to this day nobody know what happened to the horseman or witch doctor hexamora.legend has it in the forest on the hilltop on halloween night you can still here the evil laughter of the horsman and see the ghost of the undead.

The village was dark that night. A shady figure, wearing a long black overcoat, wide-brimmed hat that hid his face entirely, and a pair of incredibly sandy socks walked the streets, heading towards the only local pub. He pushed the wooden door of the Prancing Puffadore open, stepped inside, and took a seat at the bar. "I'll have some spicy sausages and a Vulnyx Kitten." he said gruffly, looking over the menu.

He got his meat and his drink soon enough, and tore into the sausages hungrily. When the bartender asked what he was doing in town, he glanced back and forth shiftily, then pulled back his cloak to reveal a purple pumpkin. "I'm running a delivery, direct from Witch Doctor Hexamora to the Headless Horseman. This baby is supposed to stop the adventurers from finding those damned white pumpkins, and only find purple ones instead."

The barkeep was alarmed, but he hid it. This maniac wanted to help the Headless Horseman? He had to - he had to tell someone, to stop this somehow. He played it cool, served the people at his bar until closing, then donned a travelling cloak, disappearing into the dark woods. He had to warn Ichabod.

He hadn't gone very far before he found a creepy, obviously haunted shack. He intended to skirt around it, to avoid any danger that might threaten his mission, until he spied a baby bat just inside. It looked injured! His kind nature won over and he went towards it, pushing the creaky door aside and heading to the window to tend to the little animal.

"I'm glad you made it." said the same gruff voice from before. The barkeep froze, and didn't even notice when the bat he'd been holding turned to dust. "You see, I knew you'd come. I've been watching you, and waiting. You're too good-hearted, too nice." the voice was getting closer. "You're going to be delicious."

There was a ghostly shriek and the stranger pounced on the barkeep, his hat falling off to reveal a horrible leering face, and too many eyes, and so so many teeth, and -

and then the barkeep saw nothing.

(yeah yeah yeah cool new title? count me in.)

Once upon a time there was this baby bat . Who like to eat spicy sausages . One day when the baby bat was flying he saw the haunted shack ware the witch doctor Hexamora. He also saw a vulnyx kitten wearing a pair of sandy socks siting next to a purple pumpkin.
Than he head a sound. It was the headless horseman's ghostly wail . He was so scared. So he flew as fast as he can and bump in to a parade of prancing puffadores . So he enjoy the parade and than whine home to go to bed. The end.

It was a calm fall night, Halloween is here and everyone was wandering around, asking for treats and catching up on old friends. The Witch Doctor Hexamora was watching everyone laugh and talk, baby bats and vulnyx kittens wandering around their owners, trying to get pieces of spicy sausages or purple pumpkin juice. Prancing puffadores danced around playing and having a general good time. The Witch Doctor, however, had an eerie feeling tonight, something sinister was coming and it probably wont be good. Dusting off her sandy socks, she headed towards the Haunted Shack, feeling that that is where the evil will come from. After wandering through the shack feeling no fear, she suddenly heard a ghostly wail, a scream that said,GO AWAY LEAVE THIS PLACE FOR IT IS THE PLACE OF DEATH in a hoarse voice that sent shivers down her spine. She ignored it, and continued walking. She reach what appeared to be the living room, it had four paintings of the Headless Horseman on each of the four points, like a compass. Their fiery eyes seem to watch her as she noticed a dark stain underneath a rug, she carefully pulled it aside, and found a pool of rusted blood. Made by whom? She had no clue until another voice this one dark and sinister that seemed to come from the walls,Witch Doctor, you have made a grave mistake. was all it said before a sudden crash of lightning, all four pictures came alive and flew out of the paintings with fury. DEATH TO ALL! the four Headless Horsemen screamed, their horses rearing up and neighing.
The Witch Doctor didnt need anymore warnings, she let out a scream before bolting off glancing over her shoulder to see if the four horsemen were chasing her, they were. But, before she could reach the door, the lights went out. Another ghostly wail rang out, the Witch Doctor realized it came from her own mouth before silence filled the shack. The very next day, all that was left of the Witch Doctor was but her staff and a very odd shape in one of the four paintings, the shape?

A screaming human, an exact copy of the Witch Doctor.

On the night of the Headless Horseman
All faces are scared and pale
For everyone knows he's out hunting
As he sounds out his ghostly wail

All of the townspeople are silent
Even the village idiot, Sandy socks
Because even he knows when the horseman comes
Your door better have good locks

He rides into town with a flourish
Smoke surrounds him, and a baby bat
Flies through the air to warn you
Of the harsh, imminent combat

Jack'o'lanterns turn to dull and lifeless
purple pumpkins as the whither from heat
His loyal stead breaths a fiery breath
When they prowl silently through your street

An army of undead soldiers
Arise, and mayhem they start
Destroying your poor little village
The bakery, the road, the cart

Strange things start to happen then
He'll possess the prancing puffadores
And make them come crying and howling
Right outside your very door

Your vulnyx kitten growls roughly
At the menace outside your house
But you know it would do no damage to him
To the horseman, it's merely a mouse

Even the Witchdoctor Hexamora
Is afraid of his terrible wrath
Don't go outside if you treasure your life
And don't ever cross his burning path

As he searches for his next victim
You're afraid that next could be you
A shadow passes over your window
As you timidly and meekly peek through

But have no fear, you can stop him
By going down to the haunted shack
If you leave him some spicy sausages,
He won't harm you, they're his favourite snack.

The Haunted Shack crouched high on the hill, the only access a mostly overgrown path up from the lonely beach. Wind howled through the twisted trees with a Ghostly Wail as a group of Prancing Puffadores, grumbling about Sandy Socks and costumes being shredded in the capricious wind, made their way to the lonely little shack on the hill.

They came here on a dare, tales in town talked of a Witch Doctor Hexamora who would summon the Headless Horseman with a jack-o-lantern carved from a Purple Pumpkin for a ghoulish head, to run down unwary visitors and snatch them up to cook them in a giant cauldron with Spicy Sausages and cabbage heads, and leeks.

They came up the path, giggling and pushing each other as none of the three wanted to be in the lead. They had just gotten to the rickety stoop, when a black Vulnyx Kitten scampered under foot with a meow! startling the three little puffs into shrieking fear, tearing back the way they had come down the path, back to the beach, and off towards home, giggling and swatting at the Baby Bat circling overhead, oblivious to the glowing red eyes watching from the shadows, looking remarkably like those carved in a pumpkin, lit from within...

There once was a small vulnyx kitten who resembled a purple pumpkin. She heard a ghostly wail and decided to follow it. The little vulnyx was lead by the sound to a haunted shack where the Witch Doctor Hexamora lived! The wailing sounded like it was coming from inside the shack! The little vulnyx pulled out of her bag magic sandy socks that would make her invisible! She was about to head inside when a group of ghostly Prancing Puffadores landed in her face! They screeched at her "Go away you little bite or we will be forced to rip you limb by limb and devour you!" The little vulnyx slipped on the last sandy sock and dissapeared, leaving the puffadores in confusion. She tiped toed inside and gasped with horror. The Headless Horseman had come to visit and he and the witch doctor were about to drop a Baby Bat into a boiling pot of Spicy Sausages! The little purple vulnyx jumped to the baby bat's rescue she tipped over the boiling pot of stew and it poured over the witch doctor and headless horseman.


THE END