Your parents told you never go through the woods at night but you were never one to listen. You were sure all those old stories fae were just made up to keep little kids from wandering off after dark. Effective though they may be, you're no child anymore.

As you walk through the dark and quiet forest though you consider the words again. Regretting staying out so late in town and now having to make this trek alone in the dark with nothing but the silent forest around you. Only sound being the crunch of autumn leaves under your feet and the wind howling through the trees. Thick clouds hiding the moon leaving the world cloaked in a darkness so thick your lantern can barely even illuminate the path under your feet.

That's when the deafening quiet is shattered by the sound of horse hooves from up ahead. You strain your eyes and lift your lantern to try to see who's coming fearful of a bandit out searching for easy targets. If only that were the case...

As the clouds part and the moon's light shines through once more you're met with the sight of the Dullahan atop his black steed. Head held high in one hand and the other holding a large axe still dripping with blood and at the ready.