On moonlit nights, a shadowy figure on horseback haunted Cross Mill Road. Locals spoke of a headless horseman, his eyes burning like coals within a hollow neck. The story piqued the curiosity of a group of friends.
Guided by stories, they ventured to the road, flashlights in hand. A chill wind carried whispers as they walked. Suddenly, the air turned frigid, and flashlights flickered.
From the dark emerged the headless rider, a glowing pumpkin head in place of his lost one. His fiery gaze locked on them. In his skeletal hand, a map beckoned to a tree within the woods.
With trepidation, they followed the map's trail. Trees seemed to reach out, and the forest pulsed with secrets. They reached the marked tree, where a voice spoke of a curse and long-held vengeance.
As they fled in terror, a mist closed in. The headless horseman materialized, and their screams vanished into the night.
Morning revealed only scattered flashlights and a haunting legend, warning all to avoid Cross Mill Road's cursed path.