Sleepy Hollow Novels & Stories

HALLOWEEN ** BY NAOMI INNOCENT ** CHAPTER 1 ** The croaking sound of toads could be heard right outside the hospital, the night was cold and the wind was damp. The cool breeze made its silly noises as Willow lay on her bed. The sound of the beeping machine was so audible that she wished it could shut up and let her rest in peace. She tossed on her bed and slowly blinked her eyes. She glanced around the room and wondered what she was doing in the hospital.

But, for now, Sierra simply nodded and went off to make some more calls as the hum of vehicle engines in the distance filled the air. --- It was sensation of falling that woke Chloe from her deep sleep with a start. Her eyes immediately hurt from the light pouring in from the windows and every bone in her body ached. The ringing in her ears promised a headache was on the way and every fibre of her being felt like it was on fire, rubbed raw and exposed. She didn’t feel totally like herself. It was as if she was sharing her mind with someone else but they were nothing more than a ghost or a whisper of an existence not yet fully fledged.

Chloe Jane Sleep claims me quickly tonight, the kind that’s deep and full of the whispers of the subconscious. In the dreamscape that envelops me, Halo is there in her white wolf form, her coat shimmering like the moon. She beckons with a nod of her head, leading me out of the familiar woods and towards a mountain I’ve never seen before. It’s majestic, rising into the sky like a silent guardian of ancient secrets. Halo leads me through a hidden path, one that spirals upward, and the air becomes crisp, filled with the scent of pine and ancient earth.

The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.

As if the ground beneath my horse’s hooves whispered ancient lullabies only I could hear. By midday, we reached the edge of the Hollow. It wasn’t a place on maps. No one came here unless they had a death wish. Or a destiny. Dead trees bent toward us, clawing at the sky. The air thickened with whispers and shadows. And yet, I felt peace. It was as though I had returned to a place I’d never been but always known. Thane dismounted first. “I don’t like this.” “I do,” I whispered.

It’s hard to believe Rosie and I have been married for ten years. To celebrate we went on a spooky tour to Sleepy Hollow and then Salem. We have a whole bucket list of haunted places we want to go and we check one off every anniversary. The list is from haunted towns to specific haunted places. Since this year was a big deal we decided to go to two places.

KIRA The nights in the Hollow from the first night to the present one have never been quiet. Even when the camp slept, there were whispers — the kind that crawled through the dark and made your skin cold. I had learned to tell the difference between the voices of people dreaming and the sounds of hate moving through the air.

Then she whispered to his ears, her eyes resting on me, “Your reward for tonight will be more than what we do. Suck as many places you can. F*k as many places that you can. And eat as many places that you can.” “Oh goddess you’re making me c*m already, baby.” For a moment I taught if there had known where they were. If they had been doing a lot at the secret doesn’t mean it will be a show in public. In front of the pack. “She was nothing before this night,” she added softly, loud enough for everyone to hear as she moved towards me. “And she’ll return to nothing now.” The circle broke. The fire dimmed. “Winter Hollow, dismiss.” Elder Soran screamed.

The charm beneath the scarf pressed faintly against her ribs, a small, insistent question in the map of their night. They put the bead away and let the house breathe. The pack slept on, rooms filled with the snag and drift of ordinary lives. For a little while they let themselves forget the old debts and the old marks—until dawn, when Veleni Hollow would be a place on a map and a thing to be tested, not merely a word on paper. Celeste closed her eyes and let herself fall into a sleep quick and shallow and honest, a coyote at last allowed to dream.

The old lighthouse had been dark for years. Perched on the jagged edge of Widow’s Point, the Black Hollow Lighthouse had been abandoned since the night Keeper Alden Rowe vanished without a trace. No one had taken the position after that. Some said he’d fallen. Others whispered the sea had claimed him for a debt long unpaid. Mara didn’t believe in sea-debts. But she knew what she saw. Three flashes. Evenly spaced. Deliberate. The pattern repeated. Her little brother, Toby, burst into her room. “Did you see it?”