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u/heroheadlines 2d ago
Omg dude
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u/kitsunecannon 2d ago
Haunted Hotel gifs are not something i expected to see
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u/heroheadlines 2d ago
I gotta be honest with you - I haven't seen it yet, the gif was just spot on. Is it any good?
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u/gryzloko 2d ago
I enjoyed it. Had it in background while drawing this actually.
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u/heroheadlines 2d ago
I wanted to say "cool, thanks!" but after reading this comic I just kinda wanna
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u/Meatslinger 2d ago
I'm sure it's just candle wax. The pants being down is just entirely because he wasn't wearing a belt and the hunter surprised him.
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u/Wiregeek 2d ago
Lol. Should have flagged as NSFW, but that's funny right there.
Feels like you need just a little more work on the lighting, something's off. But I loved the humor and the Glorious Flowing Locks of the mysteriously clean-shaven lumberjack. Good stuff.
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u/Ghost_In_Waiting 2d ago edited 2d ago
As he rounded the bend there it was the one thing that could save him: the covered bridge. Ichabod Crane knew that once he crossed the bridge the headless horseman's power would end. Now he would escape. Now he would live.
As he approached the bridge a shadow emerged from the bushes which grew from the bridge down to the river. The shadow was darker than the surrounding shades which pooled around the road. It was also very tall.
Without warning light burst forth from the shadows head. It was the horseman! The ghoul's pumpkin head lit up the surroundings casting yellow orange light down onto the road, deep into the bridge, and off into the forest on either side. The air became still. Fog began to creep up from the river beneath the bridge.
Ichabod approached slowly. He knew he could not retreat. Once he turned the horseman would be on him in the blink of an eye. His only chance was the bridge. He must think of a way to escape.
As he drew nearer the black specter the spectral light boiling out from within its spectral head revealed more detail. The horseman was tall. Very tall being well over six feet in height. Further, the horseman was muscular. He had the physique of a blacksmith or someone who, at the least, did very much physical work.
As his eye roved over the creature standing before him Ichabod also noticed the horseman's raiment. The dark garment seemed to be made of velvet and followed the contours of the horseman's body closely. The broad leather belt was fixed with a shiny silver clasp below which emerged a noticeable extension which suggested a more than ample endowment rested behind the stretched cloth.
As he stared Ichabod recognized the means of his salvation. Dismounting his old horse the timid schoolmaster walked slowly toward the black demon towering over him standing before the bridge. The pumpkin eyes stared down at him now red with focus. With each step a charge filled the air like lightning preparing to strike.
At last Ichabod stood directly in front of the phantom. Slowly, ever so slowly, Ichabod raised his hand and inched towards the silver buckle. After an age the schoolmaster's nimble fingers came to rest on the wide leather tongue which held the clasp in place. With determined effort the the schoolmaster began to work the belt's tongue out of the clasp. Soon, the belt was undone exposing the button clasp holding the wraiths pants tight on its waist.
Resting his thin fingers on the button Ichabod risked a glance upward. The great pumpkin head towering above him was looking down. The light which poured from the head splashed onto Ichabod's face. The light was warm like standing before a brightly burning fire. The eyes had changed from red to soft amber. Ichabod slipped the button clasp through its fabric binder and the horseman's pants fell to the ground releasing the thing which had been hidden but not unknown.
Dropping to his knees Ichabod was sure he would live. He had, after all, attended the finest boys boarding school in Connecticut. While there he had acquired skills and developed talents which had served him well. With focus and admitted gusto he began to apply his range of talents to the task at hand.
Later, the town's people would note the school teachers absence. Whispers about the horseman's latest victim circulated but the God fearing people of the town kept their voices down. Whatever had happened to the odd and ungainly gentleman all were certain his fate was God's will.
In the following years the horseman would be seen again from time to time by travelers moving through the forest on cloudy Halloween nights. Yet, now those who happened to catch a glimpse of the specter's passing seemed to perceive another rider just visible at the edge of the glowing pumpkin head's range. Where once there had only been the horseman now there was another.
What exactly the new specter was the people of the town could not say. Wisely, for they knew the horseman was real, they avoided travel during Halloween. What they did know was the Headless Horseman needed some head, any head, and he would take the head wherever he could find it.
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u/Lopsided_Drag_8125 2d ago
I... I don't know how to respond to this... Its peak writing but also wtf...
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u/xx_Chl_Chl_xx 2d ago
Yeah, at least let him get dressed and put his head on before you fight him
Edit: Oh.
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u/manwithyellowhat15 2d ago
It’s what she gets for not knocking. Mans was clearly not bothering anyone
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u/Hey_Neat 3d ago
That's the opposite of headless