Everyone knows me from that annoying Legend of Sleepy Hollow story. There is so much more to me then that encounter with Ichabod Crain, or that silly nonsense about someone using my skull to control who I kill and why.

Anyway, one Halloween night, after chasing several men through the Hollow I knew that my horse was thirsty and needed a drink. So I led him to the river.

As he drank from the cool water a basket floated by and out of curiosity I reached down and plucked it from the stream. I glanced down at the contents of the via my pumpkin head and frowned.

My eyes burning in fury, inside the basket was a small helpless infant. The infant looked up at me and blinked a few times before making grabby hands as if asking to be picked up.

I sighed and then gently removed the infant  from the basket and surprisingly the y/g snuggled into my chest and instantly fell asleep.

I was both shocked and unsure what to do next. I was a ruthless murdering ghost tirelessly searching for my head. I didn't have time to raise a child, let alone an infant.

Yet, I knew that if left the infant alone in these woods they would soon die. I didn't trust the people of the nearby town. Truth be told, I didn't even trust the other spooks of the sleepy little glen.