The sound of stampeding hooves trailed only by the sound of grinding wheels.
Rushing water ahead, the river
If only she can only cross the old covered bridge
The headless rider never crosses the bridge.
The bridge in sight, she pours all of her strength into her hooves
The fiery glow of its burning skull growing brighter fast.
will she make it?
ZOMG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA