Welcome to Sleepy Hollow
*It'll be Halloween soon, won't it? An appropriate door has been left ajar. A swirl of leaves blows into the hallway, bright orange and festive.
Inside the room is a quaint little town, rather turn-of-the-century. It's got all the things you would expect: fields of corn, scarecrows, an inn with a roaring fire, muddy streets, a church, a cemetary.
The cemetary has more fresh-dug-graves than might be entirely normal, but anyone could be forgiven for missing that detail. Anyone who enters will be dressed for the atmosphere; something like this or one of these.
Oh, and it's sunset. Look out- if you stay until dark, the headless horseman might come for you.*
Inside the room is a quaint little town, rather turn-of-the-century. It's got all the things you would expect: fields of corn, scarecrows, an inn with a roaring fire, muddy streets, a church, a cemetary.
The cemetary has more fresh-dug-graves than might be entirely normal, but anyone could be forgiven for missing that detail. Anyone who enters will be dressed for the atmosphere; something like this or one of these.
Oh, and it's sunset. Look out- if you stay until dark, the headless horseman might come for you.*