Equitarians

The tale of the headless horseman is as mysterious as the dawn of time. What we do know, and can account for, is only the beginning of the journey. You will travel to very mysterious and evil places. Not just physical, but spiritual. Places deep within our own psyche, mystical places where the headless horseman can reach you, before you can get to him.

The legend tells the tale of a quiet Dutch settlement located along the western shore of the Hudson River. Some say that the place was bewitched by a German doctor during the early days of the settlement, others whisper that an old Indian chief haunt the hallowed grounds. Folk tales further tell of the woman in white that haunts the dark pond where the Tree of the Dead once stood. What was once a town filled with people carrying out their everyday lives is now a hamlet filled with people known as the Equitarians. The place holds a spell over the minds of the good people. They pay homage to the tragedies that have occurred in the past. Some call them cult members – others, just mischievous lost souls. Whatever you may think, they inhabit these parts and it is best to leave them alone. Never look them in the eye. Look the other way!

The dominant apparition that haunts these parts and harnesses all the evil power is the figure on horseback without a head. The specter, is said by some to be a Hessian soldier, whose head had been blown off by a cannon ball in the Revolutionary War. His body was buried in the churchyard, and he rides nightly in quest of his head on his gigantic black steed. This legendary figure is known as the Headless Horseman.

Be warned! There is a contagion in the winds that blow through this haunted region. Now I know you are thinking, I'm too well educated and it's the twenty-first century, I know there aren't ghosts, goblins, or a headless horseman.

We dare you to travel through the hamlet at night, watch as the wind blows through the leaves and they talk to themselves in the trees. Or is it the spirits whispering as they gently brush by your face? And who is making that shadow over there in the wood line that disappears as you ride by? Travel the same route that Ichabod crane covered, witness the rituals of the Equitarians and be warned -  do not become one of them... or one of their victims. Our journey begins. You be the judge.