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Brom in the Graveyard

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Brom, I love you in my own way. Kat’s voice echoed in Brom’s mind. And then, there she was standing in front of him. It’s a hallucination. I took some drug. She’s not here. Who could love you? You’re a coward. Look at him! Kat pointed to the stumbling figure a few yards from where Brom was hiding. Ichabod was falling over tree roots and grasping at tombstones for stability. Who could love you? You let him come in and just take me? You’re pathetic. I never loved you. I should have left you that night after...STOP! JUST LEAVE ME! Brom’s inner voice was being tormented by Kat’s voice. Brom knew she wasn’t there, but he could feel her whispering in his ear. If you kill him, we might have a chance. Do something for once in your life. Get away from me. I’ve done plenty for myself, for you, for us. Kat’s words were like knives on his heart, but he knew she was right. He was right too. Strong and stable, sad and staid. And with that, Kat vanished.

Brom, I love you. Now, Ichabod’s voice rang in his head. He began pounding his head with his fists, trying to knock it out. He wanted to cry. He wanted to punch Ichabod, who he still believed to be right beside him, despite looking at him on the bridge in the graveyard. Brom, you’re here! Ichabod was still standing on the bridge, Brom starring at him. He was mumbling something to himself, but Brom couldn’t make anything out. The vision of Ichabod stood in the same spot that Kat did just a few moments before. I knew you would come. Come on, we can leave now. You and me. Ichabod’s face, although a hallucination, was clearly defined to Brom. Ichabod reached out to Brom and his smile faded into a frown as his hand got closer to Brom. Take my hand, Brom. Please. No, not with you. With who then? Kat? You and her are destined to fail. But us...we can succeed. My life was fine without you! I don’t know who I am anymore. Who Kat is. You don’t know anything about us! Ichabod stepped closer to Brom until there were only inches between them. Well then. Just do what you came here to do then. Just like with Kat, Ichabod vanished. Brom again turned his attention to Ichabod on the bridge and almost as if some spirit had entered him, Ichabod sprung up from a hunched over position and began mumbling again.

You don’t need either of them. Who are you? I don’t know you. Another person appeared before Brom, someone too real to be a hallucination. No, it can’t be you. You’re dead. Oh no, I live here, in the hollow. You of all people should know that. Brom cowered in fear before this new apparition, a soldier so daunting and menacing, he understood why even Washington feared him. What do you want from me? You know the legend. On All Hallows Eve, I search for a fool who dares to walk these woods. Not me! Please not me! Oh no, Brom. You and I are of the same vein of thought. For we have chosen the same prey. The soldier pointed to Ichabod who was now shouting. Brom knew the anguish in Ichabod’s voice, anguish he had in his own heart for far too many years. What do you need from me? Excellent. I cannot cross the bridge...but you can. The spirit rammed itself into Brom and the man was no more. The Hessian was in control now. He looked down and Brom’s hand was clutching a sword. This shall all be over soon. Brom heard the words, but he was unable to respond. Even his thoughts had gone. The next few minutes were a blur. The Hessian yelled CHARGE and Ichabod was within reach... ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦

Brom woke up as himself. The Hessian had left his body. He sat up, looked around at the graveyard, and noticed Ichabod was missing. He shot up immediately and ran as far away from there as he could. But he couldn’t escape. Ichabod’s voice haunted him again. Brom, I loved you. I know what you did. Was it me? What did I do? He wasn’t there, he ran away. I DIDN’T KILL ICHABOD CRANE! Did I? Brom’s mind was going fast, faster than he ever thought possible. He arrived home, slamming the door behind, worried that Ichabod’s ghost would appear as it did in the graveyard. Kat ran down the stairs. “Brom, what is going on?” “You’re not real! You’re not here!” “Brom, what are you talking about? I came back to talk to you, but if you don’t…” “No, please, stay. I have to tell you something, but I don’t have all the details.”