As night got deeper, the barred mauseleums got creepier and creepier. This is supposed to be where the Headless Horseman is buried, and where he begins his ride. It's also where Washington Irving is buried. I suppose he often rides around with the full moon as well.

Headless Heather. Bastards tore down the bridge. Along the same note, I'm really glad some dumb kid wasn't hiding behind a tombstone with a couple of coconuts. Would've scared the Hell out of me.