Quick story.
When I was 12 I went on a church mission trip to Venezuela. We slept in a dormitory, all the girls (aged 9-13). As happens when groups of girls get together, cliques formed and inevitably one girl got turned into the 'weird' one that everyone laughed at.
This girl (heaven forgive me, I can't remember her name) would wake up every morning utterly distraught, swearing up and down that the headless horseman had been in the room during the night. Of course we laughed and teased her and made fun of her about this, but every morning it was the same headless horseman story.
One night during those weeks away, I got a fever and was separated from the other girls, so I wouldn't pass anything around. I slept in a room all alone with just one of the leaders to keep an eye on me. The following morning, she said to me, "Did you know you were sleepwalking last night?"
Oddly enough this was the first night the headless horseman didn't appear to Forgot-Her-Name.
The next night, I was back in the dorm with the girls.
And guess what? The headless horseman returned.
As it turns out, I was the sleepwalking headless horesman.
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