A Renter's Market

It has been over two hundred years since any citizens of Sleepy Hollow, NY, have stepped outside at night.

People lock their doors at dusk and turn their TV's to maximum volume. Yet even the thickest walls aren't enough to keep out his screams or the roar of his engine.

He no longer rides a horse, though he's still called the Headless Horseman, and with the continuing advances in vehicle technology, no one dares try to outrun him to the bridge. But with property values in the neighboring vicinity so expensive, no one cares to move to another suburb either.