Meet Ichabod, my newest sculpture for
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October 31st, 1821
Young teacher, Ichabod walked alone after a night of festivities at the town’s yearly autumn festival. Drunkenly he made his way down the dark, dirt road when he was overcome with the strange sensation of being followed. Hopeful it was the beautiful daughter of the great Judge Crowley chasing behind asking for one last dance, Ichabod stopped to listen. Hoping his lusting lips would be met with a kiss, he waited in anticipation.
Silence. Realizing his foolishness, Ichabod continued toward home. He would need to win her affection another day but the fantasy was a pleasant companion on his walk. Lost in thought, Ichabod continued until the faint sounds of whistling penetrated his ears. It was a tune so beautiful and hypnotizing, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned, coming face to face with…
Well, if you believe the tale, Ichabod met the pale face of the Devil, himself. There, the Devil offered Katherine’s love and devotion in exchange for Ichabod’s servitude. Maybe it was the spirits bubbling around inside his brain but Ichabod agreed. He signed his name in blood as the Devil smiled, slipping the contract inside his pocket. Ichabod then asked “what service shall I provide, my lord”. The Devil said nothing but placed a knife in Ichabod’s hand.
Under the harvest moon, Ichabod unwillingly began carving into his face with the serrated blade of the Devil’s knife. Chunks of flesh ripped away, falling to the ground. Crows from the nearby pumpkin patch began to scavenge up the gore. Ichabod collapsed in a pool of blood and tears as he gazed at the stars. As the life began to slip from his eyes, Katherine emerged from the darkness, drunk with passion.
All Ichabod could do was begin to laugh which turned to a blood soaked cackle as he died. Distraught at the sight, Katherine dragged Ichabod’s lifeless body into the pumpkin patch, allowing his remains to be taken over by the earth. As the vines consumed his corpse, Katherine made a promise to return every Halloween and dance with the spirit of her lost love. A promise she kept for a lifetime.
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