Legend of The Dullahan – The terrifying tale of the headless horseman.

In the misty, rolling hills of Ireland, when the full moon hung low, villagers would lock their doors and whisper tales of terror. They spoke of The Dullahan, the fearsome headless horseman. Mounted on a black steed with eyes that glowed like embers, The Dullahan rode fast, his decapitated head tucked under one arm.

The head, with a hideous grin that stretched from ear to ear, had eyes that could see vast distances, even in the darkest night. As the horseman's spine-chilling laughter echoed through the valleys, those who heard it knew they were marked.

For The Dullahan was a harbinger of death. He would stop outside the house of the doomed, raise his bony arm, and the name of the soon-to-be-deceased would be uttered with a silent, grim certainty. The only defense against The Dullahan was gold—for it repelled him and sent him galloping into the shadows.

On one particularly foggy night, a brave young man named Aidan, curious to see if the tales were true, ventured out with a golden coin clutched in his trembling hand. As the eerie laughter drew closer, his courage faltered. The black steed emerged from the mist, and The Dullahan's headless form loomed before him.

Aidan threw the coin, and with a screech, The Dullahan vanished, leaving only the echo of his chilling laugh. The villagers found Aidan the next morning, safe but forever haunted by what he had seen.
To this day, on moonlit nights, whispers of The Dullahan's ride send shivers down the spines of those who dare to remember.