All around the island, very, very late Friday night [post radio]

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Late, so late it was almost a new day, the sound of hoofbeats rang across the island.

They heralded lean black horses with fiery eyes, their riders tall and cloaked, with antlers sprouting from their helmets. They faded in and out of sight, as if they weren't quite part of this world, and they ran, hooves striking sparks, across the island. Through the streets, around the dorms and the school, weaving through the trees of the preserve, out along the beach. Hounds, black as night, ran after them, their ululating howls echoing across the island.

Semi-solid shadows, they covered the whole island, the hounds coursing far and wide, and what they hunted for, no one knew.

[ooc: This happens after radio. Feel free to react to the sounds or see a ghostly hound or horseman in this post, just note where you are in the subject, or in any other post! They'll be around until dawn.]

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Second Floor Boys Bathroom

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Jim could have sworn that he just heard hoofbeats as he was washing his hands. He took a moment to check if his head seemed more pumpkin-shaped than it did ten minutes ago.

After he was convinced that he wasn't turning into the Pumpkin-Headed Horseman again, he walked back to his room.

Still, if he saw a horse in the next couple days, he wasn't going near it. Just in case.