
A mind fed on superstition turns every shadow into a pursuer.
Ichabod Crane fills his head with tales of ghosts and the Headless Horseman until the quiet woods of Sleepy Hollow become a battlefield of his own making. Terror does not require a real monster when memory and anxiety supply one. In the dark, a wind-bent branch becomes a reaching hand, and a wind-tossed pumpkin becomes a severed head. The intellect that feeds greedily on ghost stories surrenders its reason long before any phantom appears. Fear is ultimately self-generated, turning a dark night into an inescapable trap.
Imagination and fear

