The Headless Horseman Does Ride Indeed...!

Pics of the truly haunting appearances of Headless Horseman preceding the parade at Mickey's Halloween Party on Wednesday night, October 26, 2016 at Disneyland...









More on our night at Mickey's Halloween Party later this weekend...

 RTJ

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