Eternal Night Society

The Horseman - woven blanket

$125.00 USD

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Sizes 50" x 60" 60" x 80"

Some nights demand wildness. This heirloom woven blanket is for those moments when you refuse to stay small—when the autumn wind calls and you answer with your whole chest (or ribcage).

Our bookkeeper-turned-legend rides through moonlit nights framed in gothic roses, cape billowing, uncarved pumpkin held high like a declaration. He wasn't supposed to be here. He was meant for ledgers and safe choices. But one wild ride changed everything.

Wrap yourself in this reminder: like The Horseman, you were never meant for small spaces. Your muchness is waiting.

Soft enough to comfort. Bold enough to transform.

Eternal Night Society - Where Outcasts Become Legends

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Product Information

Product features:

100% cotton yarn with mystical
colorful fringe
Woven by moonlight on enchanted looms
(okay, regular looms, but we like the drama)
Soft as a ghost's whisper

Product specs:

50" x 60" Throw Blanket perfect for solo coziness
60" x 80" Queen Size large enough to snuggle with your sweetie

Product care:

Machine wash cold (like our hearts)
Air dry laying flat (in eternal repose) preferred but can tumble dry low
Use a mesh laundry bag for washing and drying to protect fringe from tangling like a spider’s web in a tornado
Easy care no harsh cleaners or dry cleaning

Softly Gothic

We wove a cloud into a blanket - soft enough to dream in, bold enough to own

Fit for a Castle

Woven with intention. Textured weave, decorative fringe—the kind of blanket that fits right in any respectable castle.

Choose Your Size

Choose throw size for solo snuggles or queen size for you and your favorite weirdo.

Easy Blanket TLC

Gentle wash in a mesh bag, low heat or hang dry, no harsh cleaners. Keep it cozy, and it'll keep you cozy right back—forever (okay, well maybe not forever, but a long time).

The Ride

The Headless Horseman called in sick. Well, not sick—busy. Mass catastrophe topside, all hands on deck, even the legends got pulled for emergency duty.

Which left exactly one skeleton in the office when someone remembered: it's October 31st. Someone has to ride.

Me. The bookkeeper.

"But I have my head—"

"Doesn't matter."

"No one's going to believe—"

"NO ONE CARES."

They shoved a pumpkin in my hands.

"Wait, this isn't even carved—"

"NO TIME. RIDE."

Before I could argue, I was on the horse—a massive skeletal beast already moving—cape billowing behind me (where did that come from?), and oh god we're going so fast and I don't know the route and how do you even steer—

I nearly fell off twice in the first minute.

The second time I lurched sideways, one thought screamed through my skull: Oh my god I'm going to die—

Wait.

The horse shifted beneath me. Caught me. Steadied me.

Oh.

He knew this. He'd done this a hundred times. I just had to hold on and trust him.

I could manage that…I hoped.

We thundered through the woods. Branches whipped past. The moon blazed overhead. The autumn wind roared through my bones and—wait. Was I... enjoying this? The terror was still there, sharp and electric, but underneath it something else thrummed: exhilaration. This was terrifying, yes, but it was also kind of... fun?
My grip on the reins relaxed.

And then—a village. Windows glowing. People looking up as we passed, eyes wide, pointing—

They saw me. Not the bookkeeper. Not the guy who files expense reports. The Horseman.

I raised the pumpkin higher. The horse surged forward like I'd finally understood the assignment.

The autumn wind roared past my bones. The moon blazed overhead. And I felt it—the power, the wildness, the absolute muchness of this moment.

When we circled back to the stables, I didn't head to my desk.
I went straight to HR to ask about next year's tryouts.

All of us were meant for more than small spaces and safe choices. Tonight, I found my wildness—and I'm not giving it back.