The rest of the night passed awkwardly for Polnareff. He should've been happy, seeing that it was his anniversary, but his head spun like socks in a dryer. There was another psychic in town! He had absolutely no clue what she was doing there, and her friend was suspicious too. Did they know he was a vampire? Even worse, did she know that he knew she was psychic? He crawled into his coffin a worried man, turned into his bat form, and lay there rigidly until Avdol showed up.
"What's wrong, Jean?" He asked. "You're in your bat form in the coffin, which you never do."
The bat rolled his tiny eyes, and sat up, before turning back into Jean.
"It's that British lady who showed up. Does she know that we're paranormal? I mean, she was giving off psychic energy." He said, pulling his knees to his chest.
"That's true... Still, humans fear our kind. We can just scare her off if she gets too nosey." Avdol replied, climbing into the coffin and spooning Polnareff so that he was the big spoon.
"You're right, Momo. I forget that humans are meant to fear us, so it puzzles me what they write all those romances about us. I mean... Vampires don't date humans, and why would we let them interview us?"
He snuggled closer to his lover.
"Anyway, good morning, Momo."
"Good morning, Jean."

Over hills and forests and mountains he rode. He never rested at night, for it was his duty to ride through the darkness and hunt down the wicked. The giant horse's hooves thundered on the ground, spiked horseshoes throwing clods of dirt into the air as he clutched onto the barbed wire reins. His scythe was strapped to his back, and one hand held the reins as another clutched a black leather riding crop. The horse rode through the huge pine forests, ghostly and dark amongst the endless seas of icy, damp mist that shrouded the entire Pacific Northwest. The rider heard a twinge in his ear, and a familiar voice sounded out.
"Jonathan... I need you to do some scaring. Samhain is rapidly approaching, and I want humans to KNOW what terror feels like when faced with the creatures that they love to masquerade as. Go down to the pumpkin patch in the town you always go to- there's some rowdy teens that need scaring there."
"Yes, My Lord." The rider replied. He tugged on the reins, and his steed rode towards Windknight's Lot, spreading terror as he went.

Koichi hadn't wanted to come out at night, but Hazamada and Shigechi had talked him into it. The teen was short for his age, and most people mistook him for being 11, although he was really 15. Shigechi munched on a bag of Reese's pieces as Hazamada gloomily stomped through the pumpkin patch. It was a huge expanse of land, covered in giant orange gourds of all shapes and sizes.
"Check out what I got! I stole it off my cousin when he visited the other day." Hazamada said, pulling a vape pen out of his pocket.
"Ooh, it's cotton candy flavoured! Man, I love cotton candy." Shigechi grinned, revealing his stumpy teeth.
"Should we really be doing this? Aren't vapes, like... Bad for you?" Koichi asked, apprehensive as ever.
"Don't be such a baby!" Hazamada snorted, taking a puff. He threw it to Shigechi, who did the same. The dark-haired boy turned his head, and gave a shudder at what he saw.
"Guys... Look at that scarecrow. It's fuckin' creepy." He shuddered. There was indeed a figure of a man with a pumpkin for a head in the distance, on what appeared to be a fake horse.
"Isn't there an urban legend that the Headless Horseman rides through town every Halloween?" Koichi trembled, wishing that he'd stayed home and done his algebra homework.
"That's Sleepy Hollow, idiot. Anyway..." Hazamada began, before Shigechi let out a loud shriek.
"IT'S MOVING!"

He was correct. What they had thought to be a scarecrow was moving, hand rising to remove the gourd head from the shoulders. Koichi screamed, and the figure gave a terrifying laugh as he drew his scythe, and the horse reared up, revealing fanged teeth as it did so.
"GEMMEOUTTAHEEEERE!" Hazamada yelled, turning and running as the horseman advanced. The horse had blue flames for a mane, but Koichi was in no mood to stay around and stare, as he was currently busy running like hell back home. They ran down the hill, up the road, and into the bright, fluorescent lights of a nearby supermarket. The horseman hadn't even chased them down the hill, he was currently riding off into the forest. He didn't like scaring kids- but his master demanded it. Meanwhile, the three teens ran around the store screaming their heads off, until Shigechi ran smack-bang into Erina.
"Oh, goodness, are you ok?" She asked. Speedwagon looked up from the cart he was pushing, and Hazamada gabbled out their woeful tale.
"Pumpkinpatchhorseguynoheadhesgonnakillmeeeeeeeeee!" The teen whined, trembling like a bouncy castle in a hurricane.
"Did you say a man with no head?" Speedwagon gasped.
"Yeah... Like the local legend. There's stuff in the town museum about him." Koichi replied, offering his handkerchief to Hazamada (who was lying on the floor weeping.)
The two paranormal investigators turned to on another, and nodded. Tomorrow, they were going to get into the museum, and find out EVERYTHING about this horseman!

That night, after a supper of tinned spaghetti, tinned hotdogs and frozen vegetables (affectionately dubbed "dog food" by Speedwagon) Erina went to bed. She pulled on her pyjama set and curled up in her bunk, hearing the sounds of night birds hooting to one another as Speedwagon turned off his radio, pulled on the old band tee and sweatpants that he always slept in, and wound down for the night. Erina always fell asleep easily, but as usual, her dreams were weird. She was standing in a huge, dark cavern, made out of obsidian and human bones. The bones lined the walls like a cathedral, making patterns of skulls and femurs. Huge, ghostly trees towered over her, their dead branches reaching out like clawed fingers into the misty air. There, surrounded by all of this, stood a man on horseback.
"My love?" He asked, with a beautiful, upper class British accent. Erina's heart swelled with joy, as although she didn't know who this man was, she felt a sense of familiarity upon seeing him. She ran up to him and climbed on his horse, and the two met in a sweet kiss. His lips were soft and warm, yet they oddly tasted like...
Pumpkin spice?
Erina opened her eyes, and gave a gasp. The man's head was now a wickedly grinning pumpkin, spewing blue flames from the mouth.
"You're a monster!" She cried. But she wasn't deterred- because despite being terrifying, Erina felt love like no other for this strange man of her dreams. It was thrilling to know that this creature of nightmares adored her, as if she was a precious treasure and not just an ignored daughter of two rich people who sired her yet could never truly be called parents. But as she reached out a hand to hold his, the cavern crumbled around her, and her eyes flew open in shock.
There she was. In the Winnebago, with Speedwagon snoring in the bunk above. With her mind full of the Headless Horseman.

Meanwhile, Polnareff was in a bit of a pickle. Today was the day that the Horseman arrived, and yet he was having trouble getting dressed. The trouble appeared in the form of a black and white Chupacabra who seemed to think that running into Polnareff's room and grabbing his trousers from the stool he kept his clothes on was absolutely hilarious. Jean, who was currently in just his strappy top and boxers (white with red hearts) was chasing Iggy around the house, yet the Chupacabra wouldn't be deterred. Joseph had put on a collared shirt and tie, and yet Iggy was happy to play the fool and deprive Polnareff of his trousers. And they were the perfect ones, they went amazingly with his top!
"Uh, Polnareff, maybe you should..." Kakyoin began, but he wasn't deterred. Iggy charged out of the door, and the vampire chased after him, screaming bloody murder.
"WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I'M GONNA TURN YOU INTO A TEA COSY!" He yelled, before Iggy suddenly stopped. Polnareff grabbed the creature in his hands, mind focused on only one task- retrieving his jeans- and started to tug the garment out of Iggy's jaws.
"Stupid mutt, why did you do that?" He chided.
"Jean, now isn't a good time!" Avdol called.
"Why, it's not like the Headless Horseman is about to..." Polnareff stopped as he heard hoofbeats on the ground, and that dreaded rider on the dark horse rode up before them. There he was, the very poster boy of Halloween, beloved by monsters everywhere- and Polnareff was greeting him by wrestling a dog in his underwear.
"Good grief..." Jotaro sighed, tugging his cap down as Iggy gave a shrieking laugh at Polnareff's blushing face. Tonight WASN'T off to a good start!