The next morning was bright and sunny. Headless Manorwas just as creepy as ever, even in the daylight.

The ghouls were enjoying a lovely breakfast in the spooky kitchen courtesy of the Headless Horseman himself.

In his best 'Kiss The Spook' apron, he made ghost toast, scrambled devil eggs with sliced blood oranges.

Luckily, none of the food was aged as the house.

"A toast to a new morning!" Draculaura said, holding up her ghost toast.

The ghoulfriends laughed.

The Headless Horseman heard their happy laughter and kind compliments. It felt o wonderful having company, he's never had company over, especially make breakfast for his company!

"Come on and have a seat, grandpa!" Helen said. "You need too!"

The horseman removed his apron and joined his guests for breakfast. The ghouls watched in fascination seeing him eat.

Since he had no head, the dullahan simply put his food down his neck hole. There were chewing sounds heard, then swallowing.

Helen was so amazed, her grandfather was cool even when he's eating!

"So, what's your big plan to get the head, Helen?" asked Cleo.

Helen puffed her chest with pride. "It's simple. Pop and I will go into the museum and snoop around for clues. We'll make sure not to arouse suspicion."

"You call that a plan?!" said Clawdeen.

"Well, do you have a better plan?" Helen retorted.

Clawdeen opened her mouth, then closed it. "Okay, you win."

"Good! So, it's off to the museum!" Helen said.

With his disguise back on, The Headless Horseman and Helen returned to the town and went to the museum.

It was open. But there wasn't anyone around.

The Headless Horseman put his hands out to detect his head. His fingers twitched in shock.

"What's wrong?!"

The horseman furiously wrote another note.

MY HEAD IS NOT THERE ANYMORE!

"What?!" Helen cracked her knuckles. "Okay, I smell a rat! I'll go in and interrogate who's in charge here. Pop, stay here and keep an eye out for any shady characters!"

Her grandfather saluted and leaned against the gate in a very smooth way.

Helen marched up to the museum and entered. "Hello?"

A skinny man in a brown suit came running out. "I-I'm terribly sorry! But we're closed!" He brushed back his dusty brown hair.

"Closed? But the sign said open!" Helen said. She saw the sweat beading on the man's forehead.

Perhaps this is her rat.

"W-Well, we're having a spot of trouble here at the museum." the feeble man said.

"What kind of trouble?" Helen questioned.

Before the man spoke, loud footsteps boomed towards him.

"Don't listen to him!" Another man came in. Unlike the first man, he was tall, muscular, and wore an orange polo shirt and blue jeans. "Of course this place is open! He's just spreading rumors about ghosts haunting this place!"

"Ghosts?!" First the Headless Horseman and now ghosts?! Helen excitement escalated.

"There are no ghosts!" snapped the orange brick house. "I'm surrounded by sissies!" He stomped away.

"Uh...what was that?" Helen asked when the man left.

"That was Tucker Bones. He's the football coach at Sleepy Hollow High school. He stormed in here this morning saying his son and his friends saw a couple of headless ghosts outside the museum last night."

Helen tensed up. And so did her grandfather.

They were those Headless ghosts that scared the sweat off those jocks last night!

"Mr. Bones thought it was a prank that I orchestrated. So he came here to chew me out for scaring his son." The man nervously looked around and leaned in very close. "But...I think there are ghosts here!"

"What makes you say that?"

"Well...last night, when I was working late on paperwork, I heard...laughter." He gulped. "Deep, horrible, ghostly laughter!"

"Hm, ghostly laughter. Interesting..." The mystery of the museum deepens. "Can I ask you something, Mr...?"

"Crane. Charles Crane."

"Wait! You mean, like Ichabod Crane?! Like in the story?!"

"Yes," Charles sighed, exasperated. "Like in the story."

"Wow! It's an honor to meet you, Sir!" Helen grabbed his hand and shook it. She just had to shake it.

Charles rolled his eyes. "Likewise."

"So, who do think is haunting the museum, Mr. Crane?" Helen asked. "I'm a bit of a ghost expert. Is it...the Headless Horseman, by any chance?"

Charles turned pale. Good, she had him on the ropes. "Do you think the ghost of the Headless Horseman has returned? Looking for his lost head?!"

"Uh, uh, I just remembered! I have uh, more paperwork to do!" Charles "excused" Helen from the museum by shoving her out. "Thank you for your time! Good day!" He shut the door. Helen heard it lock.

"Hmph," Helen walked away and returned to her grandfather. "I think we found our first suspect."