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01 - pilot

The Harmon family stood in front of their soon to be new house. After a long drive, Valerie couldn't have cared less about where they were, and more the fact she could move freely and stand up — or walk — basically she didn't like being forced to sit down for however long they had been driving, even if she sits down for the long by her own choice normally.

"I love it." Ben Harmon mused, pressing the doorbell with a toothy grin. He turned back to his family. "Don't you love it, hon? I mean, it looks even better than it did online."

Vivien nodded — holding her dog close to her chest — as she smiled lightly, taking in the views of their new home to be. "Yeah, it's interesting." She said as Ben placed his arm around her.

Valerie and Violet shared a look, a lot less interested in the place they were to live in. It was no secret they hadn't wanted to move. Sure, their lives hadn't been particularly amazing beforehand but it was still their lives and their childhoods that they had left behind.

The worst part about them moving was that it felt like a cover-up for the heartbreak they had all endured.

The sisters turned their attention to their parents.

"Great. So we're the Addams Family now." Violet muttered from where she and her sister sat on a wall.

Valerie chuckled. "Lighten up, Wednesday Addams, maybe there'll be fewer dickheads." She whispered, placing her head on Violet's shoulders.

Violet rested her head against her sister's dark hair. "As if."

The girls chuckled lightly.

"Yeah, I don't why I said that."

Ben looked over at his daughters, a small smile on his lips.

Valerie and Violet had always been close — even when they argued, and when they argued it was as though it was the end of the world.

"Hey, crabby pants one and two." He called. Valerie and Violet looked at him, their heads snapping up quickly. "Come here."

They got off the wall and made their way over, been pulled into their father's arms.

"What are you doing?" Vivien questioned

"Isn't this place amazing?" He asked his daughters, brushing off his wife's words.

The door was opened from behind them and the four pulled away and turned around to see their realtor, Marcy.

"Welcome." Marcy greeted. "The four face It's a classic L.A. Victorian. Built around 1920 by the doctor to the stars at the time." Marcy began to announce as the family cautiously walked it. "It's just fabulous. These are real Tiffany fixtures. As you can see, the previous owners really loved this place like a child. They restored everything."

"Gay?" Vivien asked, gaining a small look from her husband.

Valerie could easily say the house was decent looking, but she could also say how dark and twisted it felt. It was as though each of the walls held a sinister secret, one she can only assume she wouldn't like to find out.

"What do you think?"

"Tiffany. Wow." Ben whispered to his blonde daughter, Violet gave him a blank look, being nudged in response to the look that did grow a smile on her face.

Soon the hallway became the kitchen.

Valerie pulled off her sunglasses, watching as her younger sister rolled her eyes at her father's previous action. She chuckled lowly, following the other three into the kitchen whilst tugging Violet with her.