And you are my sun (wenclair)

Chapter 5

The campfire crackled merrily as Gomez added more pieces of wood to it. The flames waved in the wind and Enid held her hands out for warmth. The light of the fire danced across the people sitting by it.

"Whose ready for some ghost stories?" Pugsley asked with a wide grin.

Enid had been hoping to avoid this part of camping. She wondered if it wasn't too late to claim she needed to wolf out and run away before she could hear anything spooky. Wednesday's hand latched onto hers, giving Enid comfort.

"I have one ready," Gomez stated, eagerly rubbing his hands together. "This one is about the homeowners association."

Enid arched up a brow. Homeowners association? That wasn't spooky at all. As Gomez spun his tale, Enid found herself not scared in the least. To the Addams, normal things seemed to be frightening. They all shuddered with fear when Gomez completed his story. Pugsley told his own version of a horror story featuring being stuck in a normal school, before the family decided to roast hot dogs over the fire.

Once midnight arrived it was time to sleep in the tents they'd set up. Wednesday and Enid were going to share their own, albeit sleep in their separate sleeping bags.

With the flashlight turned off, it was dark outside. Enid laid down, listening to the calming sounds of nature as she allowed herself to drift off. A loud noise awakened her, forcing her to sit up. Enid kept her ears pricked. She could make out a large shadow outside the tent; it didn't seem human. Was it an animal?

But it didn't sound like an animal should.

Enid looked over at Wednesday who slept peacefully, arms crossed over her chest. "Wednesday," Enid whispered at her. She did not wake. Enid crept out of her bag and gently shook Wednesday's shoulder. "Wake up," she whispered again.

Wednesday's eyes popped open and she inhaled sharply.

"What's the matter, Enid," she asked.

"Something's wrong."

"Did the ghost stories frighten you?" Wednesday asked.

"No," Enid shook her head. "It's....there's something outside the tent, Wednesday." She whispered frightfully, ears pricked for the slicking sound outside. She could smell it through the thin fabric walls. "It's not human. And it's not animal."

Wednesday seemed barely bothered by this. She rolled back her sleeping bag, urging Enid to come in. "Go to sleep." A silent shadow swooped over the tent, briefly drawing Enid's attention to it. It had a distinct bird like shape.

"But Wednesday-" Enid started, growing even more worried about the shadow that appeared as quickly as it disappeared.

"Enid, do you sense it anymore?" Wednesday asked. Enid paused, tuning all her senses towards where the sounds had come from. Silence. It was as if it had turned into nothing.

"Where did it go-?" that only set her more on edge. She would fight tooth and nail to protect Wednesday and her family.

"Somewhere where it is no longer our concern," Wednesday said, stifling a yawn. "Come into the bag, Enid. We must rest for tomorrow's hike."

How could Wednesday be so blasé about this? Enid wanted to check outside and patrol the area to make sure it was truly gone. Even if she was scared, she would fight it. She was a big bad wolf now. She could hold her own.

But if Wednesday was calm about this, then so would Enid be. She slid into the bag with Wednesday, finding it nice and warm inside. Wednesday was already drifting back off to sleep and Enid curled into her. It took a while for her heart to stop racing and for her to stop listening, worried that the thing would return.