Shadows of Nevermore

Chapter IV

After a rather unsettling morning and a quiet lunch at the Weathervane, Wednesday decided it was time to return to her sanctuary. The walk back to her decrepit house in Jericho was brisk, the chill in the air serving as a welcome distraction from the thoughts swirling in her mind.

Once inside, she moved through the darkened halls with a sense of purpose, eager to return to her writing. She settled at her desk, the typewriter waiting for her like an old friend. Just as she was about to place a new sheet of paper into the machine, a faint glow from the corner of the room caught her attention.

Wednesday turned her head and saw the crystal ball on her shelf shimmering with an otherworldly light. She sighed, recognizing the unmistakable sign of her parents attempting to make contact. Reluctantly, she rose from her chair and approached the crystal ball, the glow intensifying as she drew nearer.

She placed her hands on either side of the ball, and the swirling mists within cleared to reveal the familiar faces of Gomez and Morticia Addams. Gomez's mustache twitched with excitement, and Morticia's eyes gleamed with their usual ethereal glow.

"Wednesday, my darling tormenta!" Gomez exclaimed, his voice filled with paternal enthusiasm. "We missed you at the wedding yesterday!"

"Indeed," Morticia added, her voice smooth and hauntingly melodic. "It was a rather splendid affair. Cousin Balthazar married a lovely banshee."

Wednesday's expression remained impassive. "I'm sure it was delightful," she replied, her tone flat. "What do you want?"

"To share our joy, of course!" Gomez said, his eyes twinkling. "The ceremony was held in a wonderfully macabre castle, complete with dungeons and secret passages."

"And the reception," Morticia continued, "was held in a graveyard at midnight. The ambiance was simply to die for."

Wednesday resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "How charming."
"It was incredibly sweet," Morticia gushed, her gaze turning dreamy as she looked at Gomez. "The way Balthazar gazed into her eyes, it was like watching a vampire behold the full moon for the first time."

"Indeed," Gomez agreed, his eyes fixed on Morticia with adoration. "And when they recited their vows, it was as if the darkness itself wept with joy."

Morticia sighed, leaning closer to Gomez. "Oh, Gomez, it reminds me so much of our wedding. Do you remember how you pledged to adore me until the last spider's web was spun?"

Gomez took Morticia's hand and kissed it passionately. "Cara mia, I would walk through the fires of the underworld just to see you smile."

Morticia's eyes fluttered, and she leaned in for a kiss, their romantic moment intensifying.

Wednesday cleared her throat loudly, her expression one of sheer disgust. "If you're quite finished, I'd prefer not to witness this nauseating display of affection."

Gomez and Morticia broke apart, though their gazes remained locked with undiminished love. "Ah, our little raven," Gomez said with a chuckle. "Always the realist."

"How are you settling into your new home, darling?" Morticia asked, her gaze softening with maternal concern. "Jericho must provide ample inspiration for your writing."

"It does," Wednesday replied tersely. "Though I find these interruptions less than inspiring."

Gomez chuckled, undeterred by her cool demeanor. "Always the writer, our sinister star. We just wanted to check in and see how you're doing."

"I'm fine," Wednesday said, her patience wearing thin.

"And Pugsley?" Morticia asked.

"Yes," Wednesday replied, "he arrived safely."