Vampire Addams (ON HOLD)

Welcome to Our Humble Aboad

Chapter 2: Welcome to Our Humble Aboad

Lucas just stood there, deciding whether to turn back or to go into the massive mansion. He decided to check if anyone was in there, hoping they would give him directions. He knew it was probably a bad idea to go inside the mansion without figuring out if someone lived there, so he gave it a try.

"H-hello? I-Is anyone home?" Lucas said aloud. He listened for footsteps or a voice, calling from the mansion. Only the wind answered his call. After a few moments, he just thought that the mansion was abandoned.

He turned around to go back, but before he can take a step he heard her. The little girl. Giggling. He heard the fast pace of footsteps running toward him, crunching the twigs and dead leaves in its path! He turned sharply, hoping to see the child again. He still feared her, but it was his only hope of finding a way out. When he turned around, nothing was behind him. More like no one. A chill went down his spine. He was sure he had heard footsteps coming from the house. It seemed so...so...so real. Maybe it's just my imagination, Lucas thought as he turned around again.

When he was about to go back into the woods, a sudden gush of wind pushed him off his feet. Lucas fell to the ground, scared stiff. He turned, frightened at the sudden push, to the house. It was swaying in the gentle breeze, moaning as if it were alive. Something had caught Lucas's attention from a window from the tower. A shadow had moved away from the window, aware of his presence. It was as if the wind was pushing him toward the house, telling him there was nowhere to go, informing whoever was in the house he was there. Lucas stood up, brushing off the leaves and the dirt off his sweater. He looked down at the ground, noticing there was a path of snapped twigs and crushed leaves going toward him. He knew something was running toward him. It had to be something. I have no choice. I have to go in, Lucas thought. He walked toward the iron fence, predicting the events that would proceed. As he neared the gate, a bit of vines parted to reveal an old sign. It read "Beware of Thing".

"What does it mean 'Beware of Thing'?" Lucas asked aloud.

"It means 'Be careful of Thing'. You're funny," a familiar voice said. Lucas looked up and saw the little girl at the other side of the gate.

"Where'd you come from?" Lucas asked, becoming frustrated with the child appearing out of nowhere.

"Where do you think?" the child said smartly. Lucas gulped as he looked up at the house.

"You...you live (gulp) t-there (another gulp) in th-that house?" Lucas stuttered.

"Naturally," the girl answered.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat but-"

"Come one in. Everyone's waiting for you." Lucas turned back to the woods only to find the little girl gone when he turned back.

"Every time this happens," Lucas sighed. He reached to open the gate, only to be left in shock when it opened itself. He reluctantly entered through the gate, jumping when it close all by itself. He looked at the front lawn. At least, that was what he hoped it was. In front of him was a field of bare trees and dead plants. Weeds gathered up in bunches, blocking the path leading up to the front steps. Lucas struggled trying to get onto the front porch. He kept tripping on the overgrown tumbleweeds. When he finally reached the steps, he thought he heard something growl from under the decaying wood. Lucas reached for the doorknob, only to have it open by itself. Lucas entered cautiously, hoping no surprises were in store. Against his wishes, Lucas saw a group of figures facing him.

"Welcome."

Their greeting sounded demonic and inhuman. They looked pale and dead. Not only that, but Lucas also got another image in his mind. This time it was like he was looking at himself. The difference was that he was ghostly white, had much darker hair, and red eyes with slit pupils. He also saw blood stained his sweater. Lucas knew this was not real, but it felt as though it was predicting his fate. When the image faded, one of the people walked toward him.

"Welcome to our humble aboad," said a tall woman wearing a tight, black, v-neck dress. She was pale and had hair flowing down gracefully. She looked just like the woman in Lucas's first vision!

"Hi," Lucas said shyly. The woman was beautiful, a goddess for sure. Her voice was cold, but it lured him into the house. Something was amiss around.

"Let me introduce you to my family," she said, gesturing to the family behind her, "I am Morticia Addams. It is very nice to meet you." Lucas bowed his head respectfully, as a way to say "Nice to meet you too". Morticia stepped back and stood next to a man who was taller than her.
"This is my loving husband Gomez," Morticia said. Lucas observed the man, noting his strong build and menacing look. Gomez was slightly pale with a mustache and a grin that reminded Lucas of a jack-o-lantern. His eyes had a wicked look to them, as if he were plotting something grand.

"How do you do?" Gomez said exuberantly.

"G-good," Lucas stammered. The man's stare seemed as though it were looking deep into his soul, finding out his secrets. Morticia continued.

"These are our two beautiful children, Wednesday and her older brother Pugsley," Morticia said, gesturing to two children. One was chubby boy with a scheming look, which was Pugsley. The other one, however, Lucas immediately recognized. The girl had two long braids, an emotionless look, and a dress with a white collar. She was the same exact girl he has been seeing for the past hour or so. She smiled at him, knowing who he was.

"Be afraid. Be very afraid," the children said in unison. Lucas tried to grin, but he couldn't in this atmosphere. It was very dark and very dusty with the only source of light coming from the moon that was now peeking through the windows on the side. Morticia moved on.

"This is Mama and Uncle Fester," Morticia said, standing next to a bald man with sunken in eyes and a woman with frizzy white hair.

"It's very nice to meet you all. My name is Lu-"

"Lucas. We know. We have been eager to meet you," Morticia said, giving a knowing glare.

There was no way they knew his name. He never told Wednesday ever time they met. He didn't know them before all this, so they could have never known his name. The family seemed to be giving a warning, like a rattlesnake rattling his tail before striking. This family's creepy. Scratch that. They're BEYOND creepy! Lucas thought.