Chapter 1

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Since there aren't many fanfictions about the Addams family, I wanted to add one. The whole plot is based on the original series from the 60s and while writing that, I had Carolyn Jones and John Astin on my mind.
By the way, English isn't my native tongue but I tried my best, so please give me a hand (or should I say 'thing'?) and let me know if you find any errors or mistakes. I also appreciate feedback and comments a lot ♡



It was a gloomy, foggy evening, traversed by rain and a stormy thunderstorm. Typical weather for this time of the year. While it was hated by most people, it was right on the mark for the Addams family.

The bright thunderbolts outside of the window lit up the whole living area from time to time and rumbling noises shattered throughout the big mansion.

While Morticia was crocheting another sweater for one of Gomez‘ many cousins, the man himself was studying the newspaper, naturally making a headstand, while doing so.

„Querida! That wonderfully awful weather in combination with my Zen-Yogi really borders on a miracle for my mental health. What a big impact those nice, little circumstances can have on your mind is truly remarkable“, he sighed and changed pages of his newspaper „The feeling of your blood rising to your head and the constant hope that a strayed lightning flash might strike through our roof for sure is incomparable!“

The black haired beauty smiled at her husband with a fond look on her delicate face „Oh, you do speak some true facts, mon cher!“ Preoccupied, she devoted herself to her knitting again, barely noticing how Gomez jumped onto his feet again, turning to his wife „Tish, you spoke French!“, with a habitual grasp he took her arm and started to spread kisses from her knuckles to her neck. „You know it drives me wild when you do that! Say some more!“

She patted his cheek and looked up into his eyes „Not now, my darling. Something doesn’t seem quite right!“

He straightened himself and looked at her with a worried face „What is it, Tish? Will you get sick?“, he felt her forehead „Just look out of the Windows! Today is not the right time for grief! You can do that when the sun is shining!“ He gestured dramatically and tried to lift her mood. „Gomez darling, everyday is the right time for grief and gloominess! But this time it feels different. Something is off!“

She rose from her chair and with a last look out of the window she made her way to the stairs.

The moonlight shone on her black hair and made it sparkle brightly, whereas her blue eyes seemed to glow even more mighty.

„I think I will just go to bed and give it a rest. It’s already late, dear. Don’t stay up too long!“

She walked past the coffee table and the sofa until she reached the banister and a strange darkness overtook her. She felt dizzy and was hardly able to stand on her own feet. Taken by the sudden sensation she collapsed at the stairway.

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