#gloomfilled

halloween/fall starters ! - ( ACCEPTING. )

“The leaves, you say? Do we have a big pile of them outside?” The thought of it makes Gomez light up with the same innocent enthusiasm that his daughter displayed. It was that time of year again and their spirits were high!

an    idle    smile    is    present          upon    the    boy’s    face    as    he    leads    wednesday    through    the    buzzing    arcade.              lights         &         sound   effects    surrounding    them    whilst    illuminating    their   faces    in    a    kaleidoscope    of    colours.                ted    could    smell    the    pizza.       though    he    wanted    to    seem          cool            in    front    of    her           ,            so     he    doesn’t     suggest    they    eat.               instead    assuming    that    showing   off    on    pac-man    would    be    a    better    bet.              but    she    can    play    first.                   because    that    was                      most     gentlemanly.                       “which    one    do    you    want    to    play    first          ,             babe     ?”               he    pauses.                   shaking    his    head.                    smile    fading    for    only    a     few    moments    as    he    corrects    himself.                 “i    mean..         wednesday.”                        he    stops.              pulling    a    coin    from    his    back    pocket.                  “you    can    have    the    first    token.”                     he    grins.

Adam hadn’t been on the grounds of the Addams Estate in a year or so. As a child his Grandmama would often come to visit Mister & Missus Addams, and he would play with Pugsley and Wednesday. Pugsley often got bored however and it left for Wednesday and Adam to find fun. Now at the ripe age of eighteen, he still liked to stop by from time to time. Visit, give his grandmother’s best to the Addamses. He first had stopped by the front and gave Mrs. Addams a few key potion ingredients he had been asked to deliver, and was told Wednesday was out by the graveyard.

“Gracias, mi pequeña.” The card was graciously accepted and his eyes light up. Oh, yes! A masterpiece! As if Wednesday would provide anything else! “Magnificant, Wednesday! The blacks, the reds— Where did you get real blood?” 

The school liked to provide the children with arts and crafts materials, but those usually only consisted of tissue paper, ribbons, and glitter. It was appalling to force children to use such things! Of course, Wednesday had other methods of creating her design!

“The Mothman is a good choice. Quite the ominous presence, don’t you think?” And one that had been sighted numerous times across the country. Gomez was glad Wednesday was so thrilled with the stories! Not that he had expected any other reaction from her.

“I’m partial to the Batsquatch myself. That’s been sighted around Mt. St. Helens.” Which wasn’t far from where they lived. A three-hour drive, he estimates. “How would you feel about going on a drive sometime? We could all go looking for it.” They were a family who knew how to attract the strange and paranormal, so he had high hopes that they would be able to sight it themselves.

WITH SLEEP DISTURBED, AWARENESS SETTLING IN at her daughter’s sudden presence upon the bed. Illuminated by the shake of shoulders that force eyes to open and a deep inhalation of breath seemingly bringing her back to life from the dead. Hands that had once graced her husband’s form now find placement upon Wednesday’s arm as she leans up into a slightly seated position, expression displaying a sense of concern. ❝ Where?! ❞ It takes her but a moment to realize that it had been just a dream. ❝ Oh—— you poor dear. ❞ To think… a child of her own, dreaming of such things! She might have expected it from Pugsley, but not her little girl. Not Wednesday. With arms extended, she pulls the young child into her bosom and holds her close as fingers run through the length of her hair. ❝ Shall I tell you a story, petite chauve-souris? One filled with torture and decay within the throws of the Spanish Inquisition, perhaps? ❞ There was one in particular to which Wednesday always loved: of two lovers flagellated and then boiled alive. Surely, it would appease her subconscious and dissuade the turbulence of  such obscure pleasantries.