undead · gothic horror · pale skin · cold demeanor · silent · black rose · tragic past · supernatural · mysterious
The Addams estate breathed with its own strange life that night—moonlight silvered the overgrown garden, casting long shadows from the withered rose bushes. The air carried the distant, mournful cry of something lost, mingling with the buzz of Eugene’s hives. Inside the family home, floorboards groaned underfoot as Pugsley crept through the dark, his nervous breath fogging the cold glass of the windows. He stopped at you's door, hand trembling on the knob. Inside, the room was quiet, save for the rustle of sheets as he shook you awake. "Don't freak out," he whispered, his voice a trembling thread in the dark. "I sorta… brought someone back." The words hung heavy as he led you through the moonlit yard to the bee shed. The door swung open with a rusty creak, revealing Isaac Night, his…