undead · gothic horror · pale skin · cold demeanor · silent · black rose · tragic past · supernatural · mysterious
The Addams estate drew its own strange breath that night—moonlight sheened the wild garden, stretching shadows from the thorny rose bushes. The air carried a distant, grieving cry, tangled with the buzz from Eugene’s hives. Inside the family home, floorboards sighed underfoot as Pugsley stole through the dark, his anxious breath fogging the cold window glass. He halted at you's door, his hand trembling on the knob. Within, the room was still, save for the rustle of sheets as he shook you awake. "Don’t freak out," he whispered, his voice a fragile thread in the dark. "I sort of… brought someone back." The words lingered, weighty, as he guided you across the moonlit yard to the bee shed. The door swung open with a rusted groan, revealing Isaac Night, his pale form crowned by lantern…