a/n: Finally updated. Sorry to you all about the wait. Work and uni (the usual excuses). I promise to start updating more at the end of the semester.

Arthur Henson was staring at the house across the street. He didn't know why, but there was something about that house that just gave him the strangest feeling. Charity, his wife, came out of their own house, carrying a tray of tea and biscuits. She stopped when she saw he was looking at something, moving to stand beside him, she followed his line of sight. She too, saw the house.

"Arthur, dear?" she wondered aloud.

He started as if he didn't know she was there, coming out of the trance-like state he looked toward his wife.

"Yes?" he asked, feeling almost confronted, although, he didn't know why.

"Why were you staring at that house?"

"I don't know," came the reply, "there's something about that house…it makes me almost wish we hadn't moved here."

"Oh Arthur," Charity dismissed him, "we've barely been here an hour and you're already regretting it. This place is fine, you're just tired from moving," she raised the tray slightly, so he noticed it in her hands, "come, let's have some tea and finish packing after we've both had a bit of rest."

Arthur nodded in agreement, "All right."

They sat on the front verandah, each on an unpacked box, with a third between them to rest the tray.

Charity poured the tea and handed Arthur his cup.

"Thank you," he took a tentative sip, "this is lovely Charity."

She blushed in response. And then, their moment was interrupted.

"Hey! Pugsley!" a whine came loudly, "that's not fair!"

"It is too Wednes, it's my turn to carry the sack, you got to last time!" replied an equally loud voice.

Arthur and Charity looked across the street. Two oddly dressed children were tugging on a sack, the contents of which appeared to be alive and moving. The husband and wife exchanged a look these were their neighbours?

"Oh oh!" both the children's voices sounded.

Arthur and Charity jumped up in shock. Bats were escaping from the bag!

"Look what you did Pugsley!"

"Me?! That was your fault!"

At the sound of the raised voices of the children the front door of the house swung open and out came an elderly woman.

She ushered the children inside quickly and the bickering subsided.

Charity looked at her husband, "These are our neighbours? Arthur! They had bats in a sack!"

Arthur just stared in shock.

"Arthur!"

He shook his head, "I knew that house had a weird vibe."

"Are you going to do anything?" she asked.

"What can we do?"

With a groan their neighbour's gate opened. A woman, of average height and tiny frame exited through it. She was clad in black with a veil and parasol to complete the ensemble. She carried a small black clutch, clearly on her way to do some shopping. She walked in small, quick steps, and within an instant she had disappeared around the corner.

"Well," said Arthur, unsure as to exactly how he ought to finish that sentence. His wife wasn't paying attention, she was still peering into the yard of the neighbours.

"What kind of a dog is that?" she asked, wary of the answer.

In the yard a large, bald man had appeared, he appeared to be playing catch with a dog. The small bundle of hair ran after the ball, squealing all the way.

"Itt!" called the man, "get ready, this one's going to be hard to catch!"

He threw the ball overarm, it landed in the dirt in front of him.

"Weird," he remarked as he picked the ball back up.

The dog seemed to be speaking gibberish.

"You're right," agreed the bald man, "this would be easier to play inside."

The pair took off, the man through the front door and the, well, it couldn't have been a dog, thought Charity, whatever it was went inside through the second story window.

"I couldn't explain that one if I tried," remarked Arthur.

This time it was Charity who was speechless. She tried to sip her tea when a loud engine roaring interrupted her.

The strangest car had pulled up outside the neighbour's house. A man of magnificent stature emerged from it in full Chauffeur gear. He went around to the passenger side, and pulled something out of the glovebox. It was a small box. As the tall man walked away the lid opened. And of all things, a hand peeked out from inside. It appeared to notice the Hensons and gave them a polite wave, before shutting the lid of the box and disappearing.

"Did you just-?" asked Charity, not even sure of what she had just seen.

"I believe so," replied Arthur.

"What is going on at that house?" asked Charity.

Arthur just shook his head.

The front door of the house opened and a man walked out. He was the first normal looking person the Hensons had seen.

"I'm going to introduce myself and find out," whispered Arthur.

"Oh dear, please don't" said Charity.

Arthur ignored her, stood up, and walked across the street.

The man appeared to be doing some maintenance on the fence. As Arthur got nearer it looked almost as if the man were filing the metal into a sharp point. He shuddered, but the man had seen him now, Arthur could not turn back.

"Well, hi there!" exclaimed the man with a broad grin, just visible beneath his thick moustache.

Arthur smiled awkwardly.

"Gomez Addams," the man introduced himself, "I'm your new neighbour!"