Her feet slapped the soaked ground and splashed muddy water into the air. Wednesday followed a long gravel path to the back of the house until she saw the giant dead tree that kept the graveyard in its shadow. She slowed her pace as she neared the scraggly, towering tree.
Once she was past the end of the house, the cemetery was fully in view. Wednesday walked toward the never ending patch of land covered in granite headstones and memorials. As she neared her first headstone, she squinted to read to read the name.
"Tabitha Addams…some people are just so lucky." Wednesday said mysteriously as she walked past the headstone; scraping her fingernails across the name carved on the front.
Wednesday continued to stroll down the water logged graveyard path toward the crypt in the center. The water poured down onto the crypt, surrounding it with a moat-like puddle. When Wednesday arrived at the door to the crypt, she looked up at the threshold above her. She reached up and ran her fingertips over the crease between the threshold and the crypt wall. Finally, she felt what she was looking for and grabbed it. Wednesday brought her hand down to her face and opened it. In her hand she held large, ornate skeleton key. Wednesday put the bronze colored key in the large keyhole on the crypt's door and turned it forcefully.
The keyhole creaked and clicked as Wednesday finished turning the key. She felt the lock release its grip on the doorway and she pushed hard on the door until she felt it shift. Wednesday pushed harder until the door finally gave way and opened; scraping against the cement floor of the crypt.
When the door was open as wide as it could go; Wednesday stood in the doorway and took a deep breath through the nose. The crypt was dank, dark, and musty. That was just the way little Wednesday liked it. She walked over to the center of the crypt to a human length cement podium. Wednesday crawled onto the podium and lay out on top of it. She crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes and sighed. She put Marie Antoinette on the right side of the podium next to her. Wednesday lay on the podium; silently listening to the rain fall and the thunder rip the heavens apart.