My ghouls, it seems this story is not yet over! After quite some time, I finally decided to continue this, though I had no intention of doing so initially. I hope you enjoy this addition to my story. xoxo

Slowly Morticia opened her eyes, blinking away her sleep. As her eyes adjusted, her hearing was intensified. The wind howled outside the open window, as another storm blew in. The room was chill as the embers of the fire quietly cracked against the cold. She breathed in heavily, the scent of snow heavy in the air. She was warm beneath the blankets of expensive silk and fur. She stirred slightly, the soft mink fur glided across her bare skin. Her eyes finally adjusted to the pale morning, winter light. She sat up, keeping the blankets around her. A small smile sat on her lips, which had been a rare thing ever since Gomez had gone missing. There were days where she didn't even get out of bed. Refusing to speak to anyone or even eat. Her diet had suffered sufficiently during that time. She had always been thin, but she was healthy. Morticia reached around herself and ran her fingers across the rib bones which protruded from her skin. Though she had always admired skeletal women, she had never wished to part with her own curves. She had just enough to drive men wild. It was one of the first things Gomez had admired about her; he was always wild about her hips.
Morticia looked around the room, though she wasn't sure what was she was looking for. Snow began to twirl into the room from outside, the wind whistling through the old wood. Morticia pulled the fur blanket around her and stood from the bed, the floor beneath her ice cold. She moseyed toward the window and latched it shut. Looking out onto the grounds of the estate, she observed the cemetery. The monument for Gomez stood out above the rest. Perhaps she would visit it again today. That's when Morticia suddenly remembered the events of the previous night. She spun around quickly, her eyes darting around the room. Yet nothing was out of place, other than the rumpled bedding. She ran across the cold floor toward her closet, grabbing one of his favorite dresses. She threw it on, not even worrying about lingerie. Quickly, she brushed her silky raven hair and put on a little makeup. Tossing the blanket toward the bed, Morticia rushed out the bedroom door. Her pounded in her chest as she made her way down the hall and toward the stairs. As she descended, she could see little Wednesday playing in the living room floor. "Wednesday darling," she called out.

The little girl's head shot up and she dropped her doll. She stumbled to her feet and stood motionless as Morticia glided toward her. Morticia knelt down and wrapped her arms around her daughter. Wednesday's hands reached up and barely touched her mother. Morticia sat back on her knees, her hands running down Wednesday's braids, "How are you this morning, my angel?" she asked.

Wednesday's eyes scanned her mother's face. Seeing her tidy hair and makeup was something Wednesday had not seen in some time. She was also confused by this sudden burst of affection. "Mother, are you alright?" she piped up.
Morticia lighted slightly, "Yes, yes I am," grabbing her daughter in an embrace once again, "Mommy is alright."
Wednesday wrapped her arms around her mother and squeezed tightly, "I missed you," she whispered.
Morticia's mouth dropped a little, oh how she had neglected her own offspring. While she was wallowing in melancholy over the loss of her love, she had forgotten that the product of just that was forgotten and left alone. Her children had lost both parents. Morticia sighed and released Wednesday after a long moment, "Where is your father, darling?"
Wednesday turned her head and furrowed her brow, "Father?" she muttered.
"Yes, I haven't seen him this morning." Morticia said, stroking Wednesday's braids again.
Wednesday suddenly frowned, tears filling up her eyes. Morticia sat back, "What's the matter, dear?" she asked.
Wednesday began to cry, little sobs escaping her throat, "Father isn't here, Mommy. Don't you remember?"
Morticia froze, her body going completely numb. Wednesday picked up her doll and scurried off out of sight. Morticia's ears rang, and her heart pounded once more. She
felt her stomach turn and her breath shorten. Slowly she stood, swaying slightly. Morticia ran toward the nearest doorway, feeling as if she was in slow motion. She ran through every room, falling into the walls and stumbling across the floor, every room spinning silently. Once she was back in the main room again, she felt herself falling over but didn't bother to catch herself. That's when a pair of large arms caught her just before she hit the floor. She looked up, though her daze, and saw Lurch staring down at her. "Mrs. Addams?" he groaned. It was then when the room stopped spinning and time sped up and before Morticia realized it she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Lurch tried to hold her as she kicked and screeched. Uncle Fester ran in from the next room to Morticia, "What's happened, Lurch?" he asked.
Morticia reached over and grabbed Fester by his fur collar, "Where is he?" she shouted, "where is Gomez?"
Fester grabbed her hands, shaking his head, "Morticia, don't you remember?" he said.
Morticia pushed off of him, screaming as loudly as she possibly could. She screamed until all of the air in her lungs was gone, and through lack of oxygen everything went black.