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Thunder boomed louder than ever as Tully and Margret Alford hastened into the house, Lurch took their coats. Wednesday stood to welcome the visitors at the door with a somber expression. "Big night for you guys ay small fry?" Tully asked the child.

Margret finally managed to get her coat off, now with her hair askew she turned to Wednesday with a tired smile, "Hello sweet heart." She outstretched her hands which had been bound together with a decorative, golf finger trap. Severus who stood behind Morticia on the stairs had to cover his mouth to avoid sniggering.

Wednesday gracefully held down the ears of the dragon on either side and released Mrs. Tully's fingers, which she shook violently while whispering "thank god"

"Welcome honored guests" Morticia purred, causing the Alfords to look up, "Entrees?" Grandmother Addams smiled cheerfully and offer then unappetizing looking finger foods on a silver tray. Margret nudged her husband and gestured discretely at Severus, who passively gazed at them with distinct disinterest.

"Mother Mary, theres more of them." She whispered. Morticia turned around and smiled, "Yes, How rude of me, Margret and Tully this is my elder brother, Severus." She pointed at the dark looking man behind her

"Severus this is our lawyer Tully Alford and his wife Margaret, they will be joining us for the Séance" Severus nodded politely. "Well it's nice to meet you." Margret said as she slid behind her husband. "Gomez will be joining us soon, but for now I suggest we convene in the Dining room until everything is ready." Morticia glided down the steps as they filled into the parlor.

Zombies in the front, normal in the middle, assorted weirdo's in the rear. Tully thought bitterly, caught between Margaret and Wednesday as they tried to file down an extremely tight hall, causing them to walk in a single file line.

In the dinning there was a long table of dark wood, surrounded by just enough chairs. Soon they were joined by Gomez looking half hopeful, and half fearful, and by Grandmother Addams who carried a large glass crystal ball, which sat on a twisted black podium and sat it in front of Morticia, who sat beside her brother.

Lurch sat at his pipe organ and played a haunting tone by Bach. "Sing O Spirits, Harken all souls," Morticia called, "Every year on this date we offer a clarion call to Fester Addams."

Pugsley silently raised a large knife at Wednesday who glared at him, "Stop it." She hissed. "Pugsley." Gomez warned and held out his hand, the young boy grinned sheepishly and handed his father the weapon. "Kids." He shrugged as the Alfords chuckled awkwardly.

"From Generation to Generation." Morticia continued, ignoring the antics of her children, "Our beckon to the beyond." She looked around the table. "All close eyes and join hands" they did so, Severus taking Morticia's long, thin hand, and reluctantly taking Margret Tully's hand, who seemed to be equally adverse to the idea.

Grandmother Addams took Mrs. Tully's other hand and cried out as if in pain, "Oh, what a grip!" she squealed, and then shrieked in shock, "My Hand!" she cried, "She's got my hand!" Margret glanced beside her and found that she was holding a disembodied hand.

In her horror she shot up like a bullet with a series of terrified screams, nearly Tearing Severus's Shoulder out of place. Jesus Christ woman." He thought bitterly and quickly freed himself from her. The children and grandmother burst into laughter as Tully soothed his wife back into her seat, "Come on Pumpkin, join the fun" he insisted.

Morticia eyed the elder, "Mama, you should know better." She scolded. Then looked down at the scuttling hand below her. "Thing you're a handful"

Once things settled down once more, Morticia passed the chant to Wednesday. "Let us ransom you from the power of the grave, tonight O Death let us be your plague." She chanted and passed the crystal ball to Grandmother Addams.

"Mama." Morticia whispered, "Fester Addams, ceoli cerouis, fermerioni bou…" the old woman stopped suddenly with wide eyes, "I feel that he's near."

Nonsense, Severus thought, as the grip on his hands tightened, "Fester Addams! Gather your strength and knock three times." She demanded as the music picked up. They waited for a good three minutes before three solid knocks echoed through the room. Severus was slightly surprised but brushed it off as the storm knocking a branch somewhere.

"Did you hear that?!" Mama cried.

"Asked again Mama, quickly." Morticia urged her, "By all mean." Tully concurred, "Ask, ask." Gomez nodded.

"Fester Addams!" Mama shouted, "I demand you knock again!" they waited until

Bang

Bang

Bang

The company shot out of their seat, "He's at the door!" Gomez cried as Thing rushed toward the front door followed by the rest of the group. Wednesday, who was barely 4 foot 5, was saved from being crush by the stampeding group by Severus, who quickly lifted her thin, fey-like body and step her back down after the adults had rushed out.

The dismal looking child gazed up at him uncertainly before giving a thankful smirk, like the kind one would have if one had just witnessed their worst enemy being chased by a Texas long Horn. The two entered the entrance hall to a stunned crowd.

"Could it be?"

"Is it him?"

"Oh my God."

Severus could see over the heads of most of them, while Wednesday and Pugsley slipped in between the legs of adults. A stout man with skin so pale he made Severus look tan, dressed all in black with barely any neck what so ever, stood in the door way.

"Fester." Gomez gasped with a wide smile.

"Gomez." The man rasped.

All backed away as Gomez stepped forward. Suddenly Gomez enveloped the man in a tight hug, Severus shared a glance with Tish and initiated what they would call in their child hood an eye conversation that when something like this.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?!"

"Apparently the séance worked"

"Impossible, there is no possible magic that can bring the dead back to life you know that."

"Well how would you explain it?"

"Do you think we should tell Gomez?"

"Absolutely not! Just play along, we'll talk later."

The finished with a mutual head nod and turned their attention back the door, where a little old woman stood in a rubber rain cap and blue jacket, "Good evening." She said in a thick german accent, "I am doctor Penderslash" the thunder rolled on cue.