Fictober 2024
Day 10 "Is this normal?"
Andy visits Sharon's parents house for the fist time.

t's spooookkkyy and silly (and smuuuttyyy) season
This story will have 3 chapters (already written so not taking much risk in saying that ahaha )

a big thanks to TheShadowsEdge for helping with my silly thoughts

Spooky Scary In-laws

Andy looked once more at the big mansion and wondered if he had watched too many Halloween movies in the plane and in the last few weeks. He felt like he was standing on the Addams family doorstep, waiting for Beetlejuice and the characters from Hotel Transylvania to appear. He felt many things but none of them was the normal feeling one experiences when finally meeting his fiancée's family. He knew Sharon's parents were rich, he kind of knew they lived in a big house in Boston. He understood through what she and the kids said that they had servants but it was nothing like he imagined. He wasn't really a big visual guy so he really had no pictures in mind. A dark manor at the end of a battled road, deep in the forest within one of the biggest (and most expensive) cities was not what he had in mind though.

Over the years, he had slowly understood that she wasn't very keen on getting back to her home town. She loved seeing her parents but preferred to meet them somewhere else. Now though, as they were getting older and older, her father's Parkinson's being in its late stage, she did not have any other choices than to come back here. Emily and Ricky had instantly refused. That should have been enough to raise concern, he was a detective after all. But no, it seemed that he was blindly in love. "We really have to go inside?" Murmured Rusty. Good, it was not just him. He shoved Rusty first, earning a death glare from the young man and could only chuckled to that.

The evening had been weird, like Morticia and Lurch weird! Sharon's mother was a frail freaky woman. She wore a long lace dress way too big for her, making her look even paler than she really was. Her feet were hidden by the long dark clothes. She appeared to be floating on the wooden floor. It was quite disturbing. She had long thin hands like her daughters but her knuckles were twisted and swollen from arthritis. Her nails were painted dark red, as were her lips. Her make up was all coated, crusted in her deep wrinkles. He couldn't help but to be rebuked and feel the bile in his throat when he had to kiss her hello. He saw the same distaste in Rusty's face and hoped he was at least more discreet than his son. Sharon seemed more sad than anything. When they walked behind her parents, she explained in a small voice. "She's really losing her eyesight more and more, and her hearring too."

Her father was Lurch's clone: tall, flimsy, moving with jerky movements and wearing loose torn clothes. Had he not known him to be a former judge, a Harvard professor, he would have never guessed. Due to his end stage disease, he had much trouble speaking and emitted a lot of grunts and moans, seeming even more like the servant monster of the Addams family.

What shocked him the most though, was the state of the house. It seemed to come from another era. A time where splendor and opulence were a must for the elite. Decades later, the carpets, chandelier and majestic wooden stairs were in a bit of decay, given the place an even more gloomy vibe. He had a hard time imagining young Sharon in there. It seemed like… like a decor, not a place to raise a kid. She must have heard his thoughts, like always, because she said : "I didn't really grow up here. When I was young, we lived in Africa for a while, then in France and Vietnam. We moved to Montreal when I was a teen. My mother inherited the house from an old aunt. My parents really moved here when I came to Harvard." Somehow, it reassured him. He remembered then Emily saying that their grandparents were never allowed to redecorate the place. Though he did not understand the concept, it sure explained the decrepit look.

Finally, the evening came to an end. Being served, the grunts of Sharon's father, her mother's clear dementia were a lot to take in. His smiley and happy woman seemed as taxed as he was. When they finally made it up to their bedroom, he had an idea of his own to help her sleep and put a smile back to her beautiful lips. The house was huge and she led him to another room on the same floor where he could shower while she showered in their room. When he got out, he found Rusty who was about as lost and as freaked as he was. A woman came out of nowhere and ushered them toward their respective rooms. Yeah, freaky weird place.

In their room, Sharon had managed to start a fire, showered and was dressed in one of her hideous prudish long nightgowns. It made him feel like sleeping with a ghost. That thing had to go! She was up in front of her vanity drying her hair. He loved her freshly washed tousled hair. They were incredibly soft. He loved the wavy unruled look on her. In fact, it was his favorite look on her. It was a style she wore only for him, whereas it was on weekends or in the morning, or after love. It was special. She was special. He caught her eyes in the mirror and started kissing down her neck. He caressed her shoulder and rounding his hand around her, he undid the little string that held the nightgown together and pulled slowly on it. The front opened, revealing her decolleté. He whispered in her ears "That's better." before sucking gently on her earlobe. When she rolled her head back, offering him her neck once more, he did not waste time. "So sexy, so beautiful." He opened the dress some more, her breasts spilling out of it. He took them in his hands, marveling at the weight of them, at the moans he could draw out of her just by caressing them. He loved how sensitive she was. Gathering the white material in his hands, he peeled it up from her body and threw it behind him with a laugh.

The nightgown did not fall to the floor like expected. No, it stayed in the air for a while, like held by the shoulders and then in a swift movement hung itself on a hook placed on the wall. His blood that had already quite started pooling low in his body, completely drained from his face and brain. "Is… Is this normal?"