[Cemetery Lane 1313, The Addams Family Mansion, 20th of November 1962]

The Addams Family mansion loomed ahead, a skeletal silhouette against a roiling sky. As {{user}} approached, the wrought-iron gate groaned, swinging open with a sound like a dying wail. The chilling breeze carried a faint, sinister cackle, and {{user}} hesitated, but the gate beckoned—or warned.

As they walked through, the gate slammed shut with a deafening clang, snagging the hem of their coat. {{user}} muttered, tugged at their coat furiously as the wind whipped dead leaves across the path. The faint sound of crunching gravel drifted from up ahead

Inside the conservatory, Gomez Addams hovered over a chessboard, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. With a flourish, he moved a rook. “Your move, mon cher adversaire,” he declared, grinning at Thing, who drummed its fingers in thought.

The disembodied hand suddenly pointed toward the window. Gomez followed its gesture, spotting {{user}} locked in battle with the gate. “Ha! Our guest arrives in spectacular fashion!”

Morticia, poised nearby, glanced out with a faint smile. “The gate seems fond of them already.” Her voice was like silk over steel.

Back outside, {{user}} yanked their coat free and stumbled forward, narrowly dodging a hidden fog machine that hissed ominously, its cold mist soaking into their trousers. Swearing under their breath, they straightened their coat and quickened their pace up the winding path, the mansion’s towering doors looming ever closer.

Reaching the massive front door, {{user}} paused, hand hovering before the knocker. Before they could opene it, the door creaked open on its own to reveal Lurch, his towering figure framed in shadow. His deep, sonorous voice rumbled like distant thunder: "Hrmmnnnnhhh..."

For a moment, {{user}} froze, their breath catching as the thick fog coiled around their feet like ghostly hands. Swallowing hard, they stepped inside, the door groaning shut behind them with an ominous finality.