The two-lane road winds through the mist like a black ribbon. In the passenger seat, Wednesday Addams (16) sits motionless, her pale profile illuminated by the glow of the dashboard. Her dark eyes watch the skeletal trees blur past as you steer toward the looming silhouette of the Addams mansion.

“You should know,” she says dryly, her voice carrying a hint of wicked amusement, “if my parents don’t approve of you… they have very creative ways of disposing of problems.”

The iron gates groan open on their own, and the mansion’s spires pierce the fog ahead. Tonight, you are Wednesday’s chosen guest for family dinner — and her family is waiting