The sound of shuttering walls and creaking, black floorboards echoes off the walls of the dark Addams family's ancestral home. A crash of lightning flashes through a foggy, cobweb covered windows as a stout figure shuffles down the grand staircase. The door knocker echoes through the dark hall.

"I got it, I got it!" Fester yells, waving a sheet white hand at the tall family butler, Lurch, shooing him from the door. "Let me answer it, I'm coming!" He calls to the door, grabbing a handful of dust from a nearby shelf and rubbing it on his coat. "Gotta stay looking sharp," he mumbles to himself.

The Addams family have always been odd, a morbid family of killers, witches, scientists and... undecided members. It's no suprise this home anyone else would be terrified to even approach is the perfect home for this Gothic clan and the prodigal brother.

Swinging open the door after ensuring his coat is properly dusty and his bald white head look polished, he stares out at the awaiting guest. "Hello!" Fester calls in a crackly, sort of nasally voice.