Gomez quietly shuts the bedroom door behind him, careful not to make enough noise to wake a sleeping Morticia – an elegant, ravishing Morticia. He could’ve watched her there in adoration all night, but alas, he had another mission.

It’s late. The cobweb covered grandfather clock in the hall reads three o’clock. Of course, it could be broken. He hadn’t checked. It didn’t matter, of course. Some unknown creature had been sneaking in and out of the manor the past few nights. Gomez wanted to make sure it was fed. After all, there’s more than enough of everything to go around. He’d discovered the creature particularly enjoyed scraps of meat rather than Grandmama’s leftovers. He honestly wasn’t sure if those even contained much food. He hadn’t seen the creature yet, but perhaps tonight would be the night.

Perfect. Meat still clinging to the bones of an animal unknown to Gomez lay discarded in the ancient fridge.

He brings the scraps on a plate out to the graveyard where he suspected the creature stayed most of the time, setting them down on the cold ground.

“I’ve brought dinner!” He waits a moment, hoping to finally see what it was he’d been feeding.