Mulder and Scully trekked behind Wednesday, avoiding various deep pools of murky water. Scully had begrudgingly put her shoes back on, but the pain in her feet was causing her to fall behind her companions. The assortment of trees that had Spanish moss hanging from them appeared baleful in the night, and Scully was certain that she saw glowing eyes watching her from the tall grasses. They had been walking quite some ways when they seemed to enter a clearing. As Wednesday continued ahead, her lantern illuminated their new surroundings. Moss and Ivy covered large rocks that seemed to be sticking out of the soft earth in every possible direction. It wasn't until she tripped over one that she realized what they were. Her hands spread out before her to catch her fall, landing on yet another odd stone. The feel of it beneath her fingers was odd, it felt as if there were crevasses dug in to the surface of the rock. Mulder heard her short yelp of surprise as she tumbled, but in the pitch black it was hard to see where she had fallen. He called her name, but received no reply. Wednesday stopped as Mulder turned to find Scully, her petite figure raising from the ground twenty feet away from him. She had shot up as soon as she realized that her fingers were tracing a name, they were walking through a grave yard. An old grave yard, she concluded by the state of the headstones. Mulder was waiting for her to catch up to him.

"Are you alright, Scully?" She didn't think she was bleeding, so she gave her usual reply.

"I'm fine, Mulder." Her voice dropped to a whisper as she pulled him close to her. "Did you realize that she's leading us through a grave yard?" He stared at her, letting her words sink in before he went and examined a large headstone.

"Wednesday?" He called to her.

"Yes?"

"Did you know we are walking through a grave yard?" The little girl nodded, then turned without another word and kept walking. Mulder placed his hand on the small of Scully's back, ushering her ahead of him. As they continued, the vengeance of nature began to subside, making the outlines of newer headstones appear more malicious. In the distance, the agents could see lights through the windows of a Queen Anne revival style home, and smoke escaping from a chimney. A long howl filled the atmosphere with eerie noise.

"Do you have a dog?" Scully asked Wednesday while glancing back at Mulder.

"No, that's just Uncle Fester." Mulder shrugged off her answer, unsure of what to say. He was just happy to finally see their destination. As they got closer, the agents realized that the house looked old and extremely beat up. If they were by themselves, Mulder would have made a comment about it being haunted. The more he looked at it, the more convinced he became that it was the source of multiple paranormal urban legends. Music emanated from the house, tango music. Mulder thought it fit the scene nicely, and smiled to himself. Wednesday led them up the ancient steps, and past the burgundy gothic doors. They followed her into a large family room where a couple was dancing to the loud music that played on an antique victrola. Their backs were turned to the strangers, as they held onto each other tightly and followed the seductive steps of the intimate dance.

"Mother, Father" Wednesday yelled out. Her father excitedly said her name before dipping his wife. He looked up to see the agents standing behind his daughter and smiled a wide, charming smile.

"Ah! I see you've brought guests!" Gracefully, he lifted his wife and went to stop the music.

"I told you I heard voices." Wednesday stated victoriously. Her mother smiled and replied gently "Next time we will know that it isn't just the dead you hear." Scully glanced at Mulder.

"They didn't sound anything like them, mother. That's how I knew they were alive." Wednesday looked at the agents while explaining herself then returned her full attention to her parents.

"Where is your brother?" Her mother inquired after noticing it was just the three of them in the doorway. Wednesday cracked a half smile, but didn't answer.

"Wednesday, did you forget him in the bog again?" Her father laughed. "Well, you better go get him, I need those shackles later." Scully didn't miss the look that the man gave his wife, she was slightly embarrassed that she caught it. The man lit a cigar as Wednesday left the house. He took a long puff before addressing the agents. "Come in!" His voice was booming and oddly inviting. "I'm Gomez Addams and this," He paused, wrapping an arm around the woman's waist. "Is my lovely wife, Morticia." Mulder stepped into the room, extending his hand to Gomez, Scully right behind him. "I'm Fox Mulder, and this is my partner Dana Scully." Mulder shook both their hands. As Scully offered her own to the strange couple, she was surprised that Gomez brought it to his lips. Morticia smiled as she took Scully's hand, "Enchanté" she greeted. Gomez pulled away from his wife, holding her arm up to his face, he planted excited kisses over her black sleeve. 'Tish, that was French." The behavior made Scully's eyes widen in disbelief, while Mulder seemed unaffected by it at all. "Not now, Darling." Morticia cooed to her affectionate husband. He collected himself and gestured for the agents to take a seat. Mulder quickly went to find a chair, Scully was more wary of their hosts. She looked around the room, odd decorations littered every surface, the smell of dust stung her nostrils. She went to take a seat, only to be stopped by the surprised scream of her name by her partner.