[Elijah]
The mini-truck groaned to a halt in front of a mansion that looked like it had been summoned straight out of a gothic vampire movie directed by someone drunk on Christmas spirit. The building stood at the edge of a jungle clearing, wrapped in vines and shadow. Twinkling red and white lights lined the roof, casting eerie glows over black stone pillars. A dark wreath with silver skulls hung on the door, and even the gargoyles wore crooked little Santa hats.
Welcome to the Addams Family. Christmas edition, obviously.
Hazel stepped out of the truck first. Her eyes flicked over the mansion with a complex expression I couldn’t quite name—part nostalgia, part dread. She didn’t say anything, but her silence said everything.
"Let me help you with your stuff." Zorob rounded the back of
