The Addams Family: A Narrative Fiction

I was sitting at home on a rainy Saturday evening. Lightning struck while I was watching The Addams Family, the house grew quieter. My parents entered the room and told me that they were going to the bank. The door slammed shut, and silence pervaded the house. I worried as they. I had waited several days for them to come home. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and I leaped to get the door. To my surprise, Uncle Toby stood in the darkness before me, drenched from the storm. He had a grim look on his face, as if were bearing bad news. He started with, “Dillon, um, this is very difficult for me to say, but you must know”. “What is it?”, I exclaimed.

“Ummm…..Dillon your, uh, parents….”
“What is it‽” I said again .
“Your parents were murdered” he said sadly.
“What?” I whispered to myself.
“They haven’t caught the murderer yet” stated the uncle, “but I cannot afford to adopt you”.
“Then where will I go?”
“My friend, Vincent Yates and his wife, Adelaide, would be happy to adopt you.”
“How come I’ve never heard of these people?”
“Just trust me, they’re my good friends.”
“Ok, I guess.”

I walked up to the house. As I got, closer, it started to tower over me. My knees started to tremble. I got closer to the door. The house felt strangely eerie. When I knocked on the door, I was greeted by the Yates, they were both smiling. “You must be Dillon,” they said at the same time. It was uncanny. I saw the interior of the house. It was enormous, it seemed too good to be true. There were antiques everywhere and the house just seemed perfect. When they introduced me to my room it was strange, because only my parents knew that I liked Star Wars and Lego sets. I just tried to look at the situation in a positive way and took advantage of what I had in front of me. In my room I had my own refrigerator with all my favorite drinks, completely new Lego sets I could build, a huge flat screen T.V., and the parents were always smiling. I spent a couple hours watching T.V., but then I was called down for dinner. I smelled the delicious food from my food and I think it smelled like cheese pizza, my favorite thing in the world. While I was eating, I started to question how they knew so much about me. After dinner I went to take a shower. I had a hard time sleeping that night. In the morning prepared to go to school. I went to a new school called Chandler School in Pasadena. Currently, I am in the seventh grade and didn’t know anyone. In the morning I was so nervous to go to school because I felt like I was entering a new world. I had to start a whole new life over. Things at Chandler felt strange. I always felt like someone was watching me. On the other hand I met some new friends named Kyle and Cristian. They were very welcoming and awesome people. Still, life felt so weird, I’m still wondering who killed my parents. I always thought I would see my parents’ reflection in the glass, but when I looked back, nobody was there. I felt as if they were suspicious of me or didn’t want me to find something out. That made me curious. I looked around the house for clues, I was growing more and more anxious to find out what was going on. It was very frustrating because I couldn’t find anything. I needed to take a snack break. I went downstairs, to the drawer where my parents always got the utensils. Strangely enough, they had never given me a chance to look in there. I then realized something weird. All of the knives they had were completely identical, but one. One was larger than the rest. It was also sharper, it looked as it had been used only once, maybe two times. The handle seemed to have scratch marks on it, but not from wear, as if someone started clawing at it with sharp nails. That reminded me of my mom, she would always bite her nails to a point when she was nervous.

The more that I thought about it, the more things started to add up.
My mom had been stressed out before, because she had had to go to a meeting to make a pitch to her boss, meaning her nails were sharp. The one knife, it seemed odd until everything clicked. The new parents, the Yates, they murdered my parents! But why‽ I did not know what to; do call the cops or run away. I had a suspicion that they wouldn’t let me use their phone, so I had no choice. I tried to rush out of the door, but it was locked! I tried other doors and even tried opening a window and climbing out of there, but they were all locked. All of the sudden the Yates came up right behind me as I was trying to escape and I screamed and ran as fast as I could to get away from them. Vincent had the dreaded knife in his hand. I sprinted between them, trying to brush past them. I kept running. I ran into a booby trap! I was stuck in a net. The parents ran toward me. “We got him, they said,” but then, they too fell for their own booby traps. They tripped, and the knife flew, just close enough, for me to catch
it.

“What happens next, dad?” asked Ivan. “That’s all that happened, son” I replied, “Now go to sleep” “I am not tired dad another story, PLEASE” “I think that we’ll save that for another night…”