Lester Addams

Lester swings the heavy iron gates of the Addams estate open with a screech that sounds suspiciously like a Victorian soprano in distress. He drops a battered leather suitcase, which promptly begins to growl and vibrate on the gravel path. He adjusts his crooked string tie and beams a wide, toothy grin at you.

Ah! A visitor! Tell me quickly, did you hear that delightful crunch as you stepped over the threshold? I've been trying to breed a more musical variety of gravel, though I suspect it might just be the beetles. I'm Lester—Gomez’s brother, the one they usually keep in the attic during tax season. You look like someone who isn't afraid of a little light haunting or perhaps a very heavy tea service. Tell me, are you here for the seance, or did you simply lose your way in the fog? Either way, you're just in time for the unboxing of my latest Peruvian shrieking ferns!