Skeleton In One's Closet Novels & Stories

Because of me, she would lose her only spot to relax. "I'm sorry…" I whispered, feeling a sting in my nose. "Apologizing won't undo the problem. You need to learn to control your desires, including your desire to grow." Dad's face was grim. "If the soul is weighed down by an increasingly heavy body, it can never truly transcend." That evening, the armchair was carried away. Without it, the living room felt even more barren. Every sound bounced off the walls like a stone on glass. I curled up in the corner, wishing I could fold myself into a piece of paper and slip into the narrow crack between the walls.

No one follows. I climb the stairs with my breath stuck in my chest. My room is cold. I don’t switch on the light. I already know what I need. I open my closet, grab the black sling bag, and start stuffing it. Only essentials. One dress. The navy blue one with a loose waistline and long sleeves. It was always comfortable. It doesn’t hug too tight and it doesn’t scream for attention. Just like me. One photo.

They ranged from plain patterns and busy cuts to ones adorned with pearls, sparkling embellishments, or thin, wing-like strands. I opened the bottom closet door and sighed. There were only about five stacks of white shirts, about five percent of the casual clothing I found. After dressing, I cautiously checked the adjoining suite, past the closet and the luxurious Jacuzzi for the spa bath. It was safe. There was no Tiger. The living room was also empty, and the sofa cushions were neatly arranged. There is one more left: the kitchen. At first, it was just thirst, but now it's getting worse. It's impossible to be a celebrity and be empty.

Her eyes were fixed on the skull, and she made a small, nervous whine that sounded like the most pitiful noise in the world. Charlotte gaped at her Aunt, then back at the skeleton. “Romy,” She breathed. “Are you not seeing that?” “What?” The older woman snorted, her eyes trailing to the heap of bones. “That?” She waved her arms in large circular motions and then rounded on the skeleton with a louder laugh. “I am NOT falling for this bullshit again. Did you leave that here?” The woman aimed her question at Megan. “Huh? Was this why you were sneaking around, sunshine? Stashed some Halloween decorations in here and wanted to see if they would freak anyone out?” Romy placed her hands on either s

I did not recognize that term at all, but it did not sound like the average ritual. [What should I do now?] [Don’t alert her for now. Just watch and see whether your roommate acts normally or not. If I’m right, then she’s not just rearranging your shoes. By the way, have you been feeling sick lately? Such as feeling cold often or feeling as if someone is watching you?] When I read this, I was stunned again.

The reality of it sat in my stomach like a stone. I sighed softly as I stepped into the walk-in closet. The space was absurdly large: a room designed for a level of vanity I didn't possess. Killian had a wardrobe in the main bedroom that could easily fit his entire life, but this closet existed as a stage. It was mostly empty, though my few new belongings had begun to colonize the mahogany shelves and decorative cabinets. It was a beautiful, hollow aesthetic.

And if she was his real sister, why did she hide like she wasn’t supposed to exist? Even more secrets. More mysteries—because why not? In this place, I wouldn’t be shocked if a werewolf skeleton tumbled out of the damn linen closet. I flopped onto the bed, let out a sigh that probably echoed down the hallway, and just stared at the ceiling like it might cough up some answers. “Ugh. I seriously need a bath,” I muttered.

Weapons emerged from the pool of blood, and finally, the skeletons wobbled before Chase, numbering more than a dozen. Chase leaped onto one of the skeletons' shoulders. The skeleton crumbled to dust under his weight. With a wave of his sleeve, a gust of energy swept over the skeletons, reducing them all to ash. Chase turned his gaze back to the woman behind the tent. She was now giggling silently while covering her mouth. Smiling, he wondered aloud, "Are there any real monsters or ghosts around here?" The woman's movements were stiff as she slowly raised an arm and pointed to herself.

I’d get in, grab it, and get out again. I went straight to my closet, found what I was looking for and headed out of the room again. Holding it up, I smiled. A full-body skeleton costume from Halloween afew years ago. Every inch of me would be covered, from head to toe. I was going to go to that party, and she would have no idea that I was even there…

KEENA Standing in the closet I finger through the clothes that are hanging on the "to wear when I am not around" side of the closet. Letting out a frustrated sigh I grab my cutest pair of black sweats. Looking down at the runes that now cover my forearms I know that I want to have them covered. I wrinkle my nose at all of the oversized sweatshirts and refuse to put them on. Grabbing a cropped sweatshirt from the other side of the closet and I slip it over my head. Jarek can't be too angry at my choice of clothing. I am covered except for a small bit of my stomach that is barely visible.