Skeleton In One's Closet Novels & Stories

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.

“H-Huh? O-Okay…” Then there they are, dragging me inside a walk-in closet inside the makeup room. How many rooms do they have? And all of them were so big! Just like this walk-in closet, it’s full of dresses and different types of footwear. I wonder why there is a woman’s closet inside that demon’s house. Oh my God, don’t tell me he’s gay?! I knew it! He’s gay!

Where did he even find this? I had to admit, the choices weren’t bad at all. Especially since he had thought to put in every possible style- from goth to cute girly clothes. I smack my face. He’s making it too hard to leave! I am so in love with this closet, I want to be buried in it when I die. Forget the graveyard. Forget cremation. Just put me in here and my soul shall rest in peace and nobody has to ever worry about me haunting them (unless they try to barge in this closet and mess around with my corpse).

His son had just started medical school, and he once told me how to tell real bones from the fake ones some laboratories keep. These look all too real. And it gets weirder from there. A whole wall is decorated with weapons. Whips, swords, piers, daggers, throwing knives. “Alright, so he lives in a gothic mansion and has a huge collection of bones and weapons,” I mutter, hurrying ahead, “That doesn’t mean he’s— —I walk into a glass wall. Swearing, I jump back. Lamps light up over my head. The life drains from my legs.

I heard the door close, a sign that it was completely out. I sat on the cold tiles because my knees were so weak. You're really embarrassing, Maxine! I really want to hurt myself. And swallowed by what I'm sitting on. Has he seen so many women's bodies that he didn't react to seeing my body? That's possible because he's a man, rich and handsome! When I regained my strength, I walked towards the closet. It is said that Sir's mommy used to have the same clothes here. I took a breath after noticing the men's clothes placed in the closet.

Lucinda took a look at the other side and saw a small room almost empty except for a skeleton sitting on a throne with his limbs crossed. Hmm!!! This is quite weird, how'd the creepy woman get to move a whole mansion and place it deep in a cave, this is basically kidnapping. Lucinda focused all hee mental energy on the skeleton but she found nothing wrong with it, so she decided to examine the room. The room was clean and completely empty, its walls seemed more resistant than the others of the building. 'This should have been some kind of vault, which means that the treasures are with the skeleton.' She neared the throne and inspected it.

It's funny how I always end up alone at parties like this. "Looking pretty lonely there." I heard a voice say, the accent's British so I knew exactly who it was. She pulled a chair beside me. "Are you drunk?" I questioned. "Nah." She smiled. "After being drunk at the last two parties I attended. I learned my lesson." "Boo." I teased. "Cool costume by the way." She went as a skeleton; she's wearing whole body black cloth with the drawing of a skeleton on it as a design. The way she finished it up is by painting her face with a skeleton too.

Did he somehow manage to access Eric’s financial assets? Shutting the door, I move to the next door. I open it and gasp in shock. There are clothes on hangers throughout the closet. Matching shoes, panty and bra sets and lingerie litter the closet area. What causes me the most concern and shock; however, is the wedding gown that is hanging in the middle of the closet. It is a white gown with a fitted satin bodice. The top is sleeveless, and my shoulders will be bare.

The moment the heavy mahogany door of my suite clicks shut, the mask crumbles. I reach for the hidden zipper of the midnight-navy gown—this steel-stiff silk that has acted as my armor all day. It’s a struggle; the fabric is unyielding, much like the man who chose it. When I finally step out of it, the dress doesn't fall; it stands on the floor, a hollow, structured ghost of the Luna I just played. I kick it aside, feeling a visceral shiver of relief as the cool air hits my skin.

Ready to take on the world. The clothes he had been wearing were thrown in a pile by his closet. Like everything else, he had no memory of taking them off. Jon did an inventory. Jeans, T-shirt, underwear, socks. Sneaker- singular. Sneaker? Where was the other one? Damn it. He franticly began digging through the mess that was his room. In the closet, under the bed, by the dresser, around the desk. Nothing. He had to find it.