Skeleton In The Closet Novels & Stories

Both Remmy and I went and said hi to the few as I was sipping my red wine. "By the way Remmy,why did you drink past your limit yesterday?Is everything alright?"I asked being concerned. "I got..."he stopped until I realized where he was looking at.At the stairs there was a lady in red satin dress.May I say she was wearing a very expensive Estelle Couture designer dress,in a black mask.She had a smile but in a moment our gaze met and she smirked at me.Never have I ever shuddered underneaths someones gaze but this time I had a chill running down my spine.Why?I dont know

"Why are you dressed like that? Go change into a cocktail dress before you come back up." Elena hurried over and chimed in softly, "He's right. Your attire isn't appropriate. Let me pass the pen instead." Ignoring them, I walked straight to the central seat and picked up the microphone. Miles' expression darkened, and he grasped my wrist before snatching the microphone away. "You're not allowed to speak here." Elena lowered her head to hide the smile tugging at her lips. My secretary stepped forward and asked solemnly, "What's the meaning of this, Mr. Lawson? Ms. Hansen is the Global Deputy CEO of IS Global Group!"

He simply fell away into the blackness, landing with a thump. Carrying on their descent, they were cautious when they arrived at the burnt-out husk of the carriage. Coleman was there, wedged in the gap between the lift and the wall, stuck and unmoving. It was only as they stepped onto the top of the cab, attempting to force the ground floor doors open and climb through, that he made a grab for their legs. He caught Andrew’s ankle, and held on tight—forcing him to hand over Suzanne to Monks. ‘We have to get out of here!’ said the private, jabbing a finger upwards. The shaft was filled with Sleepers now, all making their way down as Coleman had done, but in their dozens. Those who’d been tryin

My second brother, Donald, suggested, "Maybe we should just let her out." My eldest brother, Raymond, seemed to remember something as well. He yelled out in a panic, "Right! I remember now. Sarah has claustrophobia! That might be why she's so scared..." As he spoke, he stepped forward to come to me, but Tiana blocked his path. She pouted unhappily. "Brothers, I haven't had enough fun yet!" "I knew Sarah was afraid of dark, cramped spaces, that is why I didn't play this game in a dark room. Instead, I thoughtfully chose this glass coffin for her.

The smell is dump and putrid, like the stench of death. "This is amazing." Theodore's morbid side is like in cloud nine because of what everything around him. He felt like he opened a time capsule. Everything looks old, and the ambience is like frozen in time. As he roam around the dungeon, he saw a trap door. At first, he thought it was meant for escape, but when he opened the door, pointed his flashlight on it, he saw what seems like a hundred skulls mounted on top of each other. It's like

Severin stopped when he reached the entrance of the black tomb. In order to avoid any danger, he decided to explore the black tomb with his divine sense first. As he scanned around, he discovered there should not be any danger in the tomb as he only saw a skeleton lying on the ground. Since there was no potential threat, he could enter the black tomb fearlessly. In the tomb was a gold skeleton with a purple color robe with gold lining sitting with his legs crossed on a cushion. As time passed, the gold skeleton had dried up.

At the base of the statue lay countless human skeletons. These people had all come seeking blessings but ultimately got lost staring into the statue’s eyes. Clark kept his head as low as possible. He had kept the secrets of this place to himself. Anyone who dared to pry into its mysteries ultimately became one of the skeletons.

"We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!" The entire room was suddenly deathly silent, until John sprang to his feet in shock, "What?!"

Feeling his worry and panic would only serve as a distraction. Beams of moonlight trickled in through the numerous holes in the ceiling. On the floor were bits of wood, broken glass, and charred tarot cards. One stuck to the sole of my shoe as I inched my way inside. I paused in what used to be the hallway and bent over to pull it off. I caught a glimpse of the picture as it fluttered to the ground. A hooded skeleton holding a razor-sharp scythe. Death.