Skeleton In The Closet Novels & Stories

Tossing a glance over her shoulder during a straight stretch, she just about stumbled as she thought she saw something scurry, disturbing the hanging nets, something big. That's it, no more bug movies. With the side passages blocked with thick skeins of web, she had a choice of fight her way through, possibly disturbing the owners, or go straight. She went straight and burst into a vast chamber. Or at least she assumed it vast, hard to tell given the thick layers of webs crisscrossing the place. Despite her need to flee, her steps slowed. Then stopped. Even she couldn't ignore the fact that trapped in the dust veil before her was the skeleton of a human, a human stripped of meat and skin lea

Flattering without being seductive. Like I had already said, the last thing I wanted was to give this man the wrong idea. I knew it was practically impossible, but I didn’t want to give sexual favors in return for this money. I was not desperate like that. Maybe I would consider it in a future time, but definitely not now. After pulling out the shoes I was going to wear—low heels—I went to the bathroom. Shower time was always scared to me, but I found myself rushing it. I already knew I was going to be late but I didn’t want to reach even later than I was originally supposed to.

I had spent many sleepless nights in there, afraid someone would break in. When they saw the inside, they were stunned. The room was pitch-black, and nothing was visible. There wasn't even a light. The teacher explained that it had been abandoned for years and the school used it as a trash dump.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

3:17 ticks to 3:18, and I'm already upright, legs already over the mattress edge, bare feet already on the cold floor. This is insane. Normal people don't do this. Employed people don't do this. This is a horror film setup. This is a headline: Temp Found Dead, Billionaire's Penthouse, Film at Eleven. I'm standing. I'm in the closet. I'm yanking out the only decent dress I still own—black, basic, clearance-rack Somerset Collection from three years ago, back when I still believed I'd finish the degree and land the career and become a woman who needed nice dresses.

Without even realizing it, I touched the ruby brooch at my collar. It was a present from Edwin. However, the most important thing about it was the tiny camera Edwin had put in there himself. I watched Shirley, lost in her daydreams, with a cool look, and a small smile crept onto my face. She couldn't possibly think I was still the same silly girl she bullied and lied about on Christmas Eve, unprepared for her tricks, could she? After laughing to her heart's content, Shirley opened an app, started a livestream, and tearfully claimed I had lost my mind and was out to get her.

The next second, I felt a pair of warm, soft hands land on my thigh. Those hands slowly slid upward. Then they slipped right inside my shorts. It was the middle of summer, and when I slept at home, I usually wore as little as possible. Worst of all, I had never liked wearing underwear. "This actually feels pretty nice," Clarissa murmured. "Really realistic. It's even warm. "Huh? It's moving! Wow, Helen really brought in something impressive this time." As she talked, her hands kept exploring the most sensitive part of my body.

" Tristan's voice was thick with tears by the time he was done speaking. However, I simply looked at him coldly while peeling his fingers away from my hands. "It's too late, Tristan," I said. "I've already left the closet, and I'm never going back inside ever again." Tristan had confessed his true feelings much too late.

It was really weird because the whole mansion was designed in way that sunlight fills every corner of the house but why this corridor was so lonely and dark and why he chose to this place as his study room. With these I stopped at one of the two door.The room wasn't locked.I knew that I was going to commit a sin by betraying my saviour but my heart told me that for some unknown reason I need to open the mysterious door. I was welcomed by darkness.Only a faint ray was falling on a covered table through the thick curtains.When my eyes adjusted their focus in the thin visibility,I realised that I brought out a skeleton from the cupboard. There was a layer of dust on every single thing that were

“Are you sure there’s nothing, Mia? No tiny skeletons in your closet?” Claudine dodged the questions, her nervousness growing like a weed, but she tried to sound light, like it was all a big joke. “Hiding? From you, Hadeson? Never. My life is an open book, albeit a very boring one, compared to yours. No skeletons in my closet, just dust bunnies and maybe a forgotten pair of shoes.” She laughed, a little too loud. He asked a fourth time, his gaze steady, his silence heavier than any words. He was giving her one last chance, she knew it. The weight of her secrets pressed down on her, a suffocating blanket. Her hand trembled as she reached into her pocket.