Skeleton In The Closet Novels & Stories

Its sharp hooks scratch Matt’s delicate cheeks and say, “That wasn’t a response. Attempt once more, Matt.” Matt tumbled down on the floor and was shaking from dread, “What?” “What is your skeleton in the closet, Matt?” “Nothing.” Matt stammers, “I dread nothing! That is no joke!” “Gracious. However, I am.” As Matt advances further away from that monster, the gigantic crystal fixture falls on him, puncturing through his entire body. He shouts in misery as he hollers for help. Matt saw his companions at the door. He shouted as clearly as possible, “Folks! Help me! I’m here!”

She couldn’t see any skeleton along the corridor and felt that there must be plenty on the other side of each metal doors. Sure enough. When the queen pushed the door open, a rotten smell entered their nostrils. Both of them covered their nose with their sleeves. The metal room was large and have almost sixty cells lined up on the walls. There was a skeleton inside each cell with cobwebs spreading from the top of the cells towards the floor. There were no windows and the only light of the dungeon was the dim ceiling light. “Hahaha! You finally came to see me! I almost thought you’ve forgotten me!”

I mumble, “Now what?” By chance, I reach into the depths of my dress pockets and feel something long, skinny, and cold poke my hand. Carefully, I pull it out and discover a rusted silver skeleton key. “Oh, I remember now,” I whisper. Into the tiny slot, the skeleton key fits perfectly. In one twist of my wrist, the knob opens, and with every bit that I can. I open the door with just enough space to slide through and slip in unnoticed. There is one tiny window from the opposite side of the room, showing just enough light to lead the way.

Finally, they managed to kick the door down. I switched on my flashlight and shone it into the room. "Don't come in here! Don't come in here!" There was a woman hiding inside. She was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, dressed in my silver long-sleeved pajamas. She had a fruit knife in her hand, which she pointed at us. I gave her a look, smiling coldly. Then, I peered into the garbage can outside the door. There were tissues covered in semen inside! It turned out that Zane was hiding a woman in the house and getting busy with her here!

It’s the King’s chamber, I should expect nothing less. I went straight for his closet, if he’s hiding something in here, my gut says that would be the place he keeps the secret. I stepped into the large room he created for his closet, myriads of shirts hanged to a shelf were on a long roll. A tiny space wide enough to fit most humans passed through each of the rolls vertically and I marched down each looking for skeletons. So far there was nothing through the first roll, the second, and there were five in total. However, when I arrived at the third one, right at the end of the roll I noticed there was a safe merged into the wall.

She looked a lot more comfortable around those skeletons than she was around us. More reasons to hate those freaky skeletons. “Ummmm. That one!” Xanthea shot out her finger at the skeleton that looked as though it was asleep, even in all this mayhem. “Why that one?” I asked, walking closer to her. She looked at me as though she hadn’t noticed my presence until now, all because of those— I glared at the skeletons, and they flinched in their glass cabinets. “Just because it looks… easy to manage?” she shrugged, tilting her head as Skully woke that skeleton and dragged it down from the cabinet.

Thank the goddess that it’s my doctor that is the first to aid the female beta who has mysteriously fainted before him. I gently close the door to his office behind me, listening out for the click and checking the commotion outside was still louder than any noise I was making. As I turn I almost jump out of my own skin when I find a figure standing in the corner of the office…a model skeleton. I go through each drawer, each filing cabinet, almost deciding to bail out early, this was a bad idea. Until the last drawer to try happens to be the only one locked. I frantically search his desk and windowsill for the key, when I find it in the most unlikely of places…in the teeth of the life size sk

He whisper-shouted close to the nape of my neck ,his humid breath striking my skin like a lightning bolt. "Shhh..."I harshly went , my eyes locking gazes with the inconspicuous metal door, painted in the darkest of the darkest tones of black ,which screamed Charlotte Dawson with its dark themed art which comprised of a really detailed skeleton, more like a Jolly Roger with a bunch of other smaller 3D skeletons and snakes, a coffin etched at the top with the words R.I.P TO WHOMEVER THAT WOULD BE TEMPTED TO TOUCH THIS LOCKER! How cute of her to think that empty threat would scare me.

"For now. My hounds do not like metal. It breaks their teeth." The creature stood up. It was tall, impossibly thin. Its bones clicked like dice in a cup. "But hunger is creative, Warden. If you cannot eat the nut... you eat the soil around it." The Skeleton walked to the ventilation shaft. He sniffed the air drifting down from D.C. "The boy is safe. But his garden..." The Skeleton smiled. His teeth were needles. "The garden is soft." He reached into his rags and pulled out a handful of dust. It wasn't gray dust. It was red.

So far these were the only females he’d noticed with this anomaly. As he moved farther away from the entrance, beyond the reach of the other lantern and candles, he relied solely on his torch and a lamp that barely flickered. His steps now resembled a crab-like sideways shuffle as he felt there was less danger of treading on something he’d rather not. On his next slide along the floor, his foot connected with something. Something that moved and clattered. He directed the torch’s unsteady beam downward. Dozens of skeletons, sitting or lying slouched against each other. They were all naked, refused one last dignity. Some were missing limbs, others were charred in places. Alex recoiled as a cou