Skeleton In Your Closet Novels & Stories

It had fine golden edges. That couldn't be good. Unless... I'm dreaming. I have to be dreaming! Cole couldn't pull such a prank on me. I watched a man die! He then felt a creaking. The skeleton. It started rattling, its bones colliding with each other as the robes began to sway and move up from the skeleton, hovering like a ghostly figure. For a split second, the robes remained suspended in air and everything became so silent which was weird considering where Jake was and then without warning, the robes charged at him.

I got out of bed and looked in my closet. I found outfits of all kinds, but none that really appealed to me. I’m not a dress kind of girl and the closet only contained the skimpy dresses that are very short with super low necklines or cut-outs so big there is very little holding the top and bottom together. I went to the dresser and looked through it. I found a pair of leggings, and over-sized t shirt, then found a pair of socks, a bra and underwear. I took the clothes to the bathroom, locked the door and searched the bathroom for cameras. I found one over the toilet, took it down and smashed it after flipping him the bird. While I was in the shower, I heard the doorknob to the bathroom turn

I would have smashed his foot without a care in the world but I knew HR would have a field day with it so I settled for crossing my arms over my chest and staring at him blankly. “We all have skeletons in our closets, Hayley. It is best not to forget that before you go around acting like you’re better than everyone else.” “Before you go around threatening people, you should make sure your own closet is clean,” I whispered and he took a step back. “Have a good day, Greg.” I slammed the door shut.

They refused to back down from each other. The immense pressure caused some buried memories to surge to the forefront of my brain. I remembered the truth. I was Spring Clark. I remembered dying from asphyxiation due to a gas leak in this very apartment. My soul had been trapped here, and I could not leave. As I wandered about the apartment, I became filled with resentment and indignation.

He ducked some, slightly grazing his hands on the body of the largest among them giving him the assurance that they were real this time. Nick found a narrow tunnel nearby and ran off. He ran, and ran, not stopping or looking back. He tripped on a rotten skeleton almost completely covered with dust. Nick, tried getting up, but realized that he was being held tightly on the ankle by the skeleton. He pulled and pulled, but to no avail. The skeleton popped his head and middle body out of the dust and let out an extremely loud blood curdling scream. He heard a voice; "I will possess you. I need a body now."

she shrugged, tilting her head as Skully woke that skeleton and dragged it down from the cabinet. “That’s right. Except for existing, Boredbones never does anything,” Skully said. “Not as jolly as the others. Maybe because of a few minor cracks and fractures he has. But he is the obedient one. Boredbones, go with your new master and behave.” Boredbones, just as leisurely and unfazed, walked beside Xanthea, took the fit-it-all purse from her hand and, with a yawn, dived right into the purse, zipping the purse from inside.

Mine was packed away in the locker I paid for with my membership. As I stepped into the brightly lit room, I blinked against the glare. Automatically checking the far spots for other people or dangers, I made my way across the utilitarian space and stopped in front of my locker. The little string that sat snug and whole over the opening confirmed that no one had been in my stuff since the last time I was in here. Smoke & Bone was owned outright by a very hermetic man who had a voyeur fetish. He locked himself away in a very Sleeping Beauty style in the top two floors of the massive reclaimed country home.

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!

POV: Selina That’s when I saw it. Tucked into the narrow, shadowed space between the marble vanity and the wall, right where the baseboard met the tile, was a small, metallic glint. It wasn’t a bottle cap or a lost piece of jewelry. It was a key. A simple, old-fashioned skeleton key, its brass dulled by time and moisture, its bow shaped like an intricate, twisted vine. My breath hitched. It was the kind of key that would fit an ornate, antiquated keyhole. Like the one on his study door.

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…