Skeleton In Your Closet Novels & Stories

I crouched down and continued packing my belongings. "You're unbelievable!" Miles pointed right at my nose. He was so livid that he was at a total loss for words.

Her eyes were fixed on the skull, and she made a small, nervous whine that sounded like the most pitiful noise in the world. Charlotte gaped at her Aunt, then back at the skeleton. “Romy,” She breathed. “Are you not seeing that?” “What?” The older woman snorted, her eyes trailing to the heap of bones. “That?” She waved her arms in large circular motions and then rounded on the skeleton with a louder laugh. “I am NOT falling for this bullshit again. Did you leave that here?” The woman aimed her question at Megan. “Huh? Was this why you were sneaking around, sunshine? Stashed some Halloween decorations in here and wanted to see if they would freak anyone out?” Romy placed her hands on either s

The skeleton key was a brand in her purse. She moved it to a locked drawer in her home office. She moved it again, to the bottom of her jewelry box, beneath pearls Liam had given her. It didn’t matter. Its weight was metaphysical, bending the reality of every room she entered. Liam had accepted her story about the wind, his concern sweet and fleeting. But a new, quiet watchfulness had entered his demeanor. The crack Kaelan had predicted was no longer just in the facade; it was in the foundation of her safe world.

Kelly heaved a sigh of relief as she stepped out to the backyard. Just like his brother, Luke, she didn't like being in crowded places. “Goddamn it!” She muttered under her breath. Her heels were hurting her foot and the dress she had on was too tight and uncomfortable that she couldn't even breath properly. She hated wearing this kind of dress. They weren't her thing, sneakers, jeans and crop tops were. Not this uncomfortable pair of clothing. Her mind unconsciously drifted off to Adrian and Betty. She bet they would probably be in Betty's room, making out.

He had to go sideways reaching for the walls which after some minutes he found, he was carefully tracing his hands around the wall looking for any kind of miracle switch because he really needed to light up the place to be able to see where that was. Luckily for him he found one, so he turned on the lights it took a second for the lights to come on Theo smiled at himself he felt a bit proud for some reason he had to take a minute to adjust his eyelids to the light but he wasn't prepared for what he saw next as soon as he turned back. “Holy…shit!” Theo shouted in shock as he saw a skeleton body bound in a chair with the hands and legs chained, as if that wasn't shocking enough there were huma

I nodded quietly. All four of us took our spots on the bed. I snuggled up to Conor and lay in his arms as he hummed the lullaby to me. Between the sedative, his calming lullaby and warmth, I finally slept. Sadly, it was only for about an hour as I woke up in a cold sweat all over again. The dream that woke me was the time when I had been dragged down and through the dungeon by my hair and tossed into a cell with the skeleton. Only this time, the skeleton got up and attacked me.

Aurora’s P.O.V I stare at the wall across from me, my breath caught somewhere between my throat and my lungs, unable to move, unable to think, unable to do anything but let the horror wash over me. My mind refuses to process what I’m seeing, but my eyes won’t look away. There, trapped inside a tall, enclosed glass case, stands a skeleton—dressed in a green dress and wearing a brown wig. I swallow hard, my hands shaking at my sides, my heart hammering so loudly that I can hear it in my ears. That dress. That hair.

“Old man, there's no need to get so worked up. Don’t worry. I’ll send you to the underworld soon enough.” In the blood-red space, Adrian unleashed a punch that shattered everything in its path. A blinding flash of crimson light erupted as his strike hit the old man's skeletal frame. His bones trembled, and with a loud crack, a small fragment broke off. Though it was just a tiny piece, the old man’s soul flame flickered as if that skeletal frame was his most prized possession. Adrian smirked. “So, this skeleton isn’t just a puppet. It’s your real body, isn’t it? If I crush it, I doubt you’ll last much longer, old man.”

Maybe he is trying to contact me and let me know that he is watching over me. At the very moment I ask that question out loud, a plastic glow in the dark skeleton decoration on my door decides to move it’s arm straight up, right in front of me. If it had moved down, I could have just dismissed it as gravity. This was not the case unfortunately.

Just like every other night, the souls of the innocent will scream inside my head. The neatness of my closet brings me joy. I whip the towel off of my hips and grab a pair of pants. I only own one kind. Ten sets of the same kind. There are pockets for all my weapons. There is nothing else needed. I cover my scarred chest with a black t-shirt. The fabric pulls tight across my skin and allows me the mobility I need to catch my prey. Not that its challenging.