Skeleton In Your Closet Novels & Stories

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.

It was just shock after shock from each floor! "Yes, these are all the latest clothing from our store. Which one would you like to try?" "Try?" Felix exclaimed in his mind. Just as he was trying to process what was happening, a large man walked in. He looked a little rushed as he barged through the door. He quickly pointed at one of the hanging human skin suits and said, "I want this one please." "Yes, sir." The saleswoman unhooked the one he pointed at and handed it to him. The man grabbed his scalp with both hands and pulled it off. His human skin was torn off, revealing a black skeleton frame—leaving only green lights flashing where his eyes were.

Meanwhile, Skeletor began to dig all the crystals in the vicinity. After a couple of minutes, he closed the tab and transferred Skeletor to be an artisan. "Ok, Skelly, pick up…that crystal." He said while clicking a pointy crystal on the ground, it nodded and followed the order. "Yes, now, take this one!" He clicked a bigger amethyst, the skeleton complied and took it from the ground. "Now hit the smaller one with it…NO! NOT THAT…ugh…" The crystal lied in pieces while the confused undead stared at the sky, "I should have expected that…never mind then, we have all the time in the world."

He ignored Jed and stood up from the ground as he walked toward where Fane was, calling out loudly to him, “What are you doing? Are you planning to find a way to resolve this array by punching the air?” As he spoke, however, he found himself stepping onto broken bones, and the sound of bones cracking caused Dwight’s heart to sink lower. He subconsciously looked down and was stunned by what he saw. “Senior Brother Jed, come over quickly!” he called out loudly. “Take a look at the clothes he has on him!” Jed immediately struggled up from the ground as he was called. He looked toward the direction Dwight pointed at and spotted a skeleton with clothes that looked much like theirs. However, the c

It was replaced by built-in cabinets in an off-white finish. Every trace of my life, from books, awards, to pictures, was missing. The space was now furnished with clothes, bags, and shoes. My room in the apartment I had paid for had been converted into Cass’ walk-in closet.

Sharriah asked, looking at the Skeletons, which had come to obstruct their path, stopping them from traveling. "They are called a Gashadokuros, not every one knows of it. A Gashadokuro is a huge skeleton created from amassed bones of people who died of starvation or in battle. They are fifteen times larger than humans and roam the night or early day break looking for lone travelers to eat." Philip said,

The place looked like somewhere a cultivator practicing in solitude would live. Sitting on the bed was a skeleton in black robes, covered in spiderwebs. The skeleton was obviously devoid of any flesh, but Wilbur was reminded of Stefan at the mere sight of it. Stefan had achieved great things in his time but had still ended up dying here.

I should have worn a coat. I zipped up my jacket and I put my hands in the pocket. I had to protect my fists, if I was going to stand any chance in a fight then I had to make sure my fist could move how I wanted it to. I knew of this place very well, probably more than most others. This was the frozen forest also known as the frozen abyss by us werewolves from the bottom of the society. This was a place filled with a lot of expensive herbs that sold for a fortune but it was also a place that houses more skeletons than even the devil's closet.

Two white chairs were positioned in front of it, inviting anyone to sit and take their time. Approaching the closet door, anticipation welled up within Catherine. She flung it open, revealing a spacious walk-in closet already filled with a dazzling array of clothes. Along the center of the closet, tall shoe racks stood in an orderly line, showcasing stilettos, flats, and sneakers in abundance. Hayden looked at her with a mix of hope and fear. "Don't you like it? I'll make adjustments, but please don't say anything to any of them," she pleaded, anxiety etched across her features as she followed Catherine into the closet.

Maybe he knows I’m planning something. Left all alone in the house, I roamed the whole house to study every corners of it. The rooms are all unlocked and it seems weird. The skeletons of humans inside the secret door of my room are still there but I’m planning to bury them outside. I can’t do that easily since there are people walking around. Maybe when it’s already night time, I can bury them.