Skeletons In Closet Novels & Stories

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.

A huge mirror and drawers and drawers of skin care. Back to the room, I opened up the closet and I thought I could not be surprised further, there was large walk in closet filled to the brim with clothes, different designers,boots, sneakers, heels, sweaters, dresses, shirts.. most disturbing thing was everything was my size, it felt like the entire room was for…. Me.

"No. But I have a description. A twenty foot tall skeleton built from human skeletal remains. Silver bolts bounced off it. There were wolves involved with taking it down." "A Gashadokuro." He pronounces it like a fine vintage. "The starved dead, gathered up and walking. Rare, noisy, and Japanese, which is the interesting part, Miss Sweeney, because we are a very long way from Japan and they’re not known for traveling." His finger taps the bar counter, filing something of his own that I’m sure he has no intention of sharing with the class. As long as it keeps Leon out of trouble I don’t care.

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.

The door was heavy and scraping sounds came from the ground as it opened. Sara took a look at the other side and saw a small room almost empty except for a skeleton sitting on a throne with his limbs crossed. Hmm!!! This is quite weird, how'd the creepy woman get to move a whole mansion and place it deep in a cave, this is basically kidnapping. Sara focused all hee mental energy on the skeleton but she found nothing wrong with it, so she decided to examine the room. The room was clean and completely empty, its walls seemed more resistant than the others of the building.

Weapons emerged from the pool of blood, and finally, the skeletons wobbled before Chase, numbering more than a dozen. Chase leaped onto one of the skeletons' shoulders. The skeleton crumbled to dust under his weight. With a wave of his sleeve, a gust of energy swept over the skeletons, reducing them all to ash. Chase turned his gaze back to the woman behind the tent. She was now giggling silently while covering her mouth. Smiling, he wondered aloud, "Are there any real monsters or ghosts around here?" The woman's movements were stiff as she slowly raised an arm and pointed to herself.

He led me about ten feet to the left of the path, pushing aside a thick, snow-laden bush. The stench hit me first the cloying, sweet smell of decay, masked by the cold but unmistakable. Lying in a shallow hollow was a skeleton, clad in the rotted remnants of what looked like leather armor. It was curled in on itself, its spine arched unnaturally. Embedded in its ribcage and the frozen earth beneath it were dozens of long, sharpened wooden stakes that had clearly shot out from the side of the path. A cold dread, entirely different from the chill of the mountain, seeped into my bones.

If they could not resolve the problem of the sealed land or failed to leave this place, they might be trapped here until they died. The skeletons did not require food or drink. They simply had to reassemble repeatedly. So far, their strength seemed unlimited. There was no comparison between humans and skeletons. As time progressed, humans would be exhausted and rendered useless against the skeletons. They quickly followed Philip’s cue of chopping off the skeletons' limbs and leaving them alive with skulls and torsos intact. Suddenly, the huge palace shrank rapidly. Almost everyone discovered that change, and the space left for them was quickly reduced by half.

No shape could ever truly contain the deep and pervasive horror that Death inspires and to behold it in all its extradimensional glory is to spontaneously fry your brain. In one fluid, memorized motion, Septimus whirls his overcoat off and into the air and a spirit steps out of a wall of monitors to assume the role of a coat-stand. This spirit is fully skeletal; tragically its head is missing so there’s nothing but its spine protruding between the shoulder-blades, making it otherwise perfect as a peg. Septimus tosses his guitar case in the same direction and the decapitated skeleton also catches this out of habit before stiffening ramrod straight like a foot guard at Buckingham Palace.

I couldn’t see his face, not that it would make a difference since he had no face, but I wondered if my question made him sad. “I’m not much of anything,” he said. “Just a guy who fucked up and was cursed to live for all eternity. But not in a cool, sexy way, like a vampire. Just cursed to slowly rot and erode. Eventually I’ll just be dust, when these bones start to disintegrate in millions of years.” “That sounds… lonely,” I said. I couldn’t explain it, but I was starting to feel genuinely bad for this strange talking skeleton. He shrugged. “You get used to it. That’s why I decided to hang out in that anatomy lab. I like seeing all of the students come and go.”