Skeletons In Closet Novels & Stories

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.

There, a stone door remained shut. James gently pushed the door open. Creak… The door, which had been closed for unknown years, was opened. Puzzledly, James walked into the room. This was a small stone house that was only a few hundred square meters in size. In the middle of the stone house, there was a kneeling skeleton whose limbs were chained. James approached the skeleton and looked at it in confusion. ‘Could this be Xandros? ‘Xandros is long dead, and only his skeleton remains. How could he possibly lead humankind?’

I cheered them and said further ," Then the undead army of skeletons will attack us. Basically if we walked past them without making a single noise they'll not attack us ." " Why?" Xavier was the first to ask. " Because they can't see. They are a lazy army of undead who don't want to be disturbed by any outsiders. If anyone or anything interrupts their peaceful sleep they are eaten alive." " Eaten alive?" Loren exclaimed in shock. " Yes. And they are turned back into skeleton knights. So I repeat it again: don't ever make a single noise when passing through their colony because I don't know their weakness. My mother has not mentioned them," I said as I stuffed the map back into my shirt's po

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 human bones everywhere including human skulls. This place reminded Theo of only one place, Eric's dungeon. “Jesus Christ!” Theo muttered still in shock. “What in hell is this place?” Theo asked rhetorically. He moved further to see more but this time was very careful not to step on any of the skeletons because he saw it as disrespecting the dead. There was a little cage there, Theo pushed it open and it was stored with different kind of weapons for torture. Theo gasped, if there was one word he would use to describe this place that would be creepy, no

Generally, the mine is a quiet place, where the only problem that generally arises is an accident in the mine itself, beyond that, the appearance of monsters such as Goblins, Orcs and beastmen is something unusual. But today the alarm cries were heard. A large group of skeletons were detected at a distance of about 400 meters from the mine, which rush down the road. There were a total of 14 skeletons, which were equipped with old chain mail, corroded shields, and rusty swords, but there was something odd about these skeletons. They were in close formation, they seemed to be part of a professional army. Quickly the few miners prepared for the imminent attack, most using their familiar pickaxe

The Shadowline By Friday, the town had already twisted Sophie into something else. Something easier to forget. Her name wasn't mentioned out loud, not in the halls, not in the diner, not even during the long, sagging sermons on Sunday. There was no funeral. There never was. Black Salt didn’t bury what it couldn’t explain. But the Bone House held her.

The city, once teetering on the brink of annihilation, could be transformed into an impregnable fortress, a sanctuary for its people. The next day, the battlefield wore a new, chilling aspect. The monstrous corpses, stripped of their flesh by the relentless scavengers of the night, lay scattered like bleached bones across the ravaged landscape. Each skeleton, a testament to the ferocity of the battle, was a monumental task to move. It took the combined strength of two men to lift a single ribcage, and thousands of these skeletal giants had to be hauled and transported to the warehouse of the Merchant Association.

It was the very reason it was also called the Plains of The Dead. That was in the past, because right now there were thousands of them. Zombies lined up in the front with not very good armour. There were also gargantuan zombies behind the smaller ones. Behind the zombies were skeletons. The skeletons were wearing armours that were in much better condition and quality than the zombies. Skeletons were said to be smarter than zombies despite not actually having a brain. Their ability in archery and melee combat made them quite formidable. They may be able to fight, but in the end they cannot do much without coordination.

Calhoun's POV To think this place has been here and we've walked past it several times. My body is already invigorating for war as we take the lift down underground. Jack is truly a sick person. It's obvious he's spent several years working on this place because it's really wide and spacious. It's dark so my men are making use of the torchlight they're holding. There are skeletons of dead people wrapped in torn dresses and pinned to the walls, as the lift keeps lunging downward.

“I will never be able to understand why they would go to such trouble or why they would be so twisted. For that matter, why can you mess with it, Luna Jones?” “That’s question I don’t have an answer for. But I want to know the answer to before this is over. As for why they did this. They needed a closet to store their skeletons. Along the way they found extra uses for the space and the discarded thing in their makeshift closet. Maybe creatures like me were created to keep this place in order? You know like a wardrobe mistress or a librarian?” Raven felt like that made sense. “Raven, the vibration. We must hurry to find out where it is coming from.” Dominic said. He wouldn’t allow her to go d