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Even though Shawn had witnessed all sorts of grand scenarios, he was still startled. What kind of person puts a life-sized skeleton in a closet? "Are you okay?" Worried that he might be hurt, Ivy rushed over to check. "I'm sorry, I like to study these things at home, especially because I'm an orthopedic surgeon. I have to keep up with the latest knowledge." Seeing that he was unharmed, she apologized with a sheepish smile. Even for a medical professional like Shawn, it was rather unexpected to find a large skeleton in a closet. He couldn't help but think, "What kind of thought process does this woman have?"

He was in some kind of underground chamber where the darkness was lit by the luminescent fungi that covered the walls and ceiling, and he didn't need much to know what kind of chamber it was. In the wall on the other side of it were a series of horizontal niches the length of a man and only about two feet high. In each of those shady niches lay some human skeletons. The rotting remains of shrouds still clung to the bones of some of them. They had all been deposited there with their bony hands clasped over the empty rib cage. Dusty cobwebs festooned the calcified debris.

Thank the goddess that it’s my doctor that is the first to aid the female beta who has mysteriously fainted before him. I gently close the door to his office behind me, listening out for the click and checking the commotion outside was still louder than any noise I was making. As I turn I almost jump out of my own skin when I find a figure standing in the corner of the office…a model skeleton. I go through each drawer, each filing cabinet, almost deciding to bail out early, this was a bad idea. Until the last drawer to try happens to be the only one locked. I frantically search his desk and windowsill for the key, when I find it in the most unlikely of places…in the teeth of the life size sk

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

So far these were the only females he’d noticed with this anomaly. As he moved farther away from the entrance, beyond the reach of the other lantern and candles, he relied solely on his torch and a lamp that barely flickered. His steps now resembled a crab-like sideways shuffle as he felt there was less danger of treading on something he’d rather not. On his next slide along the floor, his foot connected with something. Something that moved and clattered. He directed the torch’s unsteady beam downward. Dozens of skeletons, sitting or lying slouched against each other. They were all naked, refused one last dignity. Some were missing limbs, others were charred in places. Alex recoiled as a cou

he said, going in. I hesitated. It was dark and smelled muggy, like dirt and wet cement. "You'll be fine." He flipped on a light. I went in cautiously and immediately wished I hadn't. My legs turned to jelly, and I found myself on my knees, though my first instinct was to bolt back up the stairs. "Snow, it's okay," Pops said quietly. "Think about the Harvard Museum of Natural History. They have skeletons and animals stuffed to make them look real and alive. The same applies here. Think of this as a museum for the supernatural."

I didn't like this, not one bit. I stepped forward, peering gingerly into the sarcophagus and let out my breath when I saw it was empty. Goddess, what the hell was I doing in here? I moved toward the skeleton, holding my lantern up to look down on the man, or what I assumed had been a man at one point. His clothes were nothing but decayed rags now, hanging off of his bones. One of his hands was clenched into a fist, and the other held what looked like a book.

"I've been trailing him for days. This guy comes from a poor background, parents from a small village. He even got into college on a full scholarship loan..." "Sounds pretty inspirational to me," Diana remarked. "I haven't finished! I discovered a little-known quirk of his. He has a room filled with dolls. He spends hours in there every night before coming out." "Maybe he just likes dolls... Could mean he's got a bit of a soft side, right? What's wrong with that?" Diana glanced at him, somewhat puzzled. "You collect skulls yourself, so who's the real oddball here?" Mitbahl was exasperated. "But can you really compare? My Bones are adorable, but his dolls, they're downright creepy! Twisted li

In this cell, there were a total of three kinds of good things, which Zephyr Khan had seen before. Meat Bun looked at them for a while and then directly put all three things into his pocket. After that, its small eyes swept the surroundings, as if it suddenly discovered something good. It rushed towards that skeleton again. After searching for a while, the long robe on the skeleton's body turned into light smoke and dissipated. This kind of situation was normal. No matter how powerful the clothes were, after such a long time, it was impossible to keep them intact. "Hmm? What's that?"

Suddenly, his hands grasped my throat. Choking, gagging for air clutched at his hands with my own. The sting of power that lived within him struck me like an electric shock. “I think in the future you should think about your words more carefully before letting them spill out of that pretty little mouth. I’d so hate to see those lips ripped from your skull, Chief Darksyde.” He snickered before throwing me to the ground.