Skeletons In His Closet Novels & Stories

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.

I turned into a shell of a person, going through the motions of each day without a care in the world. Now I know that's a really shitty ending to my first entry but I can't change what happened. College is my second chance at a new start and I don't plan to fuck it up this time. I'm hours away from my parents, the church, and everything that ever stood in my way of being myself. This is my year, the year of the closeted lesbian who got locked back inside every time she peeked her head out. I'm putting on my beanie, a red flannel from the hanger, and some ripped to hell skinny jeans from the pile and I'm busting this fucking door down. Love,

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.

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'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