Skeletons In His Closet Novels & Stories

Walking to a closet, he opened the doors. Peering past him, Sylvia saw an arrangement of bikinis and several little beach cover-ups, scandalizingly short robes of thin cotton lace or translucent gauze. That was it. There was nothing else to wear. Her eyes widened. Leaning back, she put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “Where’s the rest?” “Oh. Is there nothing in there but bikinis for you?” he said innocently. But it was worse than that. She sucked in her breath as, looking further inside the closet, she saw men’s T-shirts and shorts. A sinking feeling went through her heart. “Why are your clothes in my closet?”

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.

Bastion opened the door and lowered his head to walk through keeping his eyes before him. Following behind him, Raven and her mama stole glances at each other in assurance they should continue following him. Neither of them were sure they weren’t being taken to their demises. “Bastion,” Alexandre whimpered, “Where are you taking us?” “Look.” Bastion pointed his long thick finger towards the other side of the room. There. The men that got away that day. Well the skeletons of them. But they had a tether to them. It looked like a spell bag hanging from each of their spines hanging over their rib cages. Bastion said some quiet words and the bones came alive as their spirits filled their dangling

"Don't worry! I'm a doctor. I'm not afraid!" With a faint smile on his face, he headed toward the bones at a quicker pace. Zachary looked utterly bewildered, not understanding Kiran's intentions. As for Frank, he had already figured out that those skeletons had deadly poison from the School of Venom, or perhaps it was the snake venom from that snake. However, he did not understand what was going on. Kiran walked up to the bones and kicked them with his foot. He even kicked over one of the freshly deceased, surprised to see the person's back already rotting while the bones remained intact.

You would’ve still be alive. And now, what do you want him to do, just what Lucas! He place it back on the shelf. And turn to glance at Beryl who was cowering beside the door. Her feet were shaking and she was all sweaty. She hadn’t thought it would be this scary. There were skeletons at the door. Blood on the doorpost. What did all that mean, there was a half dried thing, looking like a human beside the door. And a cloak was covering the bed. This was just his study what would the basement look like or his lab. How did he get to study with all these creepy things staring at him.

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.

Numerous skeletons around him bared their jaws and brandished their weapons to attack him. “What are you doing? Get away from me!” Howard waved his hands in a panic. The skeletons gradually transformed into the appearances of the people he had killed. Howard panicked and the smell of urine wafted around him. Everyone turned to Howard in bewilderment, wondering what was wrong with this guy. The waiters stepped forward and tried to lead Howard away before he lost his composure any further. No matter what, he should clean up. Unbeknownst to them, the waiters looked like scary skeletons in Howard’s eyes.

Pulling out the Halloween stuff, Alec looked at a few pictures I had printed. “This is…” “Too scary for you?” I gave him a look. He was actually looking at one of my gross displays. It was a skeleton with pastrami as skin. The body had pastrami on the bones and the rest was a massive skeleton charcuterie board. “No. I just won’t be able to look at you the same way.” “What? Why?” I asked, slightly hurt. “I assumed you were more of the cute Halloween theme person. In reality, you are the dark side.

He’d fallen and rolled into a vast chamber full of skeletons. He turned, squinting, seeing that it was more than just a depositary of bones. Over and over there were skeletons. Huge skeletons. A majority of them were quite massive and bearing skulls more apish than those of men. Understanding that he stood in a weird graveyard, August figured there was some compliance between the locals and these stinking beasts. That didn’t mean much at the time, as he heard voices from down the way, ahead of him. Barely able to see in the grim light, he flattened against the wall of bones between him and the cave wall, wishing he could climb out, balance on the ledge and go back the way he came. August tho

he says simply. “I’m not a hoodie you forgot to return,” I say. “You don’t get to hoard my past like a… like a shrine.” His gaze darkens. “You think that drawer was about you?” he asks. “That closet? It was about me. About the only part of my life that didn’t reek of blood and debt. You want to know what my world looked like without you? Empty rooms like this. Ledgers. Names crossed off. That jacket was the closest thing I had to prove that once, I did something that didn’t end with someone in a morgue.”