Skeletons In His Closet Novels & Stories

Severin stopped when he reached the entrance of the black tomb. In order to avoid any danger, he decided to explore the black tomb with his divine sense first. As he scanned around, he discovered there should not be any danger in the tomb as he only saw a skeleton lying on the ground. Since there was no potential threat, he could enter the black tomb fearlessly. In the tomb was a gold skeleton with a purple color robe with gold lining sitting with his legs crossed on a cushion. As time passed, the gold skeleton had dried up.

It was apparent that he had awoken a sleeping dog. Karma they say ‘never misses it’s target’ and at this point, all we can do is concur to that fact. It was clear that there were so many skeletons inside his cupboard. Everything that has been hidden was about to come to full blown light. All we can do is keep our fingers crossed and see how things play out. To be continued...

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?’

"They have replaced the structural integrity of your skeleton with their own. If we kill them—if we even attempt to move them—your entire frame will collapse into a heap of fine, white powder. You aren't a man carrying a parasite anymore. You are a living monument. You are the mound." I tried to stand, to flee from the madness in his eyes, but as I shifted my weight, a sickening crunch echoed through the quiet room. It wasn't the sound of a bone breaking. It was the sound of a dry sandcastle being stepped on. My right femur didn't snap; it shifted. I felt a handful of dry, gritty material slide down inside my leg, pooling at my ankle.

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

It was like he had set out to build the most boring wardrobe possible, and totally succeeded. I pulled out a navy hoodie with a bleach stain near the pocket. I held it up for him to see, turning slowly like it was some kind of exhibit. “What is this?” He shrugged. “It’s comfortable.” “It’s a crime,” I shot back, tossing it over my shoulder. “Are you hiding all the decent stuff or is this really it?” He laughed under his breath. “This is really it.” I didn’t let that stop me. I dug deeper, crouching to check the bottom of the closet. There were shoes down there well, more like sneakers that had seen better days and a pair of boots that had clearly been through war.

The nails screeched. The lid popped open. I took a deep breath. I braced myself for the smell of decay. I lifted the lid and threw it back. I looked inside. The scream died in my throat. There was no skeleton. There were no bones. There was no dust. The coffin was filled with bricks. Red construction bricks. They were stacked neatly in rows to simulate the weight of a body. I stared at them. My mind tried to reject what my eyes were seeing. "It is empty," Kael whispered.

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.

It was replaced by built-in cabinets in an off-white finish. Every trace of my life, from books, awards, to pictures, was missing. The space was now furnished with clothes, bags, and shoes. My room in the apartment I had paid for had been converted into Cass’ walk-in closet.

That is why they can rip human families apart without remorse. I strode over to the armoire and tried to open it, but it did not budge. I looked closely and realized it had a fingerprint and code lock. It piqued my interest. "What is he hiding in here?" I muttered to myself. Knowing that there was nothing I could do to open it today, I walked into his closet. The crisp scent of cedar met my nostrils as I gazed at the clothes hanging neatly within. I was a bit surprised to find his closet well arranged. Most of his clothes were blazer jackets and button-down shirts in an assorted array of colors. There were some black pants of the cargo variety and five three-piece suits in different colors.