Skeletons In His Closet Novels & Stories

It was just shock after shock from each floor! "Yes, these are all the latest clothing from our store. Which one would you like to try?" "Try?" Felix exclaimed in his mind. Just as he was trying to process what was happening, a large man walked in. He looked a little rushed as he barged through the door. He quickly pointed at one of the hanging human skin suits and said, "I want this one please." "Yes, sir." The saleswoman unhooked the one he pointed at and handed it to him. The man grabbed his scalp with both hands and pulled it off. His human skin was torn off, revealing a black skeleton frame—leaving only green lights flashing where his eyes were.

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, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

I stand up and start walking out deliberately slow, and say, “I was just drawing my brother and the room felt weird, so I asked if he was there with me. That’s when the skeleton moved.” Thinking that the whole thing is funny, he cracks a smile and I catch him. I smack his arm and yell at him, “Stop laughing at me and take that thing out of my room. I don’t ever want to see it again.” Once we get back to my room, I refuse to go in until he removes the skeleton from my door. After he takes it down, he leaves with it and then comes back a few minutes later, saying as he patronizes me, “See. No harm. It’s all been taken care of now.”

I look around, and from the light, I can finally make out what is on the floor that I was touching a while ago. It's a fucking human skeleton. I let out a shriek and try to move further back. "Get me out of here. Get me out of here, please." I pleaded with him, but all my pleas fell on deaf ears as he just laughed at my predicament. "Oh no, I'm sorry, but I can't do that. I unfortunately cannot let you out of here. You want to know why?" I nod. "Good girl. Because your stupid husband doesn't want to give up what we want to save your life. Tell me, dear." He moves closer to the gate. "Does he even care about you?"

His tone was a little complicated. He had thought of many possibilities, but he did not think that the other party would really come back. However, today, the human skeleton did return. This meant that some peace would be broken. If it had been many years ago, the black-robed zombie would have thought it was interesting and he would even add fuel to the fire. But now, he only felt that it was not good. It was better that the other party didn’t come back. "I... should... take... my... thing..." The human skeleton's words were still intermittent, but the next moment, a sentence, like thunder, suddenly shattered all the bones around, "Get out!"

Jun snorted for the second time "No one knows what they were fighting inside that wall except, of course of the rumors of skeletons," it was Marcus who said that, "I know for sure it was laziness that keeps their watch on that wall. Skeletons. Such absurdity. Dead is dead. All of you know that." Marcus laughe

“Besides, it’s not heavy. It’s just bones at this point.” “House of horrors,” I said in a voice just above a whisper as I looked at Megan. She raised her brows and grinned. I rushed to hold the door open for him as he took the skeleton to his sheriff’s car and put it in his trunk. “That trunk has held a lot of crazy things lately,” I said as I stood in the opened doorway. Megan came up behind me and said in a matter-of-fact way, “I wonder if her ghost will leave with her bones.”

He stood there for over ten seconds before pushing the door that had been closed for three years open. With a creak, the humid and stale air rushed out, carrying the smell of mold. The interior was just as it had been when I died—neat and tidy, except for some mess on the tables. That mess was from the days after my death, and they were caused by Toby's mischief. In the living room and near the wall, there were two chalk outlines—one large, one small. The large one was me. The small one was Toby. I had collapsed on my way back to the bedroom from the bathroom. Toby had died quietly in my arms.

the third skeleton replied impassively. "Do you see that man? He came here as a teenager, around sixteen, and he's never been able to fulfill any of our desires," the first skeleton whispered to me. "It's likely that the person he came for has moved on. Some sacrifices aren't worth making," the second skeleton added, sighing. "Now, my desire is for you to bring me a child's tears. Just a single teardrop," the first skeleton instructed, an undertone of excitement in its voice.

The whole way went smoothly. He even felt like looking for Sam. "I wonder if we can link up. It's so boring going around alone. If it weren't Sam who suggested this, I wouldn't be bothered with something so childish," Zach said. Before he knew it, he arrived at a small room that was only a few square meters large. There was a pile of bones on the ground. Zach kicked it around, looking around and not noticing anything strange, so he turned around and left. The moment he turned around, someone appeared behind him without him knowing.