Skeletons In The Closet Book Novels & Stories

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

Finally, they managed to kick the door down. I switched on my flashlight and shone it into the room. "Don't come in here! Don't come in here!" There was a woman hiding inside. She was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, dressed in my silver long-sleeved pajamas. She had a fruit knife in her hand, which she pointed at us. I gave her a look, smiling coldly. Then, I peered into the garbage can outside the door. There were tissues covered in semen inside! It turned out that Zane was hiding a woman in the house and getting busy with her here!

It’s the King’s chamber, I should expect nothing less. I went straight for his closet, if he’s hiding something in here, my gut says that would be the place he keeps the secret. I stepped into the large room he created for his closet, myriads of shirts hanged to a shelf were on a long roll. A tiny space wide enough to fit most humans passed through each of the rolls vertically and I marched down each looking for skeletons. So far there was nothing through the first roll, the second, and there were five in total. However, when I arrived at the third one, right at the end of the roll I noticed there was a safe merged into the wall.

I had spent many sleepless nights in there, afraid someone would break in. When they saw the inside, they were stunned. The room was pitch-black, and nothing was visible. There wasn't even a light. The teacher explained that it had been abandoned for years and the school used it as a trash dump.

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

Jake was trembling with the entire of his back drenched with sweat, his t-shirt clasping back into his skin. What the fuck! He was still gasping for breath from hyperventilation when he noticed something under the skeleton's hand. A book? He crawled towards the skeleton whose empty orbits were looking up at him, reminding him about the skull Cole had tossed at him except this was real! He slowly pulled the book from underneath the skeleton and turned it over. There was not much on it except for the fact that it was pretty old and heavy, with a symbol on top of it. He had seen that particular symbol many times before. A five-pointed star-the Pentagram. It had fine golden edges.

Sitting in the dim light of my apartment, I heard the distinctive sound of a door closing from across the hall. A sinister smile crept over my face. Clay was leaving. I slid the glass door to my balcony open and peered down to see his black car pull out of the parking garage, heading north. He's going home, I thought, how convenient. I returned inside, my fingers itching to pry open the book that lay on my coffee table. It wasn't any ordinary book—it was an old folklore tome filled with rituals, spells, and hidden amidst cryptic language, and dark magic.

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

My chest rose as I took a deep breath to calm myself and stepped forward. I was inside. My eyes locked on the skeleton, still curled on the floor, its empty sockets staring into the dark like it was guarding something. “It... it moved,” I said, eyes wide, staring as the skull’s empty sockets now looked straight at me.