You immediately turn around and start the trek home. You don’t need to follow any strange, creepy, nightmarish skeletons today, no thank you. You want to go home, take shower, read a book, and sleep off the day’s troubles.
So you do exactly that. You make it home without any problems, put your bicycle in your garage, eat a quick snack, and jump in the shower. The warm water eases your tense muscles, allowing your heart to return to its normal pace. As water and soap rushes down the drain, you slowly relax.
You dry yourself off and dress in pajamas, the fabric soft on your skin. You go through your house closing windows and turning off lights before making your way to your bedroom to settle in for the night.
When you open your closet to grab your book, a chill worms its way down your body and you look up. A rotting skeleton stares back at you, propped in the doorway of your closet and reaching for you. It looks exactly like the one you saw earlier.
You slam the closet door closed and back away, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed and making you fall over. You watch the door intently, waiting for any sign of movement. Your heart thumps so loudly you think your neighbors can hear it.
Nothing happens for five minutes. Gathering your courage, you grab a poker from your fireplace and brandish it in front of you as you prepare to open the closet door again. Your hand closes around the doorknob, and it’s cold to the touch.
You wrench the door open, hefting the poker behind your head in case you need to swing it, but there is nothing there. The closet is just a closet, filled with clothes, shoes, books, and childhood memories. But no skeletons.
Keeping a tight grip on your weapon, you gingerly close the door. Your heart is still beating a mile a minute as you try to think about what to do.
You can either believe you imagined the skeleton and try to sleep, or you can ask to stay at a friend’s house for the night.
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