Skeletons in My Closet
I saw something in my closet. It watched me night. I was frozen in fear. They were coming. I felt paranoid. Those faces made of, something. Something skeletal. Some spooky. Then, the scariest thing happened.
I felt tapping on my door. I slowly opened the door. Nobody was there. I knew something was, different. It was about my house. There's something different. I can feel it.
I saw some news. Before. Deep into the night. I fell alsleep as I moved around. I was hoping everything was OK. I felt nothing. Things felt, off.
What happened was weird, my stomach turned. Woah. Something was a-brewing. I ran to the bathroom. I sat my fat ass on the toilet. I heard a cracking noise. Was the toilet breaking? Yeah? Maybe? No.
It was something else. Yeah. Yeah. I knew something was wrong. Was something wrong? It was.
There was nothing. Yeah. Nothing wrong? I heard the normal Gordon Ramson violin noise. For some reason. I heard my door open. Nobody was home, only I was. No one else.
I heard banging and laughing from a closet. I ran up to it. Someone was saying something. I couldn't make it out. My hands shook violently. Something wasn't right, it was quite the opposite. Nothing was right. It was wrong. Very wrong. I was scared to open it. Yeah. Scared.
Someone was there. Really. Someone was there. I promise. Someone was there in my very closet. My fingernails were ripped off. Then they regrew. Wow. What scary stuff.
Something was there. Someone. Somebody. Me? My friends? Yeah.
It wasn't my friends. I heard a bunch of voices. They were in my head. I didn't have any medicine. Yeah. I had nothing to do. Those voices weren't coming from the closet. They were coming from my head. Including the Gordon Ramsey sound.
These things had something in common. It was scary. This was not normal. Not at all. Yeah. It happened. It will happen again? Yeah? I knew something.
There was nothing. Nothing right? Yes. Everything wrong? Yeah. Stuff was different. Yeah. Stuff was odd. I heard a chilling noise of what sounded like bones. I finally managed to open the closet. What I saw was horrifying. Then, it happened. They went out. Jumping. They went out. For me. The fact is, then, a skeleton popped out! If you ever hear bones in your closet, please, do not open it. Otherwise, you will be next to face the spookiness of the skeletons of the closet.
Written by TheBigLG
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