Skeleton in the closet REVISED

Hey all!
So here is the revised version of Skeleton in the Closet. After reading the comments from my classmates I changed it...alot.
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Apartment 211 was sitting in its corner, eagerly awaiting the young man that was approaching it. Roy Tucker, a tanned young man, with short black hair, approached the apartment with his cleaning supplies in hand. He felt uneasy as he approached the flat. Recently he had noticed an eerie aura around the apartment itself but its neighboring flat and the inhabitants notice nothing. Maybe it was because Roy was superstitious around the time of Halloween and believed in things like ghosts and ghouls. Nonetheless, he took a deep breath, said a silent prayer to God – somehow this always made him feel more at ease with everything – and climbed up the wooden steps to the door.

He sensed a chill dash up his spine as he pulled out the key to the apartment, slid it into the lock, unlocked the door, and stepped inside the white walled, brown carpeted room, but he brushed it off and assumed that his superstitions were getting the better of him.

“Easy Roy, don’t let your thoughts spiral out of control,” he muttered to himself.

His nostrils were struck with the scent of fresh carpet upon entering and he set down his supplies to the side. He figured he would start cleaning in the bedroom first just to get it out of the way. Brown eyes scanned the room for any sort of blemishes, pen marks, dents, and the like. Finding nothing out of the ordinary he opened the door to the walk in closet. Whatever color was in Roy’s face at that moment, drained quickly as his pupils dilated to mere pinpricks and his heartbeat raced so fast he could have sworn he was running a marathon.

Lying inside the closet was a mangled skeleton.

His breath quickened and sweat beaded on his brow as he stared upon the horror in the closet. He had to loosen his collar in order to breathe better and he couldn’t help but wonder what travesty happened in this room to hide a skeleton. Was a young girl murdered and raped here? Did a young teenager commit suicide? Or was there an occultist that used the skeleton for some crazy voodoo ritual? Roy had a million questions careening through his brain.

“Oh sorry that’s mine.”

He almost leapt three feet in the air when he heard a soft feminine voice speak. Whirling around to look behind him, he saw the translucent image of a young woman behind him, wearing a baggy jersey, his baggy jersey and black leggings. Her hair was brown, curled and framed her heart shaped face perfectly. From ghastly lips and hollow eyes she smiled a bit sadly at Roy.

Lotte. His dead girlfriend.

How was she standing here before him when he had seen her murdered in front of his very eyes?

He began to feel a panic attack arise as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and his heartbeat raced faster. With a slender hand she waved slightly at him.

“Hi Roy,” She said.

Never in his life had Roy screamed so loud or so high before. When he had finally shut his mouth and scrambled to the farthest corner of the room Lotte raised her translucent hands as if she were surrendering.

“I…you…you’re…” Roy began to stammer incoherently as he gawked at Lotte.

“Dead?” She completed this thought.

Pale and shaking he nodded. Roy felt almost as if he was going to throw up on the carpet.

“I know I’m dead…but I can’t really rest until my remains are properly cremated. You see… after Professor Oden murdered me and left you to die in that abandoned apartment…he sort of…defiled my body,” she explained.

Remembering that night, a violent pang went through Roy’s heart. There was so much more he could have done to save Lotte.

“He skinned my body, removed the important parts from my skeleton, sold my organs on the black market - at least I know that they are going to good use - and then proceeded to dump my skeleton behind this complex. That was two months ago.

“Two weeks ago, the older janitor, Benny, he found it, panicked, and decided to dump my skeleton in here. I mean no one’s lived here in years.”

It took everything for Roy to not retch at the explanation. He staggered to his feet, bolted out of the apartment, leaned over the porch railing and vomited.



I hope this was enjoyable for you all. Please comment with reviews!
Sincerely Yours,
Alice C. Kirk
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