By Micheal Larson 3rd
Sarah couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned, and eventually found herself staring ahead at the closet door. Slowly, it creaked open, and a skeleton hand crept out from inside. The moonlight shined in through the window, and the hand tapped on the door lightly. Sarah screamed. Her dog jumped off the bed, startled, and when here parents came rushing into the room, she said,
“There’s a skeleton in my closet!” They whipped open the door, and there was nothing there but empty shelves, and clothing hung on hangers. [Read more…] about The Skeleton Hand