3/23/22 Skeleton in the Closet

 Skeleton in the Closet

Flip a coin he told me, that’s all it will be, he said. What a lie he was able to construct. It was just supposed to be a casual visit, hanging out with a friend you know? He will never have my trust again. I cannot describe what emotion filled my body when he showed me what he had hidden in his apartment.

Before the coin was tossed in the air, all he told me was, heads you show me something random, tails I show you something. I thought I knew him well enough to know this wouldn’t go somewhere I wasn’t comfortable with. Oh how I was wrong. The coin landed with tails facing upwards.

I curiously asked him what he had to show me, he just stood up and told me to follow. We walked to a door which I assumed was a small closet. When he opened the closet door I was filled with shock. A pile of bones was piled on the floor.

I asked if they were real and he said yes. Panic filled my body, I began to question if my friend was a killer and if I was his next victim. Nervously I asked him where they came from. He said he had killed a man and these were his remains. The calmness of his voice only made my fear grow stronger. I asked why he had killed the man and he said he didn’t know, he just had the opportunity one night and took it, he described it as a sort of urge or instinct. I pushed further, asking if this was his first. He said that it was, and that it would be the only, it was just something he had to do once to know what it was like, he said.

Slowly I backed away from him, as he tried to reassure me he wasn’t going to hurt me. I didn’t care. I turned and ran, I got in my car as fast as I could and never looked back. Whether he was telling the truth or not I didn’t care, I had seen a side of my friend that scared me and I didn’t want to be around ever again. I moved away and never told him where I went. I dropped all contact with him. 

For some reason I never reported him to the police, I guess out of respect for the man I thought I knew. I just didn’t want anymore trouble and for all this to just die down and disappear. In my new home I felt safe and just wanted to forget it ever happened.


The End

3/23/22

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