Larry had moved into a new house near the edge of the village. Many said the house was haunted, but it had come too cheap to resist. One day, Larry went to the attic. He was flipping through some old books, when he heard a faint rapping sound. Was it his imagination? ‘Rap, rap.’ This time the sound was louder. He looked around. Odd, the cupboard in the corner seemed to be shaking. TAP! TAP! TAP! The sound was now deafening. With a creaking sound, the cupboard doors swung open. Out flew a bony white hand, followed by a leg. The bag of bones hurled itself against Larry. It pressed him down, smothering him with its weight. Larry grabbed at a table. The table shook and something fell on the skeleton. A shriek sliced through the musty air and cupboard doors shut tightly. Larry picked up the thing from the floor. It was a bronze cross.
The Skeleton in the Cupboard
