Skeleton Dance

Skeleton in the closet

Dominique stayed still. Keeping her eyes trained on the moving van that had stopped in front of the manor. The gleam off the car made her realize how much the manor had changed since she had found it ten years ago.

The grass was long and untamed, but it was a brighter shade. The flowers seemed to be in full bloom and the trees had grown. The only thing that hadn't changed was the driveway. Grey stones that lay in a perfect pattern.

Her attention fell back on the van when the door of the car opened. A man with frizzy blond hair and pale skin stepped out. His collared shirt wrinkled, as if he had been in the car for hours. On the driver's side stepped out a woman, her hair pulled up in fabric letting only one curly dark strand peek out. Her dark skin shiny with sweat from beneath her summer shirt.

Then the side door opened. Dominique's eyes concentrated on the figure that stepped out of the car. Inky colored cascades of hair spilled from her head, stopping at her shoulder. Headphones rested on her neck. The girl's tan skin peeped out from her grey tank top. The skeleton was memorized in awe at the living girl. Dominique leaned forward, almost pressing her face against the glass to get a better view. The girl looked up, her eyes falling on the window Dominique was in.

Quickly Dominique ducked down so that all the girl saw was a flash of white. Breaking the trance, she was under she leaned against the wall and decided that she would have to hide. Soon. The people obviously came to live in this home and probably wouldn't welcome strangers. Never the less, a dead one.

Dominique eyes searched the room she was in. From the old Victorian bed that had drapes across it to the fireplace she tapped her skull thinking.

If I was alive, where would I not look for a skeleton?

''Now that was a question'', Dominique said quietly to herself. She slowly got on her knees and allowed herself to peek out the window. The man was holding several boxes stacked upon one another while the women was sorting a pile of keys in her hand now. The girl was nowhere to be seen.

The skeleton risked getting up from her knees so she stood on her tips of her toes, trying to see if she could get a view of the girl again. She saw something move from the back of the car and saw the girl once more, waddling toward what seemed to be her parents. A mountain of boxes in her arms. The boxes had letters written on them but the skeleton couldn't read them from where she was.

This annoyed her greatly.

The women then spoke to the girl before advancing and taking one of the boxes. Then they all made their way to the door and out of Dominique's reach of sight. Panic filled her bones as the sound of the front door creaked open echoed through the house. That door hadn't been opened in years.

Dominique's eyes fell on the closet in the room and bolted for it. Quickly she opened the door and threw herself in. She held the door closed. Hiding from the people. Which she learned as she stood and listened, that they were very noisy people.

The skeleton stayed in the closet, fiddling with her fingers. Enjoying the sound of the bones clicking when they crashed together. Now this is boredom at its purest, Dominique thought as she helplessly put her arms down.

She leaned back, the old dresses behind her slightly supported her weight. But not all the way. Dominique fell. Crashing against the wood floor. She had tried to stop her fall by grabbing onto the gowns but only pulled them down with her.

The sound of her crash was loud, which was followed by an eerily quietness. As if the house its self was holding its breath. Maybe they didn't hear, Dominique thought hopefully.