Chapter Twenty-Three SkeletonsYour neighbor has turned out their lights, drawn the blinds and gone to bed. The show is over. The screaming has subsided. The sound of whips cracking is no longer. What you’ve just witnessed while spying from behind your living room curtains was far from what you had anticipated. Disturbed and unsettled you sit in the darkness of your living room as the warm glow of intrigue is replaced by shame, regret and remorse. Your mind wanders to your attic closet. Your skeletons beckon to you for their release. Are you going to answer their call?
