“Skeleton keys don’t unlock skeletons, you know,” said the boy. “It’s a real shame, too.”
“I guess, but this one will open my mum’s closet,” said his friend.
The first boy shrugged. “Yeah, but who cares about some old shoes and dresses. Come on, let’s go play outside.”
The door slammed behind them.
The skeletons in the closet relaxed in a clatter of loose joints. That was close.