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Skeletons in the Closet: Part 1 (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)



Once upon a time, there lived a young boy who lived what he thought to be a happy life with his father and mother. His mother worked at home and did domestic work as a good wife did. She never left the house. His father was not home much, nor spent much time with the boy, as he often traveled for work, and he worked hard as a good father did. There was only one rule for the household when father wasn't home: Never go into the father's bedroom closet. 

The mother, nor young boy, had ever been in the father's closet. But this particular day, while the boy was playing alone, he heard a strange noise from his parents’ bedroom. His mother was busy doing chores so she wasn't mindful of him, as always. The boy crept up the stairs to his parents’ room and saw his father’s large closet door. He went to turn the knob; he was certain that's where the noise was coming from. It was locked. It wouldn't budge. 

Normally, the boy would dare not to test his curiosity, but his father was away and his mother was busy, so he tried and tried to open the door and even pick the lock, but nothing worked. As he was about to give up, as he turned to leave, he tripped and when he hit the ground, the closet door opened slightly. A skeleton's head roll out startling the boy. Most little boys would have been scared to face what was in front of him, but not this little boy.

He got up slowly and went into his father's closet.

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