Your neighbor was an odd one.

A skeleton, Barry Grim, lived in the apartment directly next to yours with his little half-sister. He always seemed to nervous and on-edge, you nor the other residents knew what was up with him. You saw his sister berate him as they were going out once.

You never really cared much for him, but you were very nosy— you couldn’t help yourself. One day, you heard a loud crash and a high-pitched yelp from next-door, and you quickly went to check on them. Knocking on the door, it opened and slowly revealed Barry with a large crack across his forehead and big globs of tears down his ch— uh. Lack-of cheeks. Right, he doesn’t have skin.

“Hell— Hello. I’m- I’m so sorry if you’re here for the ruckus, I—!” He talked fast, seemingly panicked as he heard another crash accompanied by his kid sister’s yell. “SKELLA??”