Some Things Are Better Left in the Closet

Submitted by Betsy:

On the entire first date with Peter, he kept insinuating that we should go back to his place. I didn't really want to, but he seemed geeky and harmless, so I went for it.

Of course, he said, "There's something I want to show you in the bedroom." Knowing the sorts of things that are shown off in bedrooms, I decided to go along. This wasn't going to go beyond a first date, so why not have some fun?

He opened his door and the place was quite literally wallpapered with carpet squares, you know, like the tiny samples that they give away at carpet stores like paint swatches? Yes. Those. Hundreds of them, like a mental ward cell.

"What's with the carpeting?" I asked.

"Oh, just for decoration," he said, "What I really want to show you is in the closet."

I have a bad feeling about this.

He opened up his closet, and there, among the clothes, bags, and stored blankets, is a skeleton. It hangs upright from a truss, like the kind used in med schools.

I make for the door.

"Wait!" he screamed, "It was my uncle's! I mean, my uncle got it for me!"

That's all I heard as I left his house. I never heard from him again.


  1. Sounds like a IRL troll to me.

  2. you win WEIRDEST bad date tale. EVER.

  3. What the hell? Super-scary in every way!

  4. Hey, come on! Everyone's got some skeletons in their closet!

  5. My question is, why was he so intent on showing you something like that?

  6. Okay, I want to get a skeleton to put in a closet.

  7. He was messing with you and you freaked out. I bet he had a good laugh at you once you were gone.

  8. he just wanted to show you his skeleton in his closet. it is a metaphor. retards.


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