Scare Up Some Fun With a Posable Skeleton

The midnight hour was fast approaching and Josh gulped as he entered the graveyard. Why did he have to take such a stupid dare? To enter a graveyard on Halloween night? But he told himself all he had to do was plant his switchblade in a grave and get out of there. Then when the guys came by in the morning they could never call him a chicken again. Who's the chicken? He thought miserably. He was the one taking this dare while they all hung out at the Halloween party and had fun.

As he walked he thought he heard a strange sound and turned around, but it was only dried leaves scrabbling over the flat wolfstone that covered one of the older graves. Sighing in relief he drew out his switchblade and flicked it open, then he plunged the blade into the center of an old grave and turned, preparing to run. But to his horror Josh came face to face with a rather annoyed skeleton.

"Well, young man. I suppose you have a good reason for descrating my grave?" The skeleton growled. Josh just stared and helplessly shook his head. Dressed in his formal attire the skeleton looked like he'd just arrived from a fancy dress party. The skeleton sighed. "Josh, what have I told you about taking these stupid dares? These young men are not your friends." Josh only nodded in reply, trying to gulp back tears.

The skeleton, who was his grandfather came forward and hugged him tight. "Hush, Josh. I was the same way at your age, you know. Always doing fool things to impress the other guys. But then I met your grandmother and realized I didn't need them. Speaking of which, come on. Get your knife and come to the party with me."

"What party, grandpa?" Josh asked, collecting his knife and pocketing it. In answer the skeleton led him to the largest tomb in the graveyard, the doors opened at the rap of his skeletal fist and the pair entered. Ghosts, skeletons and many living folks mingled in what turned out to be a gigantic ballroom. There was even music and dancing.

An even more dapper skeleton that his grandfather came forward, tipping his top hat politely."Enjoy yourself, Josh." The skeletal host encouraged. "You can eat or drink, usually it wouldn't be a good idea, but I rule this graveyard and I'll keep an eye on you. And by the way, the young lady over there has been asking about you. She's my godchild, very nice girl. Now you two enjoy yourselves." The skeleton smiled and wondered off, but Josh only had eyes for the lovely young girl across the room.

What stories will your skeletal friend inspire? Recently my darling dearest made his Squidoo debut in his fancy dress attire. He is collecting quite the fanbase, and visitors to my home admire him for the dapper and friendly fellow he is.

These skeletons are wonderfully constructed, heavy, and you can move the arms and legs to pose him (or her) in a chair. Sturdy screws mean his bones will stay together and he has just enough realism to give some folks a fright.

This is the kind of skeleton you can build a home haunt around as he will last just about forever with reasonable care. And at five feet tall you could always store him in a coffin for safe keeping until next Halloween. Or let your handsome fellow or beautiful lady sit out all the year round and keep you company.

I know mine will, handsome fellow that he is. Oh, before I forget the background for this lens and the photos in the brag book you'll find below are ones I took of him. Enjoy!

Have goofy fun with your new skeleton friend.