Oh my god...

Your eyes grow wide and you feel the need to scream. You stare, not breathing, not moving, at the sight before you, almost as though it might move if you do.

The idea itself is absurd, but fear and surprise have taken hold of you.

After a minute that feels like an hour, your body relaxes some, accepting what you've found but not liking it one bit.

You can tell it was once a woman by the fact that she's wearing a dress. Other than that, the skeleton before you is untelling. It sits in a rocking chair in the corner, stitching in its lap.

Besides the lantern and the skeleton, the shop is fairly empty. Against the wall, half-finished projects hang from wooden hangars. On the opposite wall, unused rolls of fabric lean, waiting to be used.

You see a man's jacket hanging near the door.