Unfinished Skeleton Story

 >There’s probably easier, less dangerous ways to go about this, but you know you’re not going to put forth the effort to find them.
>Besides, when has Craigslist ever let you down?
>It said you’d need to bring a few ingredients in order for everything to work.
>Nothing special, just some dead leaves, an old coin(a penny from 1972 in this case), and a ‘bodily sacrifice.’
>Thankfully, the last one didn’t mean you had to kill someone.
>You just had to sacrifice something from your own body, which wasn’t hard.
>You needed a shave, anyway.
>Definitely picking up some talcum powder on the way home, though.
>You left your home around a quarter to midnight, per the given instructions.
>You weren’t too happy about trudging through the pitch black forest in the pouring rain, but you knew it would be worth it in the end.
>That is, if it worked.
>It’s about five minutes to midnight when you see it.
>A modest one-story house, mostly painted black, somehow standing out from the darkness of the woods.
>You can make out a yellow-orange light in one of the windows.
>Someone’s home.
>You hope it’s the person you’re looking for.
>You brave the downpour as you approach the front door.
>After three knocks, you can hear a voice from inside calling out.
>”Just a minute!”
>It’s a woman’s voice.
>Sounds like the right place.
>You can make out footsteps approaching the door, along with a clacking sort of sound.
>You wonder what the hell that could be before the door swings open, effectively answering your question.
>In front of you stands a young woman, only a few inches taller than you.
>Her raven hair, while a bit messy, falls beautifully onto her slender shoulders.
>She’s dressed in a form-fitting navy dress/cloak with a brown belt around her trim waist, thigh-high stockings, and high-heeled boots that stop just below her knee.
>However, the most enthralling thing about her is her skin.
>In that, she doesn’t have any.
>Her face is mostly skeletal, her eyes empty sockets with pale teal pupils.
>Her neck is slim, as it’s simply the top part of her spinal cord.
>Even her fingers are thin and, appropriately, bony.
>Despite all that, for whatever reason, she has an absolutely killer figure.
>She’s curvy in all the right places, and those curves seem to be the source of the clacking noise you heard earlier.
>Her ribs impossibly curve into the form of her modest bust, the individual bones knocking against one another as her chest trembles with every step.
>You hear a similar sound come from her pelvis as she shifts her voluptuous hips and bottom, taking in your own appearance.
>The human body averages at around 200 bones.
>Right now, yours has about 201.