"Perfect blend of the paranormal and cozy mystery genres"
Reviewed by Debbie Wiley
Posted October 29, 2015
Mystery Cozy | Mystery Paranormal
Halloween is one of the few times Sid can safely leave
the home. After all, Sid is a living skeleton and at
Halloween he can wear a costume to hide the fact he is
all bones. Unfortunately, his foray out of the house with
Georgia Thackery leaves him temporarily trapped in a
haunted house when a dead body is found. Georgia and Sid
can't resist the temptation to solve the murder mystery.
THE SKELETON HAUNTS A HOUSE is the third book in the
Family Skeleton series but stands well on its own.
Leigh Perry immediately immerses her readers
into the lives of the Thackery family and Sid, the living
skeleton. I definitely intend to read the two prior
books as I want to know how Sid became a part of their
family. Besides, I just want to read more about Sid as I
absolutely love his character!
Leigh Perry does a marvelous job utilizing the humorous
aspects to full effect as there are more than a few
laugh-out-loud moments. However, the sense of family
togetherness is what truly makes THE SKELETON HAUNTS A
HOUSE perfect. From the family dinners to the various
familial relationships, each and every aspect of THE
SKELETON HAUNTS A HOUSE is a true delight.
THE SKELETON HAUNTS A HOUSE is the perfect blend of the
paranormal and cozy mystery genres. Leigh Perry hooked me
immediately with the concept of a cozy mystery combined
with a living skeleton as I had to see how this would all
work out. And oh what fun THE SKELETON HAUNTS A HOUSE
is! If you love a good cozy mystery and a tad of
the paranormal (such as a living skeleton!), then look no
further than THE SKELETON HAUNTS A HOUSE as it is
entertainment at its finest!
Sid the Skeleton bones up on clues to solve a Haunted
House homicide in this mystery from the author of The
Skeleton Takes a Bowâ€¦
What holiday could bring more warmth to a skeletonâ€™s
chest cavity than Halloween? And when youâ€™re a living
whoâ€™s not supposed to be seen outside the house, itâ€™s a
welcome chance to get some fresh air and rub bony elbows
with people. Thatâ€™s why Sid doesnâ€™t mind wearing a full-
body dog suit and going as Scooby-Doo along with Georgia
Thackeryâ€™s Velma to the Halloween Howl.
Sid canâ€™t wait to go through the Haunted Houseâ€”but he
gets rattled for real when a genuine dead body is
Trapped inside as the police quickly seal off the crime
scene, Sid makes no bones about dropping the dog suit and
posing as an actual skeleton. This murder is a skull-
scratcher, but as long as Sid is on the inside, he might
well case the joint to figure out who used the cover of
darkness to commit the perfect crimeâ€¦
ExcerptMost people wear Halloween costumes in order to look
scarier, but my best friend Sid had picked his to look
Heâ€™d already climbed into the full-body fur suit, and I
reached up to put the head on.
â€śHowâ€™s that? Is it straight?â€ť
â€śI think so,â€ť he said, â€śbut itâ€™s hard to breathe in
â€śYou donâ€™t need to breathe.â€ť I wasnâ€™t being mean. Sid
really doesnâ€™t need to breathe. In fact, he canâ€™t breathe
because technically, he isnâ€™t even alive. He died over
twenty years ago, and like most people whoâ€™d died that
far back, all thatâ€™s left of him is a skeleton. Unlike
most peopleâ€”unlike any other people at all, as far as I
knewâ€”Sid has come back toâ€¦Well, if not to life, then back
to consciousness, movement, and a penchant for watching
old cartoons. He also has a passion for Halloween, since
itâ€™s one of the few times he can go out in public.
One might think that Sidâ€™s usual boney appearance was
already right on target for Halloween and in previous
years heâ€™d dressed as Death, the Grim Reaper, and Jolly
Roger. However, recent incidents had linked skeletons and
my family a little too publicly, and weâ€™d decided that
something more discreet was called for. Besides, Sid had
run out of skeletal-themed costume ideas and was ready to
try something new.
â€śHow do I look?â€ť He spun around slowly so I could see him
in all his furry glory.
I reached up and straightened the green vinyl collar
around his neck. â€śNot bad. I would never have recognized
you.â€ť That was, of course, the point of a full-body-
covering getup. â€śLetâ€™s hear the voice.â€ť
â€śScooby dooby dooooo!â€ť he crowed.
â€śExcellent!â€ť It wasnâ€™t the best Scooby-Doo imitation Iâ€™d
ever heard, but it wasnâ€™t the worst, either. â€śWhy donâ€™t
you practice moving around while I get my costume on? And
remember youâ€™re over a foot taller than usual, and a lot
bigger around. Be careful and donâ€™t step on the dog! The
real dog, I mean.â€ť
Byron, my daughter Madisonâ€™s Akita, had been solemnly
watching the costuming process. I didnâ€™t think he
acknowledged the cartoon Great Dane as a fellow canine,
and even if he had, Sidâ€™s imposture would not have caused
any latent affection to develop. Byron and Sid have a
love-hate relationship. Byron would love to chew on Sid
again, and Sid hated the memory of him doing so.
I left Sid stumbling around the living room, wincing as
his tail nearly knocked a vase off of an end table, and
went upstairs to my room to get ready. Since I was going
as Scoobyâ€™s buddy Velma, my outfit was considerably
easier to get on, and fortunately for my budget, had been
made up of things in my house rather than rented from an
expensive costume shop. I was wearing an old turtleneck
sweater Iâ€™d dyed orange with a brick red corduroy skirt
that I hadnâ€™t worn in years. Once I added orange knee-
highs and an old pair of sunglasses from which Iâ€™d poked
out the lenses, all I had left to do was curl under my
When I got back downstairs, I did my own twirl. â€śWhat do
He put his paw onto his chin. â€śYour skirt is too long.â€ť
â€śI hemmed it two inches shorter than any other skirt I
ownâ€”thatâ€™s as far as Iâ€™m willing to go.â€ť
â€śIsnâ€™t Velmaâ€™s skirt pleated?â€ť
â€śI didnâ€™t have a pleated skirt, and besides, have you
ever tried hemming a pleated skirt?â€ť
â€śI donâ€™t know about the shoes.â€ť
â€śI am not buying a pair of shoes for one night.â€ť
â€śAnd your hair is too long.â€ť
â€śSid!â€ť I said. â€śIâ€™m only dressing up to keep you company,
not entering a most-authentic-costume contest!â€ť
â€śYeah, okay. Just say your lines!â€ť
â€śJinkies! I think we have a mystery here!â€ť
I pulled the glasses off and put them behind me. â€śMy
glasses! I canâ€™t see without my glasses!â€ť
â€śScooby dooby doo!â€ť He held up a paw for a high five, but
managed to miss.
â€śDude, Iâ€™m the one who lost my glasses!â€ť I said, putting
them back on my nose.
â€śSorry. Itâ€™s not easy to see in this head. Shall we go?â€ť
â€śJust as soon as we go over the ground rules.â€ť
â€śAgain?â€ť He gave an exasperated sigh. â€śDonâ€™t take off any
piece of my costume until we get back home. Donâ€™t go
running around alone. Stay in character. Keep my phone
The phone rule had caused some problems since the costume
had no pockets and Sid wasnâ€™t wearing anything else, but
Iâ€™d found a conference badge holder with a sturdy lanyard
and a pocket big enough to hold the phone. Sid had it
around his neck under the suit, and if necessary, could
wriggle around to use it. It wouldnâ€™t have been possible
for a normal human, but most of what Sid did was
impossible for a normal human.
â€śGood.â€ť I checked that Byronâ€™s food and water dishes were
filled, grabbed my pocketbook, and said, â€śLetâ€™s go!â€ť
â€śI donâ€™t think Velma carried a purse.â€ť
It took a little maneuvering to get Sid into the front
seat of my green minivan with his head on. With anybody
else, Iâ€™d have suggested he remove it for the duration,
but since we didnâ€™t want to give any children nightmares
from seeing a skull on top of Scoobyâ€™s body, I just
crammed him in and let him complain.
It wasnâ€™t a long drive, anyway, though it took more time
than it did most days because of the traffic. We were
heading for the Halloween Howl, Pennycrossâ€™s annual
celebration of all things spooky and scary. There were
events scheduled at venues all around town, but McQuaid
Universityâ€”where I workedâ€”was the epicenter. The Howl had
started as a student Halloween party before morphing into
the current month-long extravaganza. It wasnâ€™t as famous
as the Haunted Happenings in Salem, but it drew pretty
big crowds from the western part of Massachusetts. We
were still three weeks away from October 31 but the fair
that was the main draw would be running all three
weekends leading up to the big day, fortunately on a
Saturday this year.
Normally I enter campus at the main entrance on Elm
Street, but the tree-lined street was closed to vehicle
traffic for several blocks to make room for the carnival
midway, whose lights I could see as I approached.
Instead, I drove around to the back entrance, hoping the
faculty parking pass that was one of the few perks of
being an adjunct English professor would enable me to
find a decent spot. Luck was with meâ€”I snagged one of the
last half dozen spots in the lot nearest the festivities.
The campus quad was normally a tranquil oasis of grass
and stately oak trees, but tonight it was filled with
tents for selling food and drink; campus club fundraising
activities like a dunking booth and a cakewalk; a
bandstand and dance area; and community arts and crafts
I tugged my overly short skirt down a bit and helped Sid
out of the car. After we made sure his head was on
straight, I said, â€śLead the way, Scooby. Itâ€™s your night
â€śThanks, Velma,â€ť he said in a passable rendition of
Scoobyâ€™s accent, and grabbed my hand to pull me along.
I didnâ€™t blame him for being excited. Since Sid had come
to live with my family back when I was six, ninety-nine
point something percent of his time had been spent inside
our house. Any opportunity to get out was a treatâ€”being
able to cavort in public was like Christmas.
He wasnâ€™t the only one cavortingâ€”the campus was hopping.
And dancing and slithering and creeping and all the verbs
that went along with the Halloween Howl. The McQuaid
security officers were the only ones I saw who werenâ€™t in
costume. Sid played his character to the hilt, pretending
to be frightened of a crowd of zombies, boogying with a
lady vampire, and joining the tail end of a conga line
composed of masked superheroes.
By then it was fully dark and I was getting chilly, which
Sid noticed despite the fun he was having.
â€śYou okay, Georâ€”Velma?â€ť
â€śIâ€™m fine,â€ť I said, though I was starting to wish Iâ€™d
rented a fur costume of my own. â€śIâ€™ll grab some hot
cider. Thatâ€™ll warm me up.â€ť
â€śWait! I know! Letâ€™s go to McHades Hall!â€ť
â€śNo, cider will be fine.â€ť
â€śCome on!â€ť Sid said, and grabbed my arm again to pull me
through the crowd toward the front corner of the quad
where a particularly bustling building loomed.
McQuaid Hall was the oldest building on campus, but the
out-of-date, poorly maintained structure needed so many
repairs that it was rarely used for anything but photo
ops until a member of the McQuaid Scholars Committee
realized that the place bore a striking resemblance to
the Addams family mansion in the old TV show. So what
better way to raise money for scholarships than to
convert it to a haunted house every year, and rename it
McHades Hall for the occasion?
McHades was one of the star attraction of the Howl. I
understood the haunt was one of the best in our part of
the country, but Iâ€™d managed to avoid setting foot in the
place. I was hoping to maintain that record, but three
things were working against me. One, my sister, Deborah,
was in charge of McHades this year. Two, my daughter,
Madison, was working there. And three, Sid had a death
grip on my hand.
As we got closer, we saw that the line of people waiting
get in snaked along the sidewalk. â€śOh darn,â€ť I said in
relief, â€śweâ€™ll never make it through that line. Letâ€™s hit
â€śDonâ€™t worry, Deborah will get us in,â€ť Sid said, pulling
me past the gathered ghoulies, ghosties, and long-legged
beasties to the tent where Deborah watched over a pair of
ticket sellers, talking into a walkie-talkie.
Sid cheerily said, â€śHi, Deborah! Itâ€™s me, Scooby!â€ť
Deborah looked resigned. My sister was a locksmith, which
she said meant that she dealt in hard facts that made
sense. Since Sid did not make sense, she had a more
difficult time accepting Sid than I did. â€śI figured you
guys would be showing up,â€ť she said unenthusiastically.
Sid lowered his voice to what he thought was a
conspiratorial whisper. â€śI donâ€™t suppose you can sneak us
past the line, can you?â€ť
â€śYouâ€™re in a fur suit,â€ť she said dryly. â€śNot exactly easy
â€śAw, come on, Deborahâ€”â€ť
â€śBut as it happens, Madison reserved will-call passes for
you two so you can go in with the next party.â€ť She handed
an orange cardboard ticket to Sid, then tried to give me
â€śThatâ€™s okay,â€ť I said. â€śIâ€™ll wait out here.â€ť
â€śYou donâ€™t want to go in?â€ť Sid said.
â€śNot even to see Madison give her spiel?â€ť
â€śShe did it for me at the house.â€ť
â€śYouâ€™re not still freaked out aboutâ€”â€ť
â€śNo, Iâ€™m not,â€ť I lied. â€śI just donâ€™t like going in front
of all these other people. You go ahead.â€ť
â€śAre you sure?â€ť
â€śThe next party is leaving now,â€ť Deborah said, though Iâ€™m
not sure if she was taking pity on me or getting rid of
Sid. Either way, he scurried off to join a group. A young
Snow White immediately announced that Scooby would
protect her from any monsters, and reached up to hold his
â€śIsnâ€™t that cute?â€ť I said.
â€śItâ€™s not going to be cute when she comes out of the
She pointed at a sign on the ticket booth.
McHades Hall is too scary for the following:
People with weak hearts.
Those who faint easily.
Children who frighten easily.
Enter at your own riskâ€”no refunds!
â€śYow. Maybe you guys should tone it down a little.â€ť
â€śIf we tone it down, people complain because they feel
cheated. Weâ€™re not talking McKamey Manor or Blackout, but
we are trying to scare people. That is the point, after
â€śJust because you donâ€™t like haunted housesâ€”â€ť
â€śI know, I know. Iâ€™m a wimp.â€ť
She shrugged. â€śYou can see weâ€™ve got plenty of customers
without you.â€ť If anything, the line had gotten longer
since weâ€™d been talking. â€śCome Halloween, people are
going to be waiting for two hours to get in. I just hope
my cast lasts. All that screaming and scaring is hard
â€śSo how long is Sid going to be in there?â€ť
â€śIt takes about half an hour to go through.â€ť
â€śThen I think Iâ€™ll go get a hot dog.â€ť
â€śBring back hot dogs and fries for me and my ticket
sellers, and Iâ€™ll pay for yours.â€ť
I ran into my friend Charles along the way, and stopped
to chat for a bit. Then with the line at the concession
stand for hot dogs and the difficulty of carrying my load
through the ever-increasing crowd, I was gone
considerably longer than half an hour. When I finally got
back, I handed Deborah the sack of food, reached in to
grab a hot dog and a mustard packet for myself, and
asked, â€śIsnâ€™t Scooby out yet?â€ť
â€śOut and back in again. He was making a hairy nuisanceâ€”â€ť
â€śWhat?â€ť She made a face. â€śGod, youâ€™re as bad as he is. He
was making a nuisance of himself while waiting for you,
so I gave him another ticket.â€ť
â€śJinkies. I guess he enjoyed it.â€ť
â€śSomething weird about a . . .â€ť She looked around and
apparently decided too many people were in earshot.
â€śAbout a guy like Scooby liking a haunted house, donâ€™t
â€śYou know, he volunteered to work here for you.â€ť
â€śMadison told me. Thanks, but no thanks. We only hire
â€śSuit yourself.â€ť It was probably just as well. The other
cast members might have noticed there was something odd
about my pal.
Iâ€™d just finished my second hot dog when the first
screams came. Well, to be fair, people had been screaming
the whole time, attesting to the success of the scare
actorsâ€™ efforts, but these came via Deborahâ€™s walkie-
â€śWhatâ€™s going on in there?â€ť she demanded of whoever was
on the other end.
The response was loud enough that I could hear it
plainly. â€śThereâ€™s a dead body in here!â€ť
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