Benny trudged into her storage unit, got inside, and locked it. Today had been a good day. While plastic or resin skeletons long since replaced real ones, now and again, she got paid to just hang there and be educational.

It helped to know people in this town, and more importantly, other monsters with connections. Work was slower in January, when there weren't really any plays or haunted houses or crime shows needing bone props. So she let herself hang for an easy $100 through the monster agency while a bunch of kids learned the bone song.

She may or may not have swayed to the tune behind the teacher's back, to the laughter of the class. Or held still when the teacher turned to see what was so funny. Or got more daring with bolder moves like waving to the kids, doing kicks in her dance, and pretending to sing along.

The kids could assume their confused teacher was a [i]very[/i] good actor, though she sneaked in one last wave as the agency wheeled her out.

Benny felt around for the lamp she kept to the side. Being dead and with no use for a kitchen or plumbing, the storage unit worked perfectly well for her, and was so much cheaper than renting! This particular location was owned by a gremlin who fixed some of the units up with electricity.

The room lit up to reveal her clothing rack over to the left, completely taking up that wall with all her costumes, clothes, and shoes lined up underneath, her chaise lounge to the right, as far as she could get it from the werewolf’s unit, her chests and boxes of knick-knacks along the back wall, her vanity by the costumes, and her bookshelf in the far right corner.

Benny stretched a bit, several of her bones pleasantly cracking, then trudged over to the costume rack to pull on a lime green robe and matching slippers. A useless gesture to be certain, but who else was here to give a damn? She tied the robe around her spine, giving her a waist that would make Jessica Rabbit jealous, then walked over to the chaise lounge to relax. She hit the play button on the CD player beside it, then settled back on the lounge, arms behind her skull, one slippered foot crossed over the other as No Doubt filled the air.

She only had a few moments of peace when a terrible din suddenly shook her unit and everything in it. Benny bolted up suddenly, then looked over to the costume wall, where most of the noise originated. Annoyed, she got up and crossed the room to bang on the wall.

“Hey!” she shouted. “Settle down in there!”

She was met with more banging, followed by growls and snarling. Benny stared at the wall for a moment, before she reached up and skull-palmed.

“Damn it. I forgot it was a full moon tonight.”

Benny went back by the lounge, then knelt in front of it to get to a box underneath. She rifled through her CDs until she found Chopin, and switched out the discs. Only seconds after piano music filled the unit did the racket in the adjoining one die down. Benny settled back on her chaise lounge, now pulling a matching lime green mask out of the robe pocket to cover her eye sockets.

At least she didn’t have to break out her flute this time.

Literally.