The medical text may have answers, or at least an indication of what may cause a body to spontaneously transform, and what may effect a spontaneous reversal. However, whatever answers may lie within its leather bindings and gilt pages will have to wait for someone else to research. The moment your hand touches the spine, the etched skeleton flares brightly, and your flesh burns away. Painlessly, at least, but a lot of good that does you, as you're naught but a skeleton yourself anymore.

And contrary to expectations, not an animate skeleton, which one might have cause to expect in a house populated with ghosts and other supernatural entities. And despite being technically 'dead,' your spirit seems in no hurry to go elsewhere, remaining bound within the calcified remains of your body. Your .. transformed body, that is, for judging by the width of your pelvis and the shape of your ribcage, you're a female skeleton.

You lie there for a few days, before one of the caretakers gets around to reassembling your bones, using screws and wire to reconnect what once tendons and sinews held together. Then, with all due ceremony, you're mounted on a stand, with poles and wires holding your bones in place, and the stand pushed to a corner of the library, where - between visits from the ghostly maid staff - you gather dust for ages untold.