He had little problem seeing the jeans and light-colored sweater outlining the generous but shapely figure, but he could see no face above the sweater, or hands at the ends of the crossed sleeves.
Oh snap. No breathing movement, either, he noticed with a start, mentally slapping himself for reacting to some kind of clothing dummy.
Still, though, someone must have put it there, since that was the doorway he’d come in through, and it was empty then. He’d have to be careful on his way out.
He approached the doorway warily, ever mindful of what might be on the other side of the dummy.
He stopped a few steps away from the door frame, looking for something to wave in the empty space in an attempt to learn what lay beyond. Other than a broken mop handle, though, there was nothing nearby. It would have to do. But when he approached the doorway with the pole in hand, the clothing in the doorway shifted, as if to block his approach. And when it shifted, it moved into a spot where there was enough light to see — there was no one inside the clothes!
He gasped, stopping short and turning around, only to see the door on the other side of the room swinging closed and locking. All by itself.
He dropped his bag, scrambling to find a way out of this room before whoever or whatever else was in the room with him could get to him. But before his bag even hit the floor, gloves from the bag of stuff he had intended to steal floated free from the bag and grabbed his wrists, pulling them behind his back as a length of rope secured his wrists together. More rope wrapped itself around his ankles as the clothes standing in the doorway turned and began to move away. The would-be robber floated up into the air and began floating feet-first out of the room following the clothing, which moved to a