Go for the door

Ava instinctively turns around and reaches for the knob before being blinded by the bra, which bolted for her head when she turned around. It slipped itself past her head and opened its side openings wide, which Ava inadvertently inserted her arms in after struggling and yelling, trying to get free. In a swift motion, the bra slipped onto her body fully and clutched her chest, making it impossible to try to pull off, but didn’t stop her from trying.

Ava began hyperventilating after realizing that the posts were true. Pulsing was felt over her chest as the bra repeatedly pressed in waves, making her chest warm and her breaths more shallow. After trying to tug at the bra to no avail, she was determined to get it off.

Looking at her desk, she walked over to it and reached for her scissors that rested below her notebook. Picking them up, she held them at the shoulder strap and tried to cut it, but the scissors wouldn’t budge. She pulled the scissors away from the strap, to which she could easily open and shut the blades, but when she returned them to her shoulder, they would not cut!

As if they were alive, too.

Ava’s eyes widened when she realized that, and dropped the scissors. They didn’t hit the floor, confirming her suspicions. They sailed back upwards and pointed at her face, seemingly irritated with her. She backed up but tripped over her chucks, which planted themselves behind her intentionally.

She fell on her bare ass and winced, but kept her eyes wide open and watched everything in her room begin twitching and moving around. Lipstick and brushes floated off her nightstand, her drawers shifted open, and the once lifeless outfit she was wearing minutes ago began floating ominously above her. Her headband that she had dropped downstairs even floated into the bedroom and joined the outfit, completing it. The anomaly, or supernatural phenomena, wasn’t limited to just clothes. Great.