Jack closes the door again, at first

Once Jack got a hold of himself, he closed the door again. He tried to make sense of what it is he saw. There must've been four or five outfits standing there, maybe half a dozen. There was a nightgown, a set of satin pajamas, a gray pantsuit, a pair of jeans and a turtleneck, and leather pants with a red button up blouse. All those details were fresh in his head, but he was sure that he saw other things standing in the room.

He stood in the hall for a second, waiting to see if anything would happen. He could see the light under the door coming in through the windows, and nothing appeared to be shifting around. Maybe he was just imagining things. He took a deep breath and was just about to open the door again when he heard something behind him.

He turned around to see a pair of black knee boots marching up the stairs and into the hall. They turned to face him, and he stood speechless as they approached. They didn't seem to regard him, and despite his disbelief, he crouched down to touch them when they got close enough. They turned towards his parents' bedroom door, and he reached out and grabbed the ankle of the right boot. Squeezing the leather shaft, he found resistance inside, though when he looked down inside, he couldn't see anything at all.

Jack was operating on a kind of autopilot, feeling like he was in a dream state. Clothes and boots don't walk around on their own, and the only explanation he could think of was that he was dreaming. With one hand still gripping the boots ankle, he reached down inside of the shaft with his other hand.

Just then the other boot lifted into the air, and kicked at the arm violating the space inside the right boot. Jack jumped back, releasing the boot and losing balance in his crouch — landing him right on his ass in the hallway. The door to the bedroom opened once more, and Jack watched in wonder as the boots walked in. The door stayed open, but Jack sat out in the hall for a couple moments to see if anything was going to come out.

When nothing happened, and he didn't hear any other noise from inside the room, he got himself to his feet and looked around the corner.

"I'll be damned…" He whispered, seeing the impossible sight once more. It didn't seem like anything changed inside of the room except that the boots he just saw walk in joined the rest of the clothing already standing there. Jack looked at each of the outfits again, and they all seemed to be staring back at him. They didn't have faces, of course, but the collars were all pointed in his direction, and even the boots had turned to face the doorway. "Um, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said. He couldn't help but feel stupid talking to them. Could clothes hear things? "And, uh, sorry about that," he added, regarding the boots. "It's not every day I see things just walking around on their own."

The red blouse crossed its sleeves under its chest, drawing Jack's attention to the form. The satin pajamas raised a sleeve to him, the cuff pointing upward and drawing itself back as if the outfit was beckoning to him.

"You want me to — to come in?" Jack stuttered. The satin collar seemed to nod, and the rest of the outfits bounced a little bit, the red blouse and the turtleneck raising a sleeve toward their would-be invisible faces as if laughing at him.