Ask about the agreement.

"Binding…” You say. “What did you mean by that?" You’re still stuck in the blanket cocoon. Maybe it should be obvious what they meant. The white leather gloves scribble a message on paper again. It reads:

We're going to visit you during random times of the week… ♥ ♥ ♥

"Wait, what do you mean by visit me during--?" Before you can finish asking your question, the cryptic message dropped to the floor, and your mother's clothing quickly moved back to where they were when this started. Soon the closet, shelves and drawers are quiet and still.

You try to push your arms against the satin blanket, and it moves. You’re able to get out of the cocoon.

When you find your clothes, they seem like their normal old proportions. You quickly put them back on, looking around at the room. The last of the clothes have already slipped away, and you just now realize how quickly everything cleans up when it can all act on its own.

On it’s own.

You look around for the spellbook, but it is nowhere to be seen. It makes you nervous. While it doesn't seem like the clothes are alive anymore, you’re not in any doubt of what just happened.

They probably mean they’re going to visit and have their way with me...