Take a shower

In a daze, Amy made her way to the bathroom. Was this her life now? Her outfits always chosen by some unseen being? Being constantly afraid of a **** that could effectively strip her whenever it wanted? How could she live like that?

Amy opened the bathroom door to find a towel neatly folded on the counter. It was the one she'd lost out the window the other day! Glad to finally have a full size towel again, Amy smiled and started up the water. Maybe this ghost thing wouldn't be as bad as she had thought.

Halfway through her shower, Amy heard the doorbell ring. "The clothes I ordered!" she remembered. Amy quickly hopped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around herself. The doorbell rang again as she sprinted towards the front door, eager not to miss the deliveryman. She pulled the door open, her momentum carrying her forward. But there was no one in the hall. She felt a slight push from behind, and took an extra step to regain her balance. Then Amy felt the door slam shut right behind her.

"Oh no...." Amy muttered as she turned to face her apartment door. She turned the doorknob. It was locked. "No no no, this can't be happening!"

To get back into her apartment, she'd need to go find the building super. By going down five floors. In just a towel. Just blushing at the thought, Amy groaned. She took a step forward but felt resistance from her side. She looked back and saw that the door had slammed shut on the edge of her towel. She tried tugging on it, but it wouldn't budge at all. Wherever Amy had to go, the towel would not be accompanying her.

Maybe this ghost thing wouldn't be as bad as she thought. Maybe it would be even worse.