I came home from watching Paranormal Activity 3 with some co-workers after a long three days of shifts.
I went to my room and didn’t bother turning on the light as I grabbed pajamas off my bed to change into.
As I’m changing, I’m tossing my stuff toward the closet where I keep a basket on the floor.
I throw a white, long-sleeved tee toward the darkness when it suddenly stops mid-air with a loud snap and hangs arms open.
My heart jumps as I’m standing maybe 3 feet away from my levitating shirt.
I suck in a quick, shaky breath and start to take a step back up … … … … … … … … … … … … … … when I remember that I left my black vacuum cleaner sitting by my closet.