I don't know

Her eyes turn to slits as she examines your face for lies, But then her eyes soften. “You don’t want to know, now scram, consider yourself lucky and don’t come back” Not quite sure what’s going on you decide to do what she says and walk back to the door. As you walk out you notice the sun bleeding through the clouds. The rain has stopped, you look back through the shop window and the lady shoots you a glare that urges you to move on. But as you walk away you're certain of it, the closet was moving. And you can't help but wonder.