Oh hell no. You are not hanging around any creepy mannequins as they start to come to life. You carefully start to back away, keeping your eyes firmly on the three bunny girls as they begin to move stiffly towards you, the long slow creaks of the floorboards a counterpoint to the racing beat of your heart.
Perhaps you should have glanced behind you as then you would have noticed the wardrobe doors swing open silently like a predators mouth as you blindly backpedal further. It isn't until you cross the threshold and a length of fabric wraps around your arms and legs in a constrictors embrace that you realise your mistake, your shocked scream cut off the wardrobe doors swing shut.
In the semi-darkness you struggle to free yourself, your breathes coming faster as you try to make out what has ensnared you...