So, my brain had a pattern recognition error last night.

I went up to bed, replaced the towel on the drying rack with the new one (we can't leave the towels downstairs, because they get wetter during the day than leaving them there overnight will dry) and moved the other one to the other side, piling it on top the bar on the rack. I turned around to take my shirt off, and when I turned back, there was a girl standing there with her hair over her face, reaching out for me. I took a step backward and raised my hand to ward off whatever it was...and then my brain reprocessed its input and resolved the "girl" into the clothes hanging from the rack and a vaguely-head-and-hair-shaped towel on top.

Once my heart started beating correctly again, I was able to appreciate it as a neurological lesson, especially since it reconfigured itself from J-horror ghost to unwisely arranged clothing before my eyes. For a moment there, though, I thought I was doomed. :p