Her eyes fix on the wardrobe, staring, probing it with her vision, waiting for whatever is going to happen next.
There's another crack, quieter than the first, followed by a tearing sound like thick cardboard, and finally the rustling of hangers and clothes. There is definitely something moving in the wardrobe, and that frightens her, but she's shocked to realise she's less frightened than moments before.
Still unable to move, she keeps her eyes locked on the wardrobe door.
There's more noise, the rustling and rummaging of clothes and maybe shoes. She's sure she sees the wardrobe wobble ever so slightly.
