[It's clear they belong to different people, once he begins to look through them - a large shirt that could only belong to an overweight man, a dress that belongs to an average woman, shirts and trousers and even some underwear, although not much of that.
The clothing smells. It smells of detergent and wear, certainly, but there is another smell - acrid and sharp, sweat soaked in fear. There are tiny stains on some of clothes, bloodspots, but they are small, nothing larger than the fingernail on a woman's thumb.
There are shadows, too, large shadows, in the corner opposite the box, hard to see between the webbing, but clearly something put away there is casting a shadow the size of a car.]
➝ strange new creatures to scavenge your pores
The clothing smells. It smells of detergent and wear, certainly, but there is another smell - acrid and sharp, sweat soaked in fear. There are tiny stains on some of clothes, bloodspots, but they are small, nothing larger than the fingernail on a woman's thumb.
There are shadows, too, large shadows, in the corner opposite the box, hard to see between the webbing, but clearly something put away there is casting a shadow the size of a car.]