Wardrobe door opening by itself and a falling icon

— The story went like this, write it down...

1998, end of the day, and outside the window — the first twilight of early spring. I'm in my old room, in a small apartment on the edge of a small provincial town. Where I came twice a year during student holidays to visit my mother and relatives.

Right by the window, at the far end of the room, stood a desk. In front of it an office chair with a sagging back and an old computer with a fat monitor. Almost all the space along the wall was taken up by the bed. Opposite the desk, in the far corner, stood a massive corner wardrobe, and next to it was a closed door to the living room. From a subwoofer standing nearby on the floor, muffled music was playing. And even so, through that background, I heard a distinct: "Anon, come eat, or it'll get cold!"

Getting up from the desk, I walked along the bed and without going up to the wardrobe, I was fucking stunned by the situation, the first thought that flashed through my mind and was voiced out loud: "what the fuck?". I was looking at how just now in front of me, with force (exactly with force, because the door hinges were fucking audibly shocked) the door of the corner wardrobe opened. Let me clarify a bit how my shock formed: the wardrobe was tilted toward the corner, my mother always complained that the door slams when it's not held or not opened all the way. There was no draft, the door to the room itself was closed, and the window was already stuck to the window frame, since it hadn't been opened since I arrived. The wardrobe — peak, I found roughly the same one, looks fucking similar. The funny thing is, there was no fear. There was only severe lack of understanding and a severe stupor in place. I smoothly closed the door and immediately opened it, looked inside, searched it from top to bottom, result — fuck all. At first I thought the cat had climbed inside again. (She loved to climb in there and fall asleep while mother was sorting things out of the wardrobe. Sometimes mom, forgetting about the whiskered one, would shut her inside, which once led to me shitting myself. The cat started banging and knocking her little head against the door at night, trying to get out.) But she wasn't inside, then I checked the theory of the wardrobe's tilt in the plane of my room again, same thing — the door closed when I opened it less than halfway. I scratched the back of my head, walked around a bit more, jerked the door off, and sitting on the bed, I noticed that during that opening, from the shelf adjacent to the wardrobe on the left, an icon had fallen. I'm not a believer myself, but I know that in this apartment the grandmother died feet first. Maybe that's how she warned me not to jerk off in her room anymore.

Anyway, I can't explain this shit, and I can't reproduce it either. I told my mother then, she didn't get the joke either, but in the end she just said fuck it, same as me basically.