history: I woke up in the middle of the night and looked through my doorway, which was open.  There was a sweatshirt hanging on a door, and in my sleepy daze I thought it was a real person.  I live alone so I thought it was an intruder and I just about had a heart attack. I soon realized it was just clothes hanging there, in the shape of a person. I just about had a figurative heart attack the other night.
current: What happened?
next: I woke up in the wee hours and thought I saw a person standing in the corner of my room.  It was just some clothes hanging on a door.