He opened a closet, empty but for a few hangers.

Dug into the dead wood of one wall was a closet, empty but partly closed by a curtain.

The first servant laid the clothing in the empty closet, then withdrew.

Eventually he came to a narrow door which opened into the back of an empty closet.

When I looked at her, it was like looking into an empty closet.

Her own brain, by comparison, would be an empty closet.

The empty closet offered a good chance for a resourceful man to hide himself.

He opened a door, stared into an empty closet.

Good question, I thought, staring at the empty closet.

It crashed to the floor and rolled to the empty closet.