Micheaux lets out a primal scream, and the psychically sensitive among you feel a wave of energy flow through the room as she does her best to exert the maximum amount of force she can pull together.
First, you see the sales counter shudder, and then it splinters, compressing itself to be smaller and smaller. Micheaux forces it backwards a few inches at a time, holding it in place against the surge of writhing hairy bodies. While the constant flow of them hits against the mass and tried to push it upwards, Micheaux holds it in place, and even manages to force it down a bit against the flow.
Another shelf near the sales desk starts to collapse under her telekinetic power, and then another behind it. She adds the peices of these to the mass of debris she is forcing into the stream. Gradually, as she manages to force the mass lower against the floor, you start to see something like a pit in the floor behind where the counter initially sat. The creatures were surging upwards out of the pit as though a portal of some sort opened down there, beneath the store.
Slowly, the stream of new creatures begins to stem and slow, until only a few creatures here and there seem to be able to manage to make their way around of through the wad of debris, instead of the dozens that were emerging every second only a few moments before.
While the stream seems mostly blocked for the moment, the strain of holding the debris in place is plain on Micheaux face. It is taking everything she has to hold the imperfect cork she has made in this particular bottle. Should she give into the strain, the stream would likely resume as it was, scattering the plug to the bits of detritus it is made from.